Thread: Nevermore: Neither Here Nor There (Haru & Mally)

For a moment, Emory was a bit standoffish as he placed the cloak around her shoulders but when nothing nefarious derived from that simple gesture, she relaxed. He truly did mean her no harm. He wanted to help her and for that, she could place a bit of trust in him unless he showed otherwise. But something told her that he truly would not hurt her. And that was honestly enough for her to place her life in his hands to protect. After all, he confirmed what she feared. Suspicion about her presence was already raised, people were aware of her and she did stand out like a sore thumb in contrast to the locals. Her hand came up to touch her glasses and she pursed her lips. She wasnt blind without them but it did make seeing a bit more difficult. She would have to take them off but nothing she couldnt strain to see. If it meant putting a stop to suspicion about her then it would have to be done. The notion of being his bedmate for the night made her eyebrows climb to her hairline, her eyes widen and a look of protest crossed her features. Bedmate? If that is the price you require to protect me, then I suppose I will just have to fend for myself, wont I? It wasnt a sneer but it was clear that it was not an option to give up her body to him. No, he would have to require a different price. Her virtue was not his to take, neither was it up for discussion or negotiation to acquire as payment. But very well She conceded. I can accept that disguise. But I want you to understand that it is not true and not at all, as you all might say, bloody likely. It sounded funny, saying those kinds of words that would sound better with a British or European accent, rather than her American one. But it did seem very appropriate to say nonetheless. Im not a follower of Satan. Though perhaps they were in the same universe if Satan was universally known even in these lands that seemed a far stretch from Earth as it is. Especially if they still lived in Medieval times. It gave the Amish a run for their money. We can talk about this later. Youre right. We need to go. There was that howl again and it was a lot closer, closer than originally. The ground shook as it approached and she looked back at the forest, seeing a dark figure, glowing a bit in the night, approaching fast. It didnt take much of this mans prodding and insistent to make Emory go. She took off and as she reached the bottom of the hill, she looked back. Emory hoped this man would come back to her. If he was truly speaking honestly, then shed need him. Emory kept running but in the distance, she could hear the loud and rumbling roar of the creature that he was fighting. It hurt her ears to hear it, thinking the worst would not help her one bit. She had to stay positive. And as she reached the gates of the city, she made it just before they would close. She swiped her glasses from her face, tucking it into the pocket of her jacket and pulled the cloak closed around her body, hiding her outfit from view. That cloak engulfed her completely and with her complexion, gave her the appearance of someone that belonged. My master will be along shortly. Please, dont close the gates until he has passed through. The guards at the gate looked at her with a suspicious gaze but they didnt question her, thankfully. They only nodded but one reiterated, The gate close when they should. But should a soul still remain, we will hold out for him for a little moment longer. But it will put us in grave peril if we shall. Get inside and wait. He gestured to her and she moved in quickly, remaining near the entrance of the gates from inside to wait for him. There was the howl again, but this time, it sounded pained. The guards at the gate drew their swords, hefty weapons but wielded with ease from practice and great strength. They were prepared. Just in case.