<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br/><br/>An equine snort emitted from Viktor's gelding as the mare came close. A greeting perhaps. He didn't know, nor did he care. After the spectacle he had witnessed of Kolette and Antoine, he had only one thing on his mind - could he use this to benefit himself in some way?<br/><br/>As Bella rode up next to him, his concentration wavered. He switched his focus to her. What did she want or more importantly, what could she provide? Viktor smiled in greeting, his penetrating eyes staring shamelessly at her body. When her eyes met his, he diverted. "Hello, Miss Bella. I trust you are well." He had never paid much attention to her before, but she was quite beautiful.<em>It's her hair</em>, Viktor mused. Fiery red hair. How could he not take notice? Women with red hair had always been Viktor's weakness. But he didn't have the time or inclination to allow it to overcome him, so he hardened himself to its effect.<br/><br/>"I'm surprised you didn't follow your Mistress, Lillian. I thought surely you were joined at the hip for I never see one without the other. Ahh... perhaps Miss Lily found a new plaything, hm?"<br/><br/><br/><br/>