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You need to rest. They had gotten to Tantus, now they needed a safe and quiet place for him to rest. She drifted from his side, scouting the immediately area. Most of it was burned and destroyed from the fire. One of the fires had originated here and it showed. The land was charred and nearly lifeless, it was desolate. Lips pursed. Interesting decision... She found a tree, or what was left of it, but there was a den already carved into the base of the trunk. Paws worked briskly as she cleared out the immediate area, finding a patch of grass that survived within the tree. A pleased smile briefly touched her lips.
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Over here. Her neck would crane as she peered over her shoulder at him. As soon as he was situated, she could heal him, get him cleaned up and return to the forest before anyone noticed she was gone. Her body fell into a familiar posture of submission, though her gaze remained fixed on his face. Tension rippled across her muscles, ears twitched restlessly. She had been nervous the entire walk, fearing that the witch or her escort would manifest an drag her away or kill him. Still she worried that they might find her and punish her for aiding the enemy. 


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@Israfel
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Thew <i>oscillated</i> in waves across the framework fastened of empyrean alabaster silks, vestments tainted and <i>soiled</i> by both that of dry and <i>fresh</i> liquid which but crusted and poured from the asunder flesh upon the beast. Bodice of virile intertwinements of tendon and flesh rose and fell with rapidness, evident of the receding pain killers which had numbed the agony of war wounds. Elegant war stallion, prancing upon springs like that of a dressage steed, but had failed in his demeanor in such. With pride did he carry himself to the best of his ability, at least for most of the travel from the other side of the mountain range… Forth from the risen stature of monarchial dome held on high by the muscular neck was now but lowered so that the nose did barely drag against the crisp soil as nares flared and constricted with each faint and <i>muffled</i> groan. Muscles seemed <i>abalaze</i> with the ramifications of battle, as wounds seeped <i>life</i>. Perhaps such wounds would have not been as bad as now if he had stayed <i>still</i>, had not dared to travel across the range… <p>

Shoulders flexed and popped lazily as slippers but did still glide in <i>ethereal</i> graces across the earth, equally as languid as the stature of which he took. Nares followed the perfume of the qeuit maiden, staying ever close to her side as the darkness encroached upon him. <i>Loneliness intertwined with pain…</i>. Trust seemed to effervesce from the gentleman, this woman his confidant in such circumstances, and to her beckoning did fine slippers find the lush grass which did lay within the tree. With the exhaustion which riddled his bones did knees <i>buckle</i> and <i>snap</i> immediately, mammoth construct sailing downwards so that he landed upon front knees, bent as the buttocks remained in the air momentarily. Neck curled inwards as head bowed and the brute’s backend swayed to the right as he crashed to his side, rolling upwards faintly so that he was twisted yet could lay his head upon massive paws. Subtle groans escaped him, like a domineering stallion suffering from colic…


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He was silent, moving without a sound. He would move beneath the tree, crashing to the earth with a muted thud. He was visibly exhausted, that much was certain. The ivory giant lacked his usual grace, his front ending crashing, leaving his rump momentarily suspended in the air before the rest of him followed. She inched closer with caution, drawing on her magic, feeling its warm spread through her veins. A forepaw slid forward, seeking to rest on top of his own. With concentration, she would push the magic from her system into his own, the healing magic winding up his leg before reaching across his frame.
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She was by no means a strong magic user, she had been forbidden from practicing for so long that much of her strength had left her. Tiny jaws parted in a light pant, exhaustion quickly creeping in. She did was she could to ease his pain and stop the bleeding, but his wounds would have to heal naturally. Magic snapped back to her before vanish, leaving her slumped and weary, it was like she had just run from one end of vindico to the other. She relaxed against the ground, slumping in a very unlady-like manner. Going home was going to be dreadful.


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@Israfel
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<i>Warmth</i>. It reached out to him, <i>embracing</i> him like the tenderness of the bosom of a mother, <i>held close and nestled within safety</i>. Intermingled with the tingling sensation as flesh began to close, was the delicate perfume of his silent maiden. Trepidation momentarily did recede from her aroma, divulging the <i>true</i> sweetness to the scent. Supple bubblegum kissers pirouetted, etching a grin at a singular end as the auricles flicked forth upon the dome in her direction. Audible was petite frame shuddering down against the earth as he had. Although exhaustion did still riddle his bones was it the hind legs gently lifted but barely inches from the earth and the sir’s buttocks wiggled faintly as he crawled a few paces forward so that the moist fuchsia gem fastened upon the end of the muzzle would seek out her paw, to rest his right cheek there if allowed. <p>

Soft sigh escaped the gentleman as muscles relaxed and wintry lashes as thick as frosted evergreens did flick downwards to <i>veil</i> the gemstones of cotton candy delights. Sumptuous lashes casting deepening shadows across arched cheek bones, masculine yet defined in <i>gentle</i> demeanor as repose blanketed over him, a <i>safeness</i> enclosing. <font color=#ffb6c1>”<i>Mes remerciements dame Erish</i>"</font> Murmured he, tongue rolling in exotic accents of a history long forgotten. Nares flared to inhale her perfume once more as he gently spoke once more, <font color=#ffb6c1>" You have helped me from another predicament… "</font> Soft was the chuckle, disappearing before he continued his articulations, <font color=#ffb6c1> "Thank you, but your kindness you do not have to waste on a foolish man as myself… "</font> Still yet, lashes remained closed in repose.


<font color=#ffb6c1>“Speech”</font>

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“Mes remerciements dame Erish"  = "My thanks Lady Erish"

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@Erish
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A grin curled his cherry hued lips. He would scoot closer, his rump wiggling. Cool nose would touch her paw and she would watch with uncertainty. Eyes slid shut as his cheek came to rest against her flesh, he was warm and his touch was soft. She didn't move, reminding as still as a statue. Foreign words rolled smoothly off his tongue, each syllable heavily accented by his strange tongue. A soft chuckle would follow his next words, softening her uncertain expression. You were kind to me, I should repay it. She murmured, peering down at him.
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His eyes remain shut as he fell quiet. She would watch him, taking time to regain energy before she traveled back. Hesitantly her crown would lower to rest on her down paws, though it would leave her face beside his own. Bushy tail curled around her petite figure as she dared to relax. She kept reminding herself that she didn't need to worry around him, that she could drop her defenses and try to enjoy his presence. But the past constantly nipped at her heels, memories assaulted her battered mind, refusing to allow her a chance at happiness. 


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@Israfel
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Garland fastened of argent silks, flicked and swiveled upon the dome ever reactive to the simplistic lyrics which slipped from her lips. Tendrils of vestments sewn to <i>flesh</i> and <i>bone</i> seemed electrified, divulging the presence of what did lay around him, how the very earth <i>curved</i> and <i>rolled</i> beneath his belly. Duplex tails swished faintly behind his buttocks before coming to coil about his side, <i>relaxing</i>. Yet still bodice rose and fell with swiftness, evident of the pain which racked the body from torn asunder flesh as it strived to pull itself together and mend broken cavities. Although still silence blanketed, even after she had spoken of repayment for his good nature. Alas, it was indeed only just that, <i>his nature</i>. <p>

Wintry veils <i>fluttered</i> with enchanting marvels of <i>Papillion</i> wings, shuddering umbrage flicking like flames across arched cheek bones, refined and <i>defined</i>; ever still did such veils protect the harbored oculars of <i>blindness</i> betwixt. Supple sigh escaped the brute as his cheek seemed to <i>melt</i> against the security of the maiden’s paw, her frame seeming to shift closer as <i>warmth</i> enclosed them. <font color=#ffb6c1>”No repayment is necessary…”</font> mumbled he as the rodent nestled behind his left audit squeezed faintly, curling up and joining their repose. <font color=#ffb6c1>”One does not show compassion in regards to receive it back….”</font> Auricles shifted backwards momentarily, laying over Cithara in the process before returning upwards. A foolish man was he… jejune in his ways… there was ever much knowledge for him to acquire yet…



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@Erish
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A smile touched her lips. The expression was foreign, feeling like her muscles were straining. He would mumble soft words that he was kind to her in hopes of gaining kindness in return. But the smile would fade. They want to know where you will have your pack. She murmured, ears falling back against her skull, muscles stiffening with tension once more. I don't know what to tell them. Could she betray him for the sake of avoiding punishment or did she lie and risk being exposed and punished for it. The scurry of a creature pulled her gaze to the rodent that curled up behind his ear, resting there silently with her companion. She would shift, once again ill at ease in her own flesh. Why did the gods punish her so? What had she done that she deserved such a retched life? Her tail would curl tighter around her petite figure, a form of protection against the bushy appendage. 


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@Israfel
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<i>Withdraw</i> did the gentleman, refine alabaster cheek sliding forth from the resting position of the maiden’s paw. Although without the visionary expertise of the bubble gum orbits was it genteel sir did focus the <i>unseeing</i> optical gemstones upon her face. Brows faintly furrowed as garland of ivory flattened against the cranium like that of a war helmet. Virile bodice did thrum and <i>quicken</i> did the pulse as the salmon hued appendage flicked outwards to wet the lips; a faulty design. As such it was throat had become dried and the throat had knotted gently as cotton candy lips as supple as sugar and <i>satin</i> parted with quizzical notions. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Who?”</font> Questioned the man, articulations filled with a bitterness which was but not of <i>ire</i> but of <i>betrayal</i>. Forth upon the cranium, burrowed within the silken tendrils of ivory did the diminutive rodent stir, her fiery pink eyes focusing upon the maiden.


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@Erish
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His crown would lift, his unseeing gaze on her face. His brows furrowed as ears fell back against his ivory crown. He would inquire about who, the bitterness evident in his voice. She would cringe, flinching away from him. My mistress and he escort. She would mumble, her petite form curling up tighter. Her gaze shifted between her paws and his face. I don't know why she wants to know, she got the forest. She stumbled frantically over her words, her crown shaking back and forth with uncertainty. She shouldn't be telling him this, she shouldn't have followed him this far. It was a mistake. Wide eyes bounced back and forth, her uncertainty and panic mixing for a dangerous concoction. I-I-I'm sorry.


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@Israfel
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In repetition from meetings from earlier times did the <i>stench</i> of anxiety flicker in <i>licking</i> waves across the atmosphere to assault the dapper sir. Yet still brows furrowed even more with the realization of the woman which sat before him, her form audibly curling and <i>cringing</i> in trepidation, and perhaps more… Auricles fluttered, rotating to focus upon her as nares continued to inhale the fearfulness which swam from her unseen form. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Shhh…”</font> Cooed the man fondly, buttocks wiggling faintly as he crawled ever closer to her in the blanketed darkness which was <i>eternal</i>. Thew would ripple across the neckline as skull outstretched like a curious stallion, and if allowed by the maiden, the nose would brush ever faintly against her cheek in reassurance. <font color=#ffb6c1>”Do not fret mademoiselle Erish… there is no need to apologize for such things…”</font> Duplex tails behind swished softly against the earth as he <i>pondered</i>, silence blanketed momentarily; she was but one of the Witch Woman’s…. Although such feelings of amenity did not disperse forth from his soul, <font color=#ffb6c1>”Mademoiselle…”</font> -began he, softly, <i>humbly</i>- <font color=#ffb6c1>”It is fine… If you are in danger then you should bid me farewell and return to the demented Queen, for I wish no harm upon you m’lady..”</font>


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