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Marianne Delacroix



Sir Ricard's ears swiveled, drawing in huffs of air as he picked up a scent with his snout. Turning his head away from Marianne, Ricard got to his feet as he eyed the onlooker. Or rather to him, an unwelcome observer and intruder. Though Marianne did not explicitly explain or say that her session was a private matter, Sir Ricard was going to treat it as such. Ever since arriving at Candeln, he refused to leave her side and was never far from her. During Marianne's childhood and into her years growing and maturing as a young woman, he was always overly protective of her for reasons not many understood or knew. Regrettable really, as it drove off nearly any other person to near her. But, it served him just fine. Especially whenever a suitor attempted to charm and win her affection, to no avail. His roles were many and varied, with 'guardian' being his most basic and simple one.

He trusted no one that did not carry the scent and name of 'Delacroix'.
Ears pinning back against his head, Sir Ricard began to growl and snarl.
The timbre of the sound resonating and vibrating the ground slightly.
A sound that sent chills through the spines of most.
With a sudden snap, Ricard barked viciously at Sir Tiral.
Taking action swifter than thought possible for his size, Ricard bounded until he broke Sir Tiral's direct line of sight to Marianne and began to menacingly stalk towards him.

The sound startled the women, some gasping, squeaking, and jumping from the barks. An errant tomato thrown by a maid skewed off course and flew in an arcing path towards the other Iron Rose. Marianne's concentration broke and she was nearly pelted by the remaining flying fruit from the distraction. But, she still managed to evade most of them. Striking down the rest with her blade as her training session came to a halt and she turned towards Ricard. Unable to see past his hulking frame, she stuck her blade into the ground and walked after him.

"Sir Ricard? Qu'est-ce que c'est mon ami?"
She picked up her pace after him.
Sir Ricard was practically on top of the poor man at this point, his height towering over him as he bared his fangs.
The maids all looked at one another with dread and set down their baskets of tomatoes to trail after them in a group.
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