06-21-2008, 03:53 PM
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So much <3 for these two
It was easy enough finding wood, she just had to find dry wood. It sort of annoyed her that it took so long and every now and then Hel would turn back and listen for sounds of attack. Sometimes, in her worst nightmares, she reviewed the many ways her brothers could kill Styx without her mate having made a sound. A clear shot to the chest, strangling him, jumping him and stabbing him. The images made her shudder and she leaned against a tree trunk, drawing deep breaths to steady herself. She needed him now, and once she had enough firewood he'd be there with her.
The images, the thoughts, the fears rushed in on her. Hel had been terrified that Styx would not make the crossing, that he would die out there. Yes, there had been no storms on the ocean but his health and her navigation had been shaky at times. And oh gods above they could have drowned. Her body shook again and Hel lowered herself to the ground. Weeks of fearing death so much made her queasy and her attempted bravery meant she had hidden her feelings from Styx. To keep him safe. She curled up on the wet firewood and let out a low whimper. Styx. She needed Styx. She wasn't that far from camp.
The Monster of Niflheim needed her mate.
So much <3 for these two
It was easy enough finding wood, she just had to find dry wood. It sort of annoyed her that it took so long and every now and then Hel would turn back and listen for sounds of attack. Sometimes, in her worst nightmares, she reviewed the many ways her brothers could kill Styx without her mate having made a sound. A clear shot to the chest, strangling him, jumping him and stabbing him. The images made her shudder and she leaned against a tree trunk, drawing deep breaths to steady herself. She needed him now, and once she had enough firewood he'd be there with her.
The images, the thoughts, the fears rushed in on her. Hel had been terrified that Styx would not make the crossing, that he would die out there. Yes, there had been no storms on the ocean but his health and her navigation had been shaky at times. And oh gods above they could have drowned. Her body shook again and Hel lowered herself to the ground. Weeks of fearing death so much made her queasy and her attempted bravery meant she had hidden her feelings from Styx. To keep him safe. She curled up on the wet firewood and let out a low whimper. Styx. She needed Styx. She wasn't that far from camp.
Styx! Styx!Her cry got louder and Hel finally allowed herself a low howl.
The Monster of Niflheim needed her mate.