<div class="floatleft">(http://img145.imageshack.us/img145/7149/viktormartinhead.jpg)</div>Viktor, The Hunt [Fredrick Martin, et al.]<br/><br/>"...let's break for ten minutes or so, to give everyone a chance to rest," Fredrick had said, ending the procession, getting Viktor's attention.<br/><br/>"I'll see what's keeping us," he told Kolette. Viktor kicked his feet into the sides of his gelding, directing it to where Fredrick and Bella were conversing. He smiled mischievously at Bella as he approached. "What's keeping us, brother? Really, at this rate we will never get back to the comfort of the manor before the sun sets. A bed is far more comfortable than the ground, don't you agree, Miss Bella?" So many naughty thoughts swum around in his head just then.<br/><br/>Viktor shifted in his seat reminding him just how much his bum ached, not to mention what sitting on a horse for hours was doing to other sensitive parts. Maybe he should have left the horse behind like the others, but it seemed like too much work to travel on foot. He didn't really care how much noise the beast made; truly he was much less concerned with actually killing an animal than he was with his own comfort. Although, he was having second thoughts about the comfort factor of sitting on the horse.<br/><br/>He jumped down with ease, then stretched. Carefully he straightened out his clothing, brushing off invisible dirt here and there. He lingered at the front of his pants, using his hand to rub this area for a moment as he pretended to clean off some unseen thing. He smirked to himself as he watched Bella out of the corner of his eye. Then with a slight bow he said, "If you'll excuse me, nature is screaming my name." He winked at Bella, then sauntered off toward a rather large tree some distance away.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>