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Chests full of coins sounded rather nice but he knew better then to take more money then he could reliably carry and never have more then you would be willing to loose if you had to flee quickly from a dangerous situation that you couldn't avoid. He was able to get a horse whenever he needed to just by grabbing on and riding it off if he needed to but a carriage would only draw trouble for him if he were to try to keep one for too long. I will make sure that I take what it is that I want. He informed her with a small smirk, showing that his canines were a bit more pronounced and sharpened then what one could expect from your average human, she had told him anything that he wanted and he felt that it was only fair for him to exhibit the same courtesy by teasing her with a hint of what he might be going for. And my father had some interesting taste. He informed her with a small chuckle, he knew that his family was hardly the norm when most people took the time to examine where he had come from but that hardly mattered in his eyes... his unique parantage had given him quite a few advantages, some of them obvious like his large and strong body but some of them significantly more subtle and among those subtle gifts were eyes that were quite sharp in low light. As they made their way through the darkness he moved with the confidence as a born predator, his eyes easily picking out the best place to set his feet to ensure that he was always on his balance. He looked over the campsite with a practiced eye, picturing how he would have laid out an attack on it, how he would have arranged the men who worked with him on the raid, where the attack would have originated from and where they would have gone once they left... even trying to pick up what their target might have been because he was aware that few people would attack just to kill people rather then for a greater purpose in mind. My vision is good enough to see that you straightened up a bit. He commented with a small sneer, knowing that it was going to interfere with what he would be able to pick up easily and maybe even keep him from getting a proper trail. Moving too the covered forms he gently removed removed the blanket and set it aside so as not to disturb any evidence before checking the bodies for the wounds that had been inflicted. Something had been burned into the chest of the male, a crest of some kind that he wasn't quite familiar with but he knew places where he would be able to figure out where it had originated from. Shouldn't have done that... might have seen more if you hadn't. So lets start at the beginning, tell me what you know, how many might have done this, when you discovered it... if anything was missing aside from the horses. IT was unsettling, it wasn't far from where he had set up his own camp site... nearby the same water source although he was near a small natural lake rather then the stream that fed it.
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Even in death the two moon elves were beautiful beyond compare. Fair folk was an good term for their species. The moon elf flushed at the sharpness of his voice. Raina had never dealt with such a thing before. Her life had been a sheltered one despite the nomadic lifestyle that her and her family had. Although she had been trained in use of a bow and daggers she never had the need to and she had been kept away from most violence. Seeing death so up close and personal had sent her into a state of bewilderment. All she could think of doing at the time was cleaning the bodies to prepare them for burial and to straighten up their camp. My father's amulet is gone, she told him stiffly. I don't understand why they would only take the horses and that. Especially when the thing was worthless. At least that is what her father had told her. He said it was simply a lead charm, covered in tin. He kept it on him for the story behind it. Tears welled up in her eyes at the thought of that. When she was older, he had promised, he would fill her in on the details of that particular tale. Quickly she turned her back on him to hide her tears. Damn it. This was no time for that. They were dead when I returned from getting water... I should have been back sooner than what I was but the river looked so inviting that I decided to take a dip and bathe a little early. As soon as I heard some rumbling I came back but I was too late. There was a pause and she turned to face him again, eyes still shimmering with tears she refused to let fall. She reached out the hand that had the strange, sumptuous fabric. I found that balled in my mother's hand. I am pretty sure that she ripped it off of one of her attackers.
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He listened to her explain carefully, the placement of the foot prints making a bit more sense to him now knowing that the purpose of the theft had been on one of the victims. He doubted that the amulet was worthless but it was possible though, if it was something unique then perhaps it had been taken as proof that her father was dead which would make this something of an assassination rather then a simple murder with a sprinkle of theft mixed in with it. You are lucky you weren't here. He said more then a little bit gruffly, rather bad at being careful or gentle with his words. The people who did this knew what they were doing, I don't see any evidence that the attackers were wounded at all. No trail of blood that he could see unless it had been ruined by her attempt to clean the camp up a bit, no stray blood splashes that hadn't likely come from her parents, the wounds were accurate and placed expertly with clear skill that only was scene in hardened killers who had plied their trade for some time. Slowly he stood and moved back over to her, tempted to try to comfort her but having no idea how to do it, just taking the fabric from her, carefully feeling it and raising it to his face to smell it. Silk, low quality though you wouldn't be able to tell just by looking at it. He commented after rubbing it together for a few moments, only the friction of the fabric gave it away. The man who wore it hadn't bathed in a few days, a human if I am right and trying to cover up the scent of his body with frankincense... a merc with some money but not as much as he wants to make people think he has... must have gotten close to finish the job with your mother. He paused, looking to her for a moment before pocketing the fabric. We can track the crest down in a place I know that is nearby... a days walk away but we would be better served leaving tomorrow and we won't be staying here tonight... they might return to try to find you and I would rather be the one to find them... my camp is just a short distance away, I got some venison there and we can clean up in the lake, departing in the morning, gather your things quickly and grab me a few more bags of gems. He didn't say another word, instead turning and starting off toward his camp, clearly expecting her to hurry up.
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Shaga's senses were unbelievable! He was able to tell all of those details by a simple piece of fabric. Hearing the way her mother died had set her on edge and she wondered what had happened to her before she was killed. Lips pursed, Raina attempted to clear her mind of it. There would be plenty of time to think on the details later. The bard was flight of feet, yes, but she was still in obvious grief. Getting the things she needed and he requested was a chore for her. Everything was a bitter reminder of her loved ones and she paused to pick up something and place a kiss on it. Moon elves were open and warm. When someone close to them died, they felt it keenly, and she was no exception. When she finally managed to get all of her things around and the bags of gold he required, he had already been far ahead of her. She huffed loudly and dashed after the brute, cursing his name for not giving her time to properly mourn for her parents nor for giving her the time to properly take care of the bodies. Can you hold on for a moment?! she asked. The running didn't seem to effect her. Endurance to cardio activities was something she had developed over her years as a bard. She was the dancer of her family troupe. If you haven't noticed my mother and father still haven't been properly put to rest! I... I... She sighed. It hadn't dawned on her that they might come back. Any prolonged time at the camp site could be dangerous. Pain swelled in her chest and she looked away, remembering what he had said before he ordered her to do those things. I don't like being told what to do! she finished with a resolute stomp of her foot. She was embarrassed that she had so quickly forgotten what he had said absorbed in her thoughts. I'm the one paying you to help me.
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He had moved along slowly so as not to leave her behind but still it had taken her longer then he would have liked to rejoin him on his way to the camp that he had set up. He hadn't really known either of his parents and had grown up without a family, connections of that kind really didn't mean as much to him as they would mean to someone else and because of that he had a hard time understanding them. There isn't time to properly put them to rest. He pointed out gruffly. If you want to catch up with whomever did this then we need to leave tomorrow and staying to long at your site means that we would be putting ourselves in danger and the time it would take for us to bury your parents could be better spent resting. To him it seemed like the most logical way to look at things. He was however not without a heart. Look, tomorrow we will make our way into town to pick up some supplies before we head out to track down the bastards that did this... when we are in town we will pay someone to bury your folks and look after what you had to leave behind. He expected whomever they found who would do it wouldn't try to betray her because if they did then he would happily gut them like a fish with one of his blades and then let their body be a warning to anyone else who might consider it. After that promise though he walked in silence for just over another mile, pushing through an especially dense patch of trees before coming across a small clearing along the lakeside in which a large tent had been set up nearby the remains of a fire over which hung several cuts of meat from a freshly slain deer that he had caught and cleaned earlier that day. He had been drying the meat to work as a long term ration, already salted and would soon be perfect but it was still quite edible. Help yourself to the meat if you want some food and there is some fruit in the leather bag nearby... apples. As he spoke he stripped off the leather vest that he had been wearing and set it aside before pulling off the white linen shirt that he had been wearing beneath, revealing a body that could have been chiseled from solid rock with several scars crisscrossing it. His boots were soon slipped off and as he made his way toward the lake he undid the belt that held his pants in place, entirely naked now he slipped into the water, relaxing at the natural warmth that came from a nearby hotsprings water mingling with the stream.
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During the silent walk to the camp she cried. The occasional shuddering whimper broke the quiet. This all was happening so fast. Her mind was reeling from it all. The one emotion she could pinpoint was the unfathomable anger that clung on to her and she focused in on it. Whoever had killed her parents would pay, that was for damned sure. As they pushed through a thicket to get to his site, she let out a startled gasp. He had mentioned venison earlier but she had not expected the deer to be hanging up, skinned and gutted. Such a noble and graceful creature to be displayed in such a way seemed barbaric to her but she mentioned nothing of it. That was, after all, their supper and she was not so self absorbed that she would be ungrateful for a meal. Apples, you say? she asked, turning to face the large warrior. Her eyes widened as what she saw. He was striping before her and was completely unabashed by it. Every inch of him was muscle and she felt a strange pull from beneath her naval at the mere sight. Instantly her mouth dried. What was this foreign physical feeling and why was it caused by him? Men like him repulsed her beyond measure. She blamed it on the sudden loss of her family and her gratitude towards the man for assisting her when no others would. Without saying anything she went to the bag he spoke of and nervously dug out an apple. She took a bite out of it and moved to sit near the fire, back turned to him. She watched as it jumped and danced the flames licking the night air. The heat felt good against her skin and she leaned towards it. What she really wanted to do was dance away her pain. Nothing cleared her mind like moving her body. Dancing nude beneath the moon was liberating but she did not know when he would be finished with his bath and, really, she did not want him to see her naked flesh. There would be, however, no problem with her simply dancing. After taken another bite of her apple and placing it on a stump for later, she began to move. She moved how a shadow might with silent and elongated grace. Each twirl and bound was filled with the misery of her loss.
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Normally he would have liked to have cut the deer down before hand but the completion of his job had stopping him from doing more then cutting off a few strips of the flank and cooking it over an open fire to make some steaks which he had enjoyed immensely, rare of course because that tended to be how an Orc would eat their meal. Her desire for the apples was not something he didn't understand though, the sight of a freshly killed deer carcass would likely put someone more squeamish off their apatite though she would likely have to harden herself up a bit before this job she had him on was done... after all torturing another intelligent being was worse then seeing a dead animal. He knew the sight of his body might make her uncomfortable but that didn't bother him at all, he wanted to tease her and test out her reactions. His intention was to have her as soon as was possible and knowing how she would react would help him out wit that discovery. Still he was focused on getting clean, the slightly warm water helping peel some blood with him and being assisted with a handful of coarse sand with crushed lilies in it that he had prepared earlier, the sand scraping his body clean while at the same time the crushed flower within it dealing with the scent of his body... a natural and cheap soap that was easy enough to prepare just about anywhere that someone found water. It didn't take too long, he soon felt quite clean and the water did a great deal to soothe the sore muscles, tight from the work of earlier in the day that hadn't even properly warmed him up or stretched him out during the fight. But eventually he felt clean and after putting aside the temptation to deal with the evidence of his arousal, his mind having wandered a bit as he cleaned himself, he began to climb from the water, shaking arms and legs to fling away most of the water but the fire light combined with the moisture that remained on his body making his limbs practically glow in the dancing light of the fire. You really have a talent for dancing. He remarked after watching her silently for several moments. Not that I can claim to be an amazing judge of talent but you clearly have more skill then the women that I end up seeing dancing in taverns... your wearing more then they are though. The last remark was made in a tone and with a shrug that indicated he would like it very much if that were to change. Now I suggest you go clean yourself up in the lake, you stink like blood and I won't be able to sleep with that distraction.
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She paused when he spoke, unaware that he had been watching her. There was no reason for her to be humble about her dancing. After years of practice and an unyielding passion for the art the moon elf knew she was good at what she did. Thank you I... she trailed off upon seeing his body. He looked as if he were glowing in the light of the fire the long shadows cast by the orange light making him appear like some god. How fortunate he was, she thought inwardly, to have gotten a nice mixture of the two races. I am a bard, you know. Being able to dance comes with the territory, I guess. Grief was making her think things she normally wouldn't have thought. That is what she pinned it on anyway. There were scores of attractive men that had attempted to get into her silks and she had always denied them. Being in mourning threw off her senses considerably. She decided that, instead of acting on the urges, she would simply write a song or a poem about them. Her nose crinkled and she huffed when he mentioned tavern dancers. Those women have no respect for their bodies or any idea how to synchronize with their spirits. They don't so much as dance as shamble about flashing their breasts in hopes to get a few bits of easy coin. Raina had been, on one than more occasion, mistaken for a tavern girl and it offended her to no ends. A bath sounds heavenly right now. she added. She fished through one of the pouches on her belt and pulled out a bar of soap. It was one of the things that she made sure to bring with her from the caravan. The scent of jasmine and lilacs drifted up from it and she heaved a sigh. I'll be about an hour. She then walked off towards the lake. When she got to the waters edge, she sat down to dip her feet in. The water was just perfect and she wriggled her toes about. The bar of soap then went into her lap and she unbraided her hair. It was right mess of knots and matted blood but she was able to work through it. When that was done she began to take off her clothing. Despite her slenderness, Raina possessed curves. Her waist was small and her hips flared out so her bottom was a delicate heart-shaped curve. Her breasts, while small by human standards, slightly overflowed her hands. Her limbs were long and, in the light of the rising moon, she looked like a wraith before she sunk into the water.
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Shaga was very far from blind, his eyes able to see nearly as clearly during the night as he could during the day, especially with a bright moon in the sky and the fire crackling so close to them casting its warm light over everything. He was able to see easily how she looked at him, more then just curiosity on her part and he hardly minded. He wasn't a very religious man but if he were pushed on the topic he would have to side with the Orcs on their beliefs. The gods gave them the bodies that they had and if that were true then the urges of their bodies also came from the gods. In the same way that his amazing body and superior senses were a gift from the gods so was his instincts that saved him in a fight and his carnal desires... though Elves tended to view things differently from what he knew. For a moment he looked at her, then started to laugh, her comment about the women who danced in provocative ways for money just downright amusing to him. People could just say the same thing about what I do. He pointed out with a raised eyebrow and a small smirk. We all just use our bodies and do what we can to get by, they use their sexuality while use my strong body... many people might not think what we do is proper or pleasant but if we didn't do it then someone else would be doing it. Of course she was a better dancer then they were so it hardly mattered at all, it was still such a strange concept that she was so passionate about being better then they were. Take your time. He told her with a smile, moving toward the deer carcass and picking up a knife and carving himself off a slice from the shoulder and eating it with his bare hands, after the bath to clean himself off the food went quite a long way to make him feel spectacular. There were a few things missing from what he wanted for the day but that hardly mattered at the moment, he would be able to take care of such things in the near future but for now he was content to watch as she moved toward the water as he ate, grinning as she began to undress, though she was small her body was wonderfully sculpted for her size, perfectly built and because of his night vision he was able to see it all without any trouble. After she had been in the water for a while Shaga had finished off his meal and moved down towards the water, slipping into it with her, still not having bothered to dress. He could smell the strong floral scent of her soap over her body's natural odor. The water is good but you might need a little help reaching some parts. He pointed out. Perhaps I could help you.
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She had hoped that he had not seen her body. Although she viewed her nudity as a natural thing, she also disliked when other beings saw her disrobed. There was something so very personal about bare skin. Nothing else was as vulnerable as that. The last thing she wanted to be was vulnerable around a powerful man like Shaga. As he ate she swam some of the lake, her lithe body moving through the glassy surface of the water much like a serpent's might. Her mind was filled with the possibilities that laid before her. It seemed like her quest to seek revenge would be fulfilled. This warrior would help her, although it cost her a small fortune to hire him, and she was confident in his tracking abilities. Not only that but she could not seem to drive the sight of his physique from her mind. He was strong and powerful and could, very likely, break her in half. Quietly she cleaned herself. She took the time to wash her hair and between her legs thoroughly. The moon elf was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard the sound of something else entering the water. With her sharp ears she could tell from which direction the splashing came from and she turned her head in that direction. Shaga! she exclaimed, instantly crossing her arms over her chest. I do not need help cleaning myself. It is... kind of you to ask. Certainly he was intelligent enough to know when something would be more than awkward between the two of them. Water droplets slid down her hairless body. Like all of her kind, she was hairless except for her hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes. Her radiant green eyes examined him carefully. While she was almost completely covered by the water, it barely reached his stomach.
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Shaga only chuckled at her reaction, not even trying to hide the desire that was very clear in his eyes. Though the water reached his naval there was a clear disturbance beneath the water as a part of his anatomy that was like her, clean of any hair through use of a sharp razor, began to react to being so close to such a lovely naked young lady. Were he to take even a single step back it would be standing clear from the water and visible in the moonlight. Despite the fact that she clearly wasn't overly pleased with his his presence he moved closer to her, reaching out to take hold her wrists and pulled them away from her chest. Relax Raina. He told her with a small smirk as he drew even closer to her, easily keeping her arms open with his greater strength, now so close that he was practically pressed against her, only a few inches keeping them separate at this point. After all you did tell me that I would be allowed to claim anything from the caravan that I wanted in payment... and unless I am very much mistaken you were very much a part of that caravan. He wasn't the sort who was likely to hear no and was more then willing to press the matter if she tried to fight against him, hell he might even like it, nothing like a little bit of a challenge to make the final climax even more enjoyable for him. So you aren't planning on going back on your word are you? He moved a little closer to her now, closing the remaining few inches between them so that he was now pressing against her, the warmth of his body which was quite a bit hotter then the human standard against hers own. sorry its a tad shorter then I would like