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Reljir and The Huntress 4a/?
(Anonymous) 2014-01-02 03:36 pm (UTC)(link)Near the entrance was a tub pushed against the wall, a shelf containing cloths for bathing and drying, and a small table with a large basin on it. The fire had been banked but it was still warm in the room. Tilma had left buckets of warm water near the fireplace. He poured water into the basin near the door before stripping down to his loincloth. He began to wash his body, removing the grime from the journey. He was engrossed in his bath when he heard a noise and then her scent hit him.
Alea had spent the afternoon hunting testing out her ebony bow. She had considered returning it, but was afraid to offend her new shield-brother. He was an outsider and she didn’t know his customs. Plus she hadn’t seen him since she discovered the bow. Njada had been happy to tell her the source of the gift. And so she had tested it. It was perfectly balanced but also covered with his scent. She didn’t quite know what to make of Reljir except his scent affected her in ways she refused to analyze.
He was easy to look at with a natural charisma. Lately he had managed to occupy her thoughts to a disturbing degree. She had even found herself comparing him to Skjor. Skjor was safe, comfortable. Reljir seemed kind and soft-spoken, but everything about him screamed danger in a way that enticed her and her wolf spirit. She felt pent up and on edge. Skjor must have sensed that because he suggested a different type of hunt. And what a hunt! Skjor was bigger than her in wolf form running ahead to bring down an elk.
She was approaching the kill when she got a whiff of his pheromones. Suddenly she stopped confused. Her wolf seemed to be cringing repelled by the alpha male. She started to back away slowly. Skjor didn’t seem to notice. He was to busy feasting on the elk. She headed home. It was past midnight when Aela emerged from the underforge. Still caught in the euphoria of the hunt she made her way up to the training yard. She caught a familiar irresistible scent which she felt compelled to follow. She stopped just inside the kitchen her eyes riveted on the man in front of her.
Reljir stood over the wash basin facing away from the door. His entire back was covered with an exquisitely detailed tattoo of an unknown mythical winged creature holding a curved sword. The creature featured a tail which disappeared into the waistband of his loincloth only to emerge from the bottom and wrap around his leg. The movement of his muscles made the tattoo appear to move as if it were alive.
The scene woke something salacious in her. She felt the urge to run her tongue across the creature lapping up the water running down his back . His hands went to his loincloth fingers fiddling with the ties. Her mouth went dry, she let out a breath. He stilled turning to look over his shoulder locking eyes with her. She realized he was not wearing his Alik’r hood. He looked younger his dark reddish hair wet and dripping. Her wolf felt almost giddy as it started to stir heating her blood. Later she would never be able to say what urged her to ask “Do you have a woman in your life?”.
Re: Reljir and The Huntress 4a/?
(Anonymous) 2014-01-02 03:45 pm (UTC)(link)