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Thread: Of Sand and Stone

Anja drew in a deep breath as she realized she was staring at him overly long. A slight blush spread across her sun-kissed cheeks. He didn't respond to her words either and she turned from him, her hand reaching out and grabbing his again. They still had a ways to get to her small hut. She started forward at a slower pace this time since they were in a place where people hardly noticed that the sky was blue. They passed by sleeping beggars, community water holes and stray animals. Everything was covered in a layer of dust and grime, unlike the market and richer parts of town. Anja had come to Everwatch chasing dreams and tales of wealth, but she had found out her dreams had no meaning, and unless she married some rich pervert she wasn't getting anything substantial. Which is how she ended up in the slums living with a bunch of people she didn't really care for. Anja stopped outside of a small adobe made out of sand and plaster. There were makeshift wooden doors and wooden shutters. She sighed, wishing she could take him some where nicer, but she resigned to the fact that he had to get cleaned up. She pushed the door open and was greeted with the sight of one of her roommates topless, fanning herself. She was a regular human, nothing extraordinary about her, but she had fairly large breasts. Her roommate looked up at Anja, then to Wulf. She grinned a bit devilishly and waved her over. Anja rolled her eyes and stepped in, still holding his hand. So little miss holy, have you finally decided to join the dark side? Selling that money maker of yours. Anja gave her a disgusted look. No, Lisa, I have not. I'm just going to get him cleaned up. Lisa laughed and shook her head. Whatever, just remember the rules. Anja rolled her eyes then led him to a back room. She closed the makeshift door and turned to him. Okay, we need to get you cleaned up. I'm just glad she didn't notice the blood. She sighed, wondering what she would do. All he had on was a poncho thing. Her tail curled around her leg again as she looked at him thoughtfully. She couldn't help but admiring his body again, he was very attractive and the scars she could see intrigued her. She wanted to ask where he got them, but he couldn't speak her language. She remembered then that he must be tired. She led him over to her cot and pointed to it. Are you tired? Sleep? She said looking up at him. If he slept then she could go get water from the tap and heat it up for him so he can wash himself comfortably. Then again he might sleep long so she could use it before it got cold, which sounded nice, but she'd tend to his needs first. He did save her.
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Crimson eyes had scanned over the woman. Nothing truly outstanding, aside from her lack there of a top. Even with such flesh exposed, Wulf either didn't care or even show an effect of the woman's wilds. His form slid past, almost lumbering, but carefully after Anja. The room however was small, and entirely different than anything he had ever been used to, a man of the wilds, of wide open spaces and engulfing landscapes. Here it was little more than a hut, if even barely that. Wulf's size had been imposing, but not to the extent that he would openly stand out amidst massing crowds of people. His physique however did draw questions, and he had many of his own seeing the way that Anja had eyed him a few times now. Wulf's form turned and removed the poncho from his shoulders. Peeling away the leathery coverings revealed something different than expected. His back, was littered with the scars of lashings, streaming from shoulder to shoulder and down to his hips. They looked as brutal now in sealed flesh as silvered skin shimmered a moment with the heat of the mid day. Wulf then used this poncho at his hands, to thumb off the blood from his hands, scrubbing roughly, even going so far as to grind raw about his wrists. His hair and face matted with the mess as well. Her words touched his ears again, Anja had the sweetest voice he had ever heard, even better than that of the morning song birds in the northern lands. A smile touched the corner of his lips, but he hid that well. Looking to her with a raised brow he shook his head to her question. After taking such a water logged rest he was tired of needing rest. Feeling that his body needed the attentions of work, he simply finished cleaning his hands off and looked about the small room. Cognitive thoughts were beginning to return and to that effect much of the vocabulary he had forgotten about this strange and rather boring language. People who spoke common, lacked the emotion and joy their tongue would bring, then again with the speaking of the Norse, actions always accompanied the stories, and ale. Wulf was reminded here, within this small abode of what he had lost on the sea. IT made little sense to him, but he had drifted on those waves too far for it to be natural chance. Odin's hand was guiding him, he could feel it. In the north lands, the end of a trip was marked with a party, ale, and wenches to be passed around like candy. Akward thoughts brought even more akward functions of those thoughts. Thinking clearly apparently had aroused other portions of his body, though natural, Wulf was completely unaware of the customs of the people within the south. His loin cloth hid well this feature, as did his facial expression, though truthfully, the light flush of his cheeks could perhaps hint otherwise. Pointing to his face and the blood that spattered his cheeks and hair, neck and chest, he rubbed his hands together and made mock of placing a cloth about his face. His voice was more a query this time as if to check his words correct. Cloth?, wash?
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Anja watched as he started to strip off his clothes. She was once again amazed at his physique. Truly he was a man, not like the boys who inhabited this weak city. It reminded her of the rippling muscles of her kind back where she was from. Memories flashed through her mind and she banished them, though her attention was taken by his back. She moved closer to him and lightly touched the scars on his back with her once delicate fingers, curious as to how such a man could receive such marks. She almost didn't notice him scrubbing his hands raw. He was a mess and smelled of the ocean. She went to stand back in front of him, almost missing a blush lightly spread across his cheeks. Wulf gestured to his face and then made movements that indicated he wanted to be made clean. He even spoke in that intense voice of his that made her spine tingle. She nodded and held up one finger. One minute, I'll get you something. With that she dashed out of the room, giving him a better look at her plump features. She grabbed a rag they usually used to wash clothes with then she ran out the back door and made her way to the neighborhood watering spout. A few women were there washing clothes and they looked up at her. Hey Anja, Nali told us you got a customer. The girls laughed, most of them in the profession as well. Anja grimaced at them, but chose to ignore their comments. She wet the cloth under the cold water then turned to leave. Treat him nice Anja, don't need him getting rabies. Their cackling laughter followed her back to the hut, but she didn't care. They were human and humans were self conscious as she had found very quickly. They responded to flattery well, but rose up in defense when something they deemed as dangerous to their status showed up. Anja entered back into the hut and back to her room closing the door swiftly. She then held the cloth up to him. She wished she had a bath he could us, but all they had was a bucket. In hind sight she figured she should have grabbed that too. She sat on the straw mattress that made up her bed and looked up at him. He looked so much bigger in her room in then he had outside.
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The rag was well used, but soft, and still with much life left in it. Unlike that of some materials the rich used this was made to last. A finger and thumb ran across the stitching of the linen in itself, four frayed threads to the finger. A smile touched his features, it was from the north, no doubt imported on a larger heartier bundle and somehow part of that. Even here, so far from home, there was a touch of the cold north. At least, to him it felt like home. Looking to the young woman he had smiled again, revealing hard white teeth and those canines. Some had said the men of the north were beasts, nothing more than animals grown intelligent, for lack of a better term for dressing themselves and not taking to marking things. However another theory was that they are the remnants of those that came from the earth and wished not to become feeble and weak by disbelieving in her power. The theories were beyond numerous and everyone had one or another Wulf tendering slid the cloth across his face, using the top ridging to scrub and carefully worked down the cloth. He recognized the scent within the building a house of ill repute, or at least something to that effect. The young woman at his side seemed too sweet and far too nimble and head strong for such actions. Wulf paid it little mind as the scent of many men, and women, but the ever constants were stronger. He thought on this for perhaps a few more moments and simply banished it from his thoughts. Looking then to Anja, he carefully folded the cloth in half and used the clean side to wipe beneath her chin, it was a simple action, but even with hands as tough as iron and with the feel of leather, he was gentle. The cloth slipped under her chin and about her neck, almost effortlessly, but direct, and firm. Wulf, was cleaning off the smudgings of a man, he disliked the smell of. Thank you... he said, his voice was low, pleasing to the ear. There was a moment however where he himself had thought he had shaken the door behind himself with his speech. The accent he had spoken with previously, was fading and fast. It seemed his cognitive skills were taking over. Looking to Anja now, he couldn't help it, his people, his tribe, all had the same eyes. Growing up with the sight of crimson was no special feet but she had deep eyes, of a color he couldn't begin to describe with all the flowers he knew of home. Staring now, he paid no mind to it and lost himself to her feline gaze.
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Anja watched him from her place on her cot, fascinated with him. Anja was a woman from the East, an exotic jungle, completely different then the desert she now lived in. Trees and animals and water were abundant. She wasn't sure why, but this man made her feel homesick. He was away from his home just as she was, but that was where their similarities ended. She knew nothing of this man, whether he had a family, what his past was, whether he had a woman waiting along the shoreline for him in a distant land. These thoughts illicited a sigh from her lips. Then she felt a cold, dampness light upon her chin. She looked up, her onyx eyes sparkling in surprise. He moved the cloth along her neck and chin, where the man who had attacked her had touched. She looked from his face back to his hands then back to his eyes. He filled her senses further when he spoke. Another shiver ran up her spine and she hoped he didn't notice it. Anja managed to give him a slight nod as she stared into his crimson eyes. They reminded her of the color of the sun right before it fully sets behind the earth, the flash of blood that smeared the horizon. He stared back into her eyes. Usually her kind had shockingly yellow eyes, but she was not a usual feline. The few she had seen of her kind had looked on at her with disdain, but these thoughts were pushed away as she moved a bit closer to him, her hand moving to his again.
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Like dark mirrors of purest stone her eyes reflected his own image, a darkening shadow smeared across her vision. Unlike the invalids of the world around them, he did not shy from her touch. Their hands met, and gently he let her lead, perhaps he had insulted her. The worry was never shown across his features. Her eye's were the rapture in which he felt the cool winds of the north once more, the voice of the mountain howling down upon him. Like the first season of falling snow he could remember, she stirred his heart. Thunderously hammering against his chest, his heart raged it's appreciation for a woman with such curves and features. His soul however wandered those eye's, as if all the stars in the heavens could be swallowed by them. Wulf leaned closer his form taking to a knee before her, unconciously wavering before her as if she had cast a spell upon him. Or perhaps it was a more basic attraction, something that lay dormant within his soul, seeping from his heart into the open air. Even here, lost amidst the sands of the south in a small room with this beautiful creature, he felt at ease. Unfortunatly for Wulf, his base instincts also brought with them needs. Leaning forward, he was nearly upon her now, not aggressively imposing simply meshing. He could smell her scent, like that of the wilds, strong and dangerous, thick with life. His own body heat radiating between them now as he moved forward, slowing just enough to tease her. He was not hunting prey, nor stalking his mark, this was something different, it was smooth, real, and definately something he had never felt before. A feeling of adrenaline, controlled, like never before, his eye's never leaving her own, his body begging to lunge forward. Wulf, stops himself, his lips quivering, parted and dry, though the sea had long since slain his desire to drink for the day.
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Anja felt heat encompass her body as Wulf moved closer to her, something in his eyes betraying his emotions. She watched, mesmerized with his intense stare. He got down on a knee and moved closer to her, causing her heart to hammer in anticipation mixed with want. He was so powerful and she could see it with his every move. He could simply push her down and overpower her, but he seemed to have an inner control, something that most in the desert did not. Passionate in their ways they could not still their bodies, but Wulf seemed controlled, but filled with a foreign intensity she had never beheld before. As he drew closer, her eyes darkened to fathomless depths. He was so very close to her she could feel his heat. She suddenly felt cold and wondered if his body was as warm and inviting as it looked. She reached a tentative hand out and placed it upon his strong shoulder. Her touch was light as she moved her fingers over his hard flesh. She moved her body a breath away from his, her heart thumping harder. She swore he would be able to hear it. His lips looked dry, but this didn't deter her. She licked her soft lips as hers parted. She moved her lips a breath from his and she took a shaking breath, taking in his salty, musky scents. Her lips brushed against his, almost like a feather landing upon the ground. It was a taste and an invitation. She was almost pressed into him and the anticipation was eating away at her.
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She had started a wild fire within his heart. Her lips connecting with his own, sending a blazing inferno to his senses. Her touch danced a thunder storm upon his flesh, striking with lightning as her soft flesh felt as snows first kiss to greet spring. Wulf pushes forward, their lips meeting now, fully tasting the flesh that was so succulent. Wulf let his form lurch forward, slowly. Shoulders, wrought with power and muscle fully trembled beneath her touch, a queen of the moment. His own hands now sliding to her hips, lacing her sides with the tips of his fingers, barely feeling her warmth. Control was hard enough to keep with such an invitation, but the lingering feelings remained and Wulf approach cautiously. His eye's had slid closed at her touch to his lips. A torrent of colors and passions were at war in the darkness of his waking moments. Anja had brought a strange array of color through senses he had not even been sure he had. Her scent was intoxicating, her lead of him, a march that any man would follow blindly. Was he in control, or was she, it mattered not to the barbarian, all that mattered was those eyes. Even with his own closed, he could see their reflective depths swallowing him. Wulf pressed harder forward, his form slowly inching closer. Like that of a serpent his flesh met her own, or at least their bodies connected with almost tentative fear. His toned stomach pressing to her own, as he held that kiss. Hands no longer worried, slid about her waist, finding the small of her back and ample spot to rest, and pull the beauty against himself. The feeling was pleasurable, and terrifying like sinking in quicksand and enjoying every moment of it. He couldn't bare to let her go, but feared hold of her. Treading unfamiliar waters now Wulf caught himself thinking with more basic solutions, she was hauntingly beautiful and in ways he had never felt, he knew this. Wulf swallowed hard and pressed the beauty upon himself, holding her just far enough to let her explore with more than just her hands.
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Anja felt things stirring inside of her she had never felt before, at least not on this level. It was more basic, primal, yet it was sensual and slow. Every nerve on her body was on end and she felt what control she had at the beginning was fading when their lips met again in a more passionate kiss. She reveled in his taste and touch, her lips parted as she pushed back against him. His touch was warm and strong and she wanted his hands all over her. She wanted his hands to move from her back, to move all around and let her entire body melt within him. She allowed him to press her body into his, what skin was exposed seemed to burn with his heat and she practically mewled in response. She ran her hands down his chest, her fingers tracing hot trails against his flesh as she pressed herself more fully to his body, her contours shaping to his. She could feel herself burning from the intensity he brought with him and his foreign, wild tastes only heightened this. She wanted to taste very inch of his body, but restrained herself to his glorious lips. She could easily lose herself in his body and she would be all to happy to. She could feel every inch of her body responding to him, wanting him. Her control slipped away with each ragged breath.
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The world spun like no other, his head, righted still felt wavering in the fires of her touch. She set an inferno in his heart, with a thunderous chorus to chase away doubt. His heart, pounded in his ears, and to her ever so sensual touch she teased his every sense. Letting her explore was one thing, but demanding that she took what she willed was another. Wulf leaned back, pulling himself away from her most tender lips and heated form. His shoulders rolling to the straws of the mattress. Holding fast to her, he pulled her along for the ride, leaving her atop himself now. Unlike the feeling before, he had placed her against an inescapable embrace, but now, she was free to explore as she willed. A game, for some, and a gentle one at that, he may have been a barbarian but she was still a woman in every aspect, and should be treated as the mother's will. To a culture like the one he had come from much thought had been given to the tenderness of a woman's touch, their ability to steel even the most terrified child. Wulf respected women, he respected Anja, as she had not broke down into tears when the fat slob had grabbed her, she had fought back, regardless her crimes or innocence. Wulf respected this above all else and in strange ways he felt assured that he could offer her something. Wulf slid his great rough hands tenderly up her back, drawing his tough digits down in a light clawing like nature. With a tender kiss he trailed her cheek now, slithering his lips along her neck and collar.
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Anja reveled in his body, his very touch. She felt her mind slipping into a haze, one she welcomed. She wanted to stop thinking, to simply enjoy, but her thoughts were pulled back as he moved away. It formed into one silent NO, but soon she was moving with him, laying atop him as he positioned herself upon the straw cot. She sat up a bit on him, her eyes roving his face and neck and torso as she looked down on him. Her hair fell in tendrils, a few strands brushing against his hard frame. He was giving her room to explore his body, allowing her to lead their dance. Anja couldn't imagine anything better, her entire body and heart knew what she wanted. This experience was a new one for her. In her world you had to fight, claw and bite to get dominance. It wasn't sensual or loving, it was simply an act of breeding in her land. Usually to roll over and allow someone to take control was a sign of weakness, but she didn't think that applied to Wulf. His nails raked down her back and she arched into it, her chest pushing forward onto his. She let out an ah of pleasure slip out. She twisted her neck to give him more access. Then she pushed up on his chest, looking down at him again. She could feel his warmth beneath her, undeniable in this position. She could only imagine what it would be like to peel away his loincloth, to see him fully. She purred with anticipation as her fingertips skated down his chest. She then lifted the flowing shirt she had on over her head, revealing part of herself to him. She allowed him a few moments to gaze upon her body before leaning back down, pressing breasts against him and bringing her lips into another passionate kiss. She ran a hand down his chest towards his hips and back up again. She wanted to rip what little clothes he had on off and take him, but she controlled herself. She wanted to enjoy these feelings, theses sensations. He seemed a man who would disappear with the wind and she thought she would have to enjoy his presence while the wind was stilled.
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Her touch was magic, sending shivers of pleasure through his very core. Her fingers, begging his lusts to the surface where they remained halted by the cool tempest of her kiss. Like the breath of winter she hushed the life within him, but she so begged for it all the same. He was ready, beyond that even, for her and she alone. Wulf's hot and steeled pride, waiting in patient anticipation just below that simple cloth about his waist, pressing hard against her, letting her feel the beat of the beast waiting below her. It was hard enough to control himself with such a beautiful, yet he was managing somehow to hold onto the very winds of lust. Leaning into her kiss, his hands gripped firmly at her rump, kneading almost before trailing up her sides, along the soft under flesh of her breasts. His rough fingers eliciting strange feelings of almost ghost like care along her tender flesh. Moaning in a dull lustful tone, Wulf lulled into her kiss again and again. One hand bravely ventured forward, sliding along and between the pair, slithering down her taut and powerful abs, lower and lower. Seeking to tease the woman into more pleasurable moans, of gentle sylabels that whispered to his lusts. A finger slid between her legs, caressing with gentle care and sexual lust. A free hand slid through her hair, gently ruffling the fine feeling mass of Anja's beautious locks. Pulling back lightly, he broke their kiss once more, and his lips ventured along her jaw, teasing. Nipping now, he stole her lower lip for a taste, then to her neck, a combination of desire and heated lusts. Nips and kisses brought him lower and lower, trailing the soft flesh of her ample breasts, where he teased at her exposed senses, and plied an unmodest nip at her nipples, each having his lips trail to the other, and back.