Darkness falls, Silver moon rises,Those that hunt awake (Closed)

AmbrosiaCaress

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* SNAP *... she jumps back with a yelp of surprise.. tumbling backwards onto her back... shaking her head.. she climbs back to her feet.. silently cursing.. not at the root she had just tripped over.. but HIM.. the bastard that had brought her here...
To think she *thought* she loved him.. what had she been thinking.. So what if she would not sleep with him.. she had wanted to save that for her wedding night... he seemed fine with it.. it wasn't like she kept it secret or anything...
She stood there fuming for a few moments.. why had she not paid attention.. But ohhhh noooo.. she fell asleep in the car on the way up here... she had an inkling of where she was.. but no real idea of how far away from the road he had traveled to the cabin... who has a cabin way the fuck up here anyways??? She thought to herself..

With a shake to her head.. well.. at least she had showed him.. His balls would never be the same.. not after that kick she gave him... she was glad she wore her boots today.. at least she could give him that good swift kick he needed to... knock some sense into him... served him right.. trying to force himself on her... too bad she had thought this was going to be a special occassion... and wore her favorite black dress.. at least it was long enough to hit her boots and keep her legs covered... she wished the thing had sleeves tho.. instead of being sleeveless... It was getting chilly... "I'd give anything for my favorite jeans and a sweater" she mumered to herself..

"Bastard" she spit again.. Brushing back her pale blonde hair.. stopping in the small clearing.. canting her head to listen ... she had no idea where the road was.. and she knew these woods spanned miles... what if she were heading in the wrong direction..

Stop that Kimma... just stop thinking that way... she told herself.. that would only scare her and that was the last thing she needed... fear would not help her in here.. and night.. was falling... the sky was turning that dusky grey.. If she did not find the road soon... she was going to have to find someplace to at least huddle up and spend the night.. she did not even know what direction the cabin was anymore..

That was when she heard it... crashing thru the trees.. the sound.. of something BIG... very BIG.. and moving very fast... Turning.. just in time to see that something launch itself out of the woods... Kimma jumped back.. tumbling.. as she looses her balance.. thudding into a thicket of thorns... hundreds of razored tips ripping at her skin.. tearing at her dress..
Momentarily blinded by the pain.. she struggled to try and pull herself out of the thorns....... that is until she saw the large... shadowed shape.. of something looming in the small clearing...

It was HUGE... silvery moonlight.. the full moon just rising... washed over the thing, and she saw it for what it was....and felt more fear then she had in her life....
Covered in Smokey Black hair...or was that fur?...some spots balding... showing pale... wrinkled skin beneath. Instead of hands with fingers... This .. thing... had what almost looked like paws.. tipped with long curved claws. Worst of all ... however, was the creature's head...Large animal like ears... short muzzle... and fangs... that jutted up over it's lip like tusks. The head seemed a combination of hyena and bat.

Kimma stayed as still as she could... even though the thorns continued to dig into her... She knew that if that thing saw her... the pain wouldn't worry her long... ~

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Kimma Pewter

20 years old

Long pale silken blonde hair

Deep golden hued amber eyes

pale skin.. smooth.. supple..

5'5"

120 pounds

Kimma: http://photobucket.com/albums/a360/AmbrosiaCaress/?action=view&current=881f97de.jpg
 
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It was smart….too damn smart, he thought, as branches and thickets whizzed past, turned to a blur from the speed his feet took him.

Three nights he had been tracking it, and for three nights it had managed to elude him. That is not to say that it did it’s best to keep a distance. The deep furrows and slashes on his arms and back evidence that it had no problem getting up close and personal, only to melt back into the shadows.

Coming out into a small clearing, the man stopped. Light of a full moon poured in through the open canopy above. The beads tied to his long dark hair clattered. He took a moment of rest, lifting his face into the falling silvery light. She of Many Faces was watching him tonight. Her glowing presence hanging over him, as around Her danced the many stars spotting the heavens. Awash in Her light, he felt stronger. It was Her blessing, a blessing for a great battle, and for a honorable kill.

This was his night.

This hunt shall end.

It’s murders will be avenged!

Tonight, he, MaqpaLuta, will have his honor back!

As if in answer of his vow, the breeze swirled, bringing to him its foul scent. A few sniffs, and he was off. Running at speeds to make an Olympian envious, and this through the cluttered, rock hewn forest grounds. His lungs filled and emptied, his heart pounded in his ears. Blood as hot as boiling oil raced through his viens. He grinned. He lived for this moment, the end of the hunt. He reached to his hip, tightening his fingers around the thick handle of the wicked blade that dangled there. From it’s edge a drop of viscous black fluid flew. The blade had tasted his prey once already.

It was but a few moment before. It had tried once more to end this hunt in it’s favor, and once more it failed. This time, though, the attemp had cost it dearly, a right arm. It’s roar of pain was music to his ears. Yet, before he could finish the job, it again took refuge in the darkness, disappearing from sight and scent.

“Not again.” he had muttered, and took off after it.

Now here he was, so close, and growing closer still. It’s scent getting stronger. That could only mean it had stopped, but why? He shook his head, No time to question it’s motives. If it wished to stand and fight, more the better. Tonight has his night!
 
~ Kimma did not move, a silent prayer whispering past her lips... Please, do not let this... thing... see me, please. But her prayer perhaps was never heard. A moment later the Beast, that was all she could think to call it, a beast.. turned toward her.

Kimma got a good look at it then.. The horrid yellow eyes.. the fetid, foul mouth.. the matted fur...and the missing arm.. blood was spurting from the torn wound.. every beat of the beast's heart sent forth another horrible spew of thick almost black blood... the moon's eerie glow hid nothing, as it stood there, bleeding and scenting the air..

SCENTING THE AIR..

Oh shit... It could SMELL her!!

The head lowered and she swore...the thing.. the Beast.. grinned at her. A fanged grin... dripping of saliva.. blood.. and who knew what else.. swallowing.. she watched as it remained stilled.. as if it were trying.. to catch the scent of something else... Oh please ... there can not be TWO of them in these woods.. could there?? Then again...what else could have done that to it???

That was enough for Kimma.. she had only 2 choices really... stay in that thicket and be torn apart... or run.. as fast as she possibly could...

Kimma chose to run..

She sprung up from the thicket.. the Beast's eyes widened and it... growled.. a deep throated .. chilling sound.. It's mouth opening.. showing even more razored teeth.. fangs within that gaping maw...
Kimma turned and ran blindly.. panic taking hold.. but instead of running back the way she had come.. at least that was relatively clear.. she ran headlong into the underbrush... a tangle of vines catching her ankle... and she went sprawling with a scream... feeling her ankle viciously twist as she went down.... her scream.. illcited a howl from the beast...

Kimma's scream of terror echoes thru the thick woods... she throwing her hands up as she rolls to her back.. trying to see.. and trying to protect herself as best she could as the thing... lunged at her ...

Kimma thought she was going to die then..~
 
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He skidded to a halt. A sickening sound filled the tree tops. A sound as maddening and twisted as the creature that vomited it forth. A smile slide over his face. He was close, very close. Yet again something nagged at him. Why would it give away it’s location as it did? And yet again he shook off this notion. It would appear it wasn’t as smart as he thought earlier.

Before his first foot could fall into the run, another sound found it way to him. His blood ran cold as this new sound echoed among the trees. A scream. A human scream! He froze. All his questions answered with that sound. His prey had found prey of it’s own!

“NO!” he roared. It will NOT kill again!! He will not allow another innocent life to end at it’s claws. Too many already owe their death to it. Men, women…even children it has taken. No more!

If he had ran fast before, now he moved faster then what nature should have allowed. Yet, he was one that nature gave special consideration. His legs pumping with unnatural strength, his blood boiling, as it carried more then oxygen to his muscles. A power now began to flow through him. A power that nature itself gave birth too, but gifted to very few. It filled his limbs, burning away any trace of fatigue. His lungs burned as they tried to keep up with the demands for fuel, but it was not needed. For now he was fueled by an energy as old as life itself.

He drew closer, his sharp ears could hear picked up yet another scream, this one but a few meters ahead. His nose also picked up two scents. One foul and very familiar, the other he new not, only that it scented as female. As made for the creast of a hill, on the other side of which he knew the two scents came, he withdrew the blade at his side, and still running at full tilt, flipped the bladed end into his hand. The moment the dark shape he knew so well came into view….he threw!

The roar of pain told him he had hit his mark. Now only a few feet away, he bunched himself into a tight ball, he leaped towards his hated enemy as it danced about in agony
 
~ Kimma curled up ... screaming... expecting to be torn to peices within a matter of moments... the beast was sooo close to her.. she could smell and feel it's breath... her body tensing .. trying to prepare for the animal to rip into her...

It's agonizing howl of pain explodes from the beast... kimma snaps open her eyes to see it suddenly arch back... convulse.. shudder.. it grabbing at something that apparently was protruding out of it's back... the monster was howling in pain... thrashing... blood pouring from the.... blade... was that a blade?? That had skewered it's spine.. as well as the stump of an arm that it had left...

She tried to struggle to her feet.. to run... her terror overriding the pain in her ankle.. but she could not support her weight and with a sickening snap.. she felt her knee twist as her ankle gave way under her... she fell to the ground once more.. crying out in agony... the beast still howling behind her... crawling... all she could do was crawl .. she desperate to get away from the horror in that clearing...

She finds some shelter in the underbrush... behind a larger tree.. cowering there.. fighting the tears that were rolling down her cheeks.. she did not want to die.. not here.. not like this... sobbing.. she heard the beast thrashing around.. branches shattering as it desperately still tried to rip the blade out of it's back..

She lowered her head down and covered her ears.. rocking back and forth... she began having those *life* flashbacks that people always talk about when they think they are going to die... she saw herself as a child.. fingers and face dripping from her favorite ice cream.. strawberry.... she saw her best friend... Stephanie.. her first boyfriend.. prom night... her graduation from high school.. meeting her asshole of a boyfriend who brought her up here.. she saw it all.. flash before her eyes... but one thought came unbidden to her...

Who... threw that blade???
 
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Launching himself at full speed towards the dancing and howling beast, he caught the thing square in the back with his full weight. Both of them sent crashing to the ground, the beast landing on its chest sputtering, while he rolled a few feet away. In an instant he was on his feet, sprinting back to the beast's prone form. Gripping the handle of his blade, his wokun, with both hands, he pushed. The razor edge slicing easily through hide, muscle and bone, piercing through its chest and into the ground below, pinning it like a butterfly. It roared in agony, trying desperately to force itself up. With the knife anchored to the ground, the creature pushed its body up the blade itself, and in mere moments, it would have slide up enough to allow the entire knife to pass through its body and would be free.

But that did not happen. Leaping onto its back, the warrior bent and gripped the beast under its chin. Then, planting his feet at its shoulders, he pulled with all his might. The muscles of his arms, back and legs corded and strained, as the beast, feeling terror for the first time, franticly redoubled its efforts to free itself. This all came to not, as with a growling cry and burst of strength the man on its back gave one last mighty tug. A great sickening crack bounded from trunk to trunk, as the beast shuttered, then lay still; never to move again.

Stepping carefully to the ground, his eyes never leaving the seemingly lifeless monster before him, he slowly knelt beside it. He steeled himself, having been tricked before by this beast, believe it to be dead, only to feel its claws rake away patches of skin before watching it leap away. Not this time. Carefully, he examined the body, watching for any movement, a breath, a heart beat. Next, he breathed its scent. The same oily rotted stench as before, yet now it was tinged with the smell of death. Knowing that this scent cannot be faked, he was satisfied. Straightening himself, he felt a rush of pride wash over him.

He had done it.

The beast was dead.

His honor was restored, and those that fell to this abomination have been avenged.

Standing tall, he walked to where his wokun still protruded from its back, the silvery moonlight glinting off its edge. Grabbing the handle, he twisted and pulled, retching it free. Pausing for a moment to wipe off the sticky tar-like blood using the creatures fur, before returning the blade to his hip.

It is then that the other scent hit him. In the excitement of the kill, he had forgotten. He breathed deep, finding the scent still warm and fresh. Whoever she was, she lived, and was close by. He looked about, scanning the trees and underbrush with sharp eyes. A slight movement caught his attention, and he focused upon a larger oak nearby. From behind it appeared a mane of shining golden hair, fluttering, framing a face that had the look of a spooked doe. As their eyes locked, he started towards her, slowly, not wanting to startle her, for she seemed filled with fear as it was.
 
~ Kimma heard a loud *thud*.. followed by the grunt and then that agonized howl of that beast... she lifts her head.. her face stained with tears.. of fear.. pain...

There was something.. atop the back of the thrashing beast... her eyes widened as she realizes... it is a ... man?????? Kimma shifted a bit.. letting the tree trunk support her... a man... yes that was a man... the beast was howling in pain and... fear? For a moment it lifted it's head.. those sickening yellow eyes fixing on her for a moment.. or seeming to... and she saw fear in the beast's gaze..

She cowers back.. as the man upon the beast reaches under and grabs it around it's thick neck... a mightly twist... the roaring beast is silenced... the haunting *crack* and *snap* of it's spine.. it's neck.. echoes into the darkness.. a shudder... a spasm.. and the monster goes still....

Kimma suddenly realized that the... man.. the Hunter that had just slaughtered the monster.. could be as dangerous.. or more.. than that monster... she was not thinking entirely clearly and was not seeing the Hunter as as saviour... no.. she saw Him as another threat...

She tries to duck back into the underbrush... her leg sprawled out behind her... knee and ankle swelling and in horrible pain... she could not even entertain the idea of trying to get up... She turned and dares to look again at the ... Hunter.. and locks eyes with Him... oh gods... He saw her... His intense gaze.. eyes as dark as the night around them.. bored into her pale hued eyes... she could not pull her gaze away... her eyes were wide and filled with terror and pain.. her skin glistening with sweat.. tendrils of her pale blonde hair clinging to her skin.... she shook her head *noooo* as He slowly stepped toward her... He had sheathed His weapon.. which He had brutally yanked from the back of the monster... the scent of blood.. death... and fear.. hung in the air around both of them...

She tries to move back... dragging her leg... panting...

"please... please don't hurt me" she whimpers... closing her eyes and looking away.. trembling .... her blonde hair falling to cover her face.. to hide her fear... her only movement now.. beside her trembling was her breathing.. it seemed as if she were waiting for the strike that would kill her.... as if she were waiting for death... ~
 
“Please….please don’t hurt me”

He halted his advance. Her words, whimpered with trembling lips, reeked of fear. His eyes softened as she came into better view. The cloth she wore the color of shadow, a sharp contrast to the fair skin of her arms and legs, as well as through the several tears in the thin fabric. Red dots speckled her flesh from where the brier she had fallen into had taken its bites. Eyes the color of amber streamed with tears, adding to the sweat and dirt clinging to her delicate face. He watched as she tried to move, but then yelped in pain, favoring her foot. Glancing down, he could tell from the massive swollen ankle that it was broken. It was then that he decided. She would not survive here in her condition. Unable to walk, she would most certainly either fall to one of the larger predators that roamed these woods, or to the elements themselves.

In any case, he was honor bound to help her. She was yet another to suffer from his mistake. It was the beast that had caused her to come to harm, and it was his mistake that had allowed the beast to escape. Yet now, with her, he had a chance to help. So, hunkering down, and raising his hands, open palm up in the sign of peace, he approached her, slowly.

Keeping his eyes soft and concerned, he approached her only as close as to be near her injured leg. Her eyes still seeped with tears, fear still shuddering within them. Carefully, he knelt, her swollen foot within arms reach. One hand then lowered to his hip, opposite the blade, into the small pouch that hung from the leather wrap around his waist, his only covering. From this pouch, he withdrew a handful of large dark green leaves. Leftover from when he dressed his own wounds, he pushed them into his mouth, and began to chew. The overwhelming bitter taste caused a tear to roll down his cheek, but he continued to pulp three times the amount as used normally. Then, spitting the mash into his hand, he slowly reached towards her ankle. Smiling slightly at the calming of her shivers, he gently pressed the macerated leaves onto the red puffy area around her ankle, the powerful medicine within the leaves soaking through her skin, calming the swelling, and, he hoped, blocking her pain.
 
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~ She slowly opened her eyes once more, and turned to look at the approaching man... He had His hands up.. palms out... she was unsure what the meant, but what made her calm down if just a little, was the kindness that seemed to glow from His dark eyes...

She watched Him carefully.. with her own golden eyes.. Kimma was no fool, she knew she could not run from Him anyways. Her ankle was surely broken, the pain radiating thru her, overridden only by the fear that gripped her. But at least that was fading, some. He was not just a hiker.. perhaps if He had been she would not have been so terrified of Him as well as the Beast He had slain. No, His .. well.. what He was wearing told her He certainly was not a hiker. Where had that idiot of a boyfriend taken her? Then she realizes. There had been talk of... natives... in the forsest that bordered the Mountain of the Wolf. She remembered hearing about that when in the library. Most experts had not believed that any survived in that vast wilderness. Only a handful spoke otherwise. The people who indeed did own cabins on the outskirts, their opinion was that only wildlife.. bears.. deer.. mountain lion.. survived in the backwoods that blanketed the mountainside...
Kimma had gone in the wrong direction when she ran from her ass of a boyfriend. If she had run south or east, perhaps she would already be home now, telling her best friend what a asshole he had been. But Kimma had run north, right into the forest.. deeper and deeper...

and yes... there were natives who lived here.. She was looking right at one, her eyes wide and staring.

When He reached to His hip.. she cried out, not realizing it was the opposite hip to where His blade rested.. her quaking had resumed, eyes wide with fear. But He did not strike her. Instead, He put several leaves in His mouth and began to chew. A moment later and the pulp was lain to her broken, swollen, and very painful ankle.
She let out a audible sign, as the pain did seem to fade at the moist touch of those pulped leaves. The whole of her form relaxing. She meeting His dark gaze then, nodding slightly.

"Thank.. thank You... it feels.... better" she whispers.. unsure if He even understood... she hoped He did, for she was grateful for His kindness. Maybe He could get her out of here. ~
 
She spoke again, and even though the words meant nothing to him, her soft tone, the look of relief in her eyes, and the relaxing of her body spoke much clearer.

Keeping his hand over her ankle, holding the medicine in place, he looked up at this female. It had been many generations since his people ventured outside the valley, yet they still knew of the “ghost people” that lived beyond the mountains. Those of pale skin and golden hair. Through those stories told of them being ugly and unsightly, this one, and he knew she had to be one, was far from unsightly. He saw her as being rather pretty. He was fascinated by her hair, the color of fall grasses, it even swayed the same in a gentle breeze. Without thinking, he reached out slowly, until his fingers just touched the hair line along her forehead. Then, his fingers followed the flow of her hair around her face, softly touching her cheek as he went. The whole time he looked in wonder at how it felt, soft….fine…..much different then the females he knew. Though her light skin, to him, made her seem as if she were sick. Still, something about it drew him, perhaps because it was so different, so exotic.

It was then he realized his fingers were gently touching her cheek in earnest, and he withdrew. He smiled in apology, and returned his gaze to her foot. The swelling was down some, and from her more relaxed form, he knew the pain also was less. Yet, the leaves would not heal such a wound, he knew. To do that he was have to take her back to the village. This brought a look of concern to his face. The village was several days walk from here, and with her ankle injured, he knew she would not make it. That left little choice, he would have to carry her, but, strong as he was, he was also drained. The fight with the beast and the long hunt had taken it’s toll. He wouldn’t be able to carry her all the distance, besides, the effects of the leaves would have worn off long before they got half way there. Again, left with few options, he settled on what needed to be done. He would carry her, but he would have to use his Power to do it. Using It would give him the strength and speed to get her to the village even before the night ended.

He looked up at her, into her eyes. He had seen her reaction to the beast, could she take to seeing him use his Power? He didn’t wish to scare her anymore, but there was no choice. Then, it hit him, an idea. With the strong medicine already within her, relaxing her, it wouldn’t take much to send her to sleep. He backed away, putting distance between himself and her, before turning and running into the trees.

It had to be around somewhere! He thought. Its flowers a common sight among the undergrowth. SO, though it took him few moments, he found what he needed. A tiny white flower, barely the size of his thumbnail, breaking the shroud of shadow covering the forest floor. Picking it gently, he raced back to where she still sat. Walking up to her easily again, he slowly raised the flower to her face. He knew it’s sweet scent would entice her to breath it deep. She did, and within a few moments, her eyes began to weight heavier….and heavier….until at last, she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

Standing, he back away once more, tossing the flower to the ground. He breathed deep, feeling the cool night air fill his lungs, and then…..he let his Power lose. To anyone else what happened next would have been excruciating, but, to him, it was almost pleasurable. The feeling of power flooding every limb, causing muscles to swell with strength. Bones snapped and reformed into thicker more solid forms. He grew massive, adding many feet to his height and hundreds of pounds of muscle to his weight. His jaws stretched, lengthening, new sharper teeth erupting from his gums. Razor edged claws bust from his finger and toe tips. His feet and legs warped, taking on the look of a dog the decided to stand. Then, as long silvery fur sprouted to cover his skin, and a long tail wagged behind him, he padded over to where she dozed, and with hands that could crush stone, picked her up tenderly.

He held her to his chest, a mere babe to his monstrous size, and then turned, as a tinkering of the beads still tied to his mane was heard. Then….he was off….crashing through branches, leaping over great wide crevasses, his speed inhuman. All the while keeping her safe and warm in his furry embrace.
 
~ Kimma was not sure how to, interpret, the look in His eyes as He looked upon her, but when He reached to her, she did not flinch. His look was not threatening, not in the least bit. His fingers went for her, hair. Her pale golden blonde hair. She realizes then, she must look very different to Him, so very different.
His fingers caress her hair, as if it is a fine silk that He wished to savour... but a moment later those same rough calloused fingers, the fingers of a Hunter, were touching, stroking her cheek.. lightly...

She lifts her golden eyes to Him, as He pulls back. He did not speak, she had to wonder if she would understand Him even if He did. But His smile, a bit of a crooked offhanded smile, was apology enough. It was obvious He had gotten carried away abit.

His eyes lowered back down to her swollen foot.. whatever those leaves were, her ankle felt better, altho she knew she could not walk on it. Kimma had no idea how she was going to get out of the forest. She could not expect Him to carry her.

He, in turn, was staring at her. But she got the distinct impression that He was thinking.. He sprung up.. it was almost as if a lightbulb went off in His head.. and a moment later He was gone. Kimma sat up a little, trying to look around. All she could see was the dead body of that horrible monster, He.. had disappeared... but only momentarily.

He reappeared.. approaching her and kneeling down. She blinked, looking from His eyes, to the flower He held before her. He was giving her a flower? That did not make any sense to her, but she took it. The scent was soo light, sweet, she bringing it up to her nose..............

The word suddenly seemed to swim, the shadows grew all around her. Kimma found it hard to keep her eyes open, as hard as she tried. She fought the effects, suddenly a bit scared at what was happening. Afraid if she went to sleep or unconscious, she would die out here.

"ppplease... help me" she begged Him, reaching out to Him as the effects of the flower sent her into darkness..
Kimma was sound asleep.. her breathing had slowed.. her body completely relaxed...

She had no awareness of the, change, taking place at this moment before her. Altho as she was picked up, Kimma was aware of something soft against her, soft fur, warm to the touch. She felt someone, or was it something, holding her.. and moving. Moving at a high rate of speed for she could feel the wind passing by her very quickly. The cool touch of the wind and the warmth of the fur, made her quite comfortable. In her hazed state, she manages to slant open her eyes, blinking as she looks up at what held her cradled , so securely. Her eyes went wide... It was another BEAST.. her mind screamed, even tho she was not fully aware.. she did not have the strength to cry out or fight... but her fogged mind tried to make sense.. This fur was soft.. baby soft... and the scent was clean.. unlike the foul odor of that Monster, something she found hard to miss... His muzzle was elongated.. and even tho as He drew in a great breath she could see razored fangs.. these were not like the Monster's that were protruding from It's mouth.. this .. Beast.. was different..

That was all her mind remembered as she fell back into the darkness... not reawakening for many hours.. to a new day... or night... in a new.. location.. even deeper.. in the forest at the base of the Mountain of the Wolf ~
 
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The heat had begun early that day. Sunlight was beating down onto his bare back, pulling sweat up from his skin, only to drip down his sides. Still he stood before the large hut, the one belonging to the Elders, without budging. He knew they were testing him, even now. Seeing how long he would stand there in the scorching sun, and to show their dominance by making him wait. He would prove himself, he would show them he was worthy of the honor he had just regained. The body of the beast had been dragged into the encampment just a few moments ago. At this moment, it was within the dark of the hut before him, being scrutinized by the Elders, to be sure it was a honorable kill.

He looked up, the bright sun hovering just over crests of the mountains that dominated the horizon. Green lush hills rose and fell at their base, fading into the bright emerald of the trees that ringed the clearing in which the few dozen huts and tents that made up his village stood. His kin were already busying themselves with the days chores. Some tanning skins on wooden frames, while others worked at fashioning arrowheads and spear tips from stone. Just then, a group of children can running towards him, giggling as they chased each other , circling him before running off in another direction. He smiled as an older woman, clad in a brightly colored wrap, chased after them, shouting for them to come back and behave.

Turning to watch this amusing sight, his eyes fell upon his own shelter, as it stood nearer to the beginning of the woods. His smile slipped a little, replaced by a look that spoke of questions, and apprehension. She was still resting within there now, the mixture of the medicine within the leaves and flower sending her into a deep healing sleep. He was glad it had lasted long enough to get her back here, which had only taken until the first stars started to fade to morning. He thanked his Power once more, for allowing him to manage such a feat. Yet, he still wondered, from where did she come? This woman of the ‘ghost people’. He had spoken to an elder about it, being told that her kind had not been seen for many generations.

Dread suddenly filled him, as he remembered that is was in the telling of that elder that had begun his apprehension. His mind went back to the look upon the elders face when she had made him tell her everything, and had asked to be shown this ‘ghost’ woman. He had no choice, for that old woman was an elder, who’s requests can not be denied. He then remembered the look on her weather cured face, the look of shock, and even revulsion, when he took her into his hut and showed her the sleeping form upon the blankets. Then, she had looked at him, her eyes accusing, before she turned and made for the hut he stood before now.

He swallowed. He knew there would be hell to pay for bringing her back here. He knew the laws, knew what was forbidden. And her being here was breaking the oldest and most forbidden law his people had. This was going through his mind as he sensed movement behind him. He turned quickly, beck towards the elder’s hut, right as several imposing figures began to step from the darkness just past it’s door. As the half dozen faces came into view, he shrunk back. The angered look upon them let him know that this was not going to be good.
 
~ her dreams were.. troubling.. to say the very least. First it was of her boyfriend, the ride to the mountains, promises of a fun weekend in the cabin. Those quickly shifted, to the fight, and her running. But that was not the troubling part. What came after was.

The Beast, the Monster. In her dream, which played out in serveral versions, she is attacked. Screaming she tries to fight the horrible creature off. Tries to run, feeling her ankle break. Oh God.. OH GOD.. it was going to kill her, rip her to shreds. Those horrible fangs, blood tipped claws. She heard herself screaming, felt the animal tearing into her.

Her hero, He landing on the Monster's back. The Beast howling in pain. Blood, blade, It falling dead. He comes to her. He is kind, promising to protect her, help her.

Then.... the dream goes into shadows. She can no longer see Him, her hero. Where is He? What was happening??? Picked up, in the embrace of... of... ANOTHER BEAST??? She stared up at the animal, not understanding.. the Beast.. the Monster.. was dead. Where was her hero, the man that had saved her. And what was this thing?

A moment later, and several renditions of that same dream, and Kimma startles herself awake. Sitting up suddenly, a gasp dying in her throat. Her eyes wide and staring as she tries to figure out just where she is.. She having trouble disginushing from the dream and the reality. A sudden deep fear hits her.. THE BEAST.. oh gods... what if it had dragged her here.. But.. she looks around. The shelter she was in, whatever it was, did not have the look of an animal's den. It looked comfortable and lived in. Still trembling, Kimma crawls to what she perceived to be the entrance and peeks out, hoping to not attract attention...

People... she saw people. Children running by with a laughing woman in a brightly colored garment of some sort chasing after, other women further away, some looking as if they were preparing a meal perhaps, a couple with baskets filled with herbs walked by... Kimma's eyes then found...
her hero...
The One who had indeed saved her.. her eyes focusing on Him just as several older, people.. both men and women, emerge from the hut... was that a hut?.. that He was standing before... even she could see by the looks on their faces that they were not happy, and a gesture toward the hut she herself was peeking out of told her it was HER they were not happy about.

She wanted to tell them that He had saved her, but she had already figured out that He did not understand her. How would they? And, she was afraid to leave the hut she was in, never mind the fact that her ankle was throbbing.

Looking down at her right foot, she was surprised to see her ankle tightly bandaged. She dared not try and put weight on it. She knew it probably was broken. This was not good...

Where was she? and who.. were these people??

She crawled back to the furs.. she had been sleeping on a bed of furs.. soft.. and surprisingly comfortable.. wrapping her arms about herself to stop her trembling.. and just waited.. she was not sure what else to do at this point.. She hoping He would come back soon.. and that she could find some way to .. communicate with Him ~
 
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“Why would you bring that….THING….here!? You dare betray the laws that have kept out people alive for a hundred upon hundred generations?”

Keeping his eyes to the ground, Jacob stood before the smaller man as he spat and cursed, anger flushing his withered yet proud face. Jacob figured this would happen, how could it not? He did bring a stranger into the village, not only that, one of the “ghost people”. Why else would the elders be so angry, and now they were taking it out on him. The man before him continued his tirade, rage flashing in the dark eyes set into his weathered face. Then, the man stopped, Jacob chanced a look up, to see the elder look past him, behind him. A sudden chill ran through his body as he himself turned, and saw a light colored face framed by golden tresses poking out the door of his own shelter.

“Oh no.” he muttered under his breath. His attempts to keep the elder, who now was growling menacingly as he looked past his shoulder, from hearing failed; those hard eyes lashing back at him, forcing him to drop his gaze to the ground again. Jacob could feel the rage building within the older man, but he had to say something, try to explain himself. So, taking an extreme risk, he spoke, choosing his words and tone carefully.

“Grandfather, she was hurt by it, by GraLnok. I could not leave her out there. I was…I am responsible for her coming to harm. I had to bring her here to be healed, to keep her from coming to harm again.” Jacob glanced up slightly, his head still lowered in submission. His eyes found those of his grandfather, saw the anger that had burned inside them before had ebbed, replaced with a touch of understanding. A slight smile curled at the corners of Jacobs’s mouth as he lowered his head again. Few knew the man that stood in front of him better then Jacob. Once a mighty and fierce warrior, his grandfather could instill terror into even the mightiest beast with nothing but his howl. Yet what his grandfather was known best for, was not his power at fighting, but the power of his compassion. His love for his people was well known, as was his willingness to risk his own life for the lives of others. A trait, it would seem, he had shared with his grandson.

But all that mattered not at this moment. No matter his grandfather’s personal feelings on this, he was an elder, and also chief, great protector of his people. He, above all others, had to uphold their laws. So, it was no surprise to Jacob when he felt the lighting quick fist of his grandfather slamming into the left side of his face.

His neck jerking violently to the right, a ribbon of dark red blood flying from his lips, raising a wisp of dust as it splattered to the ground. Jacob pulled his head back to center, his eyes still drilling into the ground, even as the group of elders turned, walking slowly back into the shadowed within of their lodge. Jacob waited, until their footfalls faded into echoes inside, to look up. His face stung, his jaw ached as he wiped away a trickle of red from his chin. The beast he had slain was never mentioned. He suspected as much. It would seem the honor he had regained from the killing of GraLnok was again taken for bringing a stranger into their home. He turned towards his hut. Her face was no longer peeked from inside, those shining locks no longer catching the sun, as they curled around that light and lovely….

He shook his head. What was he thinking? He couldn’t be….? No, he couldn’t! He shouldn’t! Yet, she was so….intriguing. If only he could understand the strange garbled tongue she spoke. All this he thought about while he walked back to his hut.

He poked his head around the corner, looking inside. She was huddled on the furs he had laid out for her to rest upon, clasping her knees, shivering. Her face lifted, and as she saw him, the fear seemed to leave her, yet she still trembled. His heart went to her, how scared she must be, a stranger in a strange place, surrounded by ones she doesn’t know. He did not know how her kind comforted one another, but her knew how his people did.

He walked towards her, smiling warmly. Reaching her, he sits down beside her. Then, carefully so as not to startle her, his arm curls about her shoulders. He gently begins to pull her close, hoping this show of kindness would elevate some of her fear. Though, he had to admit to himself, the thought of being close to her, of smelling her sweet scent and letting it envelope him…….was exciting.
 
~ She trembled, as she heard others passing by outside, speaking words she did not understand. Wrapping her arms about her knees, she tried to still her quivering. They, or more appropriately, He, had not hurt her. He had saved her. Surely His people would not hurt her. Yet she had glimpsed that look of pure, hatred? disgust? maybe even a little bit of fear? In the faces of those Elders that had emerged from the hut He was standing before.

What was going on in there? She knew this much, this was a native encampment. One that perhaps had not been discovered, since so many were convinced that no human life would or could live in these great woods. Did they know of, well, outside life? They had to, they just had to. Could or would they take her to, well, civilization? Her instincts told her no. They were much to isolated for that. With a sigh, she closes her eyes. She just had to let her ankle heal, then maybe He would lead her to a road or something... but, how was she going to communicate with Him til then??

Think Kimma.. think... She had always been good with languages. She loved learning latin, spanish, french in school. That would not help her, but maybe she can learn His language.. maybe just a little. At least that would help.

Looking up, she watches as He enters, just Him being back made her feel better, being alone in such a strange place made her all the more.. scared..

Her eyes follow Him as He approaches, coming closer to her.. He was so, exotic, looking to her. With His dark skin and long long dark hair. And His eyes, His eyes seemed to glow from deep inside. He body was a form of corded muscles, smooth tanned flesh, compact and powerful. She had seen Him kill that Monster. His strength was undeniable. Kimma had never seen anyone like Him. She wished she knew His name..

What she liked most, was His smile. It was warm and comforting and she found herself relaxing, calming, as He came to her, sitting down beside her. She turned her gaze to Him, her own soft smile tickling her pinkened lips. Then He did something she totally understood, He reached out and drew her, slowly... gently.. into a hug, something that Kimma desperately needed. Sighing softly, she leans into Him, the softness of her gliding against His muscled chest. She liked the feeling of His strong arms around her. He had saved her, she trusted Him. His scent was very male, unlike her boyfriend, who used way too much polo cologne thinking it made him smell... masculine. NO, this, this was masculine, the scent of the outside, the woods, rugged, clean. She lifts her chin just a little as He holds her.. her breath warm, teasing lightly across the skin of His chest and throat... just where His adams apple was... she shifts closer, feeling so much better being held... after everything that had happened.. the fingertips of her right hand begin to trail lightly to His bare chest...

"I wish I knew Your name.. how to talk to You" she whispers.. more to herself.. "how to thank You"....
 
A shiver suddenly ran over his skin, as this lovely creature snuggled into his arms. He hadn’t expected her to respond like this. Though he was far from complaining! He slowly pulled her closer, enveloping her in his warmth, as well as taking in hers. Her soft hair tickled his flesh, raising the fine hairs over his skin, while her delicate hands lain upon his chest.

His eyes then widened, as her fingers left his skin burning as they drifted over his chest, tickling. Then, the feel of her breath, warm and sweet, as it caressed his throat, while she whispered in her own tongue. He gulped, could she be saying that she wanted to……? He felt his muscles tighten at the thought, as well as a molten heat begin to roll in his gut. Her touch, the softening of her voice…it all could mean that she…desired him!

Without thought, a hand belonging to him fell to her cheek, cupping her fine featured face. As he gently brushed away a few remnants of dirt that still clung to her cheek, he caught her eyes in his. How deep they were. Their color reminding him of winter wheat flowing in the soft valley breeze. The shade of her eyes seeming to ripple, opening to draw him further into their depths. He pulse quickened, his heart raced, while his eyes glanced down at the rest of her. The shreds of black cloth that remained from her covering still hung from her loosely. He had thought of removing them for her, as being without covering was common for his people, yet, he thought against it. Perhaps it gave her a sense of protection, as his own loincloth did him for when he hunted. So, he had left it, though some strips he used to bandage her ankle, holding some medicine against it. From her ankle, his eyes moved up her long legs, seeing the small but strong looking muscles flexing under her pale skin. Her hips were slim, flaring out from a narrow waist. Above this, her chest stood proudly, well formed, moving in and out with her every breath.

It was this breath he took in now, relishing the female scent it carried. For all her differences to the women he knew, she still looked, felt, and smelled very female. He suddenly had an overwhelming urge to kiss her. From where it came, he didn’t know, but a kiss was far from a simple hug. Plus he still had no idea the name of this woman, but it was about time he did.

He parted from her slowly, still keeping an arm over her shoulders. His free hand he put to his chest as he spoke his name.

“MaqpaLuta”
 
~ His hand moved to her cheek, strong fingers ever so gently brushing back a stray tendril of her hair from her face, His hands, that had killed that horrible monster, so lightly, almost lovingly, caressing her cheek. Kimma lifted her pale golden hued eyes to His, she caught within the darkness of His gaze. She loved His dark eyes, she saw them as sooo strong, powerful, yet she could see such a gentle side within...

Slowly He pulled back, and she found she did not want Him too.. she felt safer in His arms... This place was so strange to her. Kimma felt as if she were in another world, and completely alone, except for Him...
"please.. don't let go" she whispers, wishing again that He understood her.. and she Him...

His touch did not leave her, as He laid His hand to His bare chest, staring at her, as if trying to get her to understand..

“MaqpaLuta”

Her eyes widened... Oh my gods... did He UNDERSTAND her? That she had wished she knew His name? DId He actually understand that??? Kimma was not sure... not sure if He did understand her or this was some sort of fluke.. but that did not matter to Kimma.. as He spoke, her eyes sparkled at Him, a smile curling her petal soft pinkened lips...

Struggling a bit, she tries to say His name.. "Maquaapa... Mackpa... " sighing.. she tries again.. "MappaLuta... MaqpaLuta.... Luta... " She liked that part.. it was easy.. "Luta" she again said... softly....

Kimma then mimicked Him.. laying her hand to her chest, between the ample curves of her breasts...

"Kimma" she said slowly... hoping He understood.. She reaching to Him, her hand then pressing to His bare chest.. the skin feeling warm.. the muscles, His breathing, she had to pause for a moment, before repeating "MaqpaLuta... Luta... " she then lays her hand back to herself.. "Kimma"....
 
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“Kimma”

He excitedly repeated her name, placing his hand to her chest…”Kimma”…he smiled…then he noticed just where his hand was. Beneath his rough callused skin, the soft warmth of her breast radiated. His breath caught in his throat, as he found his fingers tracing the gentle swell that rose over the neckline of the cloth that hung from her neck. She was so soft, so smooth. He looked back up at her, his eyes taking on an almost confused look. Within his sense of law and his sense of need fought viciously. On the one, he knew what he was feeling, what he was suddenly wanting, was forbidden by the most ancient laws of his people. To go against them, with this woman, may carry a harsh price. Yet, on the other, this woman seemed no danger, no threat. Why was she so feared? He did not understand.

What he felt at this moment, thought, he fully understood. This woman drew him, like water to a thirsting man. Her eyes, her lips, her slim body, pulling him to be closer. Her scent was intoxicating, making his senses spin. And her name…Kimma…a word he had never heard before. He greatly wanted to know it’s meaning, as his name meant ‘red cloud’. Her name repeated over and over in his head, as his hand rose to her face…once more cupping her cheek. Yet now, it started to pull her face closer towards his. Her lips beckoned him as they smiled, pink and full. He so needed to feel them, so needed to know their taste. This rush of emotion almost scared him. He had never felt so strongly for a female, even of his own people. And this one he had only just met. Yet, he could not deny the surge of need pouring through him.

Closer he pulled her…closer…till only a length of a finger parted them, and he stopped. He realized, what if she did not want this? He did not want to force upon her such a special act among his people. A kiss meaning so much, it should only be done if wanted by both, so he paused, hoping she knew….and desired the same.
 
"Kimma"

~ She liked the way her name sounded on His lips.. the way it rolled from within Him like a deep resonating purr.. and the sound.. His voice.. made her smile... His name still was hard for her to say, the language seeming to foreign.. so gutteral to her... she like *Luta*.. that was easy for her... "Luta"... "MaqpaLuta.." she manages looking up and into His eyes...

His hand came to her cheek, touching, caressing, a slight cant of her head and she leans to that touch, letting her eyes close.. Kimma had never felt such a gentle touch as that.. from one who was obviously so powerful... so strong.. so brave..

Lost in her thoughts, she did not realize that He was drawing closer to her.. and she to Him, guided by the gentle caress of His hand...her silken honey blonde hair fell over one shoulder, trailing down over the darkness of the dress.. what was left of it.. that she wore.. veiling the swell of a breast within that golden touch... Kimma's head tilts up just a little.. she was unsure what was happening... but she was drawn to Him... To His wildness.. To His strength...

Kimma reached up.. as His hand slips away from her cheek, her own delicate fingertips sliding into that thick darkness of His hair... as she does so, the material of her dress rips, the last fabric holding it upon her form giving way and the top falls away, leaving her bared. She felt the sudden chill as her skin was exposed.. her skin.. the swell of her breasts, she had not worn a bra this particular day.. but she did not pull back as one may have thought...

Luta was her hero... her saviour.. and Kimma felt a draw to Him that she could not seem to quell.. to control.. a draw that pulled her closer to Him, until her breath and His mingled, her eyes and His locked within each other's gaze... their lips so close, that they almost touch... she whispering His name again...

"MaqpaLuta".. the sound vibrating off her lips like the softest flutter of butterfly wings... ~
 
Her fingers, as they sank into the volume of his hair, felt like nothing he had ever known. Her nails grazing over his scalp, combing through the raven colored locks down his back. He shivered, new feelings ripping into him. She was so close, as once more she repeated his name, softly, almost a whisper. Her eyes danced, and he knew his own did the same. So close, yet he noticed not the rip, and the fall of her covering. Her ripe young body now bared to him. Yet, he cared little, all his thought upon the sweet lips and deep wondrous eyes before him. Closer…closer….and then….contact.

As their lips touched just the faintest bit, a massive thrill shot down his spine. He shook slightly, as he pressed closer, only then noticing her nakedness as her chest pressed against his own. Hardened nipples poked into his skin, scrapping slightly as he moved to deepen the kiss more. His hunger for this female grew by the moment, as did something else he discovered. Beneath his loincloth, his maleness was now reacting, swelling in the confines. Yet, again he cared not, all his attention drawn to the deep wondrous kiss that now consumed his whole world.

A rough yet gentle hand returned to her cheek, caressing her soft skin, before traveling down her neck. Rubbing her shoulder, massaging down her back, where it finds not but supple skin, covering sleek but tone muscle. He scent, her lips, the feel of her skin….driving him mad with desire.
 
~ Kimma's breath catches just as their lips meet. Their breaths, as Kimma allows herself to breathe again, entwine, the warmth curling, becoming one.

She was not sure what was happening, or if it should happen. But as her lips and His meet, it felt, very simply, right. Their skin comes together as well, His so much darker, seemingly rougher from His life as a Hunter, than her own pale, soft supple flesh. The heavy curve of her breasts brush to His muscled chest. As they draw even closer together, His hand, rough yet so very gentle, cupping her cheek, moving slowly down along her throat, shoulder, and now her back, Kimma arching slightly to that sensative touch. She gasps just a little, velvet soft lips parting against His, the tip of her tongue felt, so wet, so warm, so wanting...

Kimma could feel her own heart pulsing deep in her chest, beating with His as they press together , her pale body and His dark, almost mingling, together. She no longer heard the foreign voices and words outside, she no longer cared. As long as Luta were near her, she felt safe, safe and so much more.

Was it because He had saved her from that monster? Or was it so much more than that, that attracted her to Him, that drew her into the embrace of a perfect stranger, an intimate embrace at that. She felt His strength and that aroused her, the rough texture to His hands and fingers, the corded muscles beneath His skin, the Hunter that He was, the Warrior, so male, so powerful, so different than the boys she knew. And something else, something she could not quite put her finger on.

All she knew and cared about at that moment was the kiss that deepened as her tongue and His finally touch, slowly, tentatively, between them ~
 
Sensations rippled over his leathery skin. He felt her body tense as their lips first touched but the relax, pressing against him. The swells of her chest were flattened between them, spearing their hardened tips into his skin. His breath quickened, the heat of his body flaring. The kiss grew deeper, harder, her silken tongue tickling his lips, before seeking his own tasting muscle. At their touch, the hand he had at her back pulled, tightening his embrace around her. He craved her closer, needed her heat, her scent, her body against him. His head whirled in these new feelings, new as this was his first……he then felt it.

His eyes shot open, as the tingling that now ran through his limbs was one he knew well. Parting from her lips slightly, he looked down at the hand that lifted from her back. Silvery hair already growing thick on the back of his hand, while the tips of razor claws where ripping through the tips of his fingers, yet did not bleed. His breath caught in his throat….She couldn’t handle this truth...not yet! He pulled away, panting in gasps as he leaned back from her. Their eyes met, and in hers he could see a fistful of questions, perhaps even a little disappointment. He apologized, trying to tell her with his eyes what she couldn’t understand from his words. He had heard that sometimes, the flood of emotions during a mating can trigger the Change. That was the last thing he wanted to do to her, with her still recovering from her fright in the woods. It was then that the sound of a clearing throat pulled his eyes to the opening of his hut.

She stood with her arms crossed in front of her as she leaned against the edge of the doorway, her waist long hair the color of midnight. Deeply bronzed skin covered what could have been the body of an athlete, it‘s form covered only by a multi-colored wrap around her waist reaching to the top of her knees, as well as a strip of the same fabric around her buxom chest. Slightly wide set eyes shined as a smirk curled the lips below them, lending an edge of sarcasm to her voice as she spoke.

“Should I come back later, brother? After you are finished sampling some forbidden fruit?”
Jacob snarled at his sister, but then looked back at Kimma. Smiling again at her, he placed his hand on her shoulder as he stood, trying to let her know it’s ok, before he kissed her cheek and turning back towards the young woman at the door.

“Kachina…” he growled, walking over to her, “you’d better have a good reason for barging in here unannounced.”

The woman didn’t flinch, even as he towered over her. She just grinned more, “Oh, I’m not the one that needs to do some explaining, brother. Imagine what Grandfather would say if he were the one to find you just about to mate with…that.” She looked over his shoulder, at Kimma, not in disgust as others had, but of curiosity, like a child finding a new flower. “Though I would say it’s about time. You’re how old and still haven’t taken a …..”

“Her name is Kimma.” Luta scowled, moving in the way of his sisters snooping eyes. “And you are not one to talk. I think Grandfather would be even more upset to know that his dear granddaughter had taken a mate before her rite of passage. He’d skin you alive!”

Kachina gave up trying to peer over her brother’s trunk of a body, and just shrugged. “Anyway, I’m supposed to tell you there’s gonna be a gathering tonight. Grandfather had called for a Cleansing.”

Luta’s eyes questioned, “A Cleansing? But the moon hasn’t fully turned yet. Why would he…” He stopped, and gulped. He knew why Grandfather had called for such a ritual. He turned, looking over his shoulder at the beautiful being sitting behind him. He smiled warmly at her, hoping it covered his worry. Grandfather feared more of Kimma’s people stalked the woods. Now, with the Cleansing, if any did walk out there, they would not after tonight.

“I’m guess I’m still to lead the Cleansing.” Luta asked.

“Of course. Even though you really angered the Elders, you are still the Master of the Hunt.” she suddenly punched his shoulder playfully. “Don’t worry, brother, you two’s secret is safe with me.” With that she winked and turned. Luta watched her leave, then turned towards Kimma. Her bared body so wondrous to look upon. Even with the sheen of sweat and dirt that sprinkled her fine colored skin.

She may want to bathe, he thought. He smiled, the idea of bathing her seemed a very nice one. So, he walked over to her, knelt, slipping his arms under her and lifting her up. The river was close by, he could carry her that far. Passing through the door of his hut, he walked towards the woods, and the river that flowed just past the trees.
 
~ Her tongue and His taste of one another, and Kimma felt His hand on her back tighten, pulling her closer to Him. Within her, a deep, hungered moan, builds, only to slip past her lips and vibrate into the kiss. She felt Him tense, His fingers for a moment seeming to dig into her back, before He pulls back, breaking the kiss...

Her eyes search His.. had she done something wrong? Was He displeased? She had gotten the sense and distinct feeling that He had wanted that kiss, almost as much as she had. It was then she heard something, and her eyes lift from His to behind Him. She saw another of His people, a woman, standing at the entrance.

Kimma gasped slightly and grabs for a fur from the floor, wrapping it around her partially bared form. Lowering her eyes, she had to wonder if she had done something so horrifically wrong.

Luta rose to His feet, His hand lain to her shoulder, she felt a reassuring squeeze and that brought her gaze back to Him. He leaned down to brush His lips across her cheek, offering her a warm smile. Kimma was coming to really like His smile, and without thinking she reaches up to brush her slender pale fingers along His cheek for a moment. He then turns to the figure at the entrance.

She really wished she could understand what was being said between the 2, and who was that woman? Did He have a mate? Kimma did not think so, why would He have kissed her? Did these people have more than one mate? But in watching the 2, she did not get the sense that was the case. THe body language did not support that. Family maybe? That made more sense. And Kimma had a brother. As she watches, she sees some indications of the same facial expressions that she and her brother often shared when having a, conversation, right down to the playful smack to the shoulder and the wink.

As the woman left, Kimma looked up at Him when He turned to face her. The fur she had gathered about herself had slipped back down, baring her smooth shoulders once more, her pale hair almost translucent on the pale of her skin. Those blue eyes of hers focusing on Him, on His dark eyes. As He approached her, she reaches for Him. Kimma wanted to be able to get to her feet, but the dull throb in her ankle told her she still could not.

Unsure what He was thinking or doing, she nevertheless lets Him pick her up. His strength was undeniable. She was not heavy by any means, that was for sure. But the boys she had dated had never been able to so easily lift her as Luta did, so easily hold her, so gentle, so caring.

Kimma leaned into Him. She would trust Him, she had to, and relaxes in His arms. He carrying her from His hut, out into the sunshine, Kimma takes a deep breath of fresh air. The air here smelled so wonderful, so clean, fresh, with the hints of venison cooking, as well as other things she could not identify. SHe felt eyes on her as Luta carried her, but only for a few moments. He slipping behind the huts and out of the eyesight of those that would stare.

Lifting her head, she looks around, wanting to see where she was, not that she had any clue in all reality. She was completely lost, Kimma knew that. Lost and at His mercy. After meeting that horrible creature in the woods, she had no desire to venture in there again alone. Kimma wondered if her father and brother would come looking for her, eventually... She had no expections that her loser of a boyfriend would, nor did she care.

Kimma heard the water as they approached. Her eyes widened a bit, still unsure what He was doing. Her thoughts did turn to the idea that the water would indeed feel good, now that she saw it. SHe had not showered or anything since, she did not even know how long. She was not even sure how long she had been sleeping when she awoke, or how long she had been with Luta. But she did know that she felt dirty, and the idea of bathing, of the cool water, just sounded better and better to her.

"Luta" she whispers, gods she wished she could speak to him. Kimma decides then to begin listening intently, to try and pick up on words, but for now, she could really only say His name, well her version of His name ~
 
The sounds of the woods surrounded them. The spring birds singing in the tree tops, the scurrying of tiny things in the leaf strewn ground. All this they past by as Luta made his way carefully farther into the forest. Try as he might, he felt his attention shifting from watching where he tread, to the soft feel of Kimma’s skin against him. As her arms pulled her closer, her scent enveloping him once again. Once more he felt warmed from it. She smelled so sweet, yet also there was that strange tinge, a sharp tang that did not seem natural. He had smelled it before, as they drew close within his hut. It seemed to come from around her neck. The scent was like the natural scents of a female had been taken and changed, that was the best he could describe it. Well, soon it would be washed away, and only her own true sweet delicate scent would be left.

They were close now, the bubbling of the shallow river echoing over the small hill before them. Luta climbed, keeping Kimma close, as he crested the top. There, looking down, their sight was filled by the winding flow of a river. Sliding down the embankment, Luta caught sight of several others of his people. Most were children, splashing and playing in the gentle moving waters. Two were woman, standing on the banks after also bathing, letting the sun from above dry their totally naked bodies. Seeing Luta they simply waved, completely unabashed by their nudity. As was Luta as he nodded back, the bared form a common sight among his people. He walked a little farther up stream, away from the others. He wanted Kimma to have some privacy, not knowing if she’d be comfortable yet around others of his kind. Last thing he wanted was for her to be stared at.

Finding a small outcropping of rock, he gently set her down onto the sand-like ground. He then walked over to the water, knelt and scooped up some into his hand. Good, the afternoon sun had warmed the waters just enough to take out the mountain chill. He looked back at Kimma, and at the remains of the cloth she had been wearing. It hung limp and loose from her waist, her upper body still bared. He thought of helping her remove what was left, but he didn’t know if she would be comfortable totally exposing herself. Perhaps that cloth made her feel safe, secure. He thought for a moment. Perhaps if he removed his own covering she would feel more at ease. So, he stood, reaching for the cloth that wrapped at his waist. Un-tucking one end, and the whole garment fell to his feet. Stepping out of it he moved slowly to where she sat. Smiling warmly, he looked from her eyes to the fabric at her waist, then back up to her eyes, placing his hands upon her legs near wear the scraps lay. Would she understand?
 
~ Kimma was glad when He moved away from the others she saw playing in the river. She felt self conscious enough being so incredibly pale in comparison to them. She wondered for a moment just how she looked to Luta. The women she had seen were so, so beautiful in that wonderfully natural way. She was soo pale compared to them. So soft, and helpless, compared to them. Her thoughts dwelled on this as He carried her to a more private spot. If He thought her ugly, then He would not have kissed her. That much made sense to her. *Stop trying to overthink and analyze this Kimma* her little inner voice scolded her *He has been nothing but kind and gentle to you. Stop worrying* She nods her head ever so slightly in agreement with that little inner voice, just as Luta stopped and set her down.

She tried to put some weight on that ankle, but the pain shot thru her, altho she did note it was not nearly as sharp as before. Whatever He had done for it seemed to be working. The ankle was firmly wrapped in leaves and what looked like some sort of animal skin. At least it was a little better, that was a good thing.

She sank to the soft sandlike ground with a sigh, watching as Luta turned and walked the couple of steps to the water that bubble and coursed nearby. It was a beautiful crystal blue, and Kimma surmised it came from the mountain itself. She watches Him for a moment, again cursing silently the fact that she could not understand, when He turned around and looked at her. His eyes roamed over her half naked body, but she did not get the sense that He was staring lewdly at her like she would have if it had been anyone else she knew. She had seen the naked females at the river just a moment ago, and had seen a couple walking thru the encampment earlier as well, probably returning from here more than likely, and the nakedness seemed to be, normal, natural, for them. She had noted that most did wear some sort of garment for everyday life and the like, but being naked was just as comfortable for them, or so it seemed...

It was then that Luta stripped Himself bare... Kimma could only stare for a moment. She had not quite expected that, no matter what her mind told her. As He approached her, she found her eyes taking in every inch of Him, so to speak, and without thought her heart sped up, and she found herself getting so much warmer. Nakedness was not something she was entirely used to seeing, but His warm smile and kind eyes told her she had nothing at all to fear. He was not going to hurt her, rape her, anything of the sort, just the look in His eyes told her that. Her own lips curl into a shy smile as He leans down, His hands coming to rest on her legs. He looking from what was left of her dress to her eyes. She blinked, furrowing her brow, trying to understand... wait.. He wanted her to strip to.. Of course.. bathing.. naked.. NOW it all made sense. But......

But....

what was she going to put on after bathing? This dress was completely in shreds. There was nothing, at all. She took a deep breath, thinking to herself. That had to have been His sister He was talking to earlier. She had clothes on.. well coverings. Kimma would just have to some how tell Him, after bathing, that she needed some sort of coverings is all. Maybe He would even figure that out for Himself.

She looked around for a moment, she wanting to make sure they were both alone, she then slips her hands under the scraps of the dress, pushing it down, feeling it ripping slightly as she does so, and falling free of her. She sat there in the sand, the only thing left was her panties. She swallowed for a moment, then, in an act of pure trust, she lifts her hips slightly, just enough to be able to slip those panties down and off.

Kimma felt suddenly very vunerable, and when she heard voices , coming from downstream some, the others still bathing, she shivered abit and looked to Luta, reaching for Him. She shifts on the ground, coming up onto her knees and leaning into Him. She wanted to try and stand. She really wanted to try...

"stand" she said quietly... "I want to try and stand" and as she spoke, she used His powerful frame for support and manages to get to her feet, putting the majority of her weight on her good foot and ankle and not the injured one. She put a bit of pressure on the one, winced, but at least she was standing.. "stand" she said again, then pointing to the water "water"... He already standing next to her, letting her use His arm for support. "I think I can do this Luta" she says quietly, and slowly starts to limp toward the water. It was then she heard something again, voices, and feeling nervous and afraid, she clings to Him, pressing her naked body into His.... her supple pale skin, the curve of her breasts peaked with pinkened nipples, warm and so very soft, brushing against Him, tendrils of her long hair tickling His skin...

"Sorry Luta, I am just alittle nervous being naked" she says, knowing He could not understand, but it made her feel better to voice her fears and how she was feeling, her sparkling eyes gazing up at Him ~
 
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