Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Varena sank into unconscious happily, she didn't think she'd ever been so exhausted in her life, with the combination of fighting and blood loss on top of a day's travel. Needless to say, when she did pass out, she fell into a deep sleep, and stayed that way throughout most of Ulrich tending to her wounds. Of course if she knew she was laying there naked with a man she had only just met, she would have woken up, but she was dead to the world and slept on, naked and vulnerable. She had the body most would expect when looking at her, beautiful and curving, everything about her seemed perfectly proportioned with fair skin soft over hard muscle. It was obvious to look at her though that Varena led the life of a warrior, scars of all shapes and sizes decorated her skin, one or two looked to have been just as bad as the gash on her back. Lesser men would have died a long time ago, but the Huntress was very much alive. It was only towards the end of Ulrich's care that she began to drift in and out of consciousness, grimacing as he stitched wound shut, though still very much unaware. She fell back asleep when he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, shifting and stirring occasionally as he cleaned her body, once or twice giving a soft sigh, seeming to enjoy it. Varena would be supremely embarrassed to wake up to a stranger cleaning and practically caressing every inch of her, but she just slept on, chest rising and falling gently as his fingers worked out some of the soreness in her muscles. Then she was being enveloped in the warm embrace of the tub and she let out a more audible sigh of contentment, head leaning back against the side of the tub. Varena probably could have slept in the warm water until it went cold, but she started to stir as he washed her hair, making soft, pleased noises at the sensation. She became aware of the feeling of being surrounded by warmth, the soft slosh and splash of water against the sides of the tub, and the smell of roses. Was she dead? She was surprised to find that that thought didn't entirely bother her, but how could it if she was obviously in heaven? The last thing she remembered was that Ogre after all, trying to crush her, it had obviously succeeded. Then she felt something press gently into her hair and the sound of some one inhaling, but it wasn't her. Her pale blue eyes shot open, and Varena sat up suddenly, wincing at the pain in her back but she ignored it. Instead she whirled around, striking out with an open hand to slap at whatever was near her, and slapped Ulrich right across the face, hard. The woman realized a few things in the span of about five seconds, the first was that she was naked and sitting in a tub, the second was that she had just slapped her client, Ulrich, and the third was that she smelled like roses. Wh-what?! Varena shrieked, covering her full breasts with her arms quickly, What are you doing?! She couldn't decide whether she should get out of the tub or not, she felt like she should, but it at least provided somewhere for her to hide most of her nudity. Instinct won out and she climbed out of the tub quickly, ducking down behind it a little, still covering her chest, her face bright red. Bring me a towel! Now ! She demanded, not caring who or what he was or why he was here, she just wanted something to cover herself.