From behind Ora, and striding forwards from deep within the darkened forest comes a hulking enormous figure, easily twice the size of any of the finest female guards. On its broad muscled shoulders is the carcass of an Red and Pink adult Hellhound, Handprint shaped blue and yellow bruises along its broken neck. Wild untamed hair the colour of a burning red campfire, fell in shaggy locks down its back, and had piercing green eyes embedded in a not-unattractive face.<br/>It looked like the embodiment of every Heroine  out of myth and Legend, all muscle and sinew. A picture of strength, and barbarity, like the champion of Wo'Dan, Carolina the victorious had strode out of legend, and into the early morning mist.<br/><br/>Except.... he was a man?<br/><br/>The two guards attention left Ora rather permanently to stare at the strange sight. They'd never even seen a High Priestess from the Imperial capital look that... ripped. But this was a man. I mean, they weren't much good in a fight... I mean hell, there was only one man who'd ever even enlisted in the City Guard, and practically every girl in the watch was currently taking turns into trying to seduce him into taking them as his first wife.<br/><br/>He strode forwards towards the gate in a manner would have commanded respect, had he been a woman.<br/><br/>"Halt... who.... goes......" states the guard with the dark hair, a small amount of drool dribbling from her lips<br/>"You're free to pass sir, Please take the time to tour our excellent Breeding houses as you visit our fine village, and our fine Tavern, the screaming Virgin. Only the best Gourdplant ale... My treat... when I get off shift... if you want... Can I ask your name?"