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- Speed of Light
- Writing Levels
- Douche
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
Four hours earlier...
The maiden's hands cupped, lifting the water of the Gladwallow Brook and letting it fall across her head and shoulders. Her hair was golden, slicked back from elven features and long enough to splay halo-like around her body. And like this she listened to the stream's rushing melody, eyes closed as slender legs kicked gently to keep her afloat. The pool was fed by water from a hundred smaller creaks trickling through the verdant forest, and in the distance the great waterfalls crashed towards the ruins of Rivermar. The sun was high this morning, silvering the water and catching gold upon her curves.
But when at last she turned, her clothes had vanished from the riverbank.
Her green eyes drifted upwards, taking in the long boot, the leg, the body and then the face of the man who watched her. "Crayden. You have been gone much time."
The ranger's mouth curled in a half smile. "Oh, but I didn't forget you, precious."
Only her shoulders were above the water, yet still she felt his eyes move over her. "Where are my clothes?"
"Spirited 'em away," The man was gnawing on a chunk of bread, crumbs falling into the water between them as he grinned, "Ranger spell. Only way to break it is to tell me yer name."
For two years she had bathed in this stream. For two years Crayden had stalked her. And for two years she had given him nothing. Now, as before, she moved her limbs in slow rhythm and held his gaze. "And what would you do with my name, Crayden the Quick?"
The ranger chuckled and his other hand came to rest on the hilt of his longsword. "Well precious, it's only fair I can scream your name while you're screaming mine."
She didn't flinch. Her eyes were sharp and her skin unflushed. "You forget yourself. A ranger should not become the beasts he walks with. His part is to..."
He cut her off as he tore the bread in his hands. "I dreamed about you last night. You finally got tired of bathing out here alone. You needed my talents... for that spot you couldn't reach." He slowly slipped out his tongue and laughed at her again, savouring the moment. "You dream about me, beautiful?"
Her eyes flitted, her face dropping slightly, and it only broadened his smile. She went to speak then hesitated, then all at once waded up the riverbank to push past him. Water drained in silver rivulets down her body as she moved. "Give me my clothes."
"That's a yes, ain't it?" He moved in front of her. "You dreamed about me."
"Crayden, just pl--"
"What did you dream?"
She tried to get past him but his hand shot forward, seizing her wrist and twisting it. Her soaking body came against him and she gasped in pain, held there as he smiled down at her distress. "What did you dream? Huh?"
He twisted again, making her back arch and her mouth gasp wider. "Huh?"
"HUH?"
"YOU'LL DIE!"
The shout caught between the trees, echoing louder than the crashing stream, and with its suddenness his hand released. Crayden's smile was gone, his eyes changing their shape and growing darker. They watched each other with their anguish mirrored. The maiden was almost crying. "On this quest..." she whispered, "...you will give your life..."
There was wildness in the ranger's stare... the eyes of a cornered beast... of an animal far from home and stricken in the hunt. Still he watched her, but his gaze no longer roving amidst her flesh. It was fixed solely upon her eyes, seeking the truth of what she had spoken. Then he saw the tear that cut down her cheek... the words that hung upon her lips. "Crayden..."
The ranger turned sharply and strode away, heading down the riverside towards the ruins. He spoke no further. He did not look back.
And the maiden, naked and shivering, watched him go and felt the pain that now moved with him.
The maiden's hands cupped, lifting the water of the Gladwallow Brook and letting it fall across her head and shoulders. Her hair was golden, slicked back from elven features and long enough to splay halo-like around her body. And like this she listened to the stream's rushing melody, eyes closed as slender legs kicked gently to keep her afloat. The pool was fed by water from a hundred smaller creaks trickling through the verdant forest, and in the distance the great waterfalls crashed towards the ruins of Rivermar. The sun was high this morning, silvering the water and catching gold upon her curves.
But when at last she turned, her clothes had vanished from the riverbank.
Her green eyes drifted upwards, taking in the long boot, the leg, the body and then the face of the man who watched her. "Crayden. You have been gone much time."
The ranger's mouth curled in a half smile. "Oh, but I didn't forget you, precious."
Only her shoulders were above the water, yet still she felt his eyes move over her. "Where are my clothes?"
"Spirited 'em away," The man was gnawing on a chunk of bread, crumbs falling into the water between them as he grinned, "Ranger spell. Only way to break it is to tell me yer name."
For two years she had bathed in this stream. For two years Crayden had stalked her. And for two years she had given him nothing. Now, as before, she moved her limbs in slow rhythm and held his gaze. "And what would you do with my name, Crayden the Quick?"
The ranger chuckled and his other hand came to rest on the hilt of his longsword. "Well precious, it's only fair I can scream your name while you're screaming mine."
She didn't flinch. Her eyes were sharp and her skin unflushed. "You forget yourself. A ranger should not become the beasts he walks with. His part is to..."
He cut her off as he tore the bread in his hands. "I dreamed about you last night. You finally got tired of bathing out here alone. You needed my talents... for that spot you couldn't reach." He slowly slipped out his tongue and laughed at her again, savouring the moment. "You dream about me, beautiful?"
Her eyes flitted, her face dropping slightly, and it only broadened his smile. She went to speak then hesitated, then all at once waded up the riverbank to push past him. Water drained in silver rivulets down her body as she moved. "Give me my clothes."
"That's a yes, ain't it?" He moved in front of her. "You dreamed about me."
"Crayden, just pl--"
"What did you dream?"
She tried to get past him but his hand shot forward, seizing her wrist and twisting it. Her soaking body came against him and she gasped in pain, held there as he smiled down at her distress. "What did you dream? Huh?"
He twisted again, making her back arch and her mouth gasp wider. "Huh?"
"HUH?"
"YOU'LL DIE!"
The shout caught between the trees, echoing louder than the crashing stream, and with its suddenness his hand released. Crayden's smile was gone, his eyes changing their shape and growing darker. They watched each other with their anguish mirrored. The maiden was almost crying. "On this quest..." she whispered, "...you will give your life..."
There was wildness in the ranger's stare... the eyes of a cornered beast... of an animal far from home and stricken in the hunt. Still he watched her, but his gaze no longer roving amidst her flesh. It was fixed solely upon her eyes, seeking the truth of what she had spoken. Then he saw the tear that cut down her cheek... the words that hung upon her lips. "Crayden..."
The ranger turned sharply and strode away, heading down the riverside towards the ruins. He spoke no further. He did not look back.
And the maiden, naked and shivering, watched him go and felt the pain that now moved with him.