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Her mind lingered upon her father. How many would it take to make her act, the woman wondered once more. Already Slay and Tokyo had suffered for her, left wounded and bleeding by the jaws of the crow wolf. And now an innocent girl of no relation to herself had nearly been raped. If not for Onus, the girl would have perished. She knew her father well enough to know that rape would not be the end. He would have killed her. The woman shut her eyes. Since her father’s arrival upon these lands, the world had grown dark about her. There were things that she could not battle, things that could penetrate deep into her heart despite her efforts to resist. And it festered there in her heart like an infected wound. And she wandered the lands, silently challenging her father to show himself. But every day, she found no trace of him. He did not come to her and she had not found him. For the warrior that troubled her most of all.
The soft whisper of the discarded cloth tickled her ears, drawing her from her tenebrous thoughts. And as if brushing such thoughts away, ridding her of her troubles if only for this day, his kisses were lain upon her. A soft smile graced her maw as she gave into him, a quiet moan of delight escaping her. The white orbs that had been closed opened as she twisted her torso to be able to see him, searching the eyes that were revealed to her. Within those eyes she could clearly see him, and she smiled warmly with love on her lips. Then she turned fully about upon her other side, her body still pressed against his. Yet she thought she saw something within those black eyes, and her head tilted slightly in a silent, gentle question, a quiet curiosity. But she was silent and did not force an answer from him, though she allowed her gaze to linger. She pushed her nose along his chest, gently kissing that severe wound.
Her hands moved along his chest before wrapping about his neck, one hand lowering to his shoulder while the other moved to cradle his head. Her body was pulled up as she kissed him passionately, slowly and deeply. She could not hear the strange silence of the room that did not hold the songs of nature. Her eyes were not closed but watched the dark pools of the unmasked man, that quiet fire burning within the whiteness. And for a moment longer she watched him before those eyes closed once more, wanting him with something near to desperation, unknowing of the words that troubled the man’s mind. Those woad bound fingers gripped his fur, holding him close as if he were the one who needed to be quieted by a lover’s healing touch. And perhaps her passion had been sudden, but a woman was not the solid pillar of strength that a man was, but the constantly shifting power of the water.
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Her mind lingered upon her father. How many would it take to make her act, the woman wondered once more. Already Slay and Tokyo had suffered for her, left wounded and bleeding by the jaws of the crow wolf. And now an innocent girl of no relation to herself had nearly been raped. If not for Onus, the girl would have perished. She knew her father well enough to know that rape would not be the end. He would have killed her. The woman shut her eyes. Since her father’s arrival upon these lands, the world had grown dark about her. There were things that she could not battle, things that could penetrate deep into her heart despite her efforts to resist. And it festered there in her heart like an infected wound. And she wandered the lands, silently challenging her father to show himself. But every day, she found no trace of him. He did not come to her and she had not found him. For the warrior that troubled her most of all.
The soft whisper of the discarded cloth tickled her ears, drawing her from her tenebrous thoughts. And as if brushing such thoughts away, ridding her of her troubles if only for this day, his kisses were lain upon her. A soft smile graced her maw as she gave into him, a quiet moan of delight escaping her. The white orbs that had been closed opened as she twisted her torso to be able to see him, searching the eyes that were revealed to her. Within those eyes she could clearly see him, and she smiled warmly with love on her lips. Then she turned fully about upon her other side, her body still pressed against his. Yet she thought she saw something within those black eyes, and her head tilted slightly in a silent, gentle question, a quiet curiosity. But she was silent and did not force an answer from him, though she allowed her gaze to linger. She pushed her nose along his chest, gently kissing that severe wound.
Her hands moved along his chest before wrapping about his neck, one hand lowering to his shoulder while the other moved to cradle his head. Her body was pulled up as she kissed him passionately, slowly and deeply. She could not hear the strange silence of the room that did not hold the songs of nature. Her eyes were not closed but watched the dark pools of the unmasked man, that quiet fire burning within the whiteness. And for a moment longer she watched him before those eyes closed once more, wanting him with something near to desperation, unknowing of the words that troubled the man’s mind. Those woad bound fingers gripped his fur, holding him close as if he were the one who needed to be quieted by a lover’s healing touch. And perhaps her passion had been sudden, but a woman was not the solid pillar of strength that a man was, but the constantly shifting power of the water.