Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

You definitely got some fight in you don't you Varena? Ulrich asked as he continued to help her along the way. He was very impressed, she would never know now but Ulrich had indeed orchestrated the events of the day. Reasons of his own the man had paid those trolls to come to Bleakwood and prey upon it's people. He even got an ogre into the mix that made things much more entertaining when the Hunters finally showed up. Yet here the man was, getting his hands dirty. Was it because Varena was a woman? No there was more, there had to be. Ulrich had killed and let die plenty of women before, much like anyone else they were like peons to him. Useful for only a handful of things the man found quite the enjoyment in manipulating humans. Killing one another, running off to their doom. But Varena... Ulrich couldn't quite place it but there was more to her. Which definitely shined in the fight against the trolls and ogre. There really wasn't that many humans that could fight an Ogre like that. If ever it was through magic. Not sword and shield. Ulrich wasn't going to let such a gem die now was he? However the woman didn't seem much like conversation, especially when they got back to the inn and she practically fainted when the man sat her down in a chair. So right up the stairs they went, Ulrich requesting medical supplies from the bar keep to be sent to Varena's room. Once there he got her to her bed, quick to undo her armor and remove the equipment she carried. She was beat up pretty bad... And that wound on her back wasn't very pretty either. Ulrich pretty much had stripped the woman, with rag and bandages at the ready the man would clean her fresh wounds. She was definitely stubborn, anyone else probably would of died from blood lose after an hours trek, yet here Varena was still breathing. Ulrich would have to go in with thread and needle. Just for the large cuts like the one on Varena's back. Slowly he worked, not wanting to rush anything in case he might cause unneeded pain. Once her wounds were treated there was a very naked, but grimy mess of a woman laying on the bed. Good taste and proper manners had Ulrich ready to leave... But there was something he couldn't quite place. The man had no more then an hour ago had his fill of blood, so the fact that he was wiping wounds clean wasn't to much of an issue for him. In fact the normal pull of thirst was all but gone as Ulrich cleaned up Varena's blood. There was something else. Her blood smelled surprisingly sweet. Appealing and alluring her blood wasn't like other humans. It wasn't like blood was sweet for vampires, it was quite metalic. But he had grown to love such taste. No this sweet aroma was almost intoxicating. Any thoughts of leaving were replaced with watching, with how wonderful the caress of her skin was. Ulrich would step back to look at her for a few moments before shaking his head. This wouldn't do at all. So he would disappear for a few minutes, getting a hot bath drawn for her. Underneath all that armor there was definitely the blessings of a woman to Varena's form. Ulrich was definitely enjoying himself, carrying Varena to her bathroom where the hot bath had been made ready. He didn't place her in the water just yet though, getting her to sit in a nearby chair Ulrich would fill a bucket with the hot water. Getting a towel to dampen before taking to scrubbing Varena clean. Nothing rough, but working the dirt and blood off from her skin. His hands were very soft to the touch, working her skin and muscles as he cleaned her. Taking his sweet time with every inch of her flesh. The bath was meant to relax in, Ulrich remembering how Varena had spoken of wanting to relax after being rushed on this mission. If she had come too during all of this it would have been quite the scene to see, a man she had only met today pretty much caressing every part of her body. Once she was actually clean Ulrich would pick her up again, slowly and softly lowering her into her hot bath. Making sure she was set in the tube just right so she wouldn't slip under into the water. The man stood back, his armor had already been removed, his sleeves having been rolled up before he had started tending to the woman's wounds. Something's missing.... Ulrich stated, trying to figure it out. And as if lightning had struck him then he would smile and quickly leave, returning with a small vial in his hand. He dumped the dirty bucket of water out the rooms window before coming back to the bathroom. Filling the contents of the bucket once more with water he would pour the vial into the water, a sudden smell of roses filling the bathroom. Ulrich bringing his hands down into the bucket before cupping water out, bringing it up to Varena's hair. Slowly working his hands through her brown hair. It didn't take long before her hair smelled of roses. Ulrich unable to resist, bending down to breath in the beautiful scent.