Thread: Shifting Sands (Ren Olvry & Myn)

Sona ...... Occupation Musician Affiliation DemaciaIonia Free Height 5'6 168cm Hair Cyan Blue Eyes Cerulean Blue Persona Peaceful Myn's F-List Myn's Requests Despite telling herself that Renekton was nothing more than another listener, the young songstress couldnt help but nervously glance over towards the large gator, her mind racing with a dozen or so questions she had no way of asking. Was the crocodile man the Renekton that the villagers had spoken of? And if so why did they fear him so much? Surely the people of this village couldnt be so terrified over looks alone, not with the dangerous dune beasts flanking them all sides. If rumours were to believed non-human actually sat atop the aristocracy of the Shuriman desert, and many of the gods and deities depicted too had been of bestial origin. Strumming a few sounds from time to time, the sounds she made with her instrument could hardly be considered a musical piece, and yet they still managed to flow consistently into one another. The man in contrast seemed sharp and fierce the complete opposite to her music, and when the man had leapt back shed seen first hand the agile movements of a hardened fighter. But both before and after the ordeal the beast-man had shown her no hostility, and while his appearance was intimidating by anyones standards, he seemed nice? If such a word could ever be used to describe someone so strong and powerful. Mm? she hummed in response to his question, her head tilting to the side and casting off the cloak that had kept most of her face hidden up until that point. She didnt understand the question that was being asked of her as she thought the answer to be pretty obvious. And although a flicker and flinch of panic had stirred as her hand had been grasped, and her etwahl plucked at. She quickly relaxed upon seeing the curious pluckings of a man who took the utmost care in his actions. Normally she wouldnt have been so accepting of someone touching her etwahl, and to see such sharp claws so dangerously close to the most precious thing in her world was hard to ignore. But no matter how many times people had taken away her instrument, or whatever circumstances it underwent, it had always come dutifully back into her possession unharmed like a strong loyal hound. The following comments however were not so kind, and a dismayed flicker marked her features as she lowered her eyes in disappointment. Shed been so sure that Renekton had found her music to be at least somewhat pleasant, and hence hearing the man state otherwise made her instantly regret making the other feel uncomfortable. Her disappointment however was short lived as she was told to follow. A spark of curious confusion glistening in her eyes as she clutched her instrument close to her breasts, and tried to stand herself up. No sooner had she succeeded when she found herself swept completely off her feet. Her cerulean eyes hiding behind tightly closed lids as she felt herself becoming airborne. Did the man intend to harm her? Had she really disappointed him so badly that hed hurl her through the air? She peeked an eye open when he spoke again though, and then the other as she found herself cradled within the mans strong arms. A fluster of embarrassment causing her to struggle in embarrassment as he cheeks flushed a bright red. Despite being a light-weight she was still a grown woman, and never in her life could she remember being picked up and held so closely to someone else. And even if they had they would likely have shown more strain that Renekton whod treated her like a feather. Struggling a bit more and making a few incomprehensible sounds to tell Renekton she could walk on her own. The sight of the man from earlier peeking through a window caused her to suddenly stop resisting. The embarrassment of the moment being so intense that she could do nothing besides bury her face against the others chest. Resistance was clearly futile, and once the man started to move, Sona didnt want to risk getting dropped, or even worse incurring the mans wrath. Strangely enough though, despite the hardened scales, and the tough muscles. Despite the unfamiliarity of the man and his sharp white teeth, she felt safe and secure, almost at peace with herself if it werent for the loud thumping beneath the fabric of her dress. By the time theyd departed the fringes of the village, she felt herself dozing a bit, her eyes closing in trusting bliss as she could sense no ill intent from the other, and the fatigue from the night prior caught up with her and tore her down. Re. she murmured sleepily against the mans chest, trailing off and instead curling up against him as she was taken away to wherever the man intended.