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posted 08-02-2021, 07:21 PM - Word count:
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DENY NOTHING BUT DOUBT EVERYTHING



Ears flicked at the grunt he made, though she paid it little mind as something mundane. Her tongue gently clasped around his ear, lapping up the droplets steadily; uncoordinated but with enough precision not to waste effort she needn't use. Unlike her marbled skin, her breath was warm as it batted against the more sensitive folds of the ear and other more delicate surfaces of his body. Just as she was about to do one last swipe against his orbital bone, she was baffled as he barked out and jerked away, leaving her there staring at him with her tongue peaking out between her teeth.

Needless to say, she was stunned, taking in his breathing and general discomfort within his body. Tense. To say he was fine felt like a lie as she glanced over him further, watching the way his ribs puffed in and out, tilting her head as she found it odd how laborious it was becoming. His head did not drift higher nor did his shoulder become colder, showing it wasn’t some manly pride getting in the way of being cared for. There wasn’t anger that lined his brow either, causing her to take in a long breath that brought that berry scent once more in, finally allowing her tongue to slip back into its home. His energies all felt so chaotic. It dawned on her as she took in the less health related details of his shift in demeanor; dodging eye contact being a key tell and his jitteriness. “Will you now?” she stated plainly, deciding not to bring up that she was a healer. “Or is it that you simply a-aren’t used to others getting so... intimate? I suppose I can keep you warm enough this way,” she whispered as she leaned in a tiny bit more. It nearly sent her into another coughing frenzy, finally granting him a tiny bit more distance so her face wasn’t in his immediately should he turn toward her again.

She continued to watch him, waiting in the dead silence, well not completely dead as the water lightly caused the ice further out to clank together as a light bit of wind blew into the valley between the mountains. They should find a bit of shelter but she was too tired at the moment to get up. She kept waiting for anger to rise up in the man, waiting for the blame to be snarled at her for their current situation. As he finally spoke, her attention became more hyper focused especially as he turned to her, where she was met with a cool fire. It wasn’t that of rage as she looked deep into his stratus clouds. Tenacity. A soft laugh escaped her as she glanced away from him bashfully, hiding the window she knew just opened in her eyes, that bit of vulnerability. Her tongue slapped against her palette, feeling peculiarly parched despite having swallowed a lake. “So n-not a knight but a valiant p-prince then, the one that always saves th-the endangered maiden. Then what reward d-do you seek, Prince- hmmm Berrybutt? I think we got k-kisses covered,” she chuckled after a moment, turning her head back to give him a playful grin.

At his final question, she paused only for a second before tucking her limbs a bit closer to her body then attempted to rest her head on one of his forelegs if only to bring back heat to her face. “Not so eager to simply take me as a fool but rather a c-cr-crone?” she tilted her head, having expected him to mock her intelligence by now. “What if I told you I was following the moon?”

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posted 08-03-2021, 08:18 PM - Word count:
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The tension hardening his muscles did not soften even when he pulled away. There was still a warm body pressed against his, something that felt so alien to the man who was used to his own company. The last time he had been close to someone like this had been at the barracks where soldiers slept back to back inside their cramped sleeping quarters. There was no intimacy in those moments. Argent had spent many nights laid awake because of someone’s snores or a foot kicking him in the nose. This was not the chaotic dogpile of his army days. She was the furthest thing from a snoring, drooling bunkmate that he could imagine. Her tongue on his ears and face made certain of that.

She was surprised by his sudden retreat and cry of protest. It occured to Argent then that she hadn’t intended to cause him discomfort. His ears no longer trembled with the cold, icy droplets licked clean from their pointed tips. Blood returned to his extremities, aided by the embarrassment that had circulated his blood towards his head. The woman questioned his insistence that he would be fine and pointed out the real truth behind his reaction. ”Hmn,” he grumbled in response, unable to argue with her. It wasn’t like she’d believe him if he tried to deny it. Her face was drawn away, but this small win was costly. She leaned in closer and he let out a gruff sigh of resignation, flattening his flushed ears against his crown.

A laugh was drawn out from the sodden lady and he arched a brow in bemusement. He was no closer to understanding her peculiar sense of humour. She cast him in the role of prince with a rather unflattering name taking the mantle of damsel herself. That damn drink came back to haunt him, oozing from his soaking fur like a fruity perfume. W-What? I’m not-” he began to complain before realising he was playing right into her paws. ”Tch. My name is Argent,” he clicked his tongue, scowling at her for calling him such a ridiculous name. Prince Berrybutt. He was so distracted by the silly moniker that her offer of a reward went unclaimed.

Warm heaviness placed pressure upon Argent’s paw, looking down he saw her resting comfortably on his foot. His leg twitched on reflex, but he did not pull it out from under her. Those vivid purple eyes never left his features, expression revealing nothing to her perplexed rescuer. She was challenging and difficult to read. Maybe he was the fool for failing to understand her.

Grey eyes were drawn to the moon when she suggested that it was the reason behind her dance upon the ice. ”Following it where?” he asked, deciding to take her seriously, recalling that she pondered if the ice was a portal to another world. Maybe she had decided to test that theory.


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posted 08-05-2021, 09:44 AM - Word count:
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DENY NOTHING BUT DOUBT EVERYTHING



Only a grunt, that was all he would afford her it would seem in response to her teasing, which admittedly surprised her as she half expected a retort or at least denial, of which she had no evidence to dispute had he done so. Apart from weighing in on how he reacted to things, she couldn’t say she was some psychic that could touch someone and learn all there was to know about them, as much as she at times wished she could. Perhaps then she wouldn’t have wasted her young adult years chasing the tailcoat of a man that never wanted her to begin with. She almost went to say something else but her lips only parted a fraction before gently shutting once again as she glanced up at him, feeling the inflation of his ribs against her side and the air of his breath like ice tickling the small bit of fur within its path. For a moment she thought he was about to start breathing heavily again, causing her brow to show a line of worry but when it only remained a single breath, she relaxed back down and her brow would soothe.

Upon casting them in a fake scene, it seemed she had caused a different kind of floundering in the man, enjoying every moment of him choking on his own attempts to counter her. He seemed to be a rainbow of emotions on this night; having seen him smile and other times looking like a teen boy that brushed arms on accident with a girl for the first time in their lives. But now something far less tame came out in his eyes and it lit a fire within her. A curtness took over what were formally more gentlemen-like qualities. Dangerous yet she could not say she feared for her life as anger rippled like a tidal wave, demanding her to be put back in her place. In some ways she craved a true threat there, buried in those colorless orbs, she may have challenged him then but she would only meet his gaze with such.

She remained silent for a long few seconds after he spoke, taking in the new bit of information he gave her about himself, accepting the fact it was being called Prince Berrybutt was the catalyst to his upset. Nothing else came out, knowing most men would take advantage of the offer she had placed in his paws. Be it something beneficial or something sinister. It was a pity yet this too was a result, an answer in a way. It went hand in hand with his reason for going after her in the water and maybe also why he did not just simply walk away when it seemed she frustrated him so. “But Big Boy was okay? Argent...Argent...Argent,” she sang softly, so tempted to say that Prince Berrybutt sounded better. Her head tilted, fairly certain that was a surname, or if it was a first name, it was a rather unusual one. She would assume the first, it would make sense for someone of his stature to be of military or perhaps he carried some form of nobility and his pride ran with his clan more than his own name. Even professors often went by their surname though she was not his student. “No title to go with that?”

As he flinched, she half expected him to yank his arm out from under her head but instead she found herself acquiring a comfy pillow though his limbs were not nearly as warm as she needed to thaw the cold from her sinew. When he met her gaze, she felt like he was analyzing her far more than she was him, as she was not the one prying into his thought processes, at least not directly. “It seems, in the end, to you,” she said sweetly without a hint of humor in her voice anymore, glancing at the moon that still stood along the ice surface before looking up at him once more with a steady warmth. Fate was a funny thing and something she did believe in but what did their fate write together? Would it only be for tonight, just the one the goddess brought to save her from joining her too soon?

“Mirror Lake, the name says it all. Some believe mirrors are portals to similar dimensions, others just see it as a reflection while I wished to test the possibility of other things; on the spiritual side. To learn is to drop all preconceptions and experience it first hand; it’s the best way to learn something entirely new that may have never been discovered before. Discovery is often simply just accidents,” she addressed the more logical reason for her escapades, feeling he deserved that much. She was hesitant to speak of the fae or goddesses even though she had already told him far more about herself than he might ever realize just moments before she fell into the water.

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posted 08-05-2021, 07:04 PM - Word count:
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Her teasing had certainly livened him up from his sluggish icy sleepiness. Silently he schemed to extract himself from her grasp, but could not think of a polite way to excuse himself. It was too early, his fur had yet to dry and both of them were still recovering from their dip in the lake. The winter air was biting and despite the thickness of his pelt it was slick with water absorbing the cold like a sponge. A shudder ran deep through his body, shaking his white shoulders like snowy mountains before an avalanche. They would need to find shelter soon and possibly medical assistance. Argent was reluctant to put himself at the mercy of a healer once again. They might have saved his life, but the pain of his traumatic recovery was still fresh in his mind. His exertion had aggravated the old fractures and he knew that moving would be painful. A small sacrifice to save a life.

Grey eyes narrowed down at the face tilted up at him, masked features the picture of exasperation and irritation. "It wasn't," he answered, suspicious that she would use this knowledge against him. He had been uncomfortable at first with her teasing, but it had grown into overwhelming embarrassment leaving him feeling vulnerable, provoking a defensive reaction. Much to his relief she seemed to back off from her teasing, inquiring if he held a title to accompany his name. "Not anymore," the retired captain admitted, trying and failing to keep emotion from slipping into his voice. He anticipated a follow up question, an attempt to pry deeper into the exposed wound. Most chose not to bite their tongues in order to satisfy their own curiosity.

His own probing led to another puzzling answer yet it was spoken with all seriousness. The woman seemed happy to have been led to him. For saving her life he expected. Tonight could have ended much differently for the both of them. If the pain from his ribs had paralyzed him their frozen bodies would have been waiting until spring to be discovered. She followed on with a more in-depth explanation of her experiment. It was a lot for Argent to wrap his head around. Spirituality didn't appeal to the snowy wolf, but he wouldn't mock her for her beliefs. It had been important enough to her for her to risk her life. "I hope your next discovery will involve less risk," he remarked, concerned that she might accidentally happen upon something dangerous again.

"We should get out of the cold. Are you ready to move?" Argent asked, gently sliding his paw out from beneath her cheek so that she would not hurt her head. Standing took a lot of effort, burning energy that the exhausted man needed. As expected stabbing pains jolted through his chest and he clenched his teeth to muffle a pained growl.

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posted 08-07-2021, 04:26 PM - Word count:
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DENY NOTHING BUT DOUBT EVERYTHING



As his gaze grew only more cold and ostracizing toward her; she could easily tell that her challenging gaze back only brought further frustration within the man she did not at all attempt to stop cuddling up to, not at all finding it an issue. He was too valiant to hurt her, not intentionally at least. Who was to say this man didn’t have a beast living inside him that might snap at any moment should she continue. When the cage door might rust off and his restraints were untethered. She believed such a heartless monster dwelled in everyone, it was a matter of whether or not it might ever see the light of day. It seemed her guess was true as he did not scar her face or shove her away, he remained still and took her brattiness like a champ even though it was obvious he didn’t want to. It did not stop a weight of unease to linger in his voice as he told her Big Boy too was not an option, causing a smile to spread wider on her face as though she was going to be catty and start singing that instead. It did cross her mind but she rather keep him on his toes, keeping him conscious was necessary to keep him from freezing since she wasn’t the biggest heat source around and he wouldn’t allow her to strip the water away from his coat any further.

That atmosphere changed swiftly as the subject of a title came into question, his flame flickered out in an instant as he answered earnestly, emotion hitting like a rock. Her head tilted for a moment as she looked back at him, taking in his visage with even more detail, memorizing every fizzy wet bit of hair on his face, tempted to lean up and get in his personal space for different reasons than the last. “What a misfortune, Sir Argent,” she stated softly, her muzzle gently brushing his cheek in condolence but giving him some form of a title of respect. Curiosity was a rambunctious thing but she saw no benefit in knowing and therefore no desire to pry further.

Her signature smile played on her lips, even touching her gaze now as he spoke concern for her way of discovery. “Worried about little ole me now, are you? Good thing you are already grey and white, at least you’ll remain cute. Maybe you should just follow me everywhere and make sure I don’t fall into lava next,” she humored, giving him a little wink. Curiosity at the idea of him following her to the Fae Forest made her wonder, should Elwynn crave his blood or wish to give him to the fae, would she let her have him? She highly doubted such a time would occur. It made her thoughts drift into much more chaotic directions coming to a conclusion that only made her gaze more intense that she almost didn’t hear what he said next till the ground under her head started to move, causing her to jolt to attention.

Quietly twin violet fireflies followed him as he started to move, feeling herself getting colder and colder as he extracted himself from her close proximity. Each tiny shift in the air felt like so much more, causing her to gently lick away a bit of water in some of the more sensitive places to starve off a little cold on herself. That was, until she heard a rumble that sounded like a mix between a purr and a bear, seeing his jaw muscles tighten before her gaze would trail down the length of his side. The problem could be a handful of things but she had her suspicions based on where the body fluctuated more than others. “Finally ready for my help?” she asked, tilting her head and slowly raising to her paws and tucking her shoulder against his chest in an aim to take some of his weight upon herself but also to see if he might react poorly from pressure there.

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posted 08-07-2021, 07:01 PM - Word count:
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LA.
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The woman grinned like the cheshire cat when he granted her such a sweet morsel. Immediately Argent regretted admitting that words and simple touch could affect him so. The army might have sharpened him into a soldier, but some softness remained. If he could shake himself free of this weakness of character he would. It gave others power over him and that was not a position that he wanted to be in. He wasn't a shy boy hiding between his mother's forepaws anymore. He was a war veteran, survivor of harrowing battles that would have broken lesser wolves. Give him an enemy to face and he would not cower, but at the tender touch of intimacy he recoiled. It was unfortunate for him that rescuing the woman had exposed him to an uncomfortable amount of physical contact. For some reason she liked touching him, perhaps taking delight in his flustered responses. If there was another ulterior motive he was ignorant of it.

Grey coloured ears flicked with surprise when she addressed him respectfully and offered genuine regret for his loss. He did not have time to consider her words. The gentle touch of her muzzle lightly tickling against his cheek sent blood rushing his face, warming his damp features. She did not press him any further for details of his missing title and he stiffly nodded his thanks. It relieved him to see another side beyond the mischief, one that didn't leave him feeling foolish. It was exhausting staying on guard around this kaleidoscope of a woman. She was too unpredictable to read and understand, but he could always count on her to say something that would catch him off guard. Her response to his concern for her safety was effective in doing so. The playful wink and flirtatious banter. Cute. It was a harmless descriptor, but one that made him flounder. Lips twitched in discomfort as the feverish heat returned to his cheeks.

"...T-That sounds like it might be bad for my health," he remarked, trying to act unphased by her flirting, but the slightest stumble over his words gave him away. If she required his protection in the future he would not be against helping her, but he knew doing so would lead to trouble. She didn't seem like the type to lead a quiet life surrounded by books. The woman preferred a more paws-on style of research and that would mean exposing herself to danger again.

A slight tremor shook through his body as he braced himself against the ground, pain ricocheting through his ribs. Glazed and narrowed grey eyes peered at her as she approached. Her shoulder pressed against the tender structure of his rib cage, causing his tongue to swipe over his lips. Another growl rumbled through his chest, one that trailed off into a groan. A question of his willingness to accept her help lingered in the air. Pain clouded his mind, urging him to get away from her and tend to himself. "...Fine," he gasped, sides heaving with effort. "Over.. there," he breathed out, nodding towards a section of the mountain base that had a hollow space worn into the rock forming a crack wide enough for the two of them. It was like a shallow cave, but he could see the back wall from where they stood. Once they were inside he laid on his side and resigned himself to her help.

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posted 08-08-2021, 10:39 AM - Word count:
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DENY NOTHING BUT DOUBT EVERYTHING



A soft chuckle vibrated her throat and against his arm at his little quip, or at least what she took as a joke but she felt like she knew him enough by now to know it wasn’t such a chipper comment on his part. That nervousness, however, sounded far more apparent than the last few times now that the cold wasn’t shaking their voice as much, that stutter was obviously a stumble rather than a chill. “Hmmm depends where you follow me and how close you stay. Some places if you wander away from me, you may never find your way back…” she whispered, knowing there were certain places such as her current stay that could very much be his end, should the fae wish to take him away. Other temptations might draw him in, taking away all morals and replacing them with intoxication of many kinds. Would he fall to them? With how timid he was to certain things she said or did, she had difficulty believing he would so easily succumb but at the same time those were sometimes the ones that fell the hardest when offered a spell. She much rather him succumb to her. “...but I wouldn’t let that happen,” she breathed, sounding like a promise.

She half expected him to recoil from her before she even reached him by the look he was giving her, feeling like it was nearly a warning for her not to approach him, a warning to keep away and yet he did not withdraw as her shoulder pressed into him. The audible pain that came from him and shook her made her ears fall back against her skull, her eyes half closing to the sounds of his agony, now starting to wonder what he had done to cause such pain. Taking in a breath as he groaned, she watched him like a hawk from the corner of her eye, taking in anything that could tell her his story without ever having to ask. He could have fallen from one of the mountain passes but she would think he would have been a bit more worse for wear had that been the case when she first laid eyes on him. When he broke the ice, had his ribs hit the jagged edges? Unlikely, the ice wasn’t thick enough to have been much of an issue for his larger figure, for even she was left unscathed. Besides there was no iron in the air, only that sweet scent of berries and her more floral ones.

Her ears perked as he finally spoke, though it sounded like he was in the process of fighting a bear or doing something a little more naughty with all that heavy breathing, growling and groaning. It took everything in her to keep a straight face or do what she wanted to do, now not really the time for a dirty mind. So much restraint. Her head turned toward where he directed, nodding as she did whatever he needed of her to get there, if he needed her at all as a support beam. Once he was stowed away into the dent of the mountain, she would take a look over him once more. She wanted to deal with taking the cold away first but she felt he wouldn’t be so receptive. “Slow down your breathing, count your breaths in and out by three...you’re only causing yourself more pain breathing haphazardly. I’ll be right back,” she stated, turning tail and leaving the area for a few moments, also taking the time to shake as much water off of herself as possible while she wasn’t near him. Movement would help warm her too.

It wouldn’t be long till she returned, mouth full of half frozen herbs, knowing she saw them earlier but didn’t think they would be much use for her till now. Thankfully winter hadn’t come in full force yet or there wouldn’t be anything. Frost did start to kill off some of the plants but most were in good enough shape to still be of use. Preserved even. One plant resembled a pink version of hemlock but it was not the deadly plant and it was likely going to be what might help him the most out of what she could find in such a short time. Carefully she tore off the stem, only keeping its roots. She would do her best to make a paste of the few plants she had gathered that would help with inflammation and taste, wishing her paws were a little warmer so they might thaw a bit more. “Valerian root will help with the pain,” she cooed, moving the pulpus into the reach of his mouth. It would do more than that, it was also a sedative, something that would calm his nerves if not make him a tad drowsy.

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posted 08-09-2021, 08:53 AM - Word count:
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LA.
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A grey brow arched raising the curve of his heart shaped mask higher on one side than the other at her words. He could think of a few places within Rionnach that he’d rather avoid that she’d be tempted to visit. The Highlands were one such place as it was the background of scenes often revisited within his darker dreams. Deaths of brothers and sisters in arms. His body, broken and bloody after a brutal defeat. It might have been the end of him there and then if not for his fellow soldiers. They had covered his withdrawal from the battlefield and into the care of the medics. Captain Argent’s white fur had been saturated in so much blood it had been hard to tell its original colour. The medics had told him he was lucky to be alive, but he had seen a look of pity in their eyes. They had done everything they could, they told him, his ribs would likely never heal and if they did there might be further complications in the future.

He guessed that the gentle exercise they had restricted him to did not include rescuing wolves from an icy death. It was with begrudging acceptance that he acknowledged that they were correct this time as he had inflamed the old injury during his swim. Guided by the supporting shoulder of the flame coloured lady he was relieved to lay down and take some pressure off his sides. She encouraged him to slow down his breathing which was a struggle, fighting against his body's instinctive response to pain. The swell of his chest deflated and he took smaller breaths. He counted them in and out, in and out, one two, three four. It allowed his lungs to stop pushing against the fractured bones and flexing the tender ribs. He barely registered her absence, focusing on counting the breaths. By the time he reached thirty something she was back with foraged herbs he assumed. A mushy paste was nudged in front of his nose, wearily he lifted his head to sniff at the unappetising blob of green. Valerian root. she called it. He didn't know herbs from weeds or flowers, but he trusted her enough not to poison him. She hadn't given him any reason for him to believe that she was a cause for suspicion. Her relentless teasing was tiresome, but harmless he believed.

Flicking out his tongue he scooped up the medicine and swallowed it down without complaint. His lips drew tight together in a slight grimace as the strong taste coated his tongue and lingered in the back of his throat. "Thank you, miss," he expressed his appreciation. He was unhappy that he was forced to rely on someone else once again in his time of weakness when mere months ago he was in his prime. It didn't take long for the valerian roots' sedative effects to calm the stress provoked by his pain. "It's an old injury that didn't heal properly," he explained so that she knew he had not injured himself during her rescue. "There's not much else you can do," Argent informed her, not wanting her to waste any more time and energy trying to fix the unfixable.

He'd lost count of how many wolves had poked and palpated his ribs in a quest for answers. The memory of the pain made him wary of healers and anyone who claimed they could help him. Under normal circumstances he should have recovered within the first few months, but the damage proved irreversible.

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posted 08-09-2021, 03:47 PM - Word count:
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DENY NOTHING BUT DOUBT EVERYTHING



She took a couple steps back from him after she set down her offering, not paying him too much mind as she had other things to attend to and that was getting further moisture out of her fur before it might crystalize as it was only getting colder as the night progressed. The light sounds of sniffing filled the cavern as he inspected the substance. She turned toward the entrance, watching the moon in silence between half lidded eyes, giving a silent prayer for a moment before she’d begin rasping her tongue along her coat. As she started to run her marbled tongue along the fluff of her chest, she could hear the light slapping of a tongue sapping up the salve behind her, causing her to pause and glance over at him curiously. She caught sight of the last bit of the cocktail disappearing on his tongue, surprised to see him take it without a single question, that surprise only showing in the more dramatic flash of blinking a couple times faster than normal. It took her a long moment to process it and even then she felt dazed and confused.

“And here I thought you would hesitate after that glare moments ago. Worried for nothing,” she said softly, turning and carefully moving a tad closer, if only to look at his face. Her head tilted with a small smile, having prepared a whole speech for him should he have denied taking it. Going as far as to even use her name as a means of trade: to have power over her should she do something less than desirable that might lead to him wishing to destroy her life. Miss. Her tail lightly swayed behind her as she saw no reason to correct it for she never even took Chandresh’s name and he was long gone now. Dare she give it to him anyway? She wouldn’t be so hasty.

That reaction would only increase internally more and more as he continued, silent as a mouse as she stared at him, perhaps only a whisker getting out of place the entire time. Slowly she would leave from her seat, moving closer to him till she left little space between their faces before moving off to the side so she could reach his body. Gently she would brush some of his fur out of the way with her mauve nose till some skin was exposed, not putting any pressure upon his flesh. No bruising, no anything that indicated it was recent though there was some redness from irritation. Nothing alarming as she stood back up straight, staring at him a little longer. “You swam after me with an old injury...you’re a fool. A sweet, sweet fool,” she took in a breath, confused all the more by this man yet a smile couldn’t help touching her eyes. After a few long seconds of holding in the breath, she huffed out what sounded like a discreet chuckle. “It’s not everyday someone risks their lives on such high stakes, especially for someone they just met. Is it too late to thank you, Sir Argent?”

Was he really so careless? He was fascinating. Chaotic. A kindred spirit in that regard.

“I might not be able to reverse the damage...but I can always ease some of it for you. Give your life a little more enrichment once I know what exactly is wrong,” she cooed, seeing a shift in him as the medication started to take effect. Her gaze was warm, caring as she moved around him one delicate but shaky step at a time, starting to feel the chill enter her bones again. She would stop near his head, taking a seat before slowly leaning down to look into his silver orbs. “But first we need to stop you from getting hypothermia, so… do you trust me?” she asked tenderly, feeling she’d ask for once before invading his personal space a little further than before. She needed him relaxed or he'd only stress the pain she was trying to alleviate more.


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posted 08-10-2021, 03:46 PM - Word count:
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fall on your sword...

Heaviness began to settle over his aching body, filling him with a sleepy warmth that made him yearn to lay his head over his paws and rest his eyes. Hooded grey eyes rolled up to look at her lingering in his peripheral vision. She was still staring at him. She expressed surprise that he would ingest the herbal mixture she had provided given that he had glared at her. ”I was uncomfortable,” he admitted, ears flattening slightly at the expectation that she would tease him again. His expressions were often angry and stern, but it was a mask to cover up his true feelings. The woman had provoked him more than any other wolf had before and he was entirely unprepared for how to conduct himself in such a situation. The army had trained him to be a professional that set aside his feelings, but he was not a heartless machine. Argent had his weak points like anyone else. Thankfully during all his years of service this had never been discovered and the teasing would have been much worse than the devilish damsel’s.

Her approach caused him to stiffen, reacting prematurely to physical contact that would fluster him again. She touched his side, parting the fur with her nose. The ex-captain relaxed again when he realised she was only examining him. Grey eyes met her purple gaze, surprised at the warmth he saw within them. He couldn’t argue that it was foolish of him to expose himself to further complications, but he was still a soldier in his heart. It had been his duty to protect people only a few seasons ago and he could not ignore someone who needed help. ”I’d rather be a fool than a fiend who’d let someone drowned,” he replied, voice soft with only a little bit of its familiar gruffness. Her request to thank him was unexpected. He hadn’t expected anything in return, but couldn’t begrudge her those simple words even if he wasn’t great at receiving appreciation. The tips of his ears twitched at the addition of sir before his name. He couldn’t deny that it felt good to be called Sir. He shook his big shaggy head, giving her leave to thank him if she desired.

She fell into the role of healer, expressing a desire to know of his condition. He was hesitant to reveal the extent of his weakness to her. Pride made him hesitate, smooth brow wrinkling with the hint of a scowl settling on his forehead. ”I was injured in the war. A tree collapsed on me during a fight and broke two of my ribs,” he revealed, voice low and sullen, gaze drifting to stare outside. The soldier had deliberately pushed him into the rotten trunk to make it collapse on him. It was a dirty tactic and one that had ruined his life. He had not been granted a clean death like his comrades, but survived with a crippled body.

The woman approached slowly, like she was creeping up on a sleeping bear. She asked if he trusted her. It was no easy feat to welcome her into his space again. ”I’m trying,” he sighed, but it was hard to relax his guard around someone he knew nothing about. ”I just… I don’t know you,” he muttered, but did not refuse her access to his body warmth. The fact that she had asked his permission first had eased some of his discomfort.


code by claerie