Demon Island~Closed

[Perplexia]

From the time Victoria was 4 years old with her curly red locks, and porcelain skin, she had been told how pretty she was. People would tell her that one day she’d make some Nobleman very lucky and give him a slew of children. After watching the unhappiness that her mother had in her own arranged marriage. She had made a decision to give the worst impression to whomever she met.

Her outspokenness, and lack of a subservient demure made her the talk of any circle. Though because of her family's standing they had to invite her to the balls in fear of slighting the family. Often her father would decline to go and make her mother chaperone her. Her mother unfortunately enjoyed being away from her father. Anyone new that hadn’t met her was immediately drawn and approached her in hoards like wolves to a sheep. Till she opened her mouth and they ran like deer.

Some men thought that she could be broken and were a bit more stubborn in courting her. Others stayed clear, they didn’t want to work at it, after all it should be her to be grateful for their attention, not the other way around. After all she was a possession, an object to be had, that her parents would pay to be rid of.

“I understand your reluctance to become attached after your father and my example of a marriage.” her mother told her on the way back from the ball. “But you must know Tori, that this isn’t something we have a choice in. Had you been a boy, you would have the world at your fingertips. But as a girl, well we live in a world run by men. Your father is determined to find you a husband. You must not make this so difficult on yourself.”

Victoria looked up at her mother, squinting her eyes. “I will not be the equal of a cow sold at market.” Her eyes narrowed even more. “You cannot make me, and I won't do it. Any that he puts in my path I, I shall run over with a cart of horses.” Her mother signed at her exasperating daughter.

As it was apparent that she would be true to her word. Her father out clevered her. A widowed Lord in Scotland was seeking a virgin bride of noble standing, that was young enough for him to breed and extend his bloodline. So in secret her father had sent a painting of his beautiful daughter, and the Lord was so bewitched he agreed to a quarter of the dowry that most would require upon meeting her. Once the arrangement was signed by both parties, he had her things packed while she was at the dressmakers, meeting them in town to pick them up.

Telling them to stretch their legs, they both got out of the carriage at the docks while he attended some business. The next thing she knew she had been scooped up by a big man and tossed over his shoulder. “Enjoy your wedding my dear.” Her father said waving as she screamed and bit the man that carried her. Another had to help him before he lost the package that was bound for Scotland.
On the ship she was locked in her cabin until it set sail and there was no place for her to escape to. What should have taken no more than a couple days, ended up being a nightmare voyage for all. As she stood upon the bow of the ship cursing her father for selling her like a cow, a great storm hit them out of nowhere causing her bonnet to fly from her head and hair to burst free into a wave of red fiery locks. “Get below Miss” one of the crew yelled to her upon the wails of the wind. “I would rather sink to the pits of the ocean than to go where we’re headed.” she exclaimed. With that she was blown overboard in a gust of wind like a tornado throwing her high into a swirl of wind, and having her disappear.

 

[Finadien]

At first he had raged, killed any animal that came into his view, torn out trees, and rocks and dirt and anything he could find and flung all of that away. He had screamed and roared and kicked and scrapped. His fury unchecked and wild and hot. Perhaps he had done so for month or years, time had no meaning to a demon of his standing. He knew exactly what had brought him here and unfortunately he also knew what would free him from this prison but that was something he could not … would not do. Besides it wouldn’t work anyway.

He had been banished to this island by a wizard who was not powerful enough to destroy him but was still able to curse him in this damnable way which made it impossible for him to escape. Now he prowled the island, thinking of a way to finally leave here and find that pitiful human who had done this to him.

Time passed and his rage rose to unbearable heights and waned nearly completely. There were times when he destroyed halve the island in his fits and threw trees around like kindling, hurled rocks against the one mountain at the center of the island which resulted in thunder that nearly drowned out his roars … nearly.

And then there was the calm serenity. The realization he couldn’t do anything about his situation and that all his shouting and raging and destroying wouldn’t change that. At those times he just sat there, atop the mountain, or on the beach or beneath the waterfall that was fed by a hot spring in the mountain and brooded.

More time passed. He realized that his fits of rage came less frequently, and the serene contemplations were less brooding and more thinking about his nature. Yes, demons were evil, destroyers, defilers and worse but was that something that had to be this way? Could a demon love and more importantly be loved? He doubted it.

The first may be possible, he thought he had seen a change in himself after all the time he had spent here. The island now had time to regrow the damage he did, and it was as lush and beautiful as someone could imagine and he started to appreciate this beauty. And so, he himself had changed as well, he could take in the sights and enjoy them, he could see the beauty in a sunset, he could savor the feeling of rain on his skin, he could finally smell the colorful Flowers that were growing near the waterfall and relish the sensation.

Yes, his brooding returned from time to time and very seldom did the brooding turn into rage, but that rage was much more contained and shorter. He no longer destroyed large parts of the island and what he destroyed he rebuilt afterwards. He planted the trees he had ripped out and collected the rocks he had hurled.

Even more time passed. The island was more beautiful than ever. He had planted the flowers in different spots and made small paths throughout the jungle so he could walk around them, look at his handywork and be content. He fell into a certain routine, he got up in the morning, hunted one of the animals that were plenty on the island and ate. Afterwards his cleaned himself in the small pool by the waterfall and then he made sure his irrigation for the flowers were working. The rest of the day was spent sitting on the beach and waiting for his salvation.

It would come sooner or later.

He would be free.

It didn’t come sooner.

It didn’t come later.

He wouldn’t be free.

The rage returned and with it the destruction of all he had built.

It took a long time for the rage to ebb and much longer for the island to return to a semblance of its natural state and in all this time he just sat there on the beach and brooded. It was over, the wizard had bested him and all that remained was for him to accept it.

He stood up in all his 7’8” glory. Skin as red as fire, horns raising up from his brow and sweeping over the silky black hair. A black goatee surrounded his mouth that still showed signs of the sneering arrogance that had been his primary feature for most of his life. His arms were full of muscles and ended in powerful hands that could grow claws but right now were looking rather mundane, if you ignored the size and the red color. His legs marched the arms and did NOT spot hooves, he was a demon after all and not a devil with all their rules and laws.

Did he spot something brown our there on the sea? Something that was not the frothing of the tide? He squinted and realized that he was right, there was something other than water out there and it was slowly being swept towards the island.

After all the rage and brooding and building and destroying this was something new. He started to wade into the waves, his powerful legs carrying him easily towards his target. He felt the magic of the curse tug on him, getting stronger with each step he took, but he was able to reach the thing he had seen. It was a female human, flaming red hair, pale complexing, dressed in a heavy brown coat that apparently had filled with air in a strange coincidence that seemed to have saved her life.

He picked her up, carried her to the beach and laid her down there. She was alive and didn’t seemed overly hurt so he sat beside her and waited for her to wake up.

 

[Perplexia]

Victoria coughed and started choking , her body rolled to the side as it began to wretch and spew out salt water. "oohh godddd..." she coughed a bit more. She hadn't noticed the 7.8 red demon siting next to her yet. Bringing herself to her knees she caught a glimpse of him and let out a screech. "Holy mother of Mary am I in hell?" obviously she mistook him for the devil that had been pounded into their brans from an early age as where they would go if they didn't obey their parents. She would be a top candidate for that.

Her eyes took him in and looked around some more. "This isn't at all what they told us hell would be like." she added seeing the gorgeous island. "if this is a repent point you can forget it, I am not going to marry him, I will not subject myself to a prearranged marriage. Go ahead and take me to hell." Victoria exclaimed with nostrils flaring as she put her wrists together in front of her as if to say go ahead and shackle me. Scoffing she put her hands down.

When she seemed to settle down a bit, she began to realize the pain she was in. The hurricane had tossed her around quite a bit, bits from boats and ships had clipped her causing her to lose consciousness for the last half. It had been exhilarating and freighting all at the same time. Any way she tried to move her muscles screamed at her. The sun was shining down upon them as if a storm hadn't occurred. Her dress was ripped along with the rest of her. God the coat was so heavy filled with water. She unbuttoned it and wriggled herself out with much effort. Reaching under the top of the back of her dress she tried to undo the corset that had her bound so tightly. For the simple sake of modesty in front of what appeared to be a mellow devil, she finally was able to take a deep breath and eventualy manaed to remove it without exposing too much of her flesh. She tossed it on top of her coat and laid on her back again.

 

[Finadien]

He watched her awaken and expected anything. Pure, naked terror, a deep fear, her running away or fainting or even for her just to die of fright. Nothing of all that happened, she just told him that she wouldn’t marry anyone - whatever that was about - and then got rid of some clothes while still trying to be modest. He thought for a moment about covering himself up but laughed inwardly. Most certainly he would not try to conform to mortal standards, especially not something about modesty. When she lay down again, he raised an eyebrow and was at a loss what to do. He was a demon after all and he had nothing to do with hell, his home was the abyss, but how should a simple human woman know that. She wasn’t afraid at all it seemed and the only people he ever encountered who weren’t afraid of him at the beginning were those he had eaten very fast after the first encounter. Each one had thought he could control him or use him, and it had never worked.

The last time someone had summoned him he had again got free and killed the summoner, his followers and a whole bunch of more people and then the wizard had come. The wizard had been very afraid of him, but unfortunately powerful and intelligent enough to banish him to this island and create this damnable curse.

Yes, he knew that this woman perhaps was the solution to his dilemma, that she could be his way out of here, but by now he really didn’t care anymore. It had been so long and yes, he would take the chance, but if it didn’t work he would start his circle of raging and brooding and contemplating anew.

He stood up, looked down at her and spoke. His voice was deep and booming even though he was able to keep the volume at normal level. Men had fled just from hearing it and some had even died on the spot.

“I am Kaltakoran of the sixed level of despair in the abyss of pain. You are not in hell nor are you in my home the abyss. You are still in the mortal realm an on island that was hidden from mortal eyes.”

He made a sweeping gesture with his arm indicating the beach, the jungle and the mountain.

“Welcome to my prison.”

 

[Perplexia]

When he stood up, his frame blocked out the sun. Then he spoke and it was like anything she'd ever heard. A deep baritone that seemed to be projected from the bowels of hell. He was huge and towered over her like a cliff. She tried to mouth his name and decided he would just be Kal if she ever decided to call him by his name. She did like the fact the island was hidden from the world that she knew. That mean she could simply live out her days basking in the sun, and never have to wear a bloody corset again.

"well, Kal, I'm Victoria from the mortal world, where fathers sell their daughters to be owned and bred like livestock. So what you call a prison, I call paradise. If you're not going to eat me, and not taking me to hell, Could you move, you're blocking the sun and I'm drying to dry out the only clothes I have.

She did of course notice he was naked. But as this was his home, he could do as he wished. Victoria didn't know anything about demons other than they were associated as minions of the devil and the Catholics liked to exercise them from people determined to be mad. With as many times as her father had called her a demon child. It as a little ironic that she ended up here with one.

 

[Finadien]

He stood there very still, towering and glaring. He tried to be intimidating and of course he would NOT move, he wasn’t to be commanded by a mortal, by a mortal woman at that. He was thinking of a fitting response, but he just continued to glare at her, fire in his eyes, his muscles taught strings of contained rage.

In truth he was flabbergasted. He could handle fear and panic, defiance and adversity but this? This was something he hadn’t experienced before. He felt confusion and something else he could not place yet.

The hope that this mortal woman, this ‘Victoria’ could be his salvation, his way of the island and to freedom was slowly vanishing. She was not interested in anything besides herself it seemed. She was not feeling anything at all, besides betrayal from what she told him and her reaction to him, his voice and the fact that she was alone with him on this island showed him that not only did not fear him she was also lacking any respect for the situation and the danger to her life. He couldn’t threaten her, he couldn’t convince her, apparently he did not have any power over her.

Now he realized what other feeling it was that he couldn’t place. It was a small sliver of fear.

 

[Perplexia]

"I said MOVE, are you deaf?" Victoria was use to commanding people. Most nobility were. They were use to giving orders and them being obeyed. It didn't matter how they glared or attempted to intimidate, they lived with a sense of entitlement. Yes he was frightful in appearance, his muscles were huge along with other parts of him. But that didn't stop her mouth. She didn't know fear, she'd spent her life doing and saying what she wanted. Damn the consequences.

She brought herself up onto her elbows and glared back at him. "Am I suppose to be frightened by you?" she questioned with a quizzical brow. "You may be a giant, red and full of muscles, but I'm a lady of nobility. To you here that probably means nothing. But let me tell you how this is going to go. This is no longer your island. This is our island. You can choose to serve me or not. I suppose there are no laws to force you to do so. I am much easier to get along with when you obey me however, it will save years of stress from your life."

With a deep hump she slowly rose up from the ground. It was quite obvious that she was in pain from her bought with the hurricane. "So whats it going to be Kal? " she said looking up at him with her arms up on her hips.

 

[Finadien]

This was getting out of hand. He nearly laughed about the absurdity of the situation. He was a demon, a Dread Lord, the personification of fear and she was what? A spoiled brat to stupid to realize what her place was? A woman desperate enough to wish for her death but settles for a demon? He didn’t understand her but she had to learn respect and he just thought of a way to teach her. It wouldn’t help starting hurting her. He had learned long again that desperate people didn’t mind pain that much, but there were others ways to show her that she had to respect him in some way.

He bowed in mock deference.

“Sorry, MYLADY,” he said, “excuse my rude behavior. Perhaps I should fetch you something to eat since you seem in need of strength.”

He walked away and into the thick foliage, looked around a moment and then sprinted away. It didn’t take long for him to find what he was looking for. After a while he returned to the beach with a fawn in his big hands. He got close to her, dopped the living fawn before her and held it so she could look into its eyes.

“Hungry.” He asked with a wicked grin, sure that this would show her that she was out of her depth here.

 

[Perplexia]

She doubted his sincerity as he bowed and gave her his apology. When he returned with a live fawn and dropped it before her. She scowled at him with such distaste as she scooped down and picked up. "Monster" she yelled at him as she stomped off into the foliage with the baby deer. Finding a clearing she set it free with the hopes it would find its mother. The first thing she needed to find was a source of fresh water. Without it, she wasn't going to survive.

It would have been so much easier if he had chosen to just do what she wanted. Perhaps she approached it a bit wrong. But t wasn't in her nature to apologize. At least not yet anyway. Victoria trekked through the island listening for the sound of water. It took her about an hour before she finally heard the sound she'd been looking for. "wow" she exclaimed coming upon a beautiful waterfall. The first thing she did was taste it. It was the freshest thing she'd ever tasted. Once she replenished her body with it, she took off her dress and placed it on a rock in the sun. Before diving into the water. Even though it was only slightly warm, It still did her body well.

Oddly when she exited it, her body felt better. As if there were healing properties n it that the world had yet to discover. Her clothes were finally mostly dry when she looked for some shelter near by. She happened upon an over hang that would serve for the night. Next she needed to find something to eat. Eventually she happened upon some fruit trees. For tonight this would work. With a few attempts at tossing her shoe up at the branches that held the fruit, she was able to get a couple to drop.

The only thing she was missing was fire to warm herself by. Having no energy left, she made her way back to her overhang and fastened a bed out of some fallen leaves. After eating the best fruit she'd ever had. She fell asleep, deciding that if she froze to death, at least she went out full.

 

[Finadien]

He watched her leave and grinned. So, there was something that got under her skin. Then he stood there and realized that he still didn’t know what else to do. She would be here for the foreseeable future, and he somehow had to share the island with her.

And, he thought, perhaps get her to love him and consummate that love? He laughed at that. This would be impossible, she was something between headstrong and foolish, desperate and indifferent.

He could simply kill her and be done with it, but what would that accomplish? He had been here much to long to now just throw away any chance of escape. For a moment he contemplated following her but the island was pretty safe, except for him and she wouldn’t be attacked by anything or anyone. He sat cross legged on the beach, looked into the sinking sun and thought hard about what to do next. He was not to be intimidated or bullied around by a mortal woman but there had to be some arrangements to be made.

He got up and walked into the slowly darkening woods following her trail. This was not hard since she had no way of concealing her passing and as he got closer, he could smell her scent.

Apparently, she had bathed in the warm pool below the waterfall, eaten something and now was resting beneath an overhang that did not provide enough shelter for the rough weather that could plague the island from time to time. It would be sufficient for her mortal body for tonight but he had to do something about it. Right now, he collected some branches and started a fire, so she was not freezing to death. Then he sat down some distance away and waited for the night to pass. When she finally awoke, he raised his hand to stop her from commanding him around again.

“We have to talk,” he said earnestly. “And not short and scream and commanding anyone around, I mean talk.”

 

[Perplexia]

There was a point where Victoria was starting to think she was going to freeze to death during the night, and then warmth hit her and she was able to sleep somewhat comfortably on the patch of ground she'd chosen. This was not an ideal situation. The demon, as he called himself, wasn't keen on her bossing him around. She'd never lived in a world where people didn't do as she asked. This was her life, on an island, in the middle of nowhere, and not likely to be discovered by anyone.

If she was going to survive, she would need Kal's help. But she probably ruined that with her little attitude. She was lucky he didn't eat her, or worse put her over his knee and spanked her ass until she submitted.
It would have probably happened with her suppose to be husband in Scotland. He'd have probably thrown her ass in the dungeons for running away. It seemed that the demon wasn't going to eat her or take her to hell. So they were to co inhabit a wild island for how long?

"I suppose hot tea first isn't going to happen." She said with a smirk as she stretched on the leaf covered ground. Victoria looked at the fire that he'd lit for her. "Thank you for the fire" she said lightly as she studied him. "I suppose that I can communicate without ordering you around. It would appear that I may have been a bit highhanded with you yesterday. Being tossed around like a leaf in the wind caused me to be a bit irritable."

She groaned as she moved her head from left to right trying to release the crick in her neck. Her body still ached from the hurricane tossing her around. "Are there any hotsprings on the island?" she asked desperate for some pan relief.

 

[Finadien]

So she could be considerate, he thought. Perhaps this could work after all. He watched her stretched and had to confess that she was rather pretty. He was used to full bodied succubae and most humans where prey and not something to be considered for anything else, especially not love which was an alien concept to demons anyway.

But no demon had spent as long alone on an island as he had, and this had changed him, he still didn’t know how and how much. What he knew was, that he apparently could live with a human woman together on an island

“If you can stop ordering me around than he have a basis of coexisting her on this damnable island. And since I don’t have anything to do …”

“… besides destroying the island completely which is out of the question now…” he muttered under his breath.

“… I think I will try to make your life at last a bit easier.”

He pointed to the waterfall and then up.

“The waterfall is fed by hot springs. They are quite nice up there, but I don’t see any way for you to reach them. The only way up is the sheer cliff, and you probably will fall to death if you try to climb it.”

He looked at her and tried to keep an even and honest face wondering if any demon had ever tried to do that.

“I could carry you up if you wish.” He couldn’t help himself and added. “and ask nicely.”

 

[Perplexia]

"In the world that i come ..rather came from , the society i came from was one of sophistication and ordering others about to do their bidding. I will work on my highhandedness, and try to accept my situation as being a coexistence rather than a dictatorship."

This was definitely something she was going to have to work on. It wasn't an ideal situation, but considering she had no other option, and it was better then where the ship was heading. This would definitely be a humbling experience.

"I appreciate your effort" those words seemed foreign in her mouth but she said them with sincerity. She looked up at the waterfall as he pointed and talked about it, and the hot springs her aching limbs were in extreme need of.

Victoria bit her lip as he added the ask nicely part to the request. "Kal," she said sweetly, " would much appreciate if you would take me to the hot springs so i can relieve some of the pain my body is currently undergoing."

 

[Finadien]

He smiled at her and answered.

“In the world where I came from, we kill and maim. I am on the island a long time now and have learned that raging, killing and maiming will amount to nothing. I still feel the urge to do it nonetheless, but I guess if you can try to be considerate, I can try so as well.”

He stepped closer to her and again tried to smile hoping he slowly got his face to approximate what a human would call a friendly face in opposition to the feral grin he usually used and then told her.

“Sorry, right now I don’t see any other way.”

With that he grabbed her in one of his giant arms as gently as he could and then scrambled up the sheer cliff, halfway up the mountain where the hot springs were. His free hand grabbed stone and, in those cases, where he couldn’t find purchase, he just made it with a thrust of his finger inside the rock. His feet did the same from time to time, but mostly they just propelled him up even further. During the short accent an idea formed in his head what he could do to make this easier, but this would take some day and not help right away.

When they reached the top, he put her down gently. There was a small plateau here, with some pools that were placed at slightly different heights. They fed each other and the last one fed the waterfall. From experience he knew that the topmost, that was fed from a steady stream of water that came from a hole in the mountains, was the hottest one and it got cooler with each step.

There were some bushes at one side of the pools and some scrappy trees on the other but besides that the plateau was empty. He pointed at the steaming upper pool.

“This one is the hottest, so be careful. It gets colder with each step.”

He looked down at her form and was wondering what else it would take to make her easier to handle.

“You have asked nicely and so I will try to help you some more. You need nourishment. Are fruits the only thing you eat? What about meat? And yes, I have to kill animals for that, but perhaps not a fawn.”

She also had mentioned tea, and he even had an idea for that as well.

“I will leave you to your bath and return when the sun is highest. Since you seem to value your modesty, I will not come back before that except if you call for me. I have pretty good hearing, so if you call loud enough I will hear it.”

With that he turned and just jumped down the cliff, landing with a audible thump and then was gone in the forest.

 

[Perplexia]

Victoria let out a meep as he swooped her up with one arm. It took the breath out of her. Closing her eyes she waited through all the jerks and smashing until he set her safely down on the ground. "thank you" she managed to say softly as she caught her breath once again. She looked at the gorgeous bodes of water that contained the springs. She listened as he talked about the hottest to coldest spring. "I do eat cooked meat. Though I'm afraid i know nothing of how to prepare it. It was all done for me in my previous life. Fruits and vegetables are good as well, fish is good, various types of seafood as well. But I'm still at a loss on how to season them or even cook them, or how long to cook them so i don't become ill." she sighed. "I'm pretty useless it would seem. I would probably be dead with in a week, they never anticipate that a woman would need to know survivor skills."

She listened to him referring to her modesty and to call for him if she needed him. With that he was gone. The giant thud told her he landed safely, but she wasn't about to verify it by looking over the cliff.

Taking a step toward the water she dipped her toe in the hottest, yanking it back quickly and almost falling over in the process. The next pool was hot but wasn't scalding. It would be the one she needed to soak her muscles in. Slowly taking off her dress she placed it on top of the bush and entered the hot pool of water. "oh god" she moaned as the water seemed to to work instantly in removing the chill from her body and the ache n her muscles.

Now this was the type of bath she could get use to. Water that didn't' get cold after a few minutes but yet continued to supply fresh hot water. Dipping her head back she rinsed her hair out. She needed to figure out what she could use as soap to clean it. She closed her eyes and floated relaxing in the hot water. There was a crash of rock, and she opened her eyes looking up. The sun at its highest. Quickly she got out of the water twisting her ankle in the process and quickly threw her dress on. Before plopping down on the ground moaning over her steadily swollen ankle.

When he popped his head over the edge of the cliff and thrusted himself onto the ground she told him what she'd done. "I don't think its broken" not that she would know.

 

[Finadien]

Kaltakoran may eat his meat fresh and bloody, but he wasn’t without knowledge how to prepare food in the more human way. Humans tend to forget that demons were rather smart themselves and this extended all demons and not just the smaller and not so strong ones, or those that had other purposes than just maiming and bringing pain. The funny thing was demons tend to forget that as well and during all his time here on the island he had not used his more refined thinking processes.

It didn’t take long for him to find an older deer, quickly killed it without it making any sound and feeling any pain and brought it to a place on the other side of the waterfall. There was a small cave there, hidden behind some bushes where the human woman could sleep safely and perhaps a little warmer.

For now he had to use his claws to rip pieces of flesh of the carcass and he even tried to keep the furs as clean as possible so he could cure them somehow. He prepared a fire and started to cook the meat as best as he could.

He remembered a place where some stuff from a shipwreck had been washed ashore and found a mug. Remembering her asking for tea, he filled the mug with water, found some peppermint and crushed it into it and held the mug over the fire. He looked around his little campsite and nearly laughed out loud.

On the one hand he was doing something no demon had done before; he was building something and for a human at that. On the other hand, this was pathetic compared to things he had seen and gladly destroyed. For a short moment the urge to rage came up again, to destroy this campsite and jump up there and …

… no, he would not do that. He would be free; he would tend for her and win her over.

When he judged the time right, he scampered up the wall and found her dressed but lying on the ground.

He raised an eyebrow in her direction and shook his head.

“You should be more careful.” He scolded her. “This makes things more complicated.”

He bends down to examine her foot as carefully as he could. It really seemed not to be broken but she couldn’t put weight on it for some days.

“Perhaps I have something to help a bit.” He told her, then grabbed her again as gently as possible and jumped over the edge with her. Again, he landed with a thump, breaking the fall with his powerful legs. He carried her over to the new campsite and gently let her down on a bed of leaves near the fire. He again took the mug, held it for a moment into the fire to heat it again and then he held it out to her.

“Tea?” he asked with a slight mockery in his voice. When she took the mug gingerly, he looked after the meat and when he judged it ready he took one, held it a moment for it to cool a bit and handed it her was well.

“If you want to survive out here we have to do some more things and I really don’t know which are more important. There is a cave over there,” he pointed to the bushed, “but it is not that much warmer either. Food I can provide as you can see.”

He looked at her gown that was the only garment she had with her. “Clothing could be a problem.”

 

[Perplexia]

Victoria scowled when Kal scolded her. It was bad enough that she felt useless, but now she was in pain on top of it. "Sorry to be a burden" she said softly.
"ouch ouch ouch" she whimpered as he carefully checked her swollen ankle.
Her stomach jumped to her throat as her eyes closed super tightly when he jumped over the edge of the cliff. "umph" came from her was he landed and she reopened her eyes.

She took the tea and carefully sipped it. She wasn't sure what she was expecting, but this was probably the best tea she had ever had. "This is so delicious, have you tried it? It is so good, Thank you so much" Taking the deer meat she took a bite and chewed it. "Thank you for this as well, i appreciate the effort.

Looking over at the cave she listened to what he had to say. Depending on how high the ceilings are a fire could be lit in there to help warm it. But I would need your help in showing me how to build and light one."

Following his eyes she looked down at her ripped gown. "If it gets to the point where i can't wear it any longer, I could always try to fashion something out of leaves or seaweed or moss i suppose. She looked down to her arm and pulled the sleeve up a bit and pressed down on her skin which gave a white mark. Do you know if you have aloe plants on the island. Its a thick plant with a clear green tinted goo inside of it. My skin is quite fair, The sun isn't going to be my friend and can lead to more issues if i don't use something to counter the effects of being exposed to it."

Taking another bite of meat she chewed it before speaking again. "I'm so sorry that I'm so useless, but I promise if you teach me things. I'll stay out of your way as much as I can." She thought for a moment and added "If you can find me some moss, i can weave a net, so that we can catch fish and seafood for meals."

 

[Finadien]

Her demeanor had changed dramatically. Apparently she understood now that she was more dependent on him than he on her. That was not entirely true, but that was something she didn’t have to know right now. The good part was that she was thinking ahead and have some ideas how she could survive on the island without him doing all the hard work. He thought about her suggestions and tried to get them in order.

“I can provide food for the foreseeable future so catching fish is a great idea but not one that must be solved right now for you. I can show you how to light a fire, but the cave is not that large and you most likely will suffocate if you build one in there.” He thought for a moment and then got up, told her “wait here” as if she could run away with her sore foot and vanished for a moment.

He returned with some large rocks, put them into the fire and then fetched more rocks and more wood to make the fire a bit bigger so that the rocks would heat.

“We can put the rocks in the cave before you go to sleep, they should keep the heat long enough. This should be sufficient until we have found a better solution.”

“In regard to your skin, yes, I know the plant of which you speak, and I will fetch it for you. I will also look around to see if I can find any flotsam that could help you.”

He again tried his best to smile.

“About the clothing, I don’t need any and this island is warm enough for you as well. You should not need any during the day. If you feel better you can try to fashion something out of leaves, but that is something I cannot help you with.”

When she was finished with the meat, he helped her into the cave and then brought the stones that were quite hot now. He placed them around the edges and then moved to the entrance.

“I will keep the fire going, so a bit more heat should come from that as well.”

With that he was gone. He scrambled up the cliff again and sunk into the hottest pool right at the top. He leaned back and thought about how he now had a chance to escape.

 

[Perplexia]

"Thank you Kal" she said softly to him for offer to provide food . "We may not need fish just yet, but making a net would give me something to do."

He explained about the rocks and it made sense to her. She was only sorry she hadn't thought of it.

"I don't expect you to make my clothes. Just need the materials to fashion out them."

Victoria sighed when he left. Her foot was throbbing. Puling up the dress she removed the petticoat before pulling her dress back down to cover her. Rolling the petticoat u she placed it over a small rock and moved her swollen ankle on top of it. Before she laid down.so it was propped up. She hated being an invalid, just as much as she hated being sick. One thing was made abudentley clear. She was gong to need his help to survive this this island, at least until she could learn to do it on her own.

She drifted in and out of sleep until he returned to her. He was her savior, her guardian demon.

 

[Finadien]

Kaltakoran got out of the pool and climbed up the rest of the mountain to reach the top. There he sat for a moment and watched the moon and the start, wondering if this all would work out. He felt himself brooding again and then the rage returning. He jumped down the mountain on the far side, reached the beach on the other side of the island and let out a bellow to the heavens.

That helped. The rage slowly subsided again, and he was a bit surprised how fast this had happened this time. Was her presence already influencing him? He walked along the beach and then saw something he hadn’t expected: a shipwreck. He examined it in the moonlight and found that no humans were to be found. Either all had somehow escaped or drowned. Besides that is was more of a loose collection of planks and sails and masts and … chests?

Should he tell her about this site? Would she try to escape?

No, that was unlikely. She made it clear that the world outside held no appeal for her and that she would prefer to die on this island rather than return to a place where she would be handled as cattle. Perhaps he could do something about that as well.

A wicked grin crossed his face, he could give her what she wanted even outside of this place, and he could escape and return to things he liked as well.

He looked through the chests he found, most which contained nothing of interest to him. He choose one with some basic tools and then grabbed part of a sail. Clothing shouldn’t be a problem any longer. With his loot he returned to the cave which took a bit longer since he had to round the mountain this time.

The sun was just coming up as he reached the campfire that was slowly burning out. He again prepared her “tea” and then grabbed a branch he had found and woke her.

He held out the branch so she hobble by herself outside, told her what he had found and presented the sail and the tools to her.

He hoped this was building the trust between them. With trust there hopefully came love and with love the consummation of it and …

Suddenly he realized that this would take more then just trust and perhaps love. He looked at her rather petite form and then tried NOT to look between his legs. This would take a lot of … work as well.

 

[Perplexia]

"Ooh Look at the treasure you found" she exclaimed rather cheerfully as she hobbled out using the branch he had given her to use a crutch. She looked through the tools he brought her finding what she needed. "This is enough material to make outfits and some bedding." . It would also leave extra that she could keep for later uses.

"ooh you brought me tea too" she smiled even wider. "this is so good, if we could market this we'd make a fortune" she exclaimed. "I know we have no use for money on this island, nor do we have a way off of it. Nor would i want to see the beauty of this place sullied by my species."

Picking a piece of long grass she twirled up her locks and tied them up with the grass. "I'm afraid that i must burden you again by asking for a lift to the springs. I need to soak, and I'll have to forgo my modesty by having you assist with taking off my clothes and placing me in. Were you able to find some Aloe?"

Her stomach grumbled and she couldn't help but giggle. She hated to burden him further by asking for food on top of all he did for her. She'd been able to relieve herself as well. How could she possibly ask him to help her with that as well.

 

[Finadien]

Apparently she was pleased that one problem was solved and so he had to focus on the others. And she seemed a lot more friendly as well, which would help with his plans. How far could he take it? How fast should he move? He had some ideas and so he just smiled and nodded.

“Of course I will get you up there again, I have nothing else to do anyway. “

As he had the day before he swept her up in his strong arms, carried her up the wall and put her gently down besides the pool. The he steadied her as she took of her dress and lowered her into the pool. He made sure that his touch was gentle but firm and that one finger brushed against the insides of her thighs as if in accident. When she was settled he moved back a step.

“I will fetch the Aloe and something to eat for you, will be back soon.”

With that he jumped down again and vanished into the jungle. It took some time to find the right plants but then he also collected some fruits and even a bit of the meat that was left from the day before. He put all this in a makeshift bag and scrambled up the cliff again.

He handed her some fruits to eat and presented the Aloe to her.

“We have to apply it after your done with bathing and are dry again.” He pointed to the part of a sail he had brought.

“We can use this to shade you from the sun but still allow you to get dry in the open air. “

He propped the canvas up against the cliff wall, making sure it would provide share for the next few hours. The he sat beside the makeshift tent, waiting for her to ask him to get her out.

“Tell me, how do you think your life will be from now on and what would you change if you could?”

 

[Perplexia]

"Thank you" she replied using manners she hadn't used in so long she was surprised she remembered how to be kind. It was always so exhausting to be on edge and revolt against everything. Having to keep on her toes, and her tongue sharp. Here she was safe from the life her mother lived. If she thought long enough on in, in the two days she'd been here. The demon had been nicer then she had ever seen her father be with her mother.

She was slightly embarrassed by having to be naked in front of the demon. It was pointless to try and shield her body from him, as she needed him to soak. The sunburn stung at first but calmed quickly within the water. She loved the heat and the way it made her aches sooth. She slowly ate the fruit he gave her as she soaked. He had seemed unaffected by her nakedness. Which in a way was a good thing. It made her feel more comfortable in this state in his presence. He

Victoria was taken back by his thoughtfulness in using part of the sail as a shade, and what seemed like his willingness to apply the aloe to her. She nodded when he spoke about needing to dry first. "Your kindness is greatly appreciated. She said softly. "I know that I am an inconvenience, especially after the way i treated you when i arrived."

She thought for a moment at his question. "The only things I could think to change would be my lack of survival knowledge, and feeling of being a burden."

 

[Finadien]

“Actually you are no inconvenience. You are a distraction, and I mean that in the best way possible. You see I’m here a long time, longer than you can even imagine. The things I did before being banished here and even afterwards would chill your bones. It took most of my time spend here to understand that rage and hate and anger will get me nothing so I will try kindness as long as I’m able to.”

He handed her a bit of the cold meat hoping it was still edible.

“And since we will have a lot of time here I’m confident that you will learn to take care of yourself, I just don’t know if I’m that good a teacher. You see, most of the things you need to survive are not something I ever needed. I guess we will have to find out things together.”

He pointed at the Aloe fruit.

“See, you thought of that which means that you are resourceful.”

He went over to her and helped her out of the pool when she indicated that she was ready for that. He gently placed her under the canvas so the shade provided protection from the sun and then sat close beside her so that his slightly higher body temperature would keep her warm.

“Now you have to dry and we have to apply the Aleo. How is the ankle? And what task should we take up tomorrow?”

He looked at her with as much as a straight face as possible. She was rather pretty and her being naked started to arouse him, but he had his body still under control.

 

[Perplexia]

"I'm glad I'm not an inconvenience. In the world I came from, women are thought only as breeders. We're sold to the highest bidder and not ask questions and to obey. As if we have no brain, and are unable to have our own thoughts or opinions. If we're unable to produce a male heir, its the woman's fault. As women are property, how a man chooses to deal with his failure of a wife is completely his decision." She shrugged.

Taking a bite from the meat she did her best to eat it. But after a couple of bites she put it down and went back to the fruit. Cold meat or luke warm as it was in this weather wasn't good. She did not complain.

"I only know about Aloe because I'm fair skinned and have to use it on several occasions. "

She got on her elbows and looked at her swollen ankle. "In my experience it gets worse before it gets better. Tomorrow i'll start working on getting some patterns made for some functional clothing. I don't think the outfit i have is logical for this environment. As I'm assuming we're north, since that is the direction my dungeon ship was heading. I think its fair to assume that colder weather will be coming. So i should make something for that. You mentioned the cave would be a temporary thing. With the tools you obtained, we might be able to make a better shelter. That can withstand all weather."

As her skin no longer held water drops she reached for the aloe. and applied some to her face. Without a mirror she couldn't see if she got it all. "Did i get it all on my face?" she questioned offering him the aloe. She had yet to try to cover all the affected areas and had to resign to letting him help.