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Lost and Forgotten
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 11.October.2012, 6:54 AM | Message # 1 |
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Lost...
Two girls without a home have wandered into the Green Woeld. An ancient and massive forest that covers an entire country. They are all alone and looking for a place to call home. Many towns and cities can be found beneath the massive trees that cover the land but the old megaforest has a knack of making even the most determined traveller hopelessly lost...
Forgotten...
The Green Woeld is old, very old even to the Elves who once lived there. There are things deep inside the massive gathering of trees that have faded away from even the oldest beings in the world.
Not everything has forgotten the purpose of these woods, however. Something, or someone, is lurking inside and they will do everything they can to fulfil something they started all those years ago...
~~~ Name: Ílima ( Xaimee) Race: Elf Age: 190 Personality: Shy, Modest, Kind, Caring, and Neurotic. Appearance: Ílima Name: Melani (Xaimee) Race: Cynanthrope Age: 27 Personality: Cold, Devoted, Obsessionate, Depressed. Appearance: Human Canine Name: Arya (Syngey) Race: Cynanthrope Age: 23 Personality: Loyal, Sarcastic, and Impatient. Appearance: Human Form Cynan Form Name: Jasper (Syngey) Race: Human Age: 25 Personality: Charming, Egocentric, Cunning, and Passionate. Appearance: Jasper
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Selena - Melani's contact in Ashbridge. Normally undertakes scholarly duties for the cult but was conscripted to watch over Melani's hunt. - Irritable, Naive, Dedicated and Passive.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 11.October.2012, 6:59 AM | Message # 2 |
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Lieutenant colonel
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| The Story So Far...
Quote ("Xaimee") The first drop disturbed the fuzzy blackness that was her world. She groaned, the cold liquid sliding down her spine, soaking into the back of her bra. Others quickly followed, more and more cascading from above to banish the warm bleariness and replace it with cold and shivery darkness. The girl shuddered, her clothing growing clingy as droplets continued to fall, relentlessly pounding onto her. Whimpering, she tried to move her limbs but something held them fast, something rough digging into the skin of her wrists and ankles as a reward for her attempt. At last, the Elf opened her violet eyes. The falling water forced her to blink a few times, drawing another pained groan from her chapped lips. She tried to move again but it was useless, gravity and the tight bonds holding her in place.
She tried to think how she had ended up like this, her memory hazy and indistinct, almost as if everything had been a dream and was starting to slip away as wakefulness came. Why was she getting wet? Forcing herself to focus, the Elf girl looked heavenwards. All she could see above her was the distant canopy of trees above her, the wind whispering through the leaves, giving the perpetual rustle that always filled these ancient woods.
Something clicked in her mind at that thought, memories rushing back to her. Ílima had journeyed to the Green Woeld after leaving her homelands. It was an old forest once owned by her people but long since abandoned to the other races. She remembered marvelling at the massive trees, some of them taller than many of the towers that had dotted her home city. At those heights, the wind always blew strongly, giving the ancient woods its characteristic sounds of the groan of wood and the whisper of stirring leaves. Many thought that the trees had a will and desires but the Elf knew that was not true – they were simply very old and tall.
More water in her eyes caused her to brink, reminding her that she was shivering and absolutely drenched. The girl realised it was rain, the perpetual gloom of the woods a little duller than usual although it was difficult to tell as the sky was always hidden by the interwoven branches above. How had she ended up in this situation? Her memory was still struggling to recollect the past day or so, or however long it had been since she had entered the Green Woeld.
Ílima whimpered again, wincing as her swollen wrists and ankles protested at even the small movements caused by her involuntary trembling. She had never felt this cold in her life. Normally she would warm herself with her powers but they would not come to her. It was hard enough to hold onto consciousness let alone achieve the focus necessary to summon Energy. She could not even see the patterns in the world around her, let alone do anything with the knowledge locked inside her muddled mind.
The girl looked to the side, her eyes widening as her gaze locked onto the rope looped around her wrist. Following the brownish green strands, her gaze found a massive branch broad enough for two people to walk side by side. The rope looped around the tree limb, securely fastened somewhere out of sight. She looked quickly at her other limbs, similar ropes holding her in place. How had she ended up like this? Why had someone tied her between two massive branches of a tree to hang down facing the heavens?
Feeling herself start to weep a little, she sniffled and tried to keep control of her emotions. The Elf was trapped, gravity and the ropes holding her securely between the two branches running parallel to each other. She had never been the strongest and with being unable to focus, Ílima could not use her magic to free herself or even just keep the rain off her. Her clothing was beginning to cling to her, the white material growing transparent and embarrassingly revealing what was underneath. It felt like everything was going wrong. She collapsed, her head tilting back. She grunted as he neck cracked, her heart starting to pound quickly as she realised just how high up she was. Swallowing, the girl forced herself to force her head back up and not think about the pain or that she must be at least one hundred feet above the ground.
“Somebody help me,” whimpered Ílima, her dry throat barely able to manage a whisper.
Quote ("Syngey") Speed was all that mattered. To get as far away as fast as possible. Shades of green, darkening with every stride, flashed by in a blur. How long this race had gone on didn't matter. Freedom. That was what mattered. When the skies began to pour it only intensified the feeling of pure, unadulterated freedom. Overflowing with passion, the red bolt let out a wild howl that echoed far and wide. Blazing white orbs flashed through the trees seemingly attached to a moving flame that showed no signs of slowing.
Without warning, the light halted to a stop, kicking up dirt and mud at the sudden force of the body no longer in motion. Arya sniffed the air, wriggling her small black nose towards the sky as she craned her neck upward. Two furry ears perked up to see if she could catch a sound on the wind. Nothing but the music of the woods. Jerking her head to the side, Arya caught an unnatural noise mixed in with the raindrops falling all around. Crouching down low to the ground, sniffing all around as she walked, her four legs moved her towards the source of the noise and the strange smell that moved her forward. After all, she had smelled it before she heard it.
Sensing danger, Arya remained in her current form, her canine body stepping forward with caution as she weaved in and out of trees, her tail whipping behind her. She planned to see what she could of whatever had drawn her attention, but nothing more. It was the curiosity in her that motivated this sudden change in direction and speed. Foolish perhaps, but what kind of adventure didn't have a big of foolishness? Grinning to herself, the red fur revealed teeth as white as her eyes, and sharp.
Now she was close. Just on the other side of that hedge she would see what had driven her this way. Crouching all the way to the wet ground now, she pulled herself forward with extreme caution. It was a bit annoying to get so dirty for a potentially pointless journey, but that could be easily remedied by a quick swim.
Quietly, she poked her nose through the thick hedge, scratching it a bit as she went. The smell was overpowering, but it was still unfamiliar. Pulling her nose back, Arya sat upright and pushed her body up with her hind legs just enough to peer over the hedge, revealing nothing more than two furry ears and a pair of fiery white eyes. What a strange sight! It appeared there was a girl, a very wet girl, tied to a tree. Slowly, Arya took in every inch of the girl with her eyes, missing no detail. She seemed...delicate.
Quote ("Xaimee") Time passed with excruciating slowness, the inexorable pull of gravity making it feel as if the ropes tied to each of her ankles and wrists were trying to pull her apart. Every now and then, the Elf girl would try to struggle but it was fruitless. Her body sagged lower than her limbs, making it almost impossible for someone as physically weak as herself to attempt to yank herself loose – not that she would likely survive any fall if she did somehow break her bonds. She could only hang there, stuck staring up at the canopy above, unable to stop the torrential rain pounding down onto her, her vision swimming with nausea as well as the water. It almost felt like she was underwater as the downpour continued, perhaps the only comfort being that going thirsty was not a concern for now. Hypothermia and starvation was still a concern, however.
She shivered, whimpering as her swollen joints protested at the violent movements. Her teeth chattered in between her attempts to get a little moisture out of the constant rainfall. The forest was like a cacophony around her, the wind and rain striking the leaves above causing creaks, groans and rustling that made it difficult even for her Elfish senses to detect. Her other senses were still dulled, her mind unable to focus enough to think how she had ended up in this situation let alone concentrate enough to use her own abilities to free her from this makeshift prison. Was she a sacrifice to some heathen god? A lure for some predator? Or was something even darker intended for her?
Her eyes fluttered closed, exhaustion and sickness taking their toll. The cold and the damp were starting to get too much. Her people were so adept at maintaining themselves using magic that the thought of being bereft of its healing abilities never occurred to them. This reliance made it no surprise to her that she was growing sick so easily with such a brief exposure to the elements. Her stomach felt like it was in knots, her shoulders and hips burned, and still she could not think beyond anything but the here and now. How long until a fever developed? How long until she became too sick to carry on? Ílima could not think straight, the panic and nausea that had not gone away since she had awoken making answers to such questions an impossible task for her.
Still the torture continued, the rain growing heavier until it felt almost like sheets falling upon her. Tears run down her pale cheeks, the salty liquid disappearing in the cascade from above. The droplets came down so heavily that they actually stung, bouncing off the branches either side of her and splashing her in unexpected directions that made her cry out in surprise a few times before it became just another misery she got used to. Her body felt like it was more water than anything else now. Her clothing was so saturated, so wet it felt like she was not wearing it at all – she was thankful that was not the case and her modesty was still partially concealed. The thought of someone finding herself in this state made her cringe, but on the other hand, she did not want to die…
Ílima continued to sob, wishing she could make her mind work how it usually did. If she could only focus then she could save herself! Save herself from dying, or the shame of being rescued while in such a sorry state. She opened her violet eyes, trying to lift her head but her knee-length green hair was so heavy with water it almost felt like a lead weight dragged on her. Groaning, the Elf muttered a few words to herself in her native tongue as her joints screamed in protest at her movement. She had to focus! She had to survive! The girl knew she had a duty to her people to live no matter what. Giving up was not an option.
Unfortunately, her burst of energy was not enough. The ropes held fast, whatever was making her senses dull was still affecting her and the cold was starting to make everything go numb. Sagging back, she went limp and everything became dark again. Her breathing grew shallow, her body growing stiller and her skin growing even pale than usual. Her body felt like it had shrunk, her skin so tight and hard that everything felt painful, especially around her chest. Sleep felt like a relief...
Quote ("Syngey") Arya watched, and waited. There was an undeniable feeling within her that something was not right. Craning her neck upwards even more, she allowed her head to fully leave behind the shield of the hedge. She wanted to see more clearly what the situation was. Her gaze remained locked onto the figure in the trees. Perhaps she was dangerous. That would explain her current situation. Possibly.
As water continued to fall from the sky, splashing unpleasantly in her eyes, Arya found it impossible to see clearly. Blinking away the water, her furry body shook, causing bits of red hair and water to fly all around her. Snorting with annoyance, she raised a paw to rub her right eye that had just been hit with another large raindrop. Looking upwards was no longer a viable option. She would have to get in for a closer look.
Glancing around her, she could see that the trees themselves could help her gain some altitude and possibly provide her a bit of cover from the rain as well. Turning to the right, Arya made a small leap to plant all four legs on a large root growing from a nearby tree. This provided a path towards higher ground. Carefully, but without hesitation, she trotted along the root as it tangled upwards, leaping towards a low, thick branch when it was close enough. When her body landed on the branch it made a slight creaking noise, but this did not deter her. Arya believed that her weight would not be enough to bring down a branch of this size. Hopefully she was right.
Following the branch, her paws struggled to avoid slipping. For a moment she thought she might end up back on the ground, but her claws saved her grip. As she moved along, her keen eyes kept the figure of the woman in their sight. Her scent continued to fill her nostrils, becoming no more identifiable. What was becoming more clear was that the woman did not appear to be struggling much. Was she asleep? Or worse? Leaping up towards another, higher branch, Arya found herself nearly level with the bound figure.
Crouched low once again, she stealthily crept forward on the new branch until she was close enough to scrutinize the face of the captive, but a position that she hoped would leave her concealed. For this reason she had stopped just above the woman, off to the right, behind the cover of a patch of leaves growing on the branch that held her. Narrowing her gaze, she peered through the wet leaves, remaining otherwise completely still.
Watching, her ears slowly lowered, flattening with pity. Whoever she was, she was definitely alive, but that didn't make Arya feel much better. She had enough sense to know that this person could be dangerous, but she had even more compassion. Still, she couldn't simply leap forward and offer her assistance. Trying to mull over her options, the messy red fur stood up on her back as she heard something. Ears perked, she realized the noise had come from the woman. It was gibberish to her, but the tone was one of anguish. Then the body sagged. She had to move fast.
Using caution, the cynan climbed down the branch the way she had come, turning to step down onto another branch that would lead to the captive. Facing the woman head on now, Arya was taking a big chance. Creeping forward as slowly, and as quietly as her four paws would allow, she stopped as close as she could manage to the woman's face without being able to touch her. She hesitated.
Quote ("Xaimee") In the darkness, memories started to come to her. She remembered entering the legendary Green Woeld – once home to her people millennia ago. Even her people could not remember the exact reason why they left, although they knew it had been important – it was as if something blocked their memories of that time, sealing away something that made an Elf shiver whenever the name came up in conversation. Ílima was a young Elf, so it was perhaps no surprise that she did not possess that same sort of fear. There were few of her kind left from the time of the exodus to their current homelands, and news of the woods being heavily settled made her feel that perhaps it had not been because of danger they had left but simply the expansion of the other younger races.
She remembered when she had first entered the ancient woods. Her gasp had been audible as she surveyed the massive trees, the sheer amount of life in them flooding her senses with brilliant networks of gold and pulsing light. The Elf girl had never seen a place as alive as the forest she now stood in. There was power here, life and history. These trees had stood here for thousands of years, they had outlived everything and they were probably older than even the first of her kind. It was hard to fathom just the sheer scale of everything around her. The trees reached up higher than many of the towers of her homeland, the wind whispering through the thick canopy above that reduced everything to a green twilight. Her own senses did not care about the lack of light, although it did intrigue her that apparently groups of humans had become very comfortable living in a gloom their eyes would struggle to cope with. As it was, Ílima was going to have the opportunity to find out how they coped since one of their villages was her intended destination – it seemed like a good a place as any to settle down since losing her home.
It had only been half a day when they attacked her. She had sensed them coming but they had been too fast for her to have a hope of escape. Attempting to fight them off, Ílima managed to severely hurt one attacker before another shot her with some kind of dart, flooding her body with some kind of substance that rendered her mind into a complete haze. She remembered collapsing to her knees, her unknown assailants scooping her up without a word and carrying her off deeper into the forest.
The journey had lasted a long time. Her vision was too blurry to make out who her attackers were, although their speech was harsh and it sounded like they were speaking one of the human tongues. They were discussing her, how one of them was angry with her for the damage she caused but another shouting him down for being a fool. The one carrying her remarked that she was an Elf and that meant they were lucky – they would be getting some kind of bonus from their employer. That made the group happy, although some expressed disappointment that their employer had forbidden from ‘touching’ their captives. Ílima was relieved about that, although that her captors had even considered it made her almost want to be sick.
A sudden prick in her leg had made everything fade away completely. After that, Ílima had woken up in her current predicament. She understood now what had happened and that giving up was not the answer. Whoever or whatever had captured her was selling her and that such things were taking place in the ancient land of her people brought up a grim determination that the Elf girl had forgotten since the day that she had last seen her father.
Her eyes snapped open, her scream travelling with her from the dream world to the waking world. Ílima could not die. There were too many things at stake. Even if she could not stop what the slavers would do to others like her, at least she could deny them the money they would gain from selling her on. The haze in her mind was still there, but the sheer force of her hurt and frustration pushed it aside as if it was nothing. She barely noticed the animal standing close to her as she reached inside her at the Energy stored within her slender form.
With a yell, the golden Energy inside her exploded outwards, splintering the branches around her but not breaking them. The ropes began to break, the force and flying shards of wood fraying them beyond breaking point. She began to fall, only realising her stupidity when the effort of forcing out her own life to free herself sent her back into unconsciousness once more as her bonds began to break and gravity began to pull her away from the branches towards the ground far below.
At least she had tried…
Quote ("Syngey") The figure before Arya made no sign of recognizing her presence. This was good. Inching farther still, her nose probed the air trying to catch a whiff of something that would give her a clearer sense of this woman's situation. There was something that she hadn't picked up before. An...unnatural smell. Finding it offensive, her nose crinkled. The smell was a foreign agent to the woman's body, that was clear. Suspecting foul play now, her eyes scanned the bonds that held the captive. She might need to change. There was a small knife tucked away in the pack strapped near her right shoulder in the thick fur, but she couldn't use it with her paws. Teeth and claws could cut the ties. That would create a new problem though, as the woman would have nothing between her and the ground.
Glancing around her, fearing that whoever did this would return to check on the captive, she knew she needed to act fast. Setting her white orbs on the woman's face again reaffirmed her determination to help. Something about the face made it impossible to walk away. If regret was the outcome, then so be it. Moving close enough to breathe on the woman's skin, Arya was given quite a shock.
Without warning, all four legs jumped back on the branch in response to the sudden scream that came from the woman. It was much louder than anything else in the wood, and it had nearly caused Arya to fall from the branch completely. She managed to react fast enough to dig her nails into the bark. Her heart was left racing in her chest as her now heavy breathing sent a stream of smoke from her mouth and nose. Wide-eyed, she watched in disbelief as a golden burst of something shot out and washed over the area. Closing her eyes tight, Arya braced herself, not knowing what the force might do. When nothing happened to her, she opened her eyes again just in time to see that the bonds were breaking violently. Her previous concern was now a real crisis.
All four legs shot like an arrow from the branch. She landed on a branch across from her as the woman's body fell past. Not remaining on the branch more than a moment, her legs leapt down and across another branch that led to another large root weaving in and out of the ground below. Sprinting without thought, the quick body of the cynan brought her to the wet earth. Jerking her head upwards, her eyes filled with water as the rain beat against her. Disregarding this nuisance, she leapt forward and upward with her eyes on the sky. A heavy weight brought her down to the ground with a splash of mud and water, causing her to slide forward into the hedge that had been her hiding place only moments before.
The good news was this stopped her motion forward. The bad news was that it threw her against the sharp edges of the thin branches of the hedge, scratching her face and nose more severely than before. However, she was still standing, and she could still feel the weight on her back. Turning her head around, she saw that the woman had fallen across her furry back like a rag. Her body was large enough that the woman's head was spared hitting the ground as it rested near her left shoulder, but Arya couldn't say the same for her feet, which were now hanging down over her tail touching the ground. Unsure if she was hurt, she lowered her body to the ground to allow the woman to slide off naturally and slowly.
Smelling blood, Arya felt herself panicking, until she realized it was simply a cut on her nose. Licking it without a though, she stared at the figure as the rain continued to pound on both of them. She would have liked to have done that in her other form, but there was simply no time to change. She couldn't concentrate enough for that without some warning. Now she had to change if she wanted to get them both to shelter and away from this place. Stretching, she put her front feet towards the ground and shook her body as her tail went upwards. Her back ached and her limbs were throbbing.
Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima had not borne her incarceration well. Her wrists and ankles were badly swollen, the ropes having cut badly into her delicate flesh. The newly severed bonds still hung from her limbs, short lengths of rope trailing from each knot to badly frayed ends. She breathed shallowly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her body was tight with goosebumps, her pale cheeks flushed as her temperature began to rise. A soft groan escaped her chapped lips as she slid to the ground, stirring slightly and shifting before going still again. Her body was light, the Elves were known for their lithe forms but also being naturally frail.
The Elf girl was still lost in darkness as the rain continued to pound, drowning out almost every sound of the Green Woeld as the winds grew stronger and the downpour somehow grew heavier. The distant rumble of thunder echoed around the massive trees, sending some of the local wildlife scurrying to various hiding spots under the large interwoven roots that covered most of the ground in the old forest.
She was dimly aware of the world around her despite her sickness, her miraculous survival despite such a heavy landing waking her from her slumber. A few groans escaped her lips, but they were inarticulate and had little meaning. Someone or something was with her, pacing about next to her. She remembered vaguely being caught but apart from that everything was a blur. All the girl knew was that she had somehow survived, although whether she would be able to survive this weather in her current state was another matter entirely.
Consciousness slipped away from her once again, warm darkness enveloping her and making her forget about her freezing aching body. Memories of the past floated past her, echoes of happier times before leaving her homeland. Her brother had always been around in those days, caring for her like no other would and listening to her when others scoffed at her opinions. He had been lucky, being able to find someone who loved him and settle down. There was no such fortune for her, and instead she had gotten herself banished from her homeland. Ironically, it now seemed so pointless when the first thing that happened to her after leaving her home was to be captured by slavers and left in such conditions that she was probably going to die before tomorrow morning.
It would be almost laughable if it was not so painfully ironic.
Quote ("Syngey") Concerned about the wellbeing of the rescued, Arya paced around the woman in an attempt to examine her. Her own scratches and aches were easily ignored. She merely had to lick the cut on her nose a few more times before it ceased to bleed. This was one benefit of being in her current form, as her human body was more fragile. Sniffing around the woman's head, she pulled back as she heard a noise come from her. Curious, Arya watched her face with anticipation, but was disappointed when she didn't make another noise. She seemed to be sleeping. At least, she was breathing, so sleeping was the only thing Arya could think to call her current state. Moving forward again, her white eyes investigated her physical condition further.
Her wet, soft nose brushed against the girl's skin as she took in her scent. It was still impossible for her to identify what that smell was, but she knew it was something she hadn't smelt before. Moving down the delicate arm before her, she paused on the wrist. Glancing to check the state of the other wrist, she found it in the same shape. The rope was still attached, but it would be easily torn away. Wasting no time, her sharp teeth tore at the weakened rope, one wrist at a time. Spitting out the remains of the rope to the side, Arya moved to sniff the swollen wounds. As she did this, without even thinking, she found herself licking the swollen wrists. This would, hopefully, bring some relief to the pain the girl might have been feeling.
Not lingering, Arya continued her examination. When she noticed that the ankles were in a similar state to the wrists, she went about removing the rope from here as well. Disposing of the frayed pieces of rope, she went about gently licking the wounds. Working her way around the other side of the body now, she brought her sniffing to an end after checking the girl's face once again. As her nose poked around the long hair, she was a bit curious about the pointed ears. She had noticed them earlier, but now that she could smell them closely they seemed intriguing to her. Similarly, her keen eyes did not miss the fact that the light, soft dress was now completely transparent because of the rain. Sniffing the woman's side again, she fought back the urge to rub her face on the silky fabric. Shaking her head, sending a bit of fur and water flying, she sat down next to the body and tried not to stare at the revealing underwear that she could see through the dress.
Stepping back, she realized she needed to stop invading this stranger's privacy and do something to help her. Right now, that meant getting them both out of this rain. Walking a few steps away from the girl, she used her teeth to expertly unbuckle her small pack. She would tear it if she tried changing while it was still on (an unfortunate effect that occurred many times). Closing her eyes and letting out a heavy sigh, Arya concentrated on changing. It wasn't her favorite sensation, she much preferred the move from girl to cynan, but it was getting better with practice. As she stood silent and meditative, her red form began to glow ever redder, as if her fur was expanding all around her. The red became brighter, lighter, so that in a moment her dog figure was enveloped in a burning white light, revealing only the outline of her body. Cringing, her body began the shift.
Paws first, the claws receded as fingers and toes grew out of the fur. The thick, furry tail became smaller, shrinking. Her posture slowly became more upright as her front legs shortened and became more slender. The fur itself became less and less. The wet, black nose molded into a small pinkish, human nose. This pinkish tone slowly replaced the fiery red fur covering her body. Toned, slim legs grew beneath her, helping her upright position to straighten out. Hips became visible, a slender waist was defined. Nearly all the fur disappeared completely, leaving the vast majority of it to rest on her head, but even this changed as the color darkened and became less extreme. In the darkness of the rainy wood, it appeared black, but in reality it was a dark auburn brown. It fell messily near her now fully formed chest, just barely offering her a bit of modesty as the waves of the strands served as a cover. Her eyes were the last to change. They remained a burning white until the glow that covered her body faded. With that, round eyes, red and gold, opened to look upon her change.
Arya always had the paranoid feeling that something wouldn't change back quite right, so she usually gave herself a quick inspection before moving. Finding that all her parts were intact, she considered her clothing options. While her hair helped her chest area, the rest of her body had no such cover. But, she didn't think it all that smart to allow her clothes to become soaked just for modesty's sake. Still, if she ran into someone in the woods in her current state...that could be trouble. Moving forward, she picked up her pack, unzipped the main compartment and dug around looking for something. It was a bit damp inside, but the pack had kept her things dry for the most part. Finding what she was looking for, she pulled out her undergarments. Slipping these on without hesitation, she decided this would be enough for now. At least she wouldn't be caught completely naked by a stranger. |
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 11.October.2012, 6:59 AM | Message # 3 |
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Quote ("Syngey") It wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but it was dry and, hopefully, concealed. Carrying the girl through the tangled woods had been easier than Arya would have expected, as she was rather lite. Luckily, she hadn't run into any trouble in her search, and now as she carefully laid the limp body on the hard dirt of the dark, musty shelter she had found she hoped a fire would be possible. With her pack firmly in place across her shoulder and chest, she crouched near the girl, dripping water beneath her. At this rate, they would both freeze. Looking around she saw that the huge tree that grew above them offered a fairly good roof over their heads. The thick roots twisted above, creating a cave out of the bark. She had laid the woman as far back into this tree cave as possible. It was nearly pitch black. They needed light and warmth. She hoped that her meager abilities would be enough to spark a flame.
Moving towards the opening of the shelter, Arya used the knife stored in her pack to cut off a few pieces of the roots that housed them. She hoped this would be enough. Usually she would have gone looking for larger pieces of wood, but everything was drenched. At least by cutting some wood from the bottom of these roots she could get something fairly dry. Bringing her kindling back to the center of the cave, she dug a shallow hole and placed the wood in it. First, she tried matches. Unfortunately, the only ones she brought with her were stored in an outside pocket of her pack, meaning they were ruined by the water. Cursing under her breath, Arya knew she would have to try one of the tricks she had learned before setting out on this journey. She was still a beginner, and had only succeeded in moving an existing flame. Concentrating, with desperation, she rubbed her hands together over the pile and prayed for relief. The faster she rubbed her hands, the warmer they became, and as she whispered to herself in a language she barely understood a warm glow surrounded her hands. Knowing this should be heating up faster, she feared this would fail. And, for the most part, it did. But, she did manage to cause a spark, and this spark fell on the wood pile, catching just enough to begin to slow growth. Heart racing, Arya gently blew on the one little flame she had managed to conjure. It wasn't much, but it grew enough to create a bit of light and even less warmth. Still, it was better than nothing.
Feeling proud, Arya smiled and moved a bit away from the fire to wring out her hair. As the water dripped to the ground she looked at the sleeping figure on the other side of the "fire". She shouldn't be in that soaking dress. She would never get dry that like. Feeling a bit flushed, she moved forward hesitantly. Surely the woman would understand, right? It wasn't like she would look...not more than she had to at least. Sitting next to the soaked girl, Arya sighed as she unbuckled her pack and set it aside, but before doing so she pulled out a small blanket folded tightly and tied with a string. Untying it, she revealed a dark green, wool blanket just big enough for one. She laid this over her shoulder for now. With shaky hands, she touched the silky fabric and remembered her urge to rub against it earlier. The cynan form may have left her, but the instincts never did. Unwilling to think about that, she quickly slipped off the shoulder straps, but quickly realized she would need to move the body a bit to get the dress off. Lifting the girl up, she made her sit up by having her lean forward onto her, placing her head delicately on her shoulder. Shuddering, from the cold she presumed, she was able to slide the dress down to the girl's waist.
From her free shoulder, she took the blanket and laid it down behind where the girl was sitting up, managing to hold her up on her other shoulder. Once the blanket was laid down, she gently let the girl rest back down on it. Now she could see the figure, free of fabric, except a scant undergarment, from the waist up. Swallowing hard, Arya carefully pulled the dress down over the girl's legs, being careful of the ankles she assumed were still aching. With the dress completely off, Arya turned around towards the "fire" and looked for a place to hang it. Spotting a hook of sorts growing out from the roots above, she hung it so that it would not catch fire, but so that it might dry faster.
Turning back to the woman, Arya had her biggest challenge. It was obvious the woman was very cold, and it might be dangerous to leave even her wet undergarments on. It was the only way. Leaning over the sleeping figure, she reached around to her back and unlatched the top undergarment, and, closing her eyes so as not to feel like she was violating a stranger, slipped it off completely. Turning around quickly, she felt herself breathing heavily as she opened her eyes. Hanging this with the dress, she turned back towards her final bit of clothing removal, with her eyes shut tight. Without sight, she had to feel around for feet, which she found with ease. Slowly moving her hands up the legs, her breathing quickened. Finally, as it seemed to take forever, she felt the fabric of the undergarment and quickly slipped it off and repeated her previous action with hanging it up. Sighing with relief, she turned around once more, eyes shut, and wrapped the rest of the blanket around the figure, trying to pretend she hadn't accidentally brushed against something hard.
Fully embarrassed and flushed, Arya felt that it wouldn't take long for her to dry off. After all, she was already quite warm. With open eyes now, she moved to the other side of the fire with her pack and sat down.
Quote ("Xaimee") She barely stirred as the other female stripped her of her clothing, only a very slight moan escaping her lips as the other’s hand brushed against the tip of her breast drawing any kind of reaction from her since falling from the tree. The Elf girl seemed relaxed as she slumbered peacefully in the warm blanket, the goosebumps fading from her soft pale skin and her breathing becoming more even as everything settled down. Time passed slowly for her in her dreamless sleep, although to her perception it was as if she had only just fallen from the tree.
Awaking slowly, Ílima stirred and stretched before her eyes flickered open. She felt weak, but not as sickly as before. Her vision was blurred, the crackling of fire and the smell of smoke filling her nostrils initially. She coughed a little, stiffening slightly as she felt unfamiliar fabric brushing against her body. Looking down at herself, the Elf realised she was wrapped in a blanket followed by a further revelation that she was wearing absolutely nothing underneath the covering. Her already flushed face turned a bright shade of scarlet at her predicament. Who had stripped her? Had they done anything to her while she had been unconscious? She could feel her heart beating fast, pounding so hard that it drowned out most of the sounds around her. Swallowing, she tried to get a hold of herself and concentrate on assessing her surroundings.
Her eyes scanned the small hollow she was half-sitting, half-laying in. Her violet gaze found the fire, glancing up and to the side to see her clothing hanging from the ceiling. She cringed. It absolutely mortified her that someone had seen her rather revealing and embarrassing underwear. The irony was that for her kind considered her choice quite modest but then the girl had her own standards that she felt her choice of undergarments broke. Suppressing a whimper, the girl finally noticed the other person sitting in the small shelter. Her eyes widened slightly, instinctively shrinking back and pulling the blanket by its insides to fit more tightly around her.
The girl did not seem like she meant her harm, and the fact she was just sitting there without having her bound told her that the stranger did not intend to hold her captive. She opened her mouth to speak but ended up coughing instead. Shivering involuntarily, the female looked down at her bare feet before looking towards the other girl. She was too shy to make eye contact, her eyes shimmering slightly as she tried to look somewhere else in the general direction. Unfortunately, the other was dressed in just her underwear by the look of it and that made her feel even more awkward than normal.
“Who-who ar-are y-you?” she asked in her own tongue before realising there was no chance this being would understand it. Swallowing, the Elf girl closed her eyes for a few moments as she wracked her brain for the best language to use. She had no idea if the female before her was human, but she appeared to be so one of their tongues seemed the best choice. “Who… who are you? How… How did I get here?” asked Ílima slowly in what she understood to be the most commonly used language amongst humanity. Even using another language, her voice still had a musical quality to it even if it was perhaps not quite so harmonious when using a language other than her own.
Quote ("Syngey") Arya let her eyes rest for a moment as she happily took in the warmth of the flames that were now finally starting to grow to a proper fire. She really should have practiced that more before starting her journey. Still, at the moment she couldn't complain. Things seemed to be working out alright. Soon she would be dry enough to put her proper clothes on, which would warm her up considerably. As it was now, her body shivered involuntarily as if to tell her she might want to just go ahead and get dressed now, but she wanted to wait just a little longer.
Opening her eyes, she found their gaze settle on the girl immediately. She still appeared to be sleeping. Arya hoped that she would be okay after her ordeal, whatever it had entailed. More than that, she hoped she hadn't rescued a dangerous person. She knew it wasn't the safest thing to go around untying strangers, but she seemed so helpless. As these thoughts passed through her mind she noticed slight movement coming from the blanket. Becoming alert now, she watched closely to see if she was waking. It appeared that she was.
Silently, she watched as the stranger tried to take in her current situation. She felt a bit bad for her when she coughed. And naturally, she seemed confused, and on guard. Trying to look kind but not necessarily harmless, after all she might need to defend herself at any moment, Arya decided to remain quiet for the time being. While she had been uncomfortable undressing the girl, she had no such reservations about being seen in her underwear. It was just like swimming clothes anyway, and it wasn't like a man was around.
As she was spoken to, Arya decided she should probably try to explain what had happened, but she had no idea what had just been said to her. Her eyebrows offered a quizzical expression until the girl spoke again in a language she understood. Her voice was pleasant enough, but she still wasn't ready to put down her guard. Trying to think of how best to answer, her eyes wandered around the shelter for a moment before responding. "Oh, yeah, sorry, you're probably confused." Scratching her head, she suddenly felt self-conscious about the disordered state of her hair. Trying to comb through it with her fingers, she continued to speak in her casual manner. "You fell, and I caught you. I thought you might freeze to death, so I helped you with that too." At this point, she nodded her heard towards the clothes hanging by the fire. "They're probably dry by now if you want to dress." Realizing another thing, she added quickly. "I didn't look though! I-I mean I was very careful." Feeling a bit silly now, she forced herself to stop talking.
Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima listened to the girl as she spoke. Her accent was curious, as were her unusual eyes, but largely the Elf girl kept her gaze more on her surroundings than the scantily clad girl. Her cheeks retained their deep blush as the other female awkwardly brought up not looking at her while undressing her. She was not sure how to take this since she was certain that their standards of what should be seen and not seen were different, but it was at least nice to know that her apparent saviour had attempted to give her charge some semblance of privacy.
Sitting up a little, she shuffled around inside the blanket until she could hug her knees up to her bare chest, finding the sensation a little odd since normally she was never nude except when bathing. She hugged her legs, her face mostly hidden by her unkempt green hair. Her eyes peered out from the forest coloured curtains, the violet orbs shimmering gently in the firelight. “Thank… Thank you,” said Ílima softly, sort of glad to get a chance to put her knowledge of languages into practice but rather unhappy at the situation that led to it. The urge to get dressed was strong, but her dress did not appear completely dry yet and she did not feel comfortable putting on her clothing while the girl was sitting across the fire from her.
She winced slightly as the blanket brushed against the damage skin of her wrists. Her fingers traced over the raw skin, biting her lip slightly at how tender it was. Pain was not something she was used to when she could heal herself so easily on a normal day. Sighing softly, the Elf tried to regain some semblance of focus. She could make out faint trails of Energy around her, but not enough to use or even really get a sense of what was around her excluding what her ordinary senses could see. Whatever had poisoned her mind was gone, but the sickness from exposure was making it difficult to concentrate hard enough to use her powers. She was at least confident that she would live long enough for that moment, assuming that this new female was not a threat.
After a long silence spent staring into the fire while hugging her own slender form tightly, the Elf girl looked up at the other female. “My name is Ílima,” she said softly, keeping her voice low to stop herself from coughing again. “What is your name?” It seemed only right that she should introduce herself considering she owed the stranger her life. She just hoped that the girl was as genuine as her words seemed, and that perhaps she had finally had some good fortune in her disaster-strewn adolescence.
Quote ("Syngey") Trying to regain some composure, Arya kept her mouth shut and simply waited for the other girl to speak. It was obvious that she had embarrassed the girl with her words, and probably her actions too, but what was she supposed to do? It was only natural that her clothes would need to be dried. Not that she was trying to justify her actions, she didn’t need to. She was only doing what any other caring person would have done. Right? Feeling a bit exasperated with her own internal debate, she lowered her head a bit to avoid having to look at the girl straight on. She didn’t want to embarrass her any further.
The sudden thank you she received caused her to bring her head back up again. She was a bit surprised at hearing it. After all, she was starting to think she had done something wrong. Trying to smile, she shrugged her shoulders as if to tell her that it was no big deal. Of course, it kind of was a big deal. She had risked her own safety to save this girl, and her back wasn’t exactly thrilled about the sudden weight of a falling body, no matter how lite it was. Noticing the girl cringe brought her thoughts back to a more modest place. Was she in pain? There really wasn’t anything Arya could do to help that. Healing of any kind was way out of her comfort zone. All she could do she already had, by cleaning the wounds earlier after the fall.
Shifting a bit, Arya crossed her legs, which were spread out in front of her. Suddenly she felt the need to cover herself a bit. Should she get dressed? She was dry enough now to do so, but would it be awkward to stand up all of the sudden and dress when the girl was still naked under the blanket? She didn’t get the chance to decide, as she heard the girl introduce herself. Her name sounded strange to her ears, but she supposed it was foreign considering the fact that she had originally spoken to her in an unknown language. Then there were those ears. “Arya. My name’s Arya.” Smiling genuinely now, she felt a little more like herself. “I guess this is kind of a strange way to meet, but I’m glad to meet you either way.” See? She could be friendly. She wasn’t a terrible person who plucked women from the trees and stripped them.
Perhaps pushing her luck, Arya decided to probe a little deeper. “I have to ask, what were you doing up there? I mean, how did you get there?” She hoped she would get a straight answer. And if she didn’t, she hoped she would be able to tell that she was being told a lie. Curiosity wasn’t the only thing driving her question. Whatever the cause of her captive state was would help her decide if this was someone she should be wary of or not.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 11.October.2012, 7:00 AM | Message # 4 |
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| Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima nodded softly when the other girl introduced herself as Arya. It was an interesting name, although it did not sound anything like the human languages she had learned. Was this girl human as she appeared or was she something else? The Elf was rather obviously not human and her saviour appeared to notice that – the constant glances at her pointed ears a giveaway. She blushed slightly at the attention, thankful her hair mostly covered what features were peeking out from under the blanket wrapped firmly around her sitting form. Her violet eyes scanned over the other’s lean form, her fair skin and toned figure. She blushed slightly as she realised the girl was just sitting there with her legs spread, which in her panties was a little bit uncomfortable to look at. Biting her lip, she looked away and closed her eyes for a moment, trying to steady her nerves and perhaps attempt to make things seem less awkward.
The other female asking a question brought some much-needed focus that she required. Looking up, the Elf girl shook her head and frowned. “I am not sure…” she said slowly, trying to think back to her capture. “I think they were…”Ílima hesitated for a moment as she searched for the correct term. “Slavers, but I am not sure. They drugged me and I eventually fell unconscious.” She sighed. “Then I woke up tied to a tree… and then I woke up here.” A shiver ran through her, the wounds in her wrists and ankles aching to remind her that her ordeal had only happened in her very recent past. She rubbed a little at her wrists under the blanket, sighing softly and bowing her head so almost her entire form was cocooned in the green fabric.
Her thoughts drifted to Arya sitting before her. The girl was unusual looking. Her eyes were not human and she found it hard to believe a human caught her while she had been falling unless she was some kind of magic user. If she had her real senses it would be so much easier to tell, but the last vestiges of the drug still clouded much of her mind – it was a strain to hold this conversation. Biting her pink lip for a moment, the Elf returned her gaze to the other girl. “Do you live in the Green Woeld? How did you find me?” It was quite a fortunate turn of events for her saviour to come across her in the middle of such a massive forest, let alone be in a position to help. She could not help feel slightly suspicious, but if the girl was allied with the slavers then there was no way she would have bothered dragging her to wherever this was just to have this conversation and pretend to be someone she was not.
Quote ("Syngey") Arya's eyes seemed to dance in the firelight as the red and gold hues stared across the flames at Ílima. In the past, her eyes had caused her trouble. Especially in towns. They seemed to make people uneasy, as if they could see something within them. As a child, Arya had hated her eyes, and she would often keep her hair messy and over her eyes in an attempt to hide them. But nothing worked. She only hoped she would no longer have to deal with this problem now that she was grown. People tended to show a little more respect to an adult. Not that she really considered herself an adult. She simply looked capable of handling herself, which for most people was an indication of being mature and not an easy target to pick on. With these eyes, Arya noticed that the girl was blushing once again. She sure was nervous about something. Was she embarrassing her somehow? Maybe she shouldn't be staring at her so much, but what else was she supposed to look at?
Leaning forward a bit, she moved her hands close to the fire to give them some welcome warmth. She wasn't freezing by any means, but as she still hadn't dressed fully she was a bit cold. Not that she had any reason to complain. As Ílima divulged her story, or at least what she could remember of it, Arya was struck with the feeling that she had suffered quite a bit more in the last day or so than she had. In fact, her journey had been fairly uneventful before meeting the girl. Really, she had been enjoying herself. Not that she wasn't anymore. It was just, well, she obviously hadn't suffered as Ílima had. Frowning at the conclusion of her tale, she wondered if anything worse had happened to the girl that she wasn't sharing. She couldn't help the fact that her mind assumed the worst. People usually lived up to her worst expectations. As she continued to watch the girl, Arya felt the intense urge to comfort her somehow, but she didn't have anything to offer. She felt a great deal of pity for the delicate creature. She seemed so fragile.
Unexpectedly, she found herself having to consider her own story as Ílima asked about her purpose in the woods. It sounded like the girl didn't remember anything about her catching her. Which probably meant she didn't realize Arya's secret. That was a relief. Not that Arya cared. She was proud of her abilities. But, well, not everyone was so thrilled with her change. If Ílima shunned her it wouldn't be the first time that sort of thing had happened. No, it was best to keep her true nature to herself. Trying to appear nonchalant, Arya waved her hand in the air as she spoke. "Oh, I'm just passing through. I think it was a random coincidence that I happened to come across you. Lucky I suppose. There you were, hanging in the trees, then bam! You were falling! I don't know what kind of trick you used to get those ropes to break, but it worked a little better than you anticipated I guess because I don't see how you could have landed without causing some serious injuries." Pausing, she wondered how she could manage to explain her catch. "Well, anyway, I caught you. Or, at least, I broke your fall a bit." Smiling bigger this time, she revealed a few of her small, but sharp teeth. She trusted what Ílima had told her. There was nothing in her way of speaking that indicated she was lying. So, for now, she would trust her. "Speaking of which, I hope you're not hurt too badly."
Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima listened, feeling a slight kinship when Arya mentioned that she was just passing through the Green Woeld. Were they both wanderers too? She glanced at the girl while she leaned forwards, her eyes sliding across her chest before they looked away hurriedly. Clad in just undergarments, or what appeared to be underwear at least, the other female was giving her quite a view of her cleavage as she leaned forwards. It was a little embarrassing, but then what sort of sights had her saviour seen while stripping her of her soaking clothing? Had she really averted her gaze? The girl cringed slightly within herself, hating the idea of someone looking over her body even if it was innocently. They seemed to have different outlooks about such things, which was natural considering their differing backgrounds and even species, but it was still unsettling for her. She hugged herself a little tighter under the blanket that covered her nakedness, her skin still feeling quite cold despite the fire.
Her eyes strayed from the fire to the girl as she smiled, the violet of her own eyes growing a little more visible as she noticed the lengthened canines. That was certainly not a human trait. She felt suddenly a little more uncomfortable than before. Was Arya a vampire? Panic threatened to consume her before her more rational mind pointed out that this girl had saved her in daylight and had certainly not taken any of her blood. Sighing softly, she was rather curious now as to who this girl actually was. Her appearance was really quite unusual, and just seemed very different from what she understood humans to be like. Then there was the strength and the speed that would have been required to catch her during her fall without getting them both killed. She wanted to ask about it, but she found the other female asking a question of her.
“Nothing that will not recover,” said Ílima softly, rubbing her wrists again. The skin was still raw but it was nothing that could not be healed once her powers returned. “The poison they gave me is the bigger problem. I… I cannot focus properly. My head hurts.” She closed her eyes for a moment, the pounding at her temples whenever she tried to concentrate growing so intense she could barely hear her surroundings. Sighing softly, her violet eyes opened again to look in the general direction of the figure sitting across the fire. “Do you mind if I ask you a question…?” she began, biting her lip in hesitation before continuing. “You speak a human tongue but you cannot be human if you saved me. Would you mind explaining how you managed it?” Her cheeks flushed. “I am curious. I have always wanted to learn more about other peoples and species…”
Quote ("Syngey") Feeling comfortably warm now, Arya pulled back from the fire and rested her arms at her side. Although she wasn't sitting in an unusual position, preserving her modesty didn't really occur to her beyond the fact that she would like to be protected from the cold. That and it seemed that something about her appearance was causing Ílima some anxiety. Or, at least, that's what it seemed liked when she kept trying to avoid looking at her directly. Perhaps she was still uncomfortable about her undressing her and leaving her under the cover of just a blanket. She really hadn't looked though. That just wouldn't have been right. Well anyway, she knew she hadn't done anything wrong, so that was enough for now. Ílima would just have to decide to trust her or not. Arya understood that this wasn't always an easy decision to make. After all, she herself had only just begun to trust the other girl, and she might soon learn that was a mistake. It was a risk she was willing to take for now.
Admittedly, she was relieved to hear that Ílima was not injured too badly. She hadn't given much thought to what she would do now that the girl had been rescued and secured in a place of hiding, but she thought that once the rain stopped there would be no reason to stay here. Although, she was feeling rather worn out from her day's traveling and the extra force she had exerted in her rescue. If the biggest complaint Ílima had was a headache then Arya didn't think there was much to worry about. That is, she couldn't see why that was such a big deal, not being able to focus. Although, the girl could be a magic user. Those ears did seem suggest she might be of some old race, or something. Not that Arya knew the first thing about these kinds of people, other than some stories she had heard around town. She hadn't exactly met very many worldly people living in such a small town most of her life.
Drawing her attention back to the present, she raised her eyebrows at Ílima's words. Of course she didn't mind, but what could she possibly want to know? Unfortunately, Arya quickly realized that she was asking the one question she didn't want to answer. Trying to appear assured in herself, she forcibly held back the frown she felt trying to appear on her lips. Instead she remained unexpressive as she considered how to respond. This could be a dangerous subject to bring up. That was what the past had taught her, and yet, this girl didn't seem like anyone she had encountered before. She almost seemed nervous about asking the question at all. And she really did sound like she was simply curious. Should she tell her the truth? "Oh, well, I'm human...for the most part." Trying to smile, she only managed a halfhearted curve of her lips. Part of the truth would do, right? "You really don't remember anything about the fall? I mean, do you remember anyone...anything...being there with you?" She hoped that Ílima would recall something on her own so she wouldn't have to make the decision to tell her.
Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima found Arya’s response intriguing. “The most part…?” she said quietly, tilting her head to the side slightly as her eyes scanned over her form. She still felt too shy to meet her gaze directly for anything more than a moment, however. “I do not remember much.” The girl sighed softly, closing her eyes and trying to think back. “I passed out after I used what little strength I could bring out to break my bonds. I vaguely remember something red shaped nearby but after that, there’s nothing. I vaguely remember the feeling of landing on something firm but not hard like the ground.” She blushed slightly. “After that, I woke up here.” She shook her head, her green hair swaying slightly – it was finally starting to dry. “If you do not feel comfortable talking about it then I am sorry that I asked. I did not mean to pry.”
She closed her eyes for a moment before opening them again, shifting slightly under the blanket but remaining in a sitting position with her knees hugged to her chest under the cover. “I do not know if you have guessed already, but I am what most people know as an Elf. Most guess right away when they see the ears but if you did not know then it only feels right to tell you since I am prying into your species.” Ílima smiled slightly. “Normally we do not talk to outsiders but… I do not feel that way.” She tried her best to do more than a little half smile but with everything that had happened with her people it was hard to do so. “I hope that makes you realise that I will not judge you if you are not human as you appear. I am not human so I am just curious.” She shrugged lightly. “But the choice is yours. I will not force you to talk about it.”
Sighing quietly, the Elf girl lapsed into silence before glancing up at her clothing. She blushed slightly seeing her bra and panties hanging there for all to see. What did the other female think about the scant fabric? They were made from the same silky material as her dress. The white fabric was special, impossible to manufacture without the techniques of her people. If she were to sell them it would fetch a pretty penny, but they were the only connection she had with her home now and she would never part with them. Besides, Ílima had little desire to be experimental in her wardrobe choices when she knew what she had was comfortable and fit correctly. She badly wanted to get dressed but it still felt embarrassing to do so while Arya was present, especially considering the lack of clothing the other girl had on. Even if perhaps they were even and it had been necessary, it did not make her feel any better whatsoever.
Quote ("Syngey") Undeniably nervous, Arya waited for the other girl's response. She noticed that she was being inspected, making her feel a bit uncomfortable with the observation Ílima might make. Her attention was perked by the mention of something red shaped. She watched the girl with a hopeful expression. Obviously she was that red shaped thing. It seemed for a moment that the girl might remember something substantial. But no, it turned out that this was all she remembered about Arya's part in the rescue. This was a bit disappointing, but she felt reassured when Ílima informed her that she did not have to divulge her identity if she did not want to. That wasn't something Arya expected to hear. It did seem natural for the girl to want to know what she was dealing with, and yet she was very polite about the issue. She wasn't used to such understanding.
Arya weighed the options in her mind. She could tell Ílima what she was and risk the reaction. Or she could simply opt out of the whole thing. She could keep her secret, they would part ways, and she wouldn't have to deal with any uncertainty. Pulling on a few strands of her messy hair, she tried to make a decision. She wasn't sure that was what she wanted though. Trying to consider this, she was a bit distracted when Ílima started speaking again, but at the mention of an Elf the girl had her full attention. Her eyes widened with amazement as she listened to what the girl was saying. An Elf? Really, an Elf? Was that even possible? Arya had heard the term before, and she knew that they were supposed to exist, but she had never seen one, and neither had anyone she had ever known. This was simply amazing! Arya could hardly believe that she had actually saved an Elf's life. Her old acquaintances would never believe such a story. Honesty she wouldn't have believed it herself. She immediately had questions she wanted to ask. Where did she come from? Who did she live with? What did she do? Could she use magic? How? Was that some kind of Elven language she spoke earlier? Why did Elves have such strange ears?
Her excitement was calmed by Ílima's assurance that she would not judge her. That was right. If Ílima had trusted her with such a thing, shouldn't she do the same? Arya believed what Ílima told her, and she seemed sincere. Somehow not being forced to tell her made Arya want to tell her everything. She had never been extended such curtesy before. She wanted to repay Ílima's trust. Without saying anything else, she exposed her secret. "I'm told that I'm a Cynanthrope, although I've never met another person like myself so I can't say for sure. When I caught you, I wasn't a human. I mean, I didn't look like a human. I was a dog. I'm the red shaped thing." Trying to smile, she wondered how the other girl would react to this confession.
Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima noticed Arya’s eyes widen when she mentioned what she was, understanding dawning in her red and golden eyes. It made her a little embarrassed to see someone so excited, but thankfully, she managed to restrain herself. Tilting her head to the side slightly as the girl explained just what she is, her eyebrows raised slightly in surprise. She was simply fascinated by the idea of a Cynanthrope and what that entailed. It was truly amazing that the other girl had been in the form of a dog when she caught her. Her origins would explain the speed and strength that would have been required to catch her if it was similar to more commonly known shapeshifters.
“I have heard of Lycanthropes but I never thought there would be such a thing as Cynanthrope… That’s amazing,” she said, her violet eyes bright with genuine interest. The girl blushed slightly, realising that her excitement was getting the best of her. Biting her lip, she laughed a little nervously and sat back, adjusting the blanket which had slipped open slightly to reveal her collarbones and a tiny bit of cleavage. Blushing more at showing herself off like that, the girl hugged herself tightly and tried to pretend as if nothing had happened – Ílima hoped Arya had not really noticed the slight flash.
She looked down, sucking on her bottom lip for a moment before sighing and looking up at the girl. The other female would certainly want have questions about her race, but for now she desperately wanted to avoid thinking about her own people. “I don’t want to embarrass you but could you show me your dog form? I would really like to see you in that form.” Ílima blushed. “I mean… since you saved me in that form.” The girl did not really want to admit it was pure curiosity, but it was rather embarrassing to admit her somewhat childlike curiosity. Being from such an isolated background, Arya was actually the second non-Elf she had ever spoken to in her life and it was truly electrifying to meet someone unique.
((Gah short. > <))
Quote ("Syngey") Arya immediately wondered if she had made the right decision. Should she really go around confessing her biggest secret to every damsel in distress she met? Blushing slightly, she wondered if she was letting the wrong part of her make her decisions right now. Her head certainly wasn't pulling the strings. Ílima could simply be pulling the wool over her eyes with that innocent face. She felt the sudden urge to escape. She felt so foolish. After only being on her own a few days she had already made a stupid decision. Ílima's first reaction did nothing to quell her fears. At the mention of Arya's wolfish cousins a spark of fear mixed with hatred flashed across her eyes that now appeared to possibly becoming more red than gold. This was it. This was how it always happened.
However, the usual narrative did not play out before her. Visibly surprised, Arya's eyebrows furrowed in a quizzical fashion. Amazing? This girl thought it was amazing? Not horrifying or disgusting? Not...dangerous? Did she not think she was nothing more than a werewolf out to tear her to bits? Relaxing a bit, Arya truly was puzzled. For this reason, her full attention was on Ílima. She just couldn't understand how this girl could react so...so logically to her secret. After all, this was not how people responded to her in the past. As she stared half in awe in Ílima's direction, she was further shocked to catch a quick glimpse of what she had tried so hard to avoid seeing earlier. Turning a bit red all over, she crinkled her nose in an animalistic manner. It was almost a twitch. Something that had been the cause of much teasing as a younger girl. Hoping Ílima hadn't noticed her reaction, she was relieved when she spoke again.
A bit taken aback, Arya was unsure of how to respond to the other girl's odd request. Now that was definitely a first. Feeling awkward, her eyes wandered off to the side looking at nothing in particular. She really wasn't sure how to answer that question. Imagining the process, she couldn't picture someone actually watching her transformation. It would just be too embarrassing for several reasons. Not that she minded being in her other form in front of someone who already knew, and who, strangely enough, was okay with it. But, transforming was a completely different thing. It was very intimate and personal. Bringing her gaze back towards Ílima, she spoke carefully so as not to offend the girl with her answer. "I can't really change in front of you. It's hard to explain...but it just wouldn't work." There was no way she would be able to go through with it if she had an audience. She truly suspected it wouldn't work, although she had never tried. "But, if you want to meet your savior I can bring her out, you'll just need to close your eyes or something." Smiling now, her voice was lighter and casual. "Oh, and, thank you. For not running away."
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 11.October.2012, 7:00 AM | Message # 5 |
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| Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima was still a little flustered from giving Arya a small glimpse of her cleavage to notice the other girl’s twitch at the sight of her obvious embarrassment. Her hands under the cover pulled them more tightly around her slender form, shivering despite not feeling particularly cold any longer. The Elf girl knew she should get dressed again but putting her clothes back on, even within earshot of the Cynanthrope, made her cringe inwardly. She had shown enough off with the girl being able to examine her clothing closely without giving her a view of her nude form – assuming that the other female had been honest and not looked while stripping her.
She watched her new acquaintance grow uncomfortable with her request. It was probably something quite personal, and the Elf felt a little guilty for letting her curiosity get the better of her. Tilting her head in slight confusion when the girl told her that it would not work correctly while being observed, As far as she was aware it was not a magical effect or a curse so there should be no rules for how it worked, but perhaps it was simply because the other female did not feel comfortable being observed. It was true that the Elf girl had not really intended to observe so it did not bother her that much.
“I do not mind closing my eyes,” said Ílima softly, turning so she was side on to Arya before closing her eyes and hugging herself tightly. “I do not know if you can talk in your canine form, but if you would let me know when you’re finished.” A small smile touched her lips when the other female thanked her, her voice a lot lighter and less tense than before. “You are welcome, although I do not understand why people would flee from you. You do not strike me as particularly vicious or cruel…” Her voice faded away, memories of the slavers coming back to her and reminding her of the ache in her wrists and ankles. Biting her lip, she resisted a groan as she leaned forwards to rub at her ankles, drawing a slight hiss through her teeth. She could not wait for the drug or poison her attackers used to get out of her system and for her magic to return to her finally. As if her body remembered other important things she was missing, her stomach rumbled softly. Blushing gently, her hand gently brushed over her bare abdomen under the blanket. Later on, she would have to remember to ask her saviour about food.
Quote ("Syngey") For the most part, Arya didn't mind changing for the other girl. She could understand the desire to see something different from the usual, and she thought that Ílima might also be curious to see exactly what had saved her. Honestly, Arya felt a bit proud of this possibility. She wasn't a terribly humble person, so she felt no shame in basking in this particular praise. After all, the Elf seemed genuinely intrigued by her cynan half. It would be nice to show off a little. But she definitely couldn't do it with the girl watching. That was taking her confidence a bit too far. Happily, Ílima didn't ask any questions about why she didn't want her to watch. She didn't want the other girl to know that she would be getting naked. Ílima already seemed a bit shy about these matters, Arya didn't need to be that perceptive to notice the other girl's constant blushing.
Watching Ílima, she waited until her eyes were closed to stand up, picking up her bag as she did so. She noted the girl's words with a smile, feeling appreciative of the trust she offered her. Although, she had to question how wise it was for the girl to let her guard down so easily. Obviously Arya knew she wasn't a threat to her, but there was no way for her to know that. And here she was, closing her eyes to allow a perfect stranger to transform into a dog. Arya agreed that nothing she had do so far would indicate she is a dangerous person, but that's exactly what a dangerous person would want you to think! Well, they were safe for now, so she wouldn't push the subject. She simply made a note of it.
"I'll let you know when it is safe to turn around." Taking off what little clothes she had on, Arya quickly put them into her bag. She felt a bit nervous. "Oh, and don't worry if you hear any strange noises. It's normal." Really, what would another person think of this process? It was never something that anyone had witnessed before. Taking a deep breath, her body began to glow as it had before when Ílima was still unconscious. The move from human to cynan was much easier for Arya, although she wasn't sure why. Perhaps it was the excitement, the adrenaline, from the thought that soon she would be in a freer form. As a human she had many limitations that she didn't have in her other form. She was faster, more agile, and much fiercer. It was excited and fun to her. As these thoughts filled her head, the change took place much in the same way as before, but in the opposite direction of course. The pain was less, more of a discomfort than anything else.
As her gold and red eyes turned white, her vision sharpened. As her nose altered, her sense of smell skyrocketed. As her ears grew, as fur covered her body, as her arms and legs became shorter, yet stronger, and her posture lowered to the ground, she felt a fire burning within her. Finally, as her paws formed and her teeth and claws sharpened, she pulled her head back and let out a passionate howl. She couldn't help herself. Arya always felt this urge as she changed. Sitting back on her hind legs, she went about licking her right paw. This was another urge she couldn't quell. Someone she always felt dirty after being in her human form. For a moment, she was so engaged in this activity that she completely forgot the purpose of her change. Catching a whiff of the foreign smell that had started this adventure brought her back to the present situation. Setting her paw down, she looked in Ílima's direction and spoke in her voice. Well, not exactly the same voice as before, but to Arya it sounded the same in her head. In reality it was rougher and a bit raspy. Still, it was a voice. She could speak. "You can turn around now." None of her previous concern was with her now. Her confidence was high and she felt little need to be wary of this girl.
Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima did wonder if she was perhaps being too trusting of the mysterious girl who claimed to be able to turn into a dog, but if the female had meant her harm then surely she would have taken the opportunity while she had been unconscious? Something inside her told her that Arya would do her no harm, but it was still hard to shake that niggling worry after what had happened only a few hours earlier. The aches in her body still testified to that terrifying time – she wished she could just forget it but all Elves found forgetting to be impossible without the use of drugs or magic. Hugging her legs more tightly to her naked chest, the girl rested her forehead against her knees. She sighed softly, waiting patiently for her saviour to tell her when it was safe to look. She had suspicions why the other girl did not want to be observed changing, but it did not feel like either of them would be helped by commenting on it so she just let it be.
The Elf girl cursed her sensitive hearing as her thoughts were confirmed. She heard the whisper of panties sliding down the other’s toned legs and the slight snapping sound of her bra being unclipped. Her eyes screwed more tightly shut as if that would help but all it really did was make he feel more tense rather than less. Clenching her jaw, she was thankful once the sounds of undressing had passed to be replaced with nothing but silence. She sensed the world around her grow lighter, but her closed eyes hidden behind her knees made it difficult to determine how much brighter it had become or where its source came from.
A sudden howl made her yelp in fright, her cheeks glowing bright red at such an undignified reaction. Her tutors would surely scold her if they could see her now, reacting like a little girl to a sudden shock. Shaking her head, she was tempted to open her eyes but restrained herself. Arya had not told her it was okay to look at her and she would never break her trust by letting her nerves get the better of her.
Strange licking sounds filled the small hollow they huddled in, putting her teeth slightly on edge. What was going on now? She hated keeping her eyes closed when such unusual noises were echoing around her. The Elf had just been about to ask if she could look when her saviour’s voice – albeit gruffer than before – told her that it was safe. She opened her eyes and looked, stifling a gasp. “You look magnificent. I have never seen such a beautiful dog.” Blushing as she realised she was essentially calling the girl beautiful, despite her animal appearance, Ílima decided it was best to pretend that there was nothing untoward with what she had said and carry on.
In the cramped space they shared, her large canine form could not fit as easily as her human form could. It was not such a bad thing since it made the place feel warmer and closer, but it did leave them a lot closer than the Elf was usually comfortable with. Sighing softly, she shook her head and hugged herself a little tighter before reluctantly slipping a bare arm out from under the covers. Her limb moved slowly, shaking a little from exertion and the remains of the poison inside her. She placed her hand down on the crimson dog’s head, her finger nails began to scratch behind the ears before it began to move back and forth slowly. She smiled, enjoying the feeling of the soft warm fur under her palm and the strange feeling of companionship and satisfaction it gave her. “Thank you for trusting me with this, Arya. I truly appreciate it.”
Quote ("Syngey") Arya shook her whole body, sending red bits of fur floating around the shelter. Some of the strands landed in the fire, sparking in a burst of tiny light before disappearing into the flames. Her ears stood on top of her head in their natural fashion, relaxed. Her long, bushy tail rested motionless on the ground. The fur around her face, legs, and tail was longer and thicker than the rest of her body, but for the most part she had medium-length fur of various shades of red, some brighter, creating the illusion that the fur itself was on fire. This fiery image was illuminated by the pair of white, glowing eyes that peered out before her. Her vision was improved in this form, most notably in the dark, but her sense of smell was the most improved of all her senses. While she hadn't planned on being in this form, it might work in their favor at the moment as she would most certainly smell any intruders who came poking around their shelter. It might be best to remain this way until the sun returned and the rain lightened up, making it easier to rely on sight rather than smell.
Licking her paw and then running it back over her ears to give them a fresh look, Arya relished the compliment. She was brimming with pride. It was always clear to her that this form was exceptional, but she had never received a compliment from another person. After all, people usually ignored her in this form--seeing her as nothing more than a stray dog, blinded by their inability to really look at things--or they ran away in terror. Either way, not good. So, naturally, she was very pleased to hear the Elf express such admiration for her form. She had no reason to disagree either. She was a most beautiful dog.
Arya was a bit surprised when Ílima reached out and touched her head. Not that she minded, it was just unexpected. She had never been touched in this manner. Petted. It felt nice. Without thinking about it, her tail began to slowly move back and forth with satisfaction. She had no idea this would feel as pleasant as it did. Her fur bristled under the girl's touch, and her ears twitched as the nails scratched back and forth. Closing her eyes, she nodded in response to Ílima's words. She found that she was too distracted by the petting to actually respond verbally. Sliding down, she put her head in the girl's lap instinctually. Her cold nose pressed against the blanket that covered Ílima's body, but the rest of her body was quite warm. Her tail continued to wag back and forth almost in time with the petting motion. Sighing with content, she felt like she should be the one saying thank you. Hopefully Ílima wouldn't feel uncomfortable with he being so close.
Quote ("Xaimee") The Elf girl was happy when Arya reacted positively to her petting, smiling down at the red canine as she placed her head in her lap. She shifted around so she was kneeling in the confines of her blanket, her delicate fingers working their way through the soft red fur. The warmth and the softness brought a great comfort to her, although she was not sure why. It had been a long time since she had had the opportunity to do something like this, to enjoy some peaceful time with a person who did not dislike her or have unrighteous desires of her.
Ílima let her hand go still on the other’s head, laying back and stretching her legs out so she was sitting up properly. Her bare feet now peeked out from under the fabric of her covering, soaking in the heat of the nearby fire. She yawned softly, stretching herself, keeping one hand firmly clamped on the blanket to keep it up while she did so. The Elf felt oddly happy and peaceful right now. It was hard to believe she had been on the verge of death, or worse, mere hours before.
She blinked. A deep blush started to creep across her pale cheeks. This ‘dog’ was not a dog but a person in the form of a dog. Looking down at the female, the large red hound was suddenly replaced in her mind’s eye with a nude girl crouching in front of her with her head on her lap. Her heart began to pound hard as she tried to push the thoughts away, swallowing hard and closing her eyes. How had she forgotten about the nature of this beautiful animal so quickly? Ílima could not shake the image she had now, yet she could not bring herself to ask the other girl to move away. It really had felt nice, and it felt like Arya would take it the wrong way if she asked for some space.
Sighing softly, the Elf patted the dog on the head before shaking her a little to get her attention. “I-I’d like to ge-get dr-dressed n-now. D-do you mind?” she asked, her cheeks a deep red and her heart pounding hard in her chest. She bit her lip. “I trust you not to look but do you think maybe you could change back at the same time? You don’t have to if you don’t want to… I figure it would just be more efficient since we would have our backs to each other.” Laughing a little nervously, her free hand fiddled with the top of the blanket, pulling it up closer to her neck. It was beginning to feel quite hot despite her lack of clothing. It would be good for both of them to be properly dressed as they were going to have to discuss what happened now. She could understand if they went their separate ways, but part of Ílima hoped that Arya might consent to them travelling together – she liked the girl, it would be a shame not to get to know her better.
Quote ("Syngey") Slowly letting her guard down, Arya relaxed her muscles allowing herself to simply enjoy the petting. She wondered why no one had ever done this before, but it only took a moment for her to remember the obvious. There had been many times in her life when she wished to be rid of this body, or her other one, to simply have one form. Never before had she been accepted in both of her selves. It was a new feeling, and she wasn't quite sure how to respond. So, for the time being, she just went along with whatever Ílima did. When Ílima made a movement that indicated a change in position, Arya lifted her head and waited for her to say or do something. She couldn't help noticing right away that the other girl looked a bit uneasy. Her stuttering question confirmed that something had changed.
Unsure of why the sudden mood alteration, she decided to remain silent as she took a few steps backwards away from Ílima. Sitting down, Arya noted the girl was blushing. Had she done something to embarrass her? Perhaps she was simply feeling uncomfortable with still being undressed. She supposed that was possible. Either way, it wasn't as if she could ask. That wouldn't really be appropriate. She had no objection to Ílima getting dressed, of course, so she found the way she phrased her question a bit odd. And she felt a bit disappointed to hear her suggest that she change as well. It had been so liberating to be in this form with someone who knew who she was, what she was, and now, after only a few moments, she was going to change back. Yes, she would change. It would be more trouble not to change after Ílima suggested it. Although, it wouldn't be the most pleasant experience.
Nodding, Arya turned around as if to indicate that she was fine with this arrangement. She didn't want to start before she knew the other girl wasn't looking, however, so she would need to wait. Changing back wasn't as easy, and it wasn't something she wanted anyone seeing, ever. "Just let me know when you've turned around."
Quote ("Xaimee") She could not be sure, but Ílima sensed that she had upset Arya a little. The Elf could not blame the Cynanthrope -- the female was obviously sensitive about her nature and her own sudden embarrassment would probably come across as discomfort with her canine form. It had nothing to do with that, but the thought of actually explaining what had made her grow suddenly uncomfortable made her already flushed features almost glow with the heat building up in them. Sometimes she cursed her mind’s ability to home in on the worst possible thought to make any situation as awkward as possible. It had always made things difficult for her and, when people had begun to turn against her for real, it made it doubly worse. Her teachers back home had always told her that a healthy dose of paranoia was wise in courtly life, but the Elf girl had always perhaps taken it too far. Having no real friend except her brother had always made her feel like an outsider, and it was hard to get out of that habit.
Watching the red-furred hound turn her back, the Elf smiled slightly at the beautiful form. In both of Arya’s forms, there was a purity that Ílima found herself drawn to. She did not quite understand what it was, but the girl really wanted to be friends with this person who had saved her from certain death, or possibly worse. Looking at the dog, it was impossible to stop her gentle hand reaching out to stroke down the female’s spine. “It wasn’t you,” said the Elf girl softly, pulling her hand away to reach up and collect her clothing that had been hanging up. The silky white fabric was dry and pleasant warm from the fire.
Ílima sighed and turned away, biting her lip in hesitation for a moment before finally removing the blanket from around her nude form. She stood there for a moment, completely naked and easily open to the back of her body being ogled by Arya if she so desired. The heat of the crackling fire soaked pleasant into her skin, soothing the goosebumps and a lot of the tension that had been in her. Shaking her head, the Elf smiled softly to herself before she began to get dressed. “I have my back to you… Please don’t turn around until I say I’m ready either,” she added with a slightly nervous laugh, turning almost into a whimper at the end.
Taking the panties first, she stepped into them before drawing the scant white fabric up her slender legs and letting the elastic in the waistband snap them into place. They were small, the band set just high enough to cover her backside and no more. She knew that they flew in the face of her modest ways, but for some reason she found these the most comfortable and since they were not to be seen by anyone but her – it did not seem an issue. The bra came next. It was quite revealing, the cups cut low to barely cover the tips of her breasts and straps running down to connect to the outer side of the cups rather than the tops like most bras. Again, she had chosen it because of comfort rather than her usual modest standards. Ílima did not know why she found it the most comfortable, but she did and she had no intention of anyone seeing her in them – something she had failed in since she doubted that Arya had been able to not look at all…
Screwing her eyes shut and shaking her head violently, Ílima tried to push that thought out of her head before sighing and picking up her dress. Pulling it up her legs, she pulled the shoulder straps into place and smoothed down the front so it sat on her properly. The dress was simple and white with broad straps on the shoulders and the skirt reaching down to just above her knees. Her kind had mocked her quite a bit for what they thought was a rather childish style of dress for someone of her age, but unlike most of the Elves of her kingdom, the girl had never been interested in t e fashions of the nobility and how much flesh you could display without causing a scandal.
“I’ve finished getting dressed,” said the Elf girl, fiddling with the bottom hem of her dress. “Let me know when it’s safe to turn around…”
Quote ("Syngey") Arya remained silent as she waited for some kind of sign that it was safe to go about changing. Her fur was clean for the most part, she was able to rinse off in the rain earlier, but habit made her bring a paw up to her mouth for a quick cleaning. Licking the fur, she wondered if she was overreacting a bit about being asked to change. Well, she supposed Ílima hadn't actually told her to change. She had simply suggested it. Maybe it was just practical for them to change at the same time. Changing paws, she went about cleaning the other one.
As she was busy grooming herself, Arya was somewhat startled to suddenly catch Ílima's scent so close, followed by the soft caress. The fur on her back instinctually stood up as the rest of her body tensed up. She had ceased her grooming activity and was unable to speak. Setting her paw down softly on the ground, she shivered slightly as her body regained composure. Why had she touched her like that? It was reassuring though, to hear her say exactly what her self-conscious mind had thought. Somewhat embarrassed to have been so transparent in her thoughts, her fur almost glowed rather than blushed. She was relieved to hear that Ílima had turned around, meaning she wouldn't have seen her embarrassment, or her shiver.
Twitching her ears back and forth, she couldn't help but wonder why Ílima was so worried about being seen. After all, Arya had already seen quite a bit of her body, not that she wanted to or anything. It had just happened, naturally. Sitting up, her body shook as red bits of fur fluttered around her figure. She really shouldn't think about things like that. She obviously wouldn't turn around. She would be too busy with her own transformation, and then she needed to dress herself as well. It would be nice to be properly dressed again after being wet for so long. This rain had gone on long enough in her opinion. Hearing the distinct snap of Ílima's undergarments, her mind was brought back to her current task. She should get started.
Closing her eyes as before, Arya took a deep breath as she concentrated on the change. The light around her grew as her body altered as it always did during a transformation. The subtle, quick bursts of pain that always accompanied the process were there, but nothing that she couldn't handle. She managed to release only a quiet groan this time as she finished changing. She didn't want to alarm Ílima so she consciously held back. Opening her red-gold eyes, Arya looked down immediately to check her legs. Her torso. Her arms. Everything seemed in order. Touching her face gently, she felt that all was right there as well. Sighing softly, Arya ran her now human fingers through her long, red hair as she heard Ílima speak.
"Ah, okay. I still have to get dressed, but it shouldn't take more than a minute." Her voice had returned to its natural state, still not a soft, gentle tone by any means, but noticeably less gruff than in her cynan form. Arya wasn't worried about Ílima turning around at this point. She had already transformed, so being naked was nothing in comparison to that. It was being seen halfway through the process that worried her. That couldn't be a pleasant sight to see. Not that she would know. Kneeling down, she picked up her bag and pulled out the same undergarments from before along with a pair of brown, thigh-high tights, a short, brown pleated skirt, a brown fitted tanktop, and a thin jacket. Spotting her red scarf in the bag, Arya reconsidered the jacket and the stockings and put them back inside. She also left the scarf. It was still warm in the cave with the fire so she didn't think these items were necessary. The scarf was important to her as well, so she didn't like to take it out if it wasn't necessary.
Slipping the black undergarments on first, she fastened the top securely in place and readjusted a bit to make sure everything was comfortable. Next, she pulled up the skirt as she stood, buttoning it in place in the back with a single button. Next she put the tanktop on over her head, pulling it down so that it covered her torso. It was a tight fit, as she usually wore it under her jacket. Standing up, the skirt fell quite short, resting on her upper thighs. "Alright, I'm dressed now." She said this as she turned around, expecting Ílima to be dressed as she said she was. She was pleased to see the dress was dry, and it looked cute on the elf as well. She greeted her with a smile.
Quote ("Xaimee") Ílima had sensed the change going on behind her, although she resisted the temptation to look because of her promise. The roots they were taking shelter under grew lighter, hard shadows being cast from the glow the other girl was giving off. The Elf had not really expected that kind of effect alongside the transformation – it implied a magical effect rather than some kind of physical effect. Did this mean that Arya was cursed rather than born with an unusual race? Considering she had not met any of her own kind and she presumably did have parents then perhaps she really was unique. That kind of fascinated her, and also made he feel a little happier. Although, the green-haired female was not unique, Elves almost never left their homeland so she was probably one of a handful herself. Perhaps her saviour would be able to understand the sort of loneliness one felt when they had no one around who was like them.
She blushed and nodded a little, her cheeks growing redder at the realisation that Arya would not have been able to see her gesture. Her sensitive ears could hear every rustle of cloth and fastening of clip. It made her feel hot, more uncomfortable images flowing through her mind. Surely the brown-haired female had heard those noises herself? The thought was embarrassing, especially considering that the other had undressed her earlier while she had been unconscious.
The Elf girl massaged her temples a little while she waited, trying hard to clear the dull headache that just would not go away. Her senses were still dull and it felt like part of her had been torn away because of it. The world seemed so dull and lifeless. It was perhaps only Arya that gave it a little colour, although the green-haired female was not sure why it seemed like that to her.
When she was finally able to turn around, a small smile touched her lips. The skirt the girl wore was a little short for her tastes, and the top was too tight, but overall the Cynanthrope looked very nice. Her red gold eyes were captivating, almost forcing her to meet her gaze but her natural shyness helped resist the draw. Her mouth opened to offer her a complement, but the words would not come. Instead, she gave a nervous smile before turning around and picking up the blanket. “Here,” said the Elf girl, handing it to the other girl. “Thank you for loaning this to me. I really appreciated it.” She sighed softly. “Thank you for everything.”
Sighing softly, Ílima wondered what to do now. They were both dressed and pretty much ready to do whatever they wanted to do. The rain was still falling outside so she guessed they should probably just say, but what happened afterwards had not really been discussed. Shaking her head, her long green hair swayed about her with the movement. Why was it so hard to talk? They had talked to each other a reasonable amount already. Biting her lip, the Elf girl forced herself to sit down and relax as best she could. “What will you do once the rain ends?” she asked, not yet ready to ask what she really wanted to ask.
((Sorry my post isn't too great. I kept drifting off a little. Didn't get much sleep last night. ^^;
((With all the brown then perhaps Arya should invest in brown or flesh coloured underwear. :P Seriously though, her outfit is cute. :D))
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 14.October.2012, 9:04 PM | Message # 6 |
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| Arya adjusted her skirt as she stood before the other girl, making sure that it wasn't crooked or anything. She felt a bit awkward being looked at after her transformation. This was still a new experience for her, being in the company of someone who knew what she really was. She couldn't help but feel at least a little self-conscious about the whole thing. Running her fingers through her messy strands, she tried to make herself look a little more put together. She felt that Ílima looked a little more, well, neat. She felt a bit like a ruffian in the Elf's presence, as there was something about her appearance that made Arya think of royalty. Perhaps it was just the difference in their physical features, as Ílima seemed very fragile and gentle in stark contrast to herself. Did the other girl think this as well? She wondered what exactly she did think of her, but quickly pushed the thought aside as a foolish one. Why would it matter what this stranger thought of her?
Happily taking the distraction, Arya reached for the blanket and shrugged her shoulders casually. "No problem. You needed it more than I did, that's for sure." Carelessly rolling the blanket into a tight bundle, she packed it roughly into her bag, pushing it down to make sure it was in there securely enough. She hadn't decided if she would sleep here or continue forward before resting. Either way, it was always good to be ready to leave in a hurry if needed. She wondered what Ílima planned on doing. She must have been going somewhere before she had been captured, so Arya assumed she would continue on her way as soon as possible. Maybe. She might not be physically able to go very far just yet. If that was the case, Arya wasn't just going to abandon here her. It obviously wasn't safe.
Looking towards Ílima she took in her appearance once again. It didn't seem to matter how many times she looked at the Elf, she was continually impressed with her overall appearance. Her body was quite delicate, in a way that continued to draw Arya's attention to her. The girl's facial features were so unlike anything she had seen before that she couldn't help but be intrigued. It wasn't just her ears anymore. Her eyes seemed so unique. Even her hair was almost otherworldly in Arya's eyes. She supposed that the girl would be considered beautiful, but it wasn't the kind of thing she would say out loud. She didn't want to embarrass herself. All in all, Arya felt a bit insecure in comparison to her femininity.
Taking note of the fact that Ílima was sitting, Ayra decided to do the same. As she went to sit down, she did nothing to conceal her panties, not because she had any reason to show them off, but because she simply didn't think of such things. After all, she had already been seen in nothing but her underwear today, so what was the use in hiding now? She simply let her legs rest in front of her as she sat down, leaning back on her arms to get more comfortable. The fire felt nice on her bare legs, making it easy to relax.
Considering the question that was put before her, Arya shrugged once again. She really had no idea. She could do whatever she wanted, as she had no particular deadline to meet. "It depends. It might be best to sleep here tonight, but I'm a little worried about whoever, or whatever, tied you up. I don't really like the idea of staying too close for long." Not that she suspected someone was aware of their location. It just seemed like a good idea to get out of the area sooner rather than later. "But I don't really want to go back out into the rain at the moment, so I'd like to wait until it stops. And if it doesn't, I'll sleep here." Pausing, she realized that Ílima might be asking to find out what she might do herself. "What are your plans? You probably still need some rest after all that." Or maybe not. Did Elf's heal quickly...or something? Did Ílima use magic? Not that it was any of her business. But she did want to know. She was incredibly curious.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 15.October.2012, 2:46 PM | Message # 7 |
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| As Ílima watched the dog girl fidget before her, the Elf could not help but smile slightly in amusement. The girl seemed very uneasy in front of her, although it was a feeling that she shared with the other female. Her fingers gently combed through her long green hair, trying in vain to undo the damage her captivity and subsequent fall had done to it. She would need her magic and a good long bath to really sort herself out but those things were quite a while away. The normal vibrant white of her clothing was dull too, the dress streaked with dirt and dust. She felt truly dishevelled, although Arya did not remark on it and instead thanked her for the blanket. Watching her pack it away, it reminded her that she had been truly unprepared to be on her own. This girl had various supplies and blankets whereas all she had was the clothes on her back without her magic to make up for her inherent frailties.
The Elf girl could feel the other looking over her as she sat there. Her pale cheeks flushed a light shade of pink under the intense scrutiny. Her fingers fiddled with the bottom of her dress as the other girl looked her over in silence. She supposed she could understand the curiosity considering that many people believed her people were a myth. Ílima had caught herself staring closely at Arya so it did not seem unreasonable that the same scrutiny would be given to her in return. The clothing that the girl wore was also quite pretty. It somewhat surprised her at its femininity considering that the way the Cynanthrope carried herself, spoke – even her underwear – gave off the aura of someone who rejected many aspects of her gender. The green-haired girl liked it, finding the other girl more interesting the more time they were compelled to spend together.
Her eyes widened as Arya sat down and casually left her legs open enough to show off everything under her skirt. It was nothing that Ílima had not seen before but it still filled her with embarrassment. Apparently, she had overestimated the femininity of her companion – perhaps someone else had chosen her outer clothing for her? It would be interesting to find out the story behind her, but that could lead to awkward questions about her own origins and Ílima was not ready to talk about anything like that for the foreseeable future. Thankfully, the brown-haired girl’s panties were dark and blended quite well into the shadows cast by her clothing. Sighing softly, she closed her eyes for a moment and rubbed at her temples, the tension of such acts not helping the lingering pain caused by the drugs in her system. Ílima had been trained from birth on how to sit and walk in the right ways no matter what sort of clothing she wore. It horrified her to see a girl acting in such a way, but all the Elf could do was assume it was a mere clash of cultures and do her best to ignore it.
Fortunately, the Cynanthrope began to speak, providing a much-needed distraction from her long bare legs and what lay barely concealed between them. Clenching her jaw slightly, she mentally kicked herself and forced her spinning mind to concentrate on the words of the other female. “I don’t think I could travel anywhere today,” she said honestly, looking down a little in shame at her weakness. “Whatever the slavers used to knock me out is still inside me and it is making it hard for me to… concentrate.” Ílima sighed, groaning a little as a spike of pain flashed through her head. “A night’s rest and I think I will be okay to travel.” She shrugged lightly. “I don’t know where I’ll go though…” Her cheeks flushed red. “I just sort of wandered into here. I have no real place to be or destination in mind. I’m just a wanderer, really.” Biting the inside of her cheek, her fingers curled into the bottom of her dress. “I don’t have a right to ask this but… do you think maybe we could…” She blushed deeply, swallowing slowly. “I’d like to go with you… If that’s okay,” added the Elf girl in a tiny voice.
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 17.October.2012, 4:30 PM | Message # 8 |
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| Gazing across the fire, Arya's eyes focused on the girl in front of her. It certainly had been a strange day. She had never considered the possibility of meeting anyone on her journey, especially as she did most of her traveling in her other form. If anything, she hoped to go on her way unnoticed, interacting with people only when required to restock her few supplies and covertly check out the towns she passed through. She wasn't sure where she was headed, but she believed she would know when to stop and settle down. Before she could do that, though, she had to find some answers to the questions she had been asking her whole life. Well, she definitely wasn't making any progress at the moment, but she wasn't upset about her current situation. It was nice to have someone to talk to after being on her own. Being alone wasn't as great as it had seemed when she first set out. She had never been close to any of the people she lived with in the past, but at least she hadn't been literally alone. The thought caused her to wonder why Ílima was alone. Was she lost? Perhaps she had been separated from her companions. Other elves perhaps.
Noting that the other girl was trying to say something, she made a point to listen to her words. Leaning forward a bit, her tank top revealed a bit of cleavage, but again this wasn't something she paid any mind to. Nodding in response to the Elf's acknowledgement concerning her condition, Arya immediately started thinking of how they could sleep comfortably here. The ground wasn't hard, but it wasn't exactly soft either, and it would probably get colder as the night wore on. It was clear that Ílima had nothing with her other than her scant clothing, and Arya only had one blanket to keep them warm. The fire wouldn't last forever either, and she doubted her ability to keep it lit. It was practically a miracle that she had managed to get it started in the first place.
While considering these problems, her eyes remained focused on Ílima. It was obvious the girl didn't know what she planned to do in the near future. Apparently she had nowhere to go. That sounded familiar. Arya wondered if they were perhaps in the same situation. She wanted to ask for more detail, but seeing the girl blush at her own words made her remain silent. If she was already uncomfortable just barely mentioning the subject, Arya wasn't going to press it. However, she did seem to want to ask something. Furrowing her eyebrows slightly in confusion, she wondered what the girl could want that was so difficult to ask. She really did seem nervous. Was she always like this? Or, perhaps her recent experience had put her on edge. Either way, when she finally did ask her question, Arya immediately smiled. It was kind of a relief to hear that the question was so minor. "Of course you can!" Feeling the warmth of the fire on her face, she found that there was a warmth inside of her as well. The thought of traveling with this girl made her happy. She supposed she really had been feeling lonely. "I wasn't going to leave you here all alone, that's for sure." Laughing at the thought, she pictured just how rude it would be to do such a thing. Didn't Ílima realize that any decent person wouldn't abandon her? "Besides, traveling with a friend is always better than traveling alone, right?"
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 17.October.2012, 6:55 PM | Message # 9 |
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| It was typical that as her mind cleared, it became harder and harder to concentrate where Arya was concerned. The Cynanthrope appeared to have no concept of modesty and happily flashed her underwear almost any time she changed position. Now she was leaning forward, showing off some cleavage and the white lace trim of her bra. The girl was not particularly well endowed, but her lean form was quite attractive and her eyes were truly captivating. It kind of surprised Ílima that this girl had not been married off yet but perhaps her nature had been part of why she was still unbound. She tried hard to keep her violet gaze in the vague direction of her listener, but it was too embarrassing to look properly at her in her scant clothing and immodest posture.
The Elf girl was surprised when the dog girl smiled and answered so easily. She felt her heart leap, happy to have company as well as feeling just that little bit safer already. Nodding in agreement at her last question, she brought her knees under her body, her dress now able to cover most of her legs in this position. When she had been younger, Ílima used to hug her knees to her chest but that had led to her being scolded as it was all too easy to accidentally show off one’s underwear in such a position. Nowadays she was forever conscious about such things, although ironically most of her kind barely wore enough for it to be an issue now…
She suddenly coughed, groaning softly under her breath as her stomach cramped up. Resting a hand on her midriff, her cheeks flushed slightly as her gaze lifted to her saviour’s unusual eyes. “I am sorry to be a burden once more, but do you have anything to eat or drink? I haven’t eaten since I was tied up there. I’m starving.” She bit her lip. “I’m sorry to be such a pain. I promise I will repay you when I have fully recovered.” Ílima hoped that Arya understood that she was being serious, but the Elf could not blame the other female if she just assumed it was the usual empty promises of the desperate. She hated feeling so weak, her mind refusing to focus strongly enough to call upon her magical knowledge. The vague memory of excitement at her capture surfaced in her mind but it was too blurry to remember words or sights. She supposed it was because of the rarity of her species, but Ílima could not shake the niggling feeling that there was more to it than that.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 19.October.2012, 5:05 PM | Message # 10 |
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| Arya considered their options for sleeping arrangements. It was important to stay warm, and safe. Should they keep a lookout? They could take turns. But she wasn’t really sure that was necessary. Were they in danger here? It seemed unlikely that anyone would stumble across this spot, but not impossible. She wished that Ílima remembered more concrete details about her attack. That might give them some clue as to who or what they were, which in turn would offer Arya a clue as to what kind of danger they might find themselves tonight. She watched the other girl with interest, wondering if perhaps she remembered more than she said earlier. Perhaps Ílima left out some details due to some kind of embarrassment? Well, if that was the case, it wasn’t as if Arya could ask anyway, so it wasn’t really worth considering too much.
Hearing the Elf groan, her keen eyes focused on the girl. Was she okay? Maybe she was feeling sick? Ah, she was just hungry. That was much easier to deal with. Ílima’s offer to pay her back someday made her chuckle. It seemed so unnecessary. She didn’t expect to be paid back and that was fine. Reaching for her bag, she leaned far to the side so she didn’t have to stand up to reach. Pulling it towards her, she straightened up her body, unaware of the fact that she had quite openly revealed her panties once again. Wiping a bit of dirt from her arm, picked up during her stretch for the bag, she wished the weather was better so she could find a place to go for a swim. Tomorrow perhaps. Ílima might benefit from a dip as well. Not that she looked dirty! No, Arya thought she looked very well put together considering what had just happened to her. But the water would surely feel good on her wounds. Feeling a bit uncomfortable with her own thoughts suddenly, she shifted her attention to the task at hand.
She traveled light, and food wasn’t a huge priority as Arya was able to hunt for much of what she ate. But she did bring a little something. “Um, let’s see. I don’t have anything fancy, but I’ve got some berries and granola I brought along…” She spoke in an absent sort of manner, more focused on searching for the food than anything else. She knew it was in there somewhere. Despite how small the bag was, she always seemed to be losing stuff in it. Arya had a great tracking ability, but that didn’t help with bags. “Ah! Here we go.” Smiling, she pulled out a medium-sized leather pouch tied shut with a piece of rope. Tossing the bag aside, she untied the rope on the pouch to open it up. Once it was open, she set the rope on her bag and made a motion to reach towards Ílima, and then quickly stopped. She obviously couldn’t reach through the fire. To remedy the situation, she crawled around the fire towards Ílima. Now next to the Elf, she sat and held the open pouch towards her. “Here, help yourself.” Smiling a big smile now, she revealed those sharp teeth again.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 19.October.2012, 7:12 PM | Message # 11 |
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| Ílima had been rubbing at her ankles where the vivid red marks from her bonds were still visible. Her breath hissed between her teeth as her fingers worked over a particularly sore part. The ropes had really damaged her soft skin and her lack of healing magic was making her go through things she was not used to going through. There had only been one other time she had been forced to endure an illness and it was a miracle she had made her way through that. Her people used magic for everything, from technology to even creating the unique cloth that made up her garments. It was perhaps inevitable that a disease resistant to healing magic came into being. The illness was thankfully rare, but the Elf girl had been unlucky enough to catch it. The sickness had no cure and killed one in three of its sufferers. She remembered her brother never left her side during that time, and even her father came to see her every evening. They tried to be cheerful for her, but she was more than old enough to see the fear in their eyes. It had been some of the darkest days in her life, but thankfully, she had recovered even if it meant she had to endure what fate had thrown at her this time.
She looked up as Arya moved. Her eyes widened slightly as her violet gaze once again found itself staring right up the other’s skirt. Biting her lip, the Elf suppressed a groan and looked away. Did the Cynanthrope have no sense of her own positioning and clothing? It was true her underwear was essentially a very short pair of shorts so it was not that bad, but it was the principle of the thing. The girl sometimes wondered if her new friend wanted her to see her private parts. Was this some kind of way of paying her back for seeing her in her underwear when she had stripped her? Considering it for a moment, she shrugged and shook her head. The brown haired girl had sworn she had not looked at the other’s nakedness and she would take her at her word.
“That sounds fine,” said Ílima in her soft musical voice, finding it easier to communicate in the human tongue although she still hesitated on occasion for the correct word. “I do not think my body could take anything heavier than some fruit and grains. The drugs have made me slightly… nauseous.” Smiling a little grimly, she blushed slightly when the other girl crawled around to sit herself right next to her. Her memories flashed back to when she had been petting Arya in her canine form and with it came the cursed image of the girl crouching naked before her. Closing her eyes for a moment, she silently scolded herself for such foolishness before opening her eyes again when the other female spoke.
The Elf girl smiled in return at her friend, still finding the small fangs Arya possessed a little strange but nothing to fear like the other female seemed to assume whenever she realised her elongated canines were showing. Taking the pouch, she removed some dried fruit and other sorts of nuts. Eating them quietly, it was hard to hide the training of a lifetime to eat in a particular sort of way and be ladylike at all times, even when one was camping. Ílima wondered if she should admit her past to the Cynanthrope, but she decided quickly that it could wait until they knew each other better and when they were far away from the slavers who wanted her.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 21.October.2012, 5:01 PM | Message # 12 |
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| Sitting next to Ílima now, her legs crossed in a way that they were curled under each other so that her skirt covered her lap, Arya was pleased to see her take the food offered to her. She had briefly considered the possibility that she might not eat this kind of thing, but then again, what would she eat? Sure, Ílima was an Elf, but that didn’t make her all that different, did it? Well, maybe it did. Arya was once again faced with the fact that she knew next to nothing about Ílima’s kind. Really, she knew just as much about her own kind. No longer smiling, she wondered if Ílima had grown up with people like her, or, if maybe, she had a similar past as her own. She was traveling alone after all. Looking at the fire, not wanting to just stare at the other girl as she ate, Arya considered asking her some questions about where she came from. However, she was a bit concerned that might be too personal and prying. Was it really any of her business? On the other hand, they had agreed to travel together for the time being, so shouldn’t they get to know each other better?
Lost in her thoughts, the fire danced in her eyes as the heat pressed against her face. She was aware of Ílima next to her, eating, but she ate so quietly that Arya barely noticed. The silence brought her thoughts back to her own situation. She recalled her last night at home, if you could call it that, with a grimace. Her aunt’s voice rang in her ears, shrill as it was, scolding her for her most recent disturbance. Her aunt knew her secret, and used it against her. Of course, she wasn’t really her aunt, not by blood at least. She didn’t share her cynanthropy, and she hated it, reminding Arya daily that it was a disgusting abomination. Something to be hidden forever. But sometimes accidents happened. Arya would become frustrated with something, and she would change, sometimes without meaning to, and someone would see. Then she would run. But something always brought her back. She couldn’t survive on her own. After all, she was a freak of nature.
Swallowing hard, Arya struggled to hold back her emotions. Things were different now, though. She was older, more capable. And look at her now, free, and surviving all on her own. Heck, she had even saved someone’s life! Smirking to herself, she wondered what her aunt would say now. Not that she would let her talk. Feeling her body heat up even more, she scooted away from the fire a bit. She didn’t want to get too worked up. Running her fingers though her hair, she tried to concentrate on where she was now in order to stop thinking about the past. In an attempt to take her mind off of these thoughts, she decided to ask Ílima some questions. “So, have you been traveling a while? I’ve only been on the road for a few days now, but I’ve spent a lot of time outdoors. It’s nice to not be cooped up, ya know?” Unsure of how Ílima would respond, Arya felt a bit silly about her words. She must seem strange to the other girl. Moving her fingers through the dirt below her, she aimlessly drew circles as she waited for her to speak up.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 21.October.2012, 6:01 PM | Message # 13 |
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| Although having Arya so close put the Elf girl slightly on edge, in the end it was probably for the best since it made it far less likely she would get yet another look up the other female’s skirt. The disadvantage, however, was that the girl’s tank top did little to conceal her bra or the modest amount of cleavage she had. A few times when the dog girl had stirred, Ílima had glanced to the side to find herself looking at the tops of the other girl’s breasts. She was actually somewhat used to that issue since her people tended to dress even more provocatively than what the brown-haired girl wore and had forced her to witness almost as if the Elf in question was completely in the nude. In some ways, it was a relief to be out of those sorts of situations.
It was pleasantly silent while she ate, the Cynanthrope seemingly lose in thought. The only sounds that broke the serenity of the moment was the occasional crackle from the fire and the perpetual rustle that always filled the Green Woeld. She remembered reading about a condition that some developed in the ancient forest. The rustling would begin to sound like whispers to them and would drive them mad. It was known as Woeld Madness and was apparently one of the reasons settlements were unusually small and scattered for a place its size. Another was Woeld Withdrawal where the constant din above had become such a strong part of a person’s life that they could not handle silence almost as if they had become addicted to noise. The latter was hardly as serious as the former, although apparently some extreme cases had led to a lot of destruction in the efforts of the sufferer to create enough sound to satisfy their needs.
She shivered slightly, hoping such things never befell her. Glancing to the side, her violet eyes met the other’s red gold gaze before she blushed and looked away shyly. Blinking slowly, Ílima realised she had been asked a few questions. “About a week I think, perhaps two. I wasn’t really keeping track of time at first and well I don’t know how long I was tied up on that tree.” The Elf girl laughed nervously. “I guess in a way it’s nice to be able to explore and meet new people, but on the other hand I’ve kind of gotten a little put off travelling now.” She looked down at the fire, a small smile tugging at her light pink lips. “I did get to meet you because of that… I guess it was worth it.” Warmth crept up into her cheeks, her chest growing a little tight. “I guess good can come from bad.” She sighed. “I hope we can be good friends. I would like to travel with you for a long time.” Being an Elf, Ílima was acutely aware that Arya would probably never live as long as her, but in the meantime she wanted them to spend as much time with each other as possible.
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 26.October.2012, 9:54 AM | Message # 14 |
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| Arya glanced sideways at the girl as she finished her question. She felt the need to speak to cut through the silence, so she hoped Ílima was okay with a little conversation. They wouldn’t have to keep it up for too long, as it was probably getting late. At least, it felt that way. It was difficult to keep track of the time here. The trees seemed to block out the sun intentionally. And then there was the rain. However, that seemed like it was lessening. Arya hoped it would be a dry morning tomorrow. Turning her head a bit, she positioned herself so that she could see Ílima as she spoke. Resting her eyes on the other girl, she listened, wondering if she believed her outlook. It was unusual for Arya to experience good with bad. Bad with bad was more likely. She could imagine why Ílima would say that though, as she had been the one tied up, and now things seemed to have turned out all right.
Revealing a small smile, Arya took Ílima’s words as a compliment. She wanted to be friends it seemed. That wasn’t something she was used to having, but she would certainly give it a try. So far, the Elf girl had already proved to be a better friend than most of the people Arya had ever come across. She had accepted her. “Hm, friends? I’ve never really had a true friend before. I hope that you’re my first.” It was a bit embarrassing to admit that, but she saw no reason to conceal her lack of social interactions from Ílima. Pausing to consider her next words, Arya looked away from the other girl and back towards the fire. It was a bit hypnotic, but it helped her form her words. “I also hope you’re right about that ‘good from bad’ thing too. Never really had much luck with that either. “ Feeling a bit somber again, she forced a bigger smile and shrugged her shoulders. “I’m sure we’ll have fun together, though.”
Looking at Ílima again, she wondered if the food she had given her would be enough. She didn’t have any plans to eat anything more tonight. She had hunted earlier and eaten her fill. But, if Ílima was still hungry…she might be able to go out and find something. She wasn’t eager to go out in the rain again, but she wouldn’t mind it too much. “Do you want anything else to eat tonight? I don’t really know what you usually eat…but I manage to do my own hunting so I could go out and find something for you.” She wondered if this sounded strange to the other girl. Was the idea of her hunting, in her other form of course, unpleasant? It had seemed unpleasant to her at first, all the blood, but her instincts took over. She didn’t even have to cook the meat if she didn’t transform, but sometimes she did for various reasons. This would certainly be one of those cases, or, at least she assumed Elves didn’t eat raw meat….She really had no idea.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 26.October.2012, 5:28 PM | Message # 15 |
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| Ílima was already starting to feel a lot better now that she had this food to eat. It was really quite nutritious and it was more than light enough for her queasy stomach to cope with. Already, the Elf girl could feel her magical senses beginning to return. They were not clear enough for her to be able to manipulate the Energy around her, but at least she could let go of the fear buried deep inside her that her powers had been cut off forever. Soon her view of the world would be filled with the flowing golden light of pure Energy coursing through everything from the smallest twig to the highest mountains. It was a wonder she never found old, it hurt to be parted from it even for this short amount of time.
She felt a little uncomfortable under the intense gaze of Arya, her cheeks growing an all too common colour as heat rose to them. Eating did not seem to help distract her, so instead, the Elf turned her gaze to the fire and did her best to concentrate on the dancing flames than the intense red and golden eyes that watched her speak. Being the focus of the conversation was intense enough without such scrutiny from a strange but beautiful girl. She wondered briefly why the thought of the Cynanthrope’s looks had come to mind but she dismissed it with a quick mental shrug before returning to listening to the other girl speak.
Her own smile mirrored her friend’s as she mentioned about Ílima being her first friend. It was true for her as well – no one had ever really been her friend except her brother and he was her sibling so in her eyes that did not really count. She felt her lips twitch into a broader smile as Arya mentioned them having ‘fun’ together. A few images flitted through her head briefly, although a couple of them were so surprising that she had to suppress a gasp and simply pray her long green hair hid the deep blush that settled on her delicate features. Where had such thoughts come from? Surely, she would do nothing like that with a girl… let alone a friend.
Shaking her head at the dog girl’s question, Ílima met her eyes briefly and gave her a small smile before looking away again. “This is plenty for me at the moment. I still feel pretty sick from whatever the slavers did to me, but I’m starting to feel better thanks to these,” she said, gesturing to the small pouch in her hand. Normally, the Elf girl ate far more than her slender figure would indicate. The style of magic her people used was tiring, and it required a lot of internal energy to use. One of the simplest ways to replenish one’s Energy was to eat as the body could absorb it from food far faster than it normally would through contact with nature. She covered her mouth suddenly, yawning softly before blushing in embarrassment and giggling a little. “I’m sorry. That was rude of me.” Returning to eating, the green haired female hoped her companion did not think the act meant she found her boring.
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 28.October.2012, 4:13 PM | Message # 16 |
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Arya was admittedly relieved to hear that Ílima wouldn’t require anything more to eat tonight. Not that she was glad to hear that she wasn’t feeling well. She hoped that when morning came they would both be in better spirits. Looking towards the fire once again, she frowned at the thought that it would soon be nothing but smoke. There wasn’t much kindling left, and there was no way she could keep it going. Well, good thing it wasn’t too cold. She wasn’t sure how cold the night got, but it couldn’t be that bad. Besides, she could always just transform if she needed more heat. The fur was warmer than any of the clothing she had. But, that wouldn’t really help Ílima. In that case, Arya decided that she would let her keep the blanket tonight. After all, she was wearing so little to keep her warm. Did she always dress that way? It seemed a little impractical to be traveling in such an outfit. But it must just be a normal way for Elves to dress. Right? Again she was reminded that she knew nothing about other cultures. But she couldn’t help thinking about her clothes for some reason.
Wondering how tired Ílima might be, Arya felt herself getting a bit groggy. Perhaps the warmth of the cave was putting her to sleep. Although, she had traveled quite a bit today, and she had exerted herself more than usual in catching, and then carrying, the other girl. In fact, her body was still a bit sore from the whole endeavor. Not that Ílima was heavy. She wasn’t at all, but any weight more than what she was used to was bound to leave her a little weary. Glancing towards Ílima now, she couldn’t help but smile as the other girl apologized for yawning, as if that was a thing to apologize for. She certainly was odd. “I’m feeling pretty tired myself, actually.” Standing up, Arya stretched her arms above her head, reaching up and outward so as not to hit the top of the ceiling of tree roots, and allowing her navel to show as her shirt rode up with her movement. She then stepped over to where her bag rested and bent over to pick it up, returning to her standing position as soon as she had it in hand. “Here…” Before finishing this thought, she rummaged through the bag and pulled out the same blanket from before. Turning back towards the other girl, Arya set the blanket next to her. “Take this. It won’t make the floor any more comfortable, but a blanket will keep you warm.”
Looking back into her bag, Arya pulled her jacket out, thinking that it would keep her a little warmer tonight. Dropping the bag rather carelessly on the floor, she slipped the blue and white striped jacket over her shirt, but she left it unbuttoned for the time being. The jacket was long, falling just about level with her skirt on the sides. “It might get a bit chilly tonight.” She said this almost as a way to explain why she was suddenly putting more clothes on, in case Ílima mistakenly thought she was leaving. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think the fire will last much longer either, but it’s probably still a good idea to sleep close to it, as it will stay warm even after the flames wither.” As she said this, she realized that Ílima might know all of this. Was she talking down to her? Feeling a bit embarrassed at the idea, Arya coughed before adding more. “But, I’m sure you know how to take care of yourself.” Sitting down once again, she set herself on the other side of the fire.
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| Xaimee | Date: Sunday, 28.October.2012, 7:39 PM | Message # 17 |
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| Ílima looked up as the other girl stood, her eyes sliding down to the toned stomach that came into view as the girl stretched. The tight top struggled with her movements, the outline of her bra becoming very obvious even without the black straps that could not be hidden by the thin brown straps of the tanktop itself. Her friend had the midriff of someone who walked and ran a lot. The Elf girl thought briefly of her own body, wondering what Arya had seen and felt while she had been stripping her. She swore that she had not looked at her private parts, but what if she had looked at her in just her underwear? What had she thought of her slender pale form with gentle curves in all the right places and feather soft skin? Her people were naturally thin and tall, sometimes being mistaken for stretched out humans from a distance until you saw their eyes and ears, or paid attention to how they moved.
She closed up the half-empty pouch and followed Arya as she walked around the small cave made of roots and dirt. For some reason, she found herself watching the way the other’s short skirt hugged her backside as she bent over to retrieve her bag. Shaking her head and blinking, the Elf assumed she must be zoning out through tiredness and it was a sure sign that it was time for the two of them to get some sleep.
“Thank you,” said the Elf as the Cynanthrope handed her the blanket she had been wrapped in earlier. She could smell herself on the soft fabric, as well as the faint scent of the bag and Arya. Blushing slightly, she sighed and looked up as the other girl put on a long coat. It looked very nice on her, bringing a small smile to her lips as she saw that the other female was not totally opposed to covering herself up. She felt a little hypocritical for a moment, realising that she was really only wearing a dress. Who was she to criticise her friend? It did still bother her that the dog girl was so heedless of her own body at times.
For some reason, Ílima felt a little disappointed when her new friend sat down on the other side of the dying fire. She nodded softly at her words, not taking offence, although she suspected that was the motive for the other’s apology. The Elf girl had gotten used to the other female explaining things perhaps a little too much, but for some reason she found the words to express that knowledge were lost on her all of a sudden.
With a small grunt of exertion, she forced herself to stand up again despite her protesting muscles. She had been sitting down too much, even if her joints still ached badly from hanging all that time. Rubbing at her wrists, the Elf winced almost imperceptibly before picking up the blanket and wrapping it around herself. She sat back down, settling against the most comfortable spot she could find against the roots – it was too cramped to really lie down. “I feel bad about taking your blanket…” said Ílima softly. “Tomorrow I should not need to eat your food or take your blanket. I am sorry to put you to so much trouble.” Frowning, she looked down at her bare feet just sticking out the blanket. The heat of the fire caressed her soles as well as the livid red marks around her ankles. “If you still feel cold, huddling together could help for warmth.” She blushed. “But I don’t think the Green Woeld gets very cold even in winter.”
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| Syngey | Date: Sunday, 04.November.2012, 10:16 PM | Message # 18 |
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| Arya tried to find a comfortable spot to rest, but the ground wasn’t really offering many options on that front. Sleeping outside was nothing new to her, but that didn’t mean she didn’t prefer a proper bed. Even in her other form she felt more comfortable with something soft beneath her. She once again found herself wondering about the other girl as she considered whether or not Ílima would be comfortable sleeping here. Had she slept outside often in the past, or was she used to something more luxurious? For some reason, Arya imagined Elves living more…elegantly than the average being. Of course, this was simply in her imagination. Either way, Ílima didn’t look like she was going to complain about the sleeping conditions. She saw that the Elf took the blanket with appreciation and promptly stood up to wrap it around her body. Arya was pleased to see that she could offer her something to keep her warm in the night. Hopefully they would both get enough rest tonight so they could leave this place in the morning. She was still a bit nervous about those who had captured Ílima.
Watching the other girl sit back down, Arya struggled to get comfortable still. It really was cramped, and the fire took up a good deal of the space. Hearing Ílima’s words, her eyes focused on her with a slightly confused expression. She couldn’t imagine why the girl wouldn’t require such things tomorrow, as not much should change between then and now, but she wasn’t going to question her. She thought to remind Ílima that she didn’t really need to thank her so much, but she stopped as the Elf continued to speak. Honestly, Arya was surprised that Ílima suggested cuddling. Would the other girl really be okay with that? After all, she had blushed immediately after saying it. She was probably just trying to be polite. Well, she supposed that was nice…but the idea made her a little nervous for some reason. But no, it wouldn’t get that cold anyway, so there was no need to think about that. “Ah, thanks.” She didn’t know what else to say. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t get too cold.”
Leaning back as much as she could, Arya shifted to rest her back on the roots curling all around them. Not soft, but at least she could stay dry here. Outside the confines of the shelter she could heard the slow falling rain softly pitter-pattering on the ground and above them. It was a peaceful sound and a bit hypnotizing when she focused on it. Closing her eyes, Arya sighed softly, feeling more tired now, and strangely safe. Not being alone really made her feel more secure out here in the wilderness. It was surprising to her how much the atmosphere changed with Ílima here. How long would they continue to travel together? Surely Ílima had a home to return to, although she said she had nowhere to go. But that didn’t seem possible. Such a nice, pretty, girl would have loved ones waiting for her. The thought only reminded Arya that she had no such home and no such loved ones. Frowning, she felt these thoughts deepening in her mind as her breathing slowed. Feeling herself falling asleep, Arya murmured softly. “Good night, Ílima.” Soon everything slipped away and she was asleep.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 05.November.2012, 10:33 AM | Message # 19 |
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| Ílima watched Arya as she settled down and closed her eyes to sleep. It was really quite hard to imagine that the girl laying there was capable of transforming into a dog and becoming fast and strong enough to catch someone falling from a high height without harm. She was truly grateful to the girl, although the Elf knew she had to stop thanking her – it was a bad habit of hers to apologise and thank people too much. Her father expected her to be more domineering, but it was in her nature to be deferential and it was hard to resist that natural instinct, except during the rare times she got genuinely angry.
She closed her own eyes, snuggling into the curling roots around her until she found a nice hollow between a pair of large winding ones. It was good to be sleeping in something more familiar to her, although she missed having a good pillow and her sleeping clothes – they were all back home where she could never go back. Biting her lip, a small smile ghosted across her as the other female wished her goodnight. “Good night, Arya,” whispered the Elf girl, shifting slightly until she felt more comfortable before settling in for the night
Her aches and pains kept her awake for a while, but eventually sleep took her. While she slept, she dreamed. The Green Woeld was all around her. Over the perpetual rustle above, she could hear shouting and the clash of weapons. She looked around her, wondering what was going on and how she had ended up in this place. Last she remembered, her new friend was saying good night to her and falling asleep. Now she was lost in a haze, the sounds of war all around her but no sign of whom or what was fighting. Howls of animals joined the chaotic noises, shouts in various languages that were familiar but too faint to make out. She saw the shadow of massive hounds in the smoke and mist that surrounded her. Lithe shadows darted between the animals, cutting them down and being pulled down by powerful jaws in return. Ílima backed away, not daring to approach close enough to see who was involved in the fighting -- she still felt weak, calling out or moving would get her caught up in the madness in the woods around her.
Pain lanced through her head, the Elf falling to her knees. She clutched at her head, her fingers curling into her long green hair. It felt like something was scratching at the inside of her head, trying to get in but failing. All of her kind was resistant to mind influencing techniques, and being trained in magic she was even more so. This pain, however, was something she had never experience before. She cried out, her entire body quivering as an invisible force tried to push its way into her mind.
Whimpering, Ílima crawled, trying to get away from something that was not physical. She knew it was foolish, but the instinct to flee was impossible to resist.
Her strength eventually failed her as she crawled under the roots of one of the nearby giant trees. She rested her head against a pair of roots closed together, the warmth and natural energies of the wood comforting her aching head. Whatever was attacking her relented, seemingly frustrated. Closing her eyes, everything went dark and she was at peace.
In the waking world, the Elf girl had crawled around the fire and ended up curled up with her head on Arya’s lap. One of the straps of her dress had fallen down revealing a thin strap of her bra and the skirt of her dress was hiked up to show off a lot of her pale thighs. She whimpered softly, her feet tangled in the blanket that had slid from her while she made her way in her sleep.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 05.November.2012, 11:32 AM | Message # 20 |
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| Her master had visited her in her dreams again. She awoke covered in sweat, her finger currently sliding along her soaking entrance. The girl could not remember when she had started touching herself, but it appeared that her climax had woken her up. Moaning softly to herself, Melani stretched herself out, arching her back and pushing her full breasts with their rock hard tips out. She yawned, sitting up and looking sleepily around her. The blankets were tangled around her ankles, leaving her effectively exposed to anyone who might be watching. As it was, no one was watching and it did not surprise her. She did not live alone in these ruins, but the others hated her so tended to leave her alone which suited her -- her master was all she cared about.
Finally standing, her legs wobbled slightly, her hand shooting out to rest against the bare stone wall next to her. It was early morning and the air was relatively cool for this time of the year. She sniffed the air, wrinkling her nose at the bodily odours filling the room. Keeping one hand against the wall, she bent over and grabbed her blankets, bunching them up in one clenched fist before she walked out of the tumbledown house. The air was outside, the rain having fallen through most of the night. Her bare toes curled into the damp soil where the paved roads had been ripped up completely by tree roots or the others using them as building materials to patch up their commandeered houses -- personally, Melani did not care as she was used to sleeping with nothing but a roof over her head.
The girl glanced back towards the centre of the city, rolling her eyes as she saw no one else appeared to be around. They were so useless and lazy, more interested in posing and preening than actually serving the master they claimed to worship. She was different, she loved their master and he spoke to her and her alone, although the others called her a liar-- if she was not such a good tracker she was sure they would have killed her instead of ostracising her.
Shaking her head, she turned her back towards the centre of town and walked the short distance down the street to where the lake stretched out. It was massive, the water reflecting the canopy above. She descended the steps leading down before sitting down and dipping her feet into the cold water. Hissing between her teeth, she could feel the heat in her chest and head finally starting to subside a little.
Shifting to her hands and knees, she pushed the first blanket down into the water and sloshed it around until she was sure it was clean. The second blanket received a similar treatment before she slung both of them over a nearby tree branch. Satisfied at a job well done, Melani dived into the deep lake and began to swim downwards. The cold water enveloped her nude form, soothing the aches and heat her dreams had built up in her slender well-toned form.
She was under the water for a long time, years of practicing holding her breath having increased her lung capacity to impressive levels. When she emerged, her black hair covered her face and her reddish brown eyes. Pushing it out of the way, her lips curled into a frown as her gaze fell upon a familiar robed figure standing next to her blankets. His hood hid most of his features, but Melani knew it was the supposed ‘Chosen’ of her master. That man had been the one to call her a liar and throw her out of the group, but that was because he was jealous that he had to pretend and she really could say she talked to her master.
Sighing softly, she swam over with practiced strokes before pulling herself out of the water. She cared little that she was naked in front of him. It was nothing he had not seen before, although it amused her that he looked on her with lust, jealousy and hatred for what she was. He would dearly love to rape her and kill her, but he needed her tracking skills and so he tolerated her presence.
“What do you want?” asked Melani, folding her arms under her bare breasts. Water dripped from her, adding its patter to the rustling above.
The man frowned, pushing his hood back to reveal an older man with greying hair and green eyes. “The slavers claim to have found an Elf but she escaped. The Master wants you to find out if what they say is true, and find the Elf if it is.”
She felt a thrill of excitement in her heart, but practice kept it from reaching her face. Putting her weight on her left leg, her hip popped out slightly while she tilted her head slightly to the side. “Very well, Mathias. I’ll set out right away.”
His brows furrowed in irritation at her using his first name instead of his title, but he was wise enough not to say anything -- if she wanted to she could easily tear his throat out before he uttered the first syllable of any spell he might wish to cast. “Good.” With his order delivered, he turned away and headed in the direction of the centre. The morning mist shrouded his destination, a hazy looming shadow the only sign of the massive stone tree that dominated the centre of the once great city that stood in the centre of the Green Woeld.
Smiling brightly to herself, the girl grabbed her damp blankets and practically ran back to her house. Tossing the blankets over an iron railing so they could keep drying, she quickly dug out her meagre possessions from under a crumbled stairway. Strapping her bag on, she began to glow with a golden light as the change took her. When it faded, a large black dog with empty eyes stood there. Snorting, she shook her body to get some of the water off her body before bounding out of the house and into the woods. She was excited. Soon she might be able to meet her master for real and not just in her dreams. All the Cynanthrope needed was the Elf.
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 05.November.2012, 8:21 PM | Message # 21 |
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| With her bag for a pillow, Arya found it almost comfortable as she drifted off to sleep. She had slept in much less pleasant conditions in the past. And then she had been alone. These thoughts found their way into her sleeping mind, pressing against her chaotic dreams. Scattered between images of the day’s events were smatterings of the past. A dark room with a cold, hard ground, so small that even a child’s body couldn’t do much more than curl up into a ball. What a way to grow up. Wouldn’t someone let her out? She promised she wouldn’t do anything bad. She wouldn’t transform ever again. Tightening up, her body rejected the close quarters. The child’s body couldn’t handle the confinement. It’s impossible to breathe in here!
But this image faded. There was now a forest. Fresh air. Open land. And a girl in a tree? A dog catches the girl as she falls from above. Nice catch! Now that’s something to admire. A skill. And so Arya’s dreams turned, recalling her more recent successes rather than the cruelty of others. A small smile crept over her lips as her mind showed her the image of a girl petting a very familiar dog. It felt warmer now, as if something was enveloping her. The girl stopped petting, but the feeling remained. In an attempt to keep the petting going, convinced that she could control the movements of the girl, Arya moved her own arm forward, motioning as if she were the one caressing the dog now. Such a beautiful animal. Didn’t it look familiar? Curious.
Shifting in her sleep, Arya moved her arm in a way that placed it over the sleeping figure in her lap, unbeknownst to her. The sleeping cynanthrope continued to have pleasant dreams, allowing her to wake on a good note. The increasing heat of her body was the first thing she felt. But she didn’t want to wake. She wanted to keep sleeping, to keep dreaming of these nice images. Was it really morning already? Sniffing the air, Arya noted the lack of a fire. It had gone out already, so why was she so warm? Groggily, she opened her golden-orange eyes. Through blurred vision she noted the place where the fire once was. Now it was only rubble of ash and charred wood. Glancing down, she noted the presence of a girl sleeping in her lap. Barely awake, Arya couldn’t comprehend what this was, so she simply moved on as she scanned the rest of her surroundings. Then it hit her. With wide eyes, Arya’s heart jumped. Her body jolted slightly as she understood that a girl was sleeping in her lap. Who? What?
Slowly recalling yesterday’s strange events, Arya tried to calm herself. She didn’t want to startle the other girl. Swallowing hard, she found her eyes wandering downward. How had she ended up here? Her clothes were a bit…disheveled it seemed, revealing her pale skin. The blanket wasn’t covering anything but some of her feet, as it lay tangled around them. It was impossible for the cynanthrope not to look. The Elf girl’s legs were like an open invitation. Her heart beat faster. Shocked by her thoughts, Arya shut her eyes tightly, but she found that only left her mind filled with the image of the girl’s body, rested against hers, a bra strap reminding her of all that she had seen earlier when she was forced the undress the girl. Seeking respite, she opened her eyes once again. Reality was easier to deal with. Why was she having such thoughts anyway? Shaking her head, Arya decided that she must just be very tired. She wasn’t really a morning person anyway. With a heavy sigh, she wondered if she should wake the sleeping girl. Would that be rude? She had yet to realize that her arm was gently resting over Ílima‘s back.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 06.November.2012, 10:32 AM | Message # 22 |
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| Ílima moaned and stirred softly when Arya jolted, her head nuzzling into the girl’s lap. The coat was soft, and the Cynanthrope was warm – she was still asleep, but her body was aware enough to want to snuggle as close to the comforting presence as close as possible. Her head was still hurting badly, but it was better than it had been before.
As Arya stared at her legs, her limbs moved slightly sliding against each other and pushing up her dress a tiny bit more. One of her hands slid under the other girl’s coat, her fingers curling into the underside of her short skirt. The back of her hand brushed against the insides of the brown haired girl’s thigh before settling with the small garment gripped tightly. Her other hand held onto the end of her coat, pulling on both garments slightly as she pulled herself a little higher up on the girl’s lap, pushing the hem of her dress down back to where it had been when her friend had awoken.
Her dreams were still troubled, although the scratching inside her brain had faded. She was still hiding under the tree, avoiding the howling beasts and the lithe soldiers who thought against them. Magic was being used by both sides, its bright energy almost blinding her senses to the point she had shut them down in order to alleviate the dull ache behind her eyes.
A sudden growling from nearby startled her. Her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding hard as she pushed herself further up against the roots she was hiding amongst. The beast was sniffing around, trying to catch her scent. Thankfully, the mist and light rain was dulling her senses but the girl knew it would not be long before it found her. She was going to have to defend herself, she knew that. Clenching her fists, Energy started to gather around her as she drew it from the land around her, ready to strike it the beast attacked.
In the waking world, Ílima had begun to whimper and was gripping Arya’s skirt and coat hard. She was pulling down on them hard, actual electricity starting to emanate from her form as she lost control of her powers. The golden lightning was weak now, barely enough to pass for static, but being in contact with the Cynanthrope meant it was not just her who was getting a dose of magic for their troubles.
((I hope Arya doesn't lose her skirt.  ))
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 07.November.2012, 2:49 PM | Message # 23 |
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| Arya’s eyes remained locked onto the figure that lay before her, or rather, on her. Although she had seen more than she was seeing now, this close proximity, this physical contact, was a totally different situation. What should she do? Her slight movements didn’t seem to have had any effect on the sleeping girl, and she really didn’t want to wake her considering all she had been through recently. She probably needed as much rest as she could manage. On the other hand, how would Ílima react to waking up in such a compromising position? Arya hadn’t known this girl for long, but it was already clear to her that she was rather shy and modest, despite her choice of clothing. Or maybe that was an incorrect assumption?
Before she could come to any kind of decision, Arya felt a tingling sensation on the inside of her thigh. Her whole body jolted as goose bumps covered her arms and legs. Wide-eyed, she looked at the girl’s movements as she somehow managed to grip her skirt and jacket, brushing against her skin in the process. The cynanthrope wondered what kind of dream this girl was having, feeling certain that her actions were being caused by whatever was going on inside Ílima’s sleeping mind. The sudden touching made things all the more difficult for Arya. Small beads of sweat formed around her hairline, threatening to slide down her face if she heated up anymore. Swallowing hard, she fought the unmistakable feeling of arousal that was coming over her body.
Shaking her head, feeling that somehow that would knock some sense into her, Arya made a motion to rub her eyes, but was stopped short as she realized that her own arm was actually holding Ílima. A bit surprised to find that she had been touching her all along, she quickly pulled her arm away and let it fall on the ground next to them. In her mind, that seemed completely out of order. She shouldn’t be touching anyone while they slept. It didn’t seem right. And yet, Ílima had been the one to crawl over to Arya. She had been the one to practically jump in her lap and…and…touch her. But no, she was dreaming, right? The Elf probably didn’t even know what she was doing. That had to be the case.
Hearing Ílima whimper, Arya furrowed her eyebrows in a concerned manner. There was something alarming about the way the girl sounded. Was she having a bad dream perhaps? Tentatively, she reached her hand out to the girl, gently resting it in on her head. Was she okay? Before she could make a decision about what to do, to wake her or not, her body suddenly felt a strange kind of static pulsing through her. Not only that, but something was happening with Ílima. She was obviously in some kind of distress, and in the process she was practically tearing Arya’s clothes off. Her jacket stayed firmly in place, but her skirt started to slide down her legs as the static electricity continued to pulse. She had to stop this now. “Ílima! Ílima! Wake up! It’s just a dream! Ílima!” She hoped this would work because she was about to lose her skirt and the static was making her feel uncomfortable to say the least.
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 07.November.2012, 4:56 PM | Message # 24 |
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| In her dreams, Ílima was shrinking back into roots, gripping hard on them as if she had the strength to pull them down to cover her from the growling animal only a few paces from her. It was getting closer, its incessant sniffing and its reek of blood turning her stomach. Her heart was beating fast, her chest feeling as if it would burst with the incessant drumming from inside. The hound was so close now, the sound of bloody drool dripping from its fangs drowning out the sound of rain.
It could see her. She screamed and threw her hands up to protect herself. Everything around her began to shake, an incessant voice pushing through the haze in her mind.
In the waking world, Ílima cried out as Arya’s voice snapped her out of her nightmare. Sitting up bolt upright, not even realising her hands still gripped the other girl’s clothing, the Elf girl looked all around her, her violet eyes wide with panic. Suddenly her head began to ache once more, the quick movement making her dizzy. With a moan, she slumped backwards, taking the Cynanthropes skirt with her but leaving her body finally out of physical contact with the other female.
Ílima was silent for a few moments, laying sprawled out on her back for a few moments and staring up at the tangle of roots that formed the ceiling of their small hideaway. She sat up, rubbing at her eye with one hand before glancing down to see what was tangled in her other. Her half-sleeping mind took a few moments to register that it was the other girl’s brown skirt pulled down to her ankles. She could not stop her eyes roving up the other’s legs, her heart beginning to beat fast and heat building up in her as she noticed the girl’s short like panties around her knees. Had the Elf pulled her skirt down while she had been sleeping? The underwear must have been caught on the way down. She looked up at Arya, blushing deeply and thankful that the other girl’s position and her coat just saved her from exposing her intimate parts to the green-haired female.
“I-I’m sorry!” stammered the Elf girl, releasing the Cynanthrope’s skirt and jumping to her feat, whimpering as she hit her head on the low ceiling. “I-I…” She felt like her head was going to explode, her senses were all over the place and it felt like someone had hammered nails into her head while she slept. “I need some fresh air,” she whispered, her voice cracking as tears threatened to burst out of her eyes.
Almost running, Ílima made it a few steps out into the cold misty morning before she stumbled, falling to her knees. She groaned, slumping forwards and clutching her head. The Elf could not remember what happened in her sleep, but she knew it had to have been bad and whatever it had done had affected her mind. She could not control her powers, she was leaking Energy everywhere and it was starting to hurt her badly. Whimpering, her entire body shuddered with every laboured breath she took.
Her backside was up in the air a little, her knees aching from having most of her weight on them as she pressed her forehead to the cool earth. The excess Energy in her leaked into the ground, the static electricity around her body finally starting to dissipate. Her head still hurt, but at least the rest of her was no longer in pain.
Coughing softly, the Elf girl pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She felt weak, sick and her body would not stop shaking. Everything felt wrong. Where had all her control gone? Why had she been so close to Arya when she awoke? Why did her head hurt so badly? She began to crawl, sobbing softly until her hands came upon a broad root stretching across the ground. Her arms wrapped around it, holding her up as she slumped against it, her head resting on one of her pale arms as she began to weep freely. Her dress, arms and legs were covered in mud from crawling across the wet ground.
She had never felt so scared and out of control. When the slavers had taken her, it had been bad but this unknown terror was far worse. It was primal and it was plain wrong.
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 07.November.2012, 6:10 PM | Message # 25 |
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| In one swift motion Arya felt her body being jerked forward as the girl clinging to her clothes fall backwards without warning. Her eyes were wide with concern, not just for the Elf, but for herself too, as she felt her skirt slide off completely, trying to take her underwear with it. She felt the fabric of underwear clinging against her knees, but she couldn’t take her eyes off Ílima. Questions filled her mind, swirling about, making it impossible for her to articulate any one of them. She simply stared, shocked and confused, at the girl who was slowly coming to realize where she was and what she was holding.
The moment Ílima slung backwards, Arya felt her body cool down. Whatever had been shocking her just seconds ago was gone. It was obviously coming from Ílima, and now that they were no longer in direct contact it left her. She felt relieved, but she was still in a rather awkward position. Something made her remain frozen though. She couldn’t even bring herself to glance in a different direction. Her eyes remained firmly pointed at the Elf. She watched as Ílima sat up, looking around for some explanation. As it became clear that she understood what was going on, Arya felt her face flush red. She suddenly realized what it meant if her underwear was at her knees. Was she exposed? Seeing Ílima’s eyes look towards her, the blush on her face became more intense, but she felt a deep sense of pity for the Elf. Something terrible must have visited her dreams and making a big deal out of her lack of clothing wouldn’t make matters better.
In a perhaps vain attempt to calm Ílima down, Arya mustered a very, very awkward smile. It was obviously not enough, however, as before she could even consider speaking the other girl tossed the skirt and bolted after an apology. Reaching forward, Arya tried to stop her, to make her realize that she wasn’t mad. She really wasn’t. How could she be when Ílima had that expression on her face? It looked as though she was about to cry, or be sick, maybe both. But she couldn’t stop her from fleeing. Wasting no time, Arya pulled her underwear up and grabbed her skirt. Standing up, she pulled the skirt on in such a rush that she didn’t realize or care that she had put it on backwards. It really didn’t matter anyway. Her hair was a mess from the night’s sleep, her back ached from the hard ground, and her jacket was disheveled from all the pulling, but none of it mattered. She couldn’t get that expression out of her mind. Ílima looked truly pained.
A panicked Arya rushed out of the cave, ducking low so as not to hit her head on the way out. She spotted Ílima grasping for a nearby root, looking even more distressed than before. “Ílima! What’s wrong?” Her voice exposed her concern. Not waiting for a response, she ran to the other girl’s side and crouched down beside her on her knees, planting them firmly in the mud. Turning her head to the side, she tried to see Ílima’s face, but was not pleased with the sight. She was crying. Was this her fault somehow? Had she reacted badly? Or was it the dream? Reaching out, Arya put her arm around the Elf’s slender shoulders and pulled her body in close to hers. She hoped this wouldn’t create the same static feeling from before, as she really didn’t understand what that was all about, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t stand by and not do anything. Practically whispering, Arya spoke softly into the other girl’s ear. “Hey, it’s okay. It was just a dream. You’re awake now, and I’m here, so there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 07.November.2012, 7:22 PM | Message # 26 |
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| Ílima went stiff at first, resisting Arya’s gentle pull but eventually she relented. She leaned against the other girl, sobbing quietly as her comforting voice washed over her. Everything was completely out of balance from her mind to her emotions and even her magic. Some control was beginning to reassert itself, but still not enough to really do anything but quietly weep. Her head still ached painfully, her skull feeling as if it had grooves clawed into it by some horrible beast. She moved a little closed, her shoulder resting against the other’s chest. It was comforting to have someone holding her like this – it had been too long since someone who cared about her had held her when she was sad.
“Thank you,” said the Elf girl quietly once her tears had subsided. She still sniffled a little but she was finally starting to calm down. Her breaths came easily now and the ache in her head had faded to a dull pulsing in the back of her skull. The fear was still there, buried deep in her heart, but for some reason the presence of the Cynanthrope was actually helping her feel better. Her gaze travelled up from the other’s shoulder, meeting her eyes for a moment before she looked away in embarrassment. “I am sorry… I am not usually like this. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.” She sighed softly, pulling away and trying to make herself look a little dishevelled – an almost impossible task when she realised how dirty and grubby she had become.
She looked at Arya, seeing her in a similar state with mud all up her mostly bare legs and a some on her jacket and arms from where she had held the Elf. Feeling even more ashamed than before, her violet eyes looked down at the ground between them before she closed them. Through all her panic, she had forgotten that her magic had finally returned to her. It had been out of control when she had first awoken, but it appeared it had settled down at last. Letting out a small sigh of relief from her soft pink lips, the girl opened her eyes and smiled a little at the other girl. “My powers are back. I can be useful at last.” Her cheeks flushed a little, her eyes cast down in shame. “I can clean our clothes but we’ll probably have to use the nearby river for our skin.” She blushed a little more. “I can clean your clothes while you bathe and then I can bathe once you get out.” The thought of bathing together flashed across her mind but she dismissed it quickly. She did not know where that desire came from, but a tiny part of her was picking away at her, scolding her for not peeking at the Cynanthropes privates when she had the chance. The thought made her ashamed, but it also confused her. Where was this coming from?
Reluctantly, she stood up and tried not to groan at the aches in her body or how dirty she was. “I’ll wait here while you get your things. I think I’ve gotten in the way enough this morning,” said Ílima, forcing herself to laugh but obviously not meaning it.
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 08.November.2012, 2:47 PM | Message # 27 |
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| Arya was relieved to feel the other girl rest against her. She could feel her whole body relaxing, becoming less tense and restrained. She only hoped that her emotional state would follow suit. Her curiosity pushed her to ask what her dream had been about, but she managed to keep quiet. It might be rather personal, or too frightening to repeat. Although, she had always been told that talking about dreams was good. It helped to sort through them for some meaning. Momentarily, her mind shifted back to her own dreams from the night. Frowning, she realized she didn’t really want to share that, so she couldn’t possibly expect Ílima to want to share. No, it was best to remain silent. Let her talk if she wanted to.
And she did talk. After holding the Elf’s small frame, the girl calmed down enough to speak. She heard her thank her, although she really didn’t need to, and then she felt her moving away. Arya’s gaze shifted so that she could see what state the girl was in now. Their eyes met for just a moment, but she saw that she was embarrassed. As the girl apologized, she pulled away completely. Arya didn’t want an apology, just as she didn’t want a thank you. Shaking her head, she wanted to say just that, but she found that the Elf wasn’t done speaking yet. Something about the way Ílima was looking at her made her feel like she didn’t exactly look her best. Glancing down at her clothes, she couldn’t help but smile at her appearance. Yeah, she had looked better, but she had also looked worse. It didn’t really bother her, but apparently Ílima could help? Help how?
With a confused expression, Arya watched the other girl as she continued to speak. What kind of powers did she have exactly? That must have been what she felt earlier when Ílima woke up. It didn’t feel all that strong, but then again, she had been asleep. And had the slavers done something to make her powers go away? A bit surprised, Arya looked at her clothes again, wondering what the girl would do to clean them. At the mention of a river, her eyes wandered in search of it. It was probably a good idea to take a quick bath. That would be really nice actually. But why couldn’t they just go together? Opening her mouth to offer this suggestion, she quickly stopped herself remember how embarrassed Ílima appeared. Was she nervous about the idea of bathing together? That seemed possible…although it wasn’t something that would have occurred to Arya. Oh well. She felt a little disappointed somehow.
Arya’s eyes followed Ílima’s figure as she stood up. She was a bit worried she would fall over or lose her balance, but she appeared to be okay. Following her lead, she stood up as well, looking down at her own ragged clothes. She heard the other girl suggest that she go get her things and saw her laugh, but it didn’t sound much like a laugh. Something about Ílima’s attempt made her laugh, genuinely. She didn’t mean to laugh at her, but this was kind of funny. The way they were both covered in mud and the crazy way they had woken up. Looking at her own clothes again, she realized that her skirt wasn’t even on right. Laughing louder now, she didn’t bother fixing her skirt. “We both look pretty silly. I wonder what people would think if they saw us covered in mud. And I can’t even dress myself.” Smiling, she wiped her eyes, still feeling sleepy and a bit out of it. “You really don’t have to apologize. I don’t mind.” As she walked past Ílima to get her bag, she patted her on the top of the head. She really didn’t want her to feel bad.
Once in the shelter, Arya crouched down a bit and reached for her bag. She checked its contents quickly to make sure everything was there and then slung it over her shoulder as she headed out. Looking at Ílima, she smiled softly. “I hope the water isn’t too cold.” She felt like she should keep talking. Maybe this would take the Elf’s mind off of what just happened.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 08.November.2012, 4:54 PM | Message # 28 |
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| Ílima was watching Arya as she got to her feet, her forced smile becoming genuine as the girl joked about their appearance. It was true that they both looked rather foolish with mud splattered up them and their hair in disarray from sleeping. She was glad for the girl’s company. She did not try to force her to speak or even to really interact, but the Cynanthrope was there for her when she was hurting. The Elf would not have blamed her if she had been angry or awkward for almost stripping her, but instead she had been completely fine with it and had even followed her outside to comfort her. She was finding herself growing increasingly fond of the girl, her actions reminding her of the good times with her brother.
She blushed, biting her lip and nodding a little. “Apologies come easily to me,” said the Elf with a sigh. “It always felt like things were my fault back home… Maybe I need to get out of the habit.” The girl was surprised that Arya had not minded almost showing her nakedness to her, but considering how often she flashed her panties it perhaps should not have been a surprise to the green-haired girl.
The Elf was looking down at the ground when Arya suddenly patted her. Her head shot up, their eyes meeting for a moment before she looked away in embarrassment. For a brief moment, her tired mind had thought her brother was with her, but then she realised the eyes were all wrong and then reality had set back in. It was not that she was disappointed; it just reminded her that she could not see her older sibling for centuries if not more. Sighing softly, she watched her new friend walk back into the hollow beneath the roots. The skirt did not quite sit on her properly since it was the wrong way around, but she still found her eyes admiring the girl’s long slender legs. The Cynanthrope was really quite a pretty girl. She could not believe people would reject her for her nature when she was so kind and beautiful.
When the girl returned, she nodded. “It will be nowhere near warm but I don’t think it will be freezing,” said Ílima, turning away in the direction of the river. She could hear its gentle babbling under the constant rustling above. Her magical senses had almost returned completely, allowing her to see the Energy flowing around her. She could see the regular downwards flow of the water, surprise at just how much Energy was flowing through it. The stories of the Green Woeld being unusually endowed with the very lifeforce of the world were true it seemed. It comforted her a little – so much life around meant she could use her powers without fear of doing any permanent harm.
They emerged from some dense brush growing between giant roots that formed a series of archways onto the riverbank. A waterfall only a couple of feet taller than the two girls was to their left, flowing into a small bowl shape carved into the bedrock before it flowed off into the woods further down. The plant life around here was vibrant, glowing brightly with Energy almost to the point that a person with ordinary senses would be able to see it. The sheer amount of life around her cheered her, warming the coldness that the nightmare had left inside her. Closing her eyes for a moment, a small smile touched her lips before she turned to look at the Cynanthrope. “If you want to go first, I’ll go to the other side of this tree. You can pass your clothes to me and I’ll clean them.” She blushed. “I promise not to peek.”
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 19.November.2012, 11:50 AM | Message # 29 |
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| Arya rubbed her eyes as she tried to center herself. With the way she had woken up she had a hard time adjusting. It felt a bit like she was still dreaming. Everything was kind of hazy, but that might just be the morning air. Stifling a yawn, she put her hand over her mouth, causing her eyes to water a little. With her weary eyes glistening with water, she looked at Ílima as she spoke. Hearing the girl explain herself made her a bit sad. It sounded like she had a hard time in the past. Was this the reason for her travels? “I’m sorry...” Stopping herself, she wondered what exactly she was apologizing for. How did she become the one apologizing now? Freezing up, Arya remained silent rather than explaining herself. It wasn’t any of her business anyway…but she was sorry. Sorry that she had assumed this girl had a perfect home. And sorry that they seemed to have something in common. She wouldn’t wish that on anyone.
Happy to focus on bathing rather than the current subject, and she was looking forward to getting clean. Somehow she felt a little embarrassed to be seen in such a state in front of her new companion. Her appearance wasn’t something she thought about often, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like looking decent. And Ílima was so pretty and feminine. She probably liked to look nice. Watching the Elf’s figure walk though the trees, Arya was reminded of the exact conditions they had woken in. Feeling her face get hot, she placed her hands on her cheeks wondering why she was getting like this so suddenly. Maybe she was coming down with something? Her heart was beating a little faster than it should be too. Yeah, she was probably fighting off a cold. That made sense, what with the rigorous traveling she had been doing lately. A nice dip in the water would help cool her down. She really couldn’t afford to be sick. She would need to be more careful from now on. Running around in the rain wasn’t the smartest thing to have done perhaps.
Shrugging off these thoughts, Arya’s ears picked up the inviting sound of the water growing closer and closer. It sounded like a waterfall was nearby. As they approached their destination her eyes took everything in, feeling a bit in awe of the scenery. It felt so peaceful. Everything smelled fresh and new. Taking a deep breath, she took all of the wonderful smells in, feeling like she could stay here relaxing all day. Somehow it seemed like her cares and concerns could just be washed away in the water. Wouldn’t that be nice? If only things were that easy.
Noticing that Ílima was looking at her now, Arya perked up and smiled at her words. The plan to pass her clothes and everything sounded pretty funny to her, but she would go along with it. She didn’t want to make the other girl uncomfortable. Shrugging, she started to take off her jacket as she waited for Ílima to go where she planned. “Alright, I’ll get undressed then.” Turning away from her, she slipped the jacket off and let it fall on the ground near her feet. She would pick up her clothes when she finished. They were so dirty it didn’t really matter if they fell on the ground at this point. Setting her bag down as well, she could now take off the rest of her clothes. Arya assumed that Ílima had either turned away or walked to the other side of the tree. She had promised not to peek after all. Not that she cared much. Before, when she asked her not to look, it was less about her nakedness and more about being uncomfortable with her transformation.
Pulling her tank top over her head, she discarded this on top of her jacket before moving on to her skirt. This was easy enough to pull off, and it was soon on the ground with her other things. Moving her hands behind her back, she hesitated for a moment. Should she give Ílima everything to clean? Her bra wasn’t muddy, but it could probably benefit from a cleaning…but was this okay? Expertly unhooking the bra, she slid the straps off her shoulders and removed it completely, adding it to her pile. Now there was one last thing. Swallowing hard, she hesitated. She wasn’t embarrassed to take them off…but having Ílima clean them? That is, this morning, when Ílima had been on top of her, touching her like she had, there was something she couldn’t stop.
Blushing, she slipped off her panties, lifting one foot at a time to pull them off successfully. A quick look confirmed her suspicions. There was a small white stain in the crotch area. Feeling slightly panicked, she wondered what she should do. Seeing the water nearby, she rushed over to the edge and knelt down. She quickly went about rinsing the fabric, hoping this would help. Pulling the panties out of the water, she examined them with some relief. This appeared to help remove the stain a least enough. It would be better than nothing. After all, wouldn’t Ílima think it odd if she didn’t give her all of her clothes? Moving back to her pile, she gathered all of her clothes into her arms and sighed. This was more stressful than she anticipated. “Um, Ílima? I have my clothes for you…” Would she wonder why only her panties were wet? She couldn’t explain it though, and it was better than what she would have seen otherwise. Suddenly she felt like her plan had been pretty stupid, but it was too late now.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 19.November.2012, 5:24 PM | Message # 30 |
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| Ílima was glad that Arya did not put up a fight or even disagree with her. She blushed slightly when the girl said she would get undressed, even though that was a reasonable description of what the Elf girl had asked her to do as well as what she would need to do to bathe. Shaking her head at her silliness, the girl pushed through the branches of the tree to a small clearing bordered by trees on three sides and the river on the other. She sat down on the lush grass, crossing her legs and adjusting her dress so she was decent. Closing her eyes, she slowly exhaled and began to focus on her surroundings.
The Energy in the world came into clear view, its golden networks appearing in her mind’s eye. As she opened her eyes, the rest of the world came into focus, the flowing paths of life overlaying themselves on top. This was what she loved, and it brought back the comfort of knowing she could look after herself now. All of her people were born with the ability to see this world if they could concentrate, it was almost always caused crippling despair in an Elf to be cut off from Energy, even for a brief time.
She glanced to the side as she heard some splashing from where the Cynanthrope should be. Curious as to what it might be, she concentrated on that part behind the trees and saw the golden shape of the girl washing something small in the river. Had she not said she would wash her clothing for her? Frowning slightly, she shrugged mentally before moving her senses back towards her own person, not wanting to concentrate too hard on the nude outline of Arya.
With a quick burst of golden light, pure clean Energy blasted through her clothing, removing any traces of dirt or germs present in the white fabric. Her dress practically shone in the early twilight, the occasional shafts of light appearing particularly bright on her clothing. She smiled in satisfaction, pleased with how well she managed to repair the damage done by her capture a couple of days previous.
Her friend’s voice made her jump slightly, reminding her that she had promised to do similar for other people. Standing up, she smoothed her clothing down before pushing some branches aside to take the proffered clothing – she did not come out for fear of seeing the other girl naked. She could feel the desire to see her like that, which both confused and scared her. It also reminded her of this morning, and that was the last thing Ílima wanted to remember. “Thanks,” said the Elf girl. “I’ll get them done pretty quickly.” Giving the girl a small smile, she turned around and returned to the centre of the clearing.
Picking up the coat, she smiled at it. It was very pretty and Ílima actually quite liked it. She sent a quick blast of Energy through it, although she had to take it slower and more carefully since she was not used to the fabric or the construction. The girl worked through each piece of clothing until she got down to the underwear. She hesitated, feeling slightly embarrassed at handling the small dark garments. On one hand, they were close to her friend’s slender form and most intimate parts, on the other Arya had stripped her and handled her underwear so was it wrong to do the same thing for her?
Sighing softly, the girl cleaned the last two garments, folding them all into a neat pile and standing up. She walked through the trees, putting them down near the riverbank and being careful not to look at Arya while she was bathing. “Your clothes are ready for when you want them,” said Ílima, turning around and stopping. For some reason, her feet refused to cooperate and instead she was left standing with her back to the pile of clothes by the riverbank.
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 19.November.2012, 6:53 PM | Message # 31 |
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| Arya tried to convince herself that Ílima wouldn’t notice anything strange about her panties, but she couldn’t help thinking that she would be exposed as some kind of weirdo. It wasn’t like she could help it, though. That would have happened to anyone. That’s why people don’t just go around touching each other like that. Anyone would react that way. It was just a bodily reaction. Yes, just a natural reaction. It didn’t mean anything. Letting out a deep breath, Arya felt a little better. She managed to reassure herself enough to calm down for the time being. Moving away from her clothes, she headed back towards the water to get in. As she walked she heard the sound of Ílima taking her clothes, but by the time she looked back she was nowhere to be scene. She must have been quick about it. It seemed she really didn’t want to catch a glimpse of her naked. Somehow, the fact that she went through so much trouble to not see made Arya a little self-conscious. Should she be more modest?
She realized this wasn’t one of her strong suits, Arya had simply not bothered with trying to follow social etiquette. But maybe now she should try a little harder to fit in. Stepping into the water, it felt cool on her skin, but in a soothing way. Smiling, her previous thoughts drifted away. She stopped for a moment to see how deep the water would get as she went further out, and satisfied with what she saw she plunged forward in a playful manner. Splashing into the water, she submerged her body completely, closing her eyes and holding her breath. Kicking her way a bit farther, she swam back to the surface and let out a big breath. Opening her eyes, she looked around her with a smile. It really was nice here. She wished they could stay, but that probably wasn’t a good idea.
Ducking back under the water, she ruffled her hair while submerged so as to get out as much dirt as possible. Now all she needed was soap. Oh! Surfacing once again, Arya looked towards the shore to where her bag was. She had a bar of soap in there, but she forgot all about it. Hearing Ílima’s voice, Arya’s gaze searched for where the sound was coming from. Spotting her figure near the water, she called out in response. “Thanks!” Her voice sounded cheerful, obviously not concerned with the other girl’s presence while she swam. It was a pain to get out to retrieve her soap, but she didn’t want to ask Ílima either. Wondering what she should do, she made a quick decision and swam back towards the shore.
Stepping out of the water, the air felt cool against her skin, causing goose bumps to pop up all over. Shivering slightly, she tried to move quickly. Reaching her bag, she knelt down and started rummaging through it. Glancing behind her, she noted that Ílima was still there, but her back was towards her. Feeling her hand graze the soap, she clutched it and pulled it out without needing to look. She knew from the texture what it was. Running back towards the water, Arya was able to actually leap into its depths this time, with the bar of soap clutched in her hand. With a splash, she felt her body meet the water happily. It was cold, but it felt colder outside of the water, at least to her.
Coming up for air, Arya let out another big breath and went about using the soap now. It wasn’t anything great, no scent, just something she had thrown in her bag on her way out the door. She was glad of it now. Wasting no time, at least no more time, she began scrubbing her body with the soap. Knowing that Ílima was waiting for her turn made her work fast. Once she was satisfied with her scrubbing, she dove back into the water to rinse off. When she resurfaced she started moving back to land. “All clean! Your turn.” As she needed to get her clothes, she thought nothing of heading straight towards them, and Ílima. Scooping them up, she took another step forward and reached over the other girl’s shoulder from behind, holding the soap in front of her, dripping water on her shoulder as she did so. “Here, you can use this soap if you want.” Her decision to try on modesty had obviously slipped her mind.
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| Xaimee | Date: Monday, 19.November.2012, 7:21 PM | Message # 32 |
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| Ílima could hear Arya’s enthusiastic splashing and her swimming. It seemed she was really quite enjoying her bath. The Elf wondered what it was like to feel so free, not to feel like people were watching your every move and having to think carefully about every single action you take. Al Elves were obsessed with poise and perfection, some more than others, and her position in society had demanded particular attention be paid to her actions. She had fun, that was true, but often, all the girl felt through her life was pressure, unrelenting expectations and whispers of disappointment in tree lined corridors.
She sighed softly, quickly pushing her memories away. There was little point in dwelling on the past. Her life was much less secure now; the Elf could not afford to get lost in the past while she did not have a safe place to stay or even a roof over her head. She had at least found a friend that she trusted, but it was still hard to shake the feeling of being stalked by unseen hunters. Then there had been the scratching in her head…
The girl looked down at her hands, her magic having healed all the abrasions and small cuts from her captivity. Her pale skin was free of the nasty welts around her ankles and wrists too, everything about her appearing flawless now apart from her rather greasy hair. Ílima could use magic to clean herself, but it was a principle of hers never to use magic where you could do it normally. She had seen too many of her people become lost in Energy addiction. The girl had never felt that temptation, although she did naturally use her powers to keep herself warm and dry – she was sure Arya thought her choice of wardrobe insane to travel in.
It caught her a little off-guard when the dog girl just thrust her hand over her shoulder and offered her some soap. She glanced to the side at the soaking wet arm, dripping cold water onto her bare shoulder. It brought a slight shiver out of her, her skin growing small goosebumps before the bumps fading rather quickly as the heat from her realisation that Arya was nude behind her came to the fore. “Th-thanks,” mumbled the Elf, taking the soap. It slipped out of her hand. Sighing softly, she crouched down to pick it up before standing up again. “I’ll… I’ll be over there,” she said, gesturing to where she had cleaned the clothing.
Disappearing through the trees to the small clearing, she placed to soap down before quickly removing her clothing with practiced ease. She folded it into a neat pile before carefully lowing herself into the river. The cold water made everything on her tighten, the tips of her breasts growing hard and her skin coming out in goosebumps. Shivering softly, she resisted the urge to use her powers to heat the water and instead concentrated on scrubbing herself off with the soap. Once that was done, she washed her hair as best she could before stepping out of the water.
The air around her glowed as she used her magic to heat the air and speed the drying process. It would still take a couple of minutes, but it would be much faster than letting herself dry naturally, especially in the cold misty morning she and her friend were currently enjoying.
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| Syngey | Date: Monday, 19.November.2012, 7:54 PM | Message # 33 |
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| Unaware of any embarrassment she might be causing the other girl, Arya waited for her to take hold of the soap, thinking nothing of the fact that she was also dripping cold water on the Elf’s shoulder. Feeling the soap leave her grasp, she pulled her arm away, watching as Ílima let it slip through her fingers. Laughing quietly, she was about to reach down to pick it up for her, but Ílima beat her to it. But, as she was still standing close behind the other girl, when Ílima crouched down to retrieve the soap she found her in very close proximity to her naked body. It was at this moment that she realized she maybe shouldn’t be standing so close without any clothes on. Of course, no actual contact had been made, but it would have been very possible. Feeling a bit relieved that she hadn’t done something awkward, she waited until the other girl left before moving again.
Letting out a small sigh, Arya walked back to where her bag was to get dressed. She was still wet from her bath, but she didn’t have a towel or anything so she would just have to put her clothes on while she was still damp. Rubbing her arms and legs to get a least some of the water off her body, she shivered again. Too bad the sun wasn’t out. Looking up, she wondered if the sun could pierce through the thick trees. Probably not. She might have laid out to dry, but with the cold that wasn’t really a good idea. Shrugging to herself, she ignored the fact that she was still wet and went about dressing. When she picked up her underwear she paused for a moment considering her previous concerns. They were clean now, and dry, but how? She was pretty impressed with how clean everything looked. Had Ílima not even used water? Or had she managed to dry everything somehow? Thinking back, she realized that Ílima’s dress had been clean just now as well. She must have cleaned her own clothes too. But how? She would have to ask about that.
Not wasting anymore time, she slipped on her clothes, but skipped the jacket for now. She could wait until she dried to put that on, even if she was still cold. With her skirt and tank top on, she reached into her bag and pulled out her tights and shoes. Not wanting to get her skirt dirty so soon after Ílima went through the trouble to clean it, she sat on her bag as she struggled to pull on her tights. It was a bit difficult because her legs were still damp, but she managed eventually. With the tights pulled up to her thighs, she began to feel a little warmer and drier, although beads of water were still settled on her arms and chest. Wringing out her head, water dripped on the ground near her. It would take a while for her thick hair to dry completely. Looking in the direction Ílima had gone, Arya wondered if she was finished yet. She wanted to call out to her, but would that make her nervous?
Deciding to remain quiet, Arya went about putting her shoes on. They were brown ankle boots, good for traveling in but not very stylish. As she laced them tightly, she found herself frowning. They really weren’t cute at all. Why hadn’t she realized this before? Ílima would probably think she dressed strangely. Not that there was anything to be done about it. Trying not to think about her appearance so much, she finished putting her shoes on and looked out at the water, crossing her arms across her chest so that she could hold them for warmth. Maybe she should put her scarf on. Giving up on not sitting on the ground, she pulled her bag out form under her so that she could get her scarf out. Pulling out the long wool fabric, a small smile crossed her lips. For a moment, she held the soft scarf up to her face, taking in the smell. There was still a faint trace of honey. Wrapping it around her neck twice it was still long enough to touch the ground as it fell down her back.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 20.November.2012, 11:15 AM | Message # 34 |
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| Ílima could hear the other girl moving about nearby, the rustling of clothing and the snap of elastic. She tried not to think too hard about what might be snapping into place, instead concentrating on her own clothing. For her, dressing did not take too long since she liked to keep her outfit simple. Stepping into her panties, the girl pulled the soft cloth up her legs and let the waistband snap into place followed by her bra which had been made to fit like all her clothing. She finally pulled her dress on, pulling it up her slender form and dragging the straps into place on her shoulders. Smoothing down the fabric, she smiled at her much fresher looking self reflected in the river. The Elf still felt a bit awkward, knowing that she was probably looking really quite strange compared to anyone else. Unlike the vast majority of her kind, she had not been born with the ingrained arrogance and confidence of her kind. What did Arya think of her? What would others they might encounter think of her? The slavers had seen her as a walking treasure trove, but would others see her in such ways?
She sighed and shook her head, pushing some of her long green hair behind her pointed ear before stepping out of her clearing to find her friend standing there wrapped up in a scarf although oddly without her pretty coat. A small smile touched her lips, her violet eyes admiring the girl’s rather adorable outfit. With the stockings, the skirt did not appear quite so immodest and if she put her coat on then she could never object to the Cynanthrope’s choice of attire.
“I have your soap,” said the Elf girl, offering the slightly damp bar to the other girl. “It’s still a little damp, though.” Once the other had taken the soap, she stepped back and stood there rather awkwardly, wringing her hands. “So I guess we have to figure out where we’re going now, right?” she asked, looking off into the distance. The rustling above was a little softer today, the water much louder than anything else although her natural senses could pick up almost every tiny movement nearby.
Biting her lip for a moment, Ílima returned her attention to the dog girl. “Should we just continue on the road? I think there was a road near where I was captured and I could probably find it...” She sighed. “I never really had a destination in mind so I guess I’m happy to just follow you if you’re still okay with me staying with you.” Her cheeks grew a little warm, although it was more of a happy blush than an embarrassed one. “I don’t know if you want me around forever, but I’d be happy to settle down if you decide you don’t want to travel anymore. I really have no plans.” She knew her people would find her should they need her, so really Ílima had no plans. The Green Woeld had been her destination and now she wanted to explore it. It would be good to have a more permanent base to work from while searching, but the girl would be happy to do what her friend wanted -- after her capture, she was not keen to be alone in these woods.
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| Syngey | Date: Tuesday, 20.November.2012, 1:02 PM | Message # 35 |
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| Arya nestled her face in the scarf as she waited for her friend to return. Closing her eyes, she sighed softly as she continued to take in the pleasant scent surrounding her. The freshness of the forest was mixing with the honey scent coming from the scarf, making her imagine that she was in some kind of paradise. She felt safe and warm now, even though her body was still damp. When she heard her friend approach, she opened her eyes and looked up towards her. Although Arya had thought Ílima looked nice before, she found herself a bit in awe of the dazzling figure that stood before her now. Unable to speak, she remained silent as her face began to feel a bit hot. Her eyes slowly took in every inch of Ílima’s spotless appearance. Once again, she was struck by how fragile the other girl seemed, but now she also noted how regal she looked standing there before her. Feeling a bit like a stray dog herself, Arya stood up without speaking, her eyes diverted away from Ílima as she stared at nothing in particular.
Taking the soap, she took up her bag and returned it, not caring that it was damp. There was nothing of great value inside her bag, so a little soap wouldn’t hurt anything. Before strapping the bag on, she reached down and picked up her jacket. Her arms were practically dry now, so she might as well finish dressing. Putting the jacket on, one arm at a time, she buttoned it up securely and then slung her bag over her shoulder and chest. Nodding in response to Ílima’s suggestion that they continue on their way, Arya looked about her sniffed the air as she considered their options. There was nothing particularly alarming in the air, but something continued to tug at her whenever she thought of sticking around for long. Perhaps it was simply the threat of Ílima’s captors. Arya herself had no one looking for her, that was certain.
Hearing Ílima’s observations, Arya continued to look off towards where she now thought the road was rather than looking at the girl directly. She had no intention of parting ways, at least not in the foreseeable future, and she too had no specific destination in mind. “Well then, the road it is!” Nodding, as if to agree with her own decision, she now glanced in Ílima’s direction. Catching sight of her serene figure, she couldn’t help but smile softly. It was no wonder she had been captured. Walking alone in a place like this, dressed like that, looking so cute…Yeah, not very safe. She almost wanted to suggest that Ílima change, but she didn’t want to offend her.
Shrugging the thought off, she cleared her throat and looked back towards where the road should be. “I don’t have any plans, per say, so let’s just see what we run into on the road. We might find a town at some point, so we can stock up if we need to.” She didn’t have much with her, and although finding food for herself was no problem, Ílima might not want to eat what she ate. Pointing ahead of her, through the thick trees, she sniffed once more before speaking. “I think we’ll find the road if we head this way.” As she moved to go forward, Arya was suddenly struck by the fact that she hadn’t thanked Ílima for cleaning her clothes. Stopping in her tracks, she turned to face her with an embarrassed expression. “Oh! And, um, thanks for washing my stuff. I don’t know how you managed it, and they’re already dry, but thanks!” Smiling again, she hoped the other girl would forgive her for not thanking her sooner.
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| Xaimee | Date: Tuesday, 20.November.2012, 7:18 PM | Message # 36 |
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| The Elf girl had begun to notice that Arya seemed slight put off by her. Was it because she was an Elf or was it something else? At times, she seemed a little too free but others she would deliberately avoid her gaze and almost remind her of a dog afraid to upset their master. She knew that her friend had two sides to her, but surely, that was not the sort of things going through her mind. Did the girl really think she was inferior to Ílima? That made no sense to her, but she supposed that it might be easy for someone who has never met anyone like her to think – she supposed that was better than the girl thinking she was special or unique.
Ílima was pleased that Arya still wanted to journey with her, finally looking at her when she talked about heading to the road. Although eye contact bothered her as much as her Cynanthrope friend, it still bothered her a little when the other female would not even look in her direction – had she offended her somehow?
Sighing softly, she made to follow when the other turned around and thanked her for cleaning her clothing. “Oh…” She blushed slightly. “You’re welcome. I can show you how I did it someday, but not right now. I’m a little tired and I want to save my strength for the walk ahead.” The Elf bit her lip. “Sorry if it sounds like I’m being evasive, it is just the things I do require energy and I’m still recovering from my capture.” She smiled, looking a little uneasy and embarrassed. “I was only repaying you for saving my life. I don’t think you need to thank me for so minor a thing.”
After a long time making their way across the massive roots of the gigantic tress around them, they finally found a rare patch of bare ground that had been turned into a road through the many boots and wheels of those who lived in the Green Woeld. It was no more than a glorified dirt track, but the soil was packed in hard and easy to walk on. Her bare feet missed the grass, but it was certainly easier going as they made their way deeper into the megaforest.
“Do you mind if I ask you something?” said Ílima while they passed under an archway of greenish grey tree roots. “What is it like being able to change between forms? Some of my people are born with that talent using magic, but your abilities seem more instinctive rather than a magic spell. I guess I’m just curious what it is like being an animal but also walking on two legs. What do you prefer to be?” She blushed, realising she was barraging her friend with lots of questions. “I’m sorry if I’m bothering you. I guess I’m just curious…”
((Not great. Perhaps a time skip to the evening soon-ish?)
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| Syngey | Date: Wednesday, 21.November.2012, 11:32 AM | Message # 37 |
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| Arya ran her fingers through the still wet strands of her hair, trying to comb it as best as she could. If they did find a town, maybe she would invest in a real comb. It hadn’t really crossed her mind to bring things like that with her. Her appearance didn’t matter as much as the necessities she did bring along. But she wasn’t alone anymore. Glancing towards her new friend, she was once again confronted with her beauty, only serving to remind her of her own rough appearance in comparison. Lucky for her, this time she didn’t have a chance to feel too embarrassed, as she was quickly distracted by Ílima’s short explanation concerning their clothes. Looking at her straight on now, with an expression of awe, Arya’s tail would have been wagging with excitement if she had been in her other form.
That sounded so interesting! Would she really show her sometime? That would be really amazing. Smiling, Arya truly felt happy at that thought. “Of course! You don’t have to push yourself for me. I’d love to see something like that. It’s pretty amazing that you can do something so cool.” She had now forgotten all of her self-conscious thoughts about her appearance. She was easily distracted. Sometimes that was a good thing, but it got her into some tough spots in the past. Not wanting to push the subject further, Arya dropped it for now. She wanted to ask more questions, but she didn’t want Ílima to think that she was impatient to know everything. For now, she would put a lid on it and walk along with her friend.
As they two girls approached the road, Arya felt relieved to see that her nose hadn’t led them astray. It could usually be depended on, but she would have been embarrassed if the road wasn’t where she said it would be. Once on the road, she tried to get a little more serious. They would be more likely to run into someone here, including those who might want to do them harm. If Arya detected them early, however, they would have nothing to worry about. Thinking ahead, she supposed they would just walk along the road until the day was nearing its end, or they stumbled across a town. The thought of sleeping in a real bed was a bit inviting, so she hoped they found a town sooner rather than later.
Arya’s wandering thoughts were interrupted by Ílima’s words. Wondering what she could want to ask, her eyes focused on the girl’s face as she continued to walk along. Hearing her question, her eyes looked off to the side as she tried to consider how to answer. Honestly, she had never considered what it was like. She had certainly never been asked. She didn’t mind trying to answer for Ílima, though. She just needed a moment to think. “Hmm… well…” As she tried to come up with an answer, she ran her fingers through her hair again, finding that it was practically dry now. It felt soft to her touch, and it didn’t appear to be tangled anymore. That was good. Twirling a long strand around her finger, she finally spoke up, a bit suddenly after the short silence. “Oh! I know! It’s like, well, it’s kind of painful actually.” Letting out a short laugh, she shrugged, not wanting to alarm her friend. “Not that I mind, though. It’s like growing pains or something. I don’t really know why it’s like that, but it used to be worse, so I imagine it will go away eventually.” Pausing, she considered her words before saying more. “But, well, other than the fact that other people are scared of me, I kind of enjoy it…I mean, I love it!” Smiling brightly now, she closed her eyes and imagined herself looking through the animal’s eyes. Everything was clearer, faster, more alive. Sighing softly, she opened her eyes and looked at Ílima again. “But I wouldn’t give up my humanity either.” She wanted that to be clear. She loved both sides of herself.
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 21.November.2012, 12:59 PM | Message # 38 |
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| Melani leaped from branch to branch, making her way up one of the smaller trees that grew near the massive mega trees. She landed on a branch broad enough for three men to walk side-by-side. Her claws dug into the mossy wood as she almost slipped, her momentum from the jump almost carrying her off the walkway. Once she was steady, the dog resumed her long loping strides. She knew the drop off point for captured slaves and that seemed the best place to being her hunt. The rain had been heavy last night, so she was not particularly confident about catching a scent, but hopefully a faint trail will have been left behind by either the Elf or someone who may have had a hand in her escape. She hoped that the slavers had not arrived and trampled over everything. They did not frighten her, but it would be a pain to waste her time punishing the slavers rather than hunting down the Elf her master needed.
She made her way through the Green Woeld’s infamous canopy, pushing her way through the leaves and avoiding the infamous creatures that lurked in the darkest parts of the megaforest. They were not strong enough to kill one as her, but they could leave her with some nasty injuries and time was of the essence now. Her master had taught her ways to master the creatures of this forest, but that took time and she would much rather run than spend her time performing rituals.
Eventually after almost a whole day, the girl emerged on a branch high above the drop-off point. The slavers were milling around on the ground far below, examining the wreckage of their improvised holding cells. It appeared that the drugs they claimed could disable magic users were not as good as they thought they were. She growled softly, the men looking like ants from up in the canopy, even with her superior eyesight – there was no way they would notice her even if they did think to look up.
Snorting, she suddenly leaped from her perch high above, sailing through the air before landing on a high branch of the tree they used for tying up their captives. Her paws scrabbled on the wood for a moment before she came to a halt. Panting softly, her tongue lolled out to lick across her muzzle before she leaped down from branch to branch to the collection of splinters that had once been one of their favoured spots for hanging up particularly valuable captives. The rain had washed the broken wood clean, removing any trace of scent. Her eyes noticed some claw marks around the intact parts but it was hard to identify whether that was a local animal or something else. She placed her paw on the marks, noting her claws fitted the spot perfectly – it seemed whatever had been here was about her size. Unfortunately, most of the creatures that prowled around the surface were about her size.
A couple of slavers looked up, noticing the large black hound sniffing about their territory. They shouted angrily, a couple throwing stones. Growling angrily as they sailed past, the Cynanthrope leaped down amongst them. She barked at them, baring her teeth as they circled around her and drew their weapons.
“I would not do that if I was you,” she said, her usual enticing voice now sound a little muffled and rough through the different jaws. “I was sent by your employer to find the Elf you lost.”
They grumbled, the larger one who was their leader sheathing his weapon. “And so they sent some kind of talking dog?”
She sniffed, rolling her eyes. “What I am doesn’t matter. Just tell me what you’ve found.”
“Nothin’”
“Useless,” she growled, turning away and stalking off in the direction of the scattered ropes. Nuzzling them with her nose, the girl noticed they had been chewed. So the animal was involved… Looking back, she narrowed her eyes as her dark gaze swept over the naked weapons. “Is there something you want?”
“Our money.”
“No slave no money,” she said simply, bounding off into the woods before the slavers could even react. They would never catch her on foot and even if they somehow managed, Melani would slaughter them easily – she knew it and her master knew it too. She smiled, her sharp teeth glittering in the wan light leaking through the canopy. There was no trail, but she at least had an idea of what to look for. An intelligent animal was rare; if someone in any of the nearby villages had not seen it then she would turn into a werecat.
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| Xaimee | Date: Wednesday, 21.November.2012, 4:44 PM | Message # 39 |
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| Ílima had enjoyed the easy silence between them. At times, it felt awkward, but Arya’s moods seemed to change easily depending on the subject at hand and the girl had found that she liked how prone to excitement and happiness her friend was. It reminded her more of the dog side of the Cynanthrope and the Elf wondered how much of that side of her influence her behaviour. She did seem loyal, kind and excitable although there was a fragility underneath that from being hated and misunderstood – she could understand that side very well, it was inside her too although more obvious, perhaps.
Her violet eyes watched the other girl as she thought about her question. It appeared that she had never actually thought about what she could do and it pleased the Elf girl a little that she had provoked such thoughts in her. She was perhaps too prone to introspection and self-analysis to the point of neurosis, but it was good for people to think about the things they could do, even if it seemed natural and simple to them. Ílima did not have the ability to transform into animals and she would probably take decades to master the technique fully, Arya obviously did it out of pure instinct although she had not perfected it from the sound of it when she mentioned it hurt to transform.
“I’m glad,” said the green-haired girl softly, flicking some of her long green hair behind her shoulder. “I wish I could be so accepting of who I am.” She laughed nervously. “I guess my confidence has taken some knocks over the past couple of months.” Her memories flashed back to her father’s face at the end of her trial and she quickly pushed it aside. Those times were too fresh – too painful – they could be examined later.
The road was beginning to descend into a canyon. Cliff walls lined with crawling plants and tree roots bursting out of the rock began to close in on them. It felt rather claustrophobic, the twilight of the Green Woeld turning to a gloom as the earth closed in around them. She had no problem seeing in the dark with her dual senses, but it still put her slightly on edge. Could people be lurking above, waiting to descend and capture the two girls? It would be easy to do, and she could feel herself naturally gathering Energy to herself in case she had to defend herself.
As it turned out, that was unnecessary as they exited the shallow canyon as night fell, nothing had befallen them except for a light drizzle that mostly passed them by thanks to the enclosing walls. They continued on for another couple of hours until both of them felt far too tired to continue. It took them a little while to find a suitable place to camp, Ílima’s magical senses finally detecting a small hollow a little off the road where they would be sheltered and a campfire would not be too obvious. She had let her friend start a fire while she used her magic to move the roots subtly so they formed a more complete roof above them. Part of her hoped that the Cynanthrope did not notice the slight movements and rearranging of the wood above them – she was not sure if she was quite ready to go into a length explanation of Elfish magic tonight.
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 22.November.2012, 11:38 AM | Message # 40 |
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| Arya walked along with a nice sense of pride as she considered for nearly the first time how much she enjoyed her other form. She felt a growing urge to change right now, but she knew that she shouldn’t. Not with her new friend right here. That thought still caused her a bit of embarrassment. No, she could control herself for now. She didn’t need to change everyday after all. Although, since leaving on this journey, she had spent the majority of her time in her other form. It was probably the most time she had spent like that in her life so far. The thought almost made her sad, until she realized that she would be free to spend as much time in either form from now on. On her own, she wouldn’t have anyone forcing her to do what they wished. Smiling brightly now, she felt grateful for her new life.
Her curiosity made her want to ask Ílima what she meant by her shaken confidence. But something about her expression made Arya stop before asking anything. If she wanted to share, she would. It wouldn’t be a good idea to push her to talk about something painful, if that was the case. So far, her friend had been very kind not to ask her about her past either, so it seemed they were both aware that these things weren’t always easy to talk about. Maybe in time, but not now. Keeping quiet, Arya continued along the battered trail as it curved and eventually descended, and then ascended, in and out of the canyon. It really was beautiful, in her opinion, but maybe that was just because of how little she had seen of the world. Every day she saw something new and wonderful. Ílima was now one of those beautiful things she was able to see. She felt truly lucky.
As the pair walked, Arya was always on her guard. Her ears and nose were doing their best to detect any approaching force, but there was little to be concerned about. It was a relief really, as she didn’t want to be required to defend herself if she didn’t have to. Fighting, hurting others, brought her no joy. Even hunting had been difficult for her at first. Although, admittedly, she almost enjoyed it now. Yet this was a realization that left her somewhat uncomfortable. Once shelter was found, she was glad of it. Her feet were tired and her back was still a bit sore. She wasn’t looking forward to sleeping on the floor again, but she felt tired enough to fall asleep rather quickly whenever the time came. Arya was thankful that it hadn’t rained much this day, so making a fire naturally was possible. Now that she knew Ílima used some kind of magic, and was obviously skilled at it, she was too embarrassed to use any of the tricks she knew in front of the other girl.
Once their little camp was settled, Arya sat down in front of the fire with a sigh. She really did feel tired. Yawning, she covered her mouth with her hand and looked in Ílima’s direction, wondering if she was ready for sleep or not. “I’m beat! How about you?” Had the walking been hard on her? Considering her injuries before…although, now that she thought about it, Arya noticed that her ankles and writs seemed to be fine now. Odd. Taking off her boots, she tossed them aside carelessly. There was no reason to be neat and tidy out here. Tonight was warmer than the previous one, and the fire was rather warm, so she also took off her jacket and scarf after removing her bag. While she simply tossed her jacket on top of where her boots had fallen, she carefully folded the scarf and put it securely into her bag. Stretching her arms up into the air, she yawned once again, letting her body fall back onto where her bag was, acting as a kind of pillow. Her legs were still propped up, bent at the knee. She didn’t intent to sleep like that, but it felt nice to lay back for a moment. Her eyes remained opened, focused on nothing in particular.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 22.November.2012, 2:11 PM | Message # 41 |
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| Ílima kneeled on the ground in front of the fire with her eyes closed, her concentration completely focussed on slowly redirecting the Energy of the tree to move the roots to provide a more complete ceiling above them. She had just finished when her friend’s voice cut through her focus. Opening her eyes slowly, a small smile touched her lips when she saw the fire in front of her and the Cynanthrope sitting next to her. There current spot was even tighter than the one yesterday – they could lie down but it was not very broad so they had to sit next to one another with the fire in front of them. It made it warm, but she did feel a little awkward considering what had happened this morning…
“I’m very tired,” said the Elf girl, pushing some of her long green hair out of her face. The light reflected in her eyes, giving them a gentle glimmer. Looking to the side at Arya, their eyes met for a moment before she looked away and blushed slightly, although she hoped the heat of the fire would conceal the slight awkwardness she was displaying. She watched as the other girl made herself more comfortable, removing her boots, coat and scarf. The red garment stood out from the more natural colours of her other clothing and she wanted to ask about it, but she felt like that was something her new friend would have to bring up herself – there were plenty of things she was not ready to talk about to the girl she had only met last night.
Her eyes travelled back to the fire for a few moments, the sound of their breathing and the crackling of fire the only thing punctuating the nighttime air apart from the permanent rustle above. They had eaten some more of the dog girl’s trail mix during the day but they were almost out of that now. If they did not find a place to purchase food they would need to hunt for it and the Elf was not sure how to go about that. She hoped that Arya knew what to do or the next few days would be unpleasant. Water, was not a concern at least – they had passed many small brooks and streams while walking during the day. The other girl had seemed particularly excited about the sights they came across. Ílima enjoyed them too, although she could not help but feel like there was something bubbling below the surface of this beautiful place that set her on edge. She could still remember the scratching inside her mind. Had it all been a dream or was it something far more sinister?
She looked back at her friend, blushing slightly as she found herself studying the Cynanthrope. It was hard to imagine that someone who looked so human could have such an extraordinary gift. Her eyes were perhaps the most captivating part of her, truly unique and difficult to ignore. The rest of her were modest curves and toned limbs. Her long legs looked even better in the brown stockings – Ílima had been tempted to wear them once but she found them a little too warm most of the time – and her short skirt, which had slid down quite a bit with the way she had her legs propped up, did a lot to show off some of her best assets. What did the other girl think of her? Was Ílima pretty to her? She had no idea why it mattered, but part of her wanted to gain the approval of Arya, even if it made no sense. Her tank top was very tight and low-cut, showing off a surprising amount of cleavage for a girl with such a modest bust. The black straps of her bra contrasted darkly with her light skin and the chocolate coloured tank top. She briefly remembered handling the bra this morning, the soft black material and the cute white lace. It was really quite feminine, something she found difficult to associate with her friend despite her choice of wardrobe.
She wondered, briefly, what the girl might look like naked. The dog girl seemed to have little sense of modesty. Would she show her if she asked?
Her cheeks grew red hot at the thought of it, looking away in shame. Where had such a thought came from? She should not let her curiosity of her species get her into asking such an unseemly thing. Modesty was important to her; she should not let that be overridden so easily for the sake of satisfying her love of the unknown.
Ílima sighed softly, moving to lie down on her side with her back to her friend. “I need sleep. I’m not used to walking so much and I don’t want to slow you down.” Her voice sounded a little cold. “Good night, Arya,” said the Elf, trying to inject a little warmth into her carefully controlled voice. Her emotions were all over the place, she really needed to get a hold of herself.
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 22.November.2012, 2:54 PM | Message # 42 |
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| With her back on the ground, Arya felt her body relaxing. She really had hoped they would be sleeping in a bed tonight, though. As she imagined this hoped for scenario, she saw the two of them sharing a bed comfortably, nestled warmly beneath the covers, Ílima’s calm sleeping face pressed close against her own. Her face quickly flushed as this thought filled her mind. What was she thinking? Why would they share a bed? That wouldn’t be necessary. And even if it turned out that way, why had the thought pleased her so much? That really came out of nowhere. Weird. Taking a deep breath, Arya centered herself in reality once more. She couldn’t understand why her mind had wandered to that place, but she blamed it on the fact that she was so tired her thoughts were simply confused.
As she was feeling a little awkward with her thoughts, she was rather glad that Ílima didn’t seem to want much conversation. She seemed pretty tired too. The day had been long, but not unpleasant. Arya had seen lots of new things and she wasn’t alone. There was little to complain about. As she thought about the day ahead, she felt like it would be another nice adventure together. She wondered what kinds of terrain they would come across and if they would see any other people. Nice people hopefully. There hadn’t been any trace of followers today, and she hoped it stayed that way. Perhaps Ílima’s captors didn’t think it was worth it to pursue her. Not that Arya thought the Elf wasn’t worth it. She was probably really valuable in a number of ways. But she shouldn’t be thinking of her friend like that.
Hearing Ílima speak again, Arya’s golden-red eyes looked towards her as she turned her head to get a better look. She saw that the other girl was preparing to sleep now, with her back facing her direction. There wasn’t much room, so it was only natural that she took a spot next to her, but she couldn’t help feeling a bit nervous as the alluring scent of the Elf came so close to her. Her mind immediately recalled the morning’s events, causing her face to flush. Not only that, but she got the feeling that Ílima wasn’t in the friendliest of moods suddenly. Had she done something to annoy her? Frowning, Arya felt a sinking in her stomach at that thought. She couldn’t think of anything she had done, but maybe that wasn’t it. Maybe it was something she hadn’t done? Should she have done more to help prepare the camp? Although the way she spoke her name made her feel a little better, she definitely got the sense that something was off.
Unable to muster the courage to ask, Arya simply pretended she hadn’t noticed the change in mood. “Good night and sweet dreams, Ílima.” She really meant that, considering the trouble Ílima had last night with her dreams. Or, at least, that was what Arya assumed had caused her to be in such distress. Saying nothing more, she let her legs rest on the ground now, and she faced forward with her back on the hard surface, trying to fall asleep. However, her mind wouldn’t calm down. Looking at the Elf once again, she noted that she didn’t have anything for a pillow. It was warm enough so that the blanket wasn’t really necessary, but she might use it as a cushion. Sitting up, Arya reached behind her to get her bag. Pulling out the blanket, she rolled it up and scooted closer to Ílima. She wasn’t sure if she was already sleeping, but she didn’t want to take the chance of waking her up. So, without saying anything, she gently lifted Ílima’s head and quickly slipped the bundled blanket underneath, letting her head rest back onto the fabric. Too embarrassed to even see if Ílima would react, asleep or not, Arya turned on her side, resting her head back onto her bag, with her back towards the other girl, legs curled up close to her body. Sighing softly, she hoped this would help her sleep. And, soon enough, after closing her eyes, the warmth of the shelter and the crackle of the fire put her to sleep.
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| Xaimee | Date: Thursday, 22.November.2012, 5:53 PM | Message # 43 |
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| The Elf girl opened her eyes, finding mist instead of the expected root ceiling. She sat up, finding herself lying in the middle of a clearing. The damp had soaked into her dress, making it clingy and partially transparent although not enough to show off her underwear too clearly. She hugged herself, shivering slightly. There were more sounds of war around her, angry shouting and howls of ravening beasts. More bestial shadows were visible in the fog, lithe shadows fighting against them, driving them back.
Ílima shrunk back from the fighting; searching for some spot she could hide in. She could see nothing but a large tree root sloping upwards into the mist. Seeing no other way, the Elf walked up the moss-covered limb and out of the clearing. She clambered her way up a number of branches that were close together, using a few hanging plants to get up to a higher spot. The fighting continued beneath her, the clash of weapons and bodies ringing up the network of interwoven branches she was clambering over.
A roar echoed behind her, sending a chill down her spin. Looking over her shoulder, a shadowy hound was stalking its way towards her. She felt her head beginning to ache, that scratching presence nearby but not inside her like last time. It felt like it was searching for her, as if she had lost it by travelling with Arya.
Moving quickly, the girl leaped up to grab at a branch overhead that would get her out of reach of the beast coming after her. She felt herself sliding off, the moist wood betraying her grip. Her legs wrapped around it, her hand finding a knot that she gripped tightly to help keep her up. Looking down, the beast was beneath her, staring up at her. It began to jump up at her, clawing at the air just beneath her. She whimpered, struggling to stop herself from falling into the welcoming claws and jaws of the evil shape beneath her.
In the waking world, Ílima had been moving around in her sleep, rolling around from side to side until she came to a halt facing Arya. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms and legs around the other girl, her hand grabbing tightly onto the Cynanthrope’s left breast through her clothing. Her fingers dug hard into the supple flesh, the girl crying out in her sleep and whimpering as the nightmare presence threatened to get inside her mind again like last time.
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| Syngey | Date: Thursday, 22.November.2012, 11:29 PM | Message # 44 |
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| Sleep overtook Arya quickly. Her dreams were free from stress, allowing her to sleep rather peacefully. There were a few passing moments when she found herself waking up just long enough to shift to a more comfortable spot. Now and then a dull pain would wake her, as her body would become sore from resting too long in the same position on the hard ground. But even when she woke for this, she was only barely conscious of being awake at all. She wouldn’t even bother to open her eyes. This was not how she reacted when she was woken up by the other girl’s actions.
When she suddenly felt the sensation of something wrapped around her, Arya’s eyes shot open. Panic consumed her as her heart beat rapidly, pounding against her chest so quickly that it was difficult to breathe. But then, not only was she bound by something, there was a curious pressing against her breast. It wasn’t a gentle pressing either. It was rough, almost violent, and a bit painful. As her senses returned to her, her nose picked up the nearby scent of the Elf. That’s right, they were sleeping close tonight. But, they hadn’t fallen asleep this close…Moving her gaze downward, she saw that there was a hand on her breast. A hand she knew to belong to Ílima. And there was also a whimpering, similar to the one she had heard the morning before when the other girl had woken her up.
As the situation became clear, Arya’s fear was quelled, but her heart would not slow down. Knowing that Ílima was touching her in such an intimate way changed her initial reaction from pain to something that could only be described as desirous. Feeling her whole body heat up, her breast became more sensitive under Ílima’s touch. And then there was the fact that her arms and legs were wrapped around her body, clinging to her, coming far too close to her most intimate area. This was bad. She had to do something.
Feeling pained by the sound of Ílima’s whimpering, and embarrassed at her bodily reaction to the situation, Arya decided she had to wake the other girl up fast. She wanted to turn her body, but she couldn’t free herself from the Elf’s grasp. Whatever she thought she was holding onto wasn’t something she wanted to let go of apparently. Instead, Arya managed to move her right arm enough to grasp the girl’s free hand in an attempt to wake her. Trying to shake her hand, she called out as she had the morning before. “Ílima! Ílima, you need to wake up!” Considering how scared she had looked before, and assuming this dream was related to the previous one, she thought to console her as well. This might help break through the dream and wake her. “Ílima! Open your eyes, it’s okay, it’s just a dream!” Instinctually, Arya squeezed Ílima’s hand tighter now, in a comforting way, as if to show somehow that she was there to help.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 4:47 AM | Message # 45 |
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| In her dream, the beast was still trying to get to her. She clung harder to the branch, tightening her grip on its slippery surface and digging her fingers in where she could. A warm hand suddenly took her other hand, gently pulling at her and trying to get her away from the ravening beast and its master who was getting closer and closer. Accepting the help gladly, a familiar gentle voice called out to her as she felt herself rising out of the animal’s reach. Her violet eyes opened to find them looking straight into Arya’s reddish eyes. Her cheeks instantly turned scarlet, the feeling of the other’s breath on her face and lips surprisingly pleasant. Backing away hurriedly, the Elf girl barely noticed what she had been touching or that her limbs had been wrapped around the other.
“I’m sorry,” said the Elf girl quickly as she sat up. It seemed to be early morning judging by the light and the sound of a light drizzle outside accompanied the usual rustling from above. She shifted to tuck her legs under her, adjusting her dress so it covered her bottom half completely. Her heart was beating fast, cold sweat trickling down her spine and a dull ache scratching in the back of her head. It was not as bad as last night, but she could still feel that vague primal terror as before but to a lesser degree. Her hands were shaking as she tried to regain control of herself, her breathing heavy and panicked from waking up so suddenly in such a compromising position.
She felt so tired, as if she had never slept at all, but that was probably just the adrenaline starting to fade as she slowly calmed down. Sighing softly, the girl thought about looking at her friend but she felt far too embarrassed about what happened. “I’m so sorry. I don’t even know why I keep having these nightmares. I never used to have them, even when I slept in here before.” Her fingers pushed into her green hair, massaging her scalp. “I wish I could remember them, and then maybe I can figure out why they’re happening.” Sighing softly, she closed her violet eyes and forced herself to breathe more slowly and regularly. “Thank you for being so understanding. I don’t know if I could be so calm if you did something like that to me…” She laughed nervously. The Elf coughed a little, glancing to the side at the Cynanthrope. “Do you still have some water? My throat is killing me.”
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 10:58 AM | Message # 46 |
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| Arya breathed heavily as she held firmly, but gently, onto Ílima’s hand. She noted that it felt soft to touch, but she couldn’t think about stuff like that. It was hard enough calming down in this situation. Luckily, her attempt to wake the other girl worked, and soon enough she saw her eyes opening, looking straight at her. As the violet orbs stared at her, Arya’s face flushed, her heart racing even faster than before. Her own eyes traced the alluring outline of Ílima’s lips, noticing for the first time how beautiful they looked. Were they soft? They looked soft. She felt a strong sensation pulling her forward. Her lips wanted to feel what the Elf’s lips felt like. It was all she could think about.
Knocking her back into reality, Ílima’s voice rang in her ears. In a flash, they were separated, the moment had passed. Arya tried to recover her breathing and her composure. How could she have had those thoughts? Thankfully she didn’t have the chance to act on her instincts. Wouldn’t that have been taking advantage of the situation? Sitting up slowly, her whole body was covered in sweat. There was also a distinct tingling sensation flowing through her, making it difficult to even imagine standing up. It was even difficult to sit up properly, so she had to place her hands on the ground behind her to keep from falling over. Why was she reacting so strongly to this?
Finding it impossible to say anything just yet, Arya remained silent as she tried to control her breathing. She kept her eyes focused on Ílima, as she couldn’t seem to look anywhere else. She wanted to ask if she felt okay, but the words would not form. As the other girl spoke up, she eyed her with concern. That sounded like a rough dream. And she didn’t remember it? Frowning, she felt sorry for her new friend. She really seemed to be suffering here. Could she do anything to help? She didn’t have much of a chance to think about it, as Ílima took charge and asked for some water. Perking up, feeling a sense of purpose, she reached behind her and grabbed her bag, setting it roughly in her lap as she dug through it for her water canteen.
Finding the leather container, Arya pulled it out, unscrewed the cap, and handed it to Ílima. It wasn’t a large container, but she always refilled it whenever she had the chance. “H-here.” She heard her voice cracking as she tried to speak, but she was glad to have at least spoken. Maybe she should have taken some of that water too. Swallowing hard, she felt her body was cooling off slowly. That was a relief. She hoped her face wasn’t too red, or that at least Ílima didn’t notice. She didn’t want her thinking anything weird about her reaction to all of this. It was embarrassing enough to be having these thoughts.
Keeping her eyes focused on her fragile friend, Arya cleared her throat to speak. “Are you okay? Now, I mean, do you feel okay?” She was concerned that she might be hurting somewhere, and she still looked pretty shaken up in general. Poor girl. Hadn’t she already been through enough on this journey? Perhaps she had been through even more before they had met? It just didn’t seem fair. Such a nice, pretty girl shouldn’t have to deal with all of this. Placing her hand on her chest, Arya felt that her heart was aching. Had it been bad to wake up with such a fright? Or was it something else? “And don’t worry about apologizing. I really don’t mind.” In a way she really didn’t…it was kind of nice being held, even if it had hurt a little. As she pressed her hand against her chest, she brushed against her breast as well, feeling that it was sore to the touch. Well, she didn’t need to bother Ílima with that information.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 11:55 AM | Message # 47 |
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| Ílima was grateful for how kindly Arya treated her. She had after all rescued her from certain death, cared for her while she was sick, and now looked after her as best she could while she had these horrible nightmares. She knew that she did things to the other girl during them, although she was foggy on the details, and it had to be hard for the dog girl to cope with it all while trying to rest from such a long day.
As she was watching the Cynanthrope digging through her pack for some water, her violet eyes happened on her skirt that was practically flipped up the other way. It was nothing she had not seen before, but for some reason it made her feel a strange tension she had never felt before. Biting her lip, she looked down at her own clothing and was pleased to say it was in pretty good condition. She had already fixed the bottom that had hiked up a little from holding her friend and her straps had not slipped down during the thrashing in her sleep.
Glancing back at the other girl, she noticed that her tanktop was in complete disarray too, the brown fabric pulled down to reveal the top of her bra with the white lace shining brightly in the dying embers of the fire and the dim morning light. Her focus was oddly on the bra strap that had fallen, although she could not understand why that would fascinate her so. She blinked when she spoke, realising that she had found the water at last. “Oh… thank you,” said Ílima, blushing softly while taking her canteen. Their fingers brushed over each other’s for a moment, an odd sensation crossing over her that sent a not unpleasant shiver down her spine. Giving the other a nervous smile, she drank deeply from the canteen before offering it back to her friend.
“I’m better, thank you,” said the Elf girl softly, trying not to look too much at her friend’s rather chaotic appearance. For some reason, her eyes kept travelling back to her and she could not understand why. Was it so bad to see the girl like this? She had seen her sitting around in her underwear and they had held a reasonably coherent conversation. Despite the logic, a part of her felt more nervous than before about it all. It was not immodesty that was bothering her now. It was more the desire to look and to enjoy that warm closeness that she had felt just before she woke up.
Sighing softly, she decided she needed some fresh air despite the light drizzle outside. “I’ll be ba—” She yelped as she stood up too fast and hit her head on the low ceiling above them. Her usual elfish grace failed her as a combination of tiredness and dizziness from the ache in the back and top of her head left her too slow to react. She fell, finding herself a rather soft landing as her head crashed onto Arya’s chest. The underwire of the other girl’s bra dug into her face a little until she brought her head up, finding herself face to face with the other’s brilliant gold and red eyes. Her body was stiff and refused to move, her breathing coming in pants. How had they ended up like this?
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 12:47 PM | Message # 48 |
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| Arya remained ignorant of just how much she was showing of herself, but it was unlikely she would have done much to remedy the situation anyway. They were both girls after all, and Ílima had already seen her in much less before. Besides, she was much too concerned with getting herself together mentally to bother with her clothes. Sighing, her hand remained over her chest, feeling her heart continue to beat strongly from the shock she had experienced. Not just with the way she had woken up, but with how she was feeling now. Why couldn’t she calm down? Why couldn’t she take her eyes off Ílima? Wanting to force this feeling out of her, she closed her eyes as she tried to calm her breathing. This wasn’t successful, however, and after a moment she was forced to open her eyes when Ílima offered the water back to her. Taking advantage of this, she quickly took a deep drink from the canteen herself. This helped to cool her down a bit thankfully.
Finishing her drink, she screwed the cap back on the canteen and tossed it back into her bag, which she set aside. Hearing Ílima explain that she was feeling better now, a small smile spread across her lips. That was good. Arya managed to keep her eyes focused on the ground now rather than her friend. This helped her calm down, as her breathing slowly returned to a manageable speed. If she could just put her mind onto something else she could recover from her strange thoughts. It seemed she was going to get her chance as Ílima intended to head out. Arya didn’t feel the need to follow her this time as she sounded like she was more in control of her emotions this morning.
Expecting to have a moment alone to gather her thoughts, Arya was surprised to hear a cry coming from Ílima. Whipping her head up to see what the problem was, she was greeted with more than she bargained for. Feeling the other girl’s body crash into hers, her eyes widened with shock. What happened? Was Ílima okay? Had she passed out? Confusion swirled around her, but as she looked down to check on the other girl’s condition, Arya found that Ílima was actually looking straight at her. As their eyes met, her face reddened with embarrassment as her whole body began to heat up once again. There were those lips again. Staring right at her, drawing her in. And they way she had fallen, right into her chest. At first, this had caused a little pain, especially to her left breast that was till sore from before, but now that she looked at her closely, seeing her so close to her breasts caused her body to tingle in a strange way.
Breathing heavily, Arya found she could do nothing to shift her eyes away from the beautiful girl pressed against her. Why didn’t she move? Shouldn’t she say something? But no words would come out. It was as if she no longer controlled her own body. Moving forward, she reached her right arm around to Ílima’s back and took hold of the fabric of the Elf’s soft dress. As she did this, she used her strength to pull the small figure of the girl closer to her face until their lips were touching. Her own lips were a bit coarse, and almost forceful in their intentions. Barely aware of what she was doing, Arya did nothing to pull away from the kiss that she had initiated. She also moved her hand up Ílima’s back slowly as she felt the girl’s long hair brush against her fingers. Her whole body tingled with excitement, and her mind was blank.
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| Xaimee | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 3:10 PM | Message # 49 |
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| Ílima found her violet gaze captivated by the shining red and gold irises of her friend. She did not notice anything about their awkward position or the reactions of the other girl until she felt fingers curling into the back of her dress. Her body stiffened, expecting to be pulled upwards to get herself out of her precarious position, but instead she found herself being put upwards. Inadvertently, the Cynanthrope had grabbed hold of the back of her bra in the process of grabbing the silky fabric of her dress. She grunted as she felt the undergarment pulling at the underside of her breasts before physics took over and it slipped completely over her bosom, letting her breasts spring out of their original confinement. Blushing deeply as the cups came to a rest on her chest, leaving the pale supple flesh unsupported and uncovered except for the white cloth of her dress.
Whimpering softly in total embarrassment, the Elf girl had been about to open her mouth to ask Arya to let her go when she suddenly felt the others mouth on top of hers. She froze, her fists clenching by her side and her entire body growing stiff. Her own lips did not move at first as her friend kissed her gently on the lips, the soft flesh feeling like silk on her own pink lips. A pleasant heat began to flow through her, relaxing her body and emptying her mind of her current embarrassment and awkwardness. Very slowly and timidly, she began to return the kiss, her own lips moving with equal fervour. Everything melted away until it was just the feeling of their lips together and their bodies sharing warmth.
Eventually, she pulled away, her cheeks a deep red. The world came back suddenly, the realisation of what just happened hitting her like a sledgehammer. She sat up quickly, holding the front of her dishevelled dress that had ridden down after being hauled up by the back. Turning her back on Arya, she tried her best to adjust her clothing so everything was back in its proper place but her shaky hands and the confusion in her mind was making it much more difficult than it should be.
She had just kissed Arya. Why had that happened? She was a different species... She was a girl! The Elf did not think of girls in that way, she was sure of it. If that was so, however, why had she returned the other girls kiss and enjoyed it? She dismissed that part. It was irrelevant. The Cynanthrope was not an Elf and if her people were distrustful of outsiders, a relationship with one was beyond anything. A part of her mind reminded her that she was banished and she could do nothing more to offend her people, but another part of her was afraid. When the time came to return home, would they accept someone who had left them and indulged themselves with other species? She shook her head. It was all too much. She wanted desperately to have another kiss, but she wanted to run as far away as she could too. These feelings frightened and confused her. They were so new and they had such a hold on her. What could she do?
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| Syngey | Date: Friday, 23.November.2012, 4:01 PM | Message # 50 |
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| Arya couldn’t explain why she had kissed her new friend, but she had and she couldn’t take it back now. Would Ílima be angry with her? Yet, she felt her return her kiss, right? Was that what she was feeling? It was all so confusing, and it happened so fast that she could barely understand what was happening to her. One thing she clearly understood was when Ílima pulled away. It became clear to her that she had felt the clasp of her bra when she pulled her up to her face. When the Elf turned away from her, she felt as if she must have done something wrong. She shouldn’t have kissed her like that. How had it even happened? Trying to speak, she found she couldn’t think of what to say.
Watching Ílima try to readjust, Arya noticed that she had apparently pulled her bra off partially. The thought only intensified her embarrassment. She had to say something. She needed to apologize. She didn’t want to lose her only friend so soon. “I-I’m so sorry. I really am.” Her voice was shaky, revealing just how frazzled she was by this whole situation. What had possessed her to do such a thing? And why had she enjoyed it so much? That’s right, she had enjoyed it. How long would she have continued doing that, or worse, what else would she have done if Ílima hadn’t pulled away? Closing her eyes, her stomach dropped. Why was she like this? She shouldn’t even think about a girl like that.
Sighing, Arya closed her eyes and rubbed them with her hands. Speaking softly now, she wondered if she might be traveling alone after this. “I understand if you hate me.” What she really wanted was to forget this ever happened. Was that possible? She hoped that somehow Ílima could forgive her for acting so strangely. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I guess I’m just tired.” She knew that wasn’t true, she knew there was more to it than that, but she couldn’t handle the thought of Ílima leaving her side so suddenly. “I promise, I won’t do it again.” Opening her eyes, she looked towards her friend, secretly wondering if she could keep that promise. Even now, as she felt shame and confusion, her body tingled from the recent excitement the kiss had brought her.
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