Kingdom and Clans, King's Destiny (Book 1)

King's and daughters trotted up before King Muck, and Queen Torlia. Purk traced each female body over with his eyes, as they approached to bow before him.

King Nodule, from the Ruff tusk Clan, was first to bend his knee. His daughter Aruba curtsied beside her father. She kept her gaze upon purk's strong body. Never letting it go from her sight. Aruba batted her beautiful almond eyes towards him, as Purk took notice. He felt his manhood heat up with lust. What was happening to him? He thought. He was frightened and a bit embarrassed at the sudden change. Never had he knew the feelings swirling inside. He managed to calm himself before any took notice. Aruba and her father stepped quickly aside to make way for the next clan.

King Wartin from the Wimble Clan, was trotting up next, in line . Along with His stunning daughter, Hazel. As did the king before him, King Wartin bowed graciously. With his daughter bashfully curtsying towards purk. She quickly, not to linger too long in the spot light, darted over next to her father's side. White wirey hair covered their dark skin. Purk looked at Hazel's eyes, as he had Aruba's. They were crystal blue, hypnotic pools of beauty. 'How beautiful, they shine so brightly up against her dark skin,' thought purk. He liked the way she looked. She was smaller than Aruba, just like the queen. Big personalities came in tiny packages. He knew, too well, of this, because of his own mother.

Purk was in trouble, how was he going to contain himself much longer. So many beautiful females at his choosing. The animal, inside, wished he could have his way with all of them, but that was not customary in his Clan nor in any others.

Purk focused back on the next warthogs approaching. Hollow-hoof Clan was third in line. Representing them was their King Banola and his daughter Zeema. Their almond light skin was pleasing to look on. The tone was different, from the usual pigment, warthogs were born with. Purk trace the outline of each female's body, then up to their eyes. Zeema's eyes were bright, beautiful emerald green. The sunlight seemed to make them sparkle. Purk noticed her smiling up at him as he stared. So, he smiled back, burning with desire within. He was excited to soon watch the princesses, battle to be his Queen.

Slowly, they stepped to the opposite side, facing the first two clans. Purk continued watching, while the last clan stepped forward. The Harvel clan was the final kingdom to arrive. Led by King Zerk with his daughter princess Izumi following close by. They stepped up to greet the kingship. First to bow was King Zerk, then Izumi curtsied right after. They were an unusual breed of warthogs. Their skin striped, with two different tones, light gray and ashy white. How unique and beautiful, thought purk. He examined the female closely. Izumi was thinner than the others. Another unique feature, most warthogs were plump, but she was petite. Her cool gray eyes matched the skies on a light, stormy day. She had a sweet smile that never went away, exhibiting a humble spirit for such a wealthy, well to do household.

The Harvel Clan King and Princess stepped back, over to the right side of the arena, next to the Hollow-hoof Clan. All the Clans were present and accounted for.

King Muck stood from his throne and begun to speak in a booming voice.

" Welcome, my brothers, to my kingdom. Hog hill is pleased to have you here for this momentous occasion. My time as King has come to an end and my heir, Prince purk, is ready to take over my throne. This week he will choose a bride. One of your lovely daughters to be the new Queen, to rule our Clan. Someday, I hope to see him do the same for his future successors. May we all see our grand piglets flourish and our Clans come together as allies. I pray you enjoy your stay here for the week. Also, may the rest of your kingdoms travel safely here as they come to watch the games. Good luck ladies and good fight for the throne." Stated King Muck. The entire arena filled with cheerful hoof stomping, grunting and squeals.

Everyone in the crowd, was dismissed back to their homes, as they would happily await for the week's, trial games to begin.

King, Queen, and Prince purk of Hog hill remained seated. The four Clans remained patiently before them as they waited for the last warthog to leave the arena. It was time for the King's tributes to guide their guest to their temporary burrows for the week. The King had four large holes spaciously dug out just for them. Each burrow had two empty rooms and a large living area for his guest.

They would remain inside there, until that evening, the late dusk festivities would be prepared in their honor.

Quickly, the King ordered more tributes to begin setting up the food preparations. Queen Torlia went to find the entertainment for the evening, while purk went to find a cool water hole to dip into. He needed to clear his mind of all the lovely females.

"Snap out of it, you big oaf!" shouted purk to himself. His mind was disturbed. Never before had His testosterone been so elevated. So high, that he dared fighting a lion. His adrenaline building up minute by minute.

Filled with mixed emotions, he loved the games, but he was ready for the week to be over. So, he could be close up, nuzzling next to his bride. He pondered on that a bit longer. Whom would he choose? All four females were beautiful in their own unique way. He was wise enough to know, not to let their beauty fool him. Looks were deceiving. Yet He needed a strong warthog to rule along side him. She needed to be kind, but firm like his mother. If she happened to be good-looking, then that was a bonus. Pleased, with his choices, he sat back in the water hole, daydreaming about them. "Hazel, oh beautiful princess. " He thought. How he favored her the most.

He secretly would be cheering her on above the other three. Time would tell if she was fated to be his new Queen or not. Beauty would not win her favor in this competition, unfortunately. He prayed she was as fit for the week's tasks ahead as she was lovely. It was going to be a long week of endurance for all four females, but they were ready.