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Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

From his spot on the floor it took a bit longer for those rays of the sun to reach Amarok, and the wolf had been entirely unaware as Zara had moved from the cabin, her natural propensity for stealth a bit of a boon in this case. Unlike Amarok, whose claws were fixed, as were most canines, the feline could retract her claws, padding silently when she wanted to. Amarok had trained in stealth as well, but likely would never be as skilled as the felines. Stealth and stalking were the feline's bread and butter. The wolf tended to hunt in packs, and Amarok worked better with others, whether he wanted to admit it or not. The jaws of the wolf though - strong enough to crack and break bone. They each had their merits, and perhaps this was why the Headmaster and the Magisters had chosen this team. Regardless, the sun did peek into the windows a bit more, and the great white wolf awoke. Yellow eyes squinted against the sun and he sat up, realizing that Zara was not there. Getting to his feet he cursed softly when he saw that Granite was gone. What the hell is that cat up to? he wondered, for he saw that she had not taken everything, and he wandered out of the cabin and down to the lake. The water was cold, but he did not take long to wash up a bit, the hair of his body pretty much self-cleaning. Drying some with one of the towels, he moved to the far end of the little cabin and sat down naked on the grass to meditate. A warrior's path called for great focus. The ability and wisdom to commit violence at a moment's notice even if the ultimate goal in one's life was peace and an end to such violence. In his meditative trance he was aware that Zara had returned but she did not seem to be distressed and in fact stoked the fire back to life and began to cook breakfast. Maybe some sense had come to her after some rest since she was cooking far more than she could personally eat. Soon Amarok rose from where he had been seated and walked around the side of the cabin, still quite nude. He was fully sheathed of course, but his balls swung to and fro as he grinned at Zara for a moment. Cooking breakfast? Let me go put something on and I'll be right out. he told her, grinning wolfishly. Without waiting for a response he moved into the cabin, where overnight the magical dwelling had cleaned his clothing and his armor. His too if she'd bothered to take them off. Slipping on a simple loincloth, sewn to hold him in place he soon exited the cabin again, muscles shifting and bunching under his skin. If there was one thing about Amarok it was that he was well-built and had a classical warrior's physique. Wide in the shoulders and deep in the chest he could have been a sculpture given life. Taking a seat across from Zara he smiled. Good morning. Did you sleep well? he asked, not intending it as a jab, but realizing as it escaped his mouth that she might very well have to say something about his actions the night prior.
Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

His footsteps against the dewy grass allowed Zara to know Amarok was making his way towards her. Turning her head over her shoulder she would catch a glimpse of him and his birthday suit, quickly turning away to shield her eyes in utter embarrassment. Um You think?! She shrieked at his comment to put some clothing on. At least I bathed away from you out of respect! Her heart fluttered uncontrollably. Breathing fast and cheeks reddened. Zara would be lying if she said that she didnt enjoy seeing himself that way. His body was shapely, muscular, and definitely suitable for her tastes in a mate. But that nudity was simply uncalled for. As he made his appearance again and sat across from her she only looked up to see he barely covered himself, but she couldnt complain. I prepared you four fish for breakfast. She spoke as she handed him his meal, beginning to work on hers as he took it. I know you enjoy it cooked so I tried to prepare it the way you enjoy. Her teeth broke into the scales, the crunching sound echoing inside her eardrums. The silent chews terminated once Amarok inquired how she slept. Damn. She was trying to avoid the subject and act as if it never happened. I would have slept better if you would have kept me in the same spot I was in. But nonetheless, I appreciate what you did. Sitting silent after her words she took another bite of her fish. Amarok would probably be taken aback by her new attitude. Without doubt it took everything she had in her to not yell about him placing his hands on her. This was a big step in readjusting her attitude, but she couldnt promise that her attitude wouldnt sometimes slip through. With a full stomach Zara stood back up, outstretching her hands to loosen the tightened muscles. If we stay on this path by the end of the night we should make it to Ferndale. Since itll be late we should stay in for the remainder of the night and search for Hegan in the morning. Walking over to the cabin her hands would glide in the air majestically for a brief second, muttering the command Shrink. The cabin rumbled briefly before that familiar purple glow gleamed through the windows. Without hesitation the once large cabin now merely the dice once more, Amaroks belongings was the only thing left in the area where the cabin use to be. Tucking the cube back into a bag on Granite, she would jump up to sit in the front like before. Ready whenever you are.
Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

There was no way that Amarok would have missed the reaction to his state of undress even if Zara would have denied it. Which would have been assured if he'd asked. Of course most anthros had keen senses, but being born into the warrior caste Amarok's ancestors had bred particularly keen senses into his bloodline, and then the Academy had honed them further. It was part of what made the wolf so dangerous. He might not have seen her reddened cheeks nor felt the heat from her flushed skin since he was not close enough. Yet the way her heart fluttered in her chest, like a little caged bird, was all too clear a signal to the Sword. It had made him smile, and he'd rather enjoyed the glances he got as he exited the cabin and took a seat across from her. He ate slowly and took his time, basking in the rising morning sun, and letting her drink in the sight of him as much as she liked. Amarok had never been shy. Thank you very much for breakfast Zara. he told her, the sentiment heartfelt. At the thanks for letting her have the bed, in her roundabout way, Amarok waved it off. His bright yellow eyes settled on hers a moment as he said, I could not in good conscience let you sleep on the floor. I need my Healer well rested and ready, no matter what else is going on. My life is in your hands. he told her, which was the truth. Conversely hers was, or might be, in his as well. A Sword was expected to keep their Healer safe. Amarok knew she'd fight that notion every step of the way, but he took such things to heart. Once he was done eating he gathered his things, slipping on the gauntlet and locking it in place, then the rest of his things, the sword the last piece of equipment. Making sure that the fire was put out he tried to leave the land as they had found it, even filling in the makeshift firepit with the small folding spade that he'd used to dig it. Putting all the things into the magical pack he soon mounted up onto Granite right behind Zara. She was soft and warm against him, just as the other day, but yesterday he'd taken the time to cleanse his mind and body a bit before they'd convened for the assigned Trials. Today there was no such luck, and within the first hour of riding, their course agreed upon, Amarok's body began to show signs of his arousal at her extremely close proximity.
Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

In the same state as Zara, Amarok found himself panting slightly as well. The sun beat down on them mercilessly, and though it got rather hot, it was the humidity from the lake that really made things miserable. The breeze that blew was not cool but quite warm, and as Zara commented about his sword, Amarok started to protest. The hilt of the weapon was nowhere near her and that was when he realized she was actually talking about his partially erect member, and Zara adjusted her hips, which didn't help his situation at all. He tried to adjust as well and merely managed to rub his hardening cock along her backside. Eventually she leaned back into him, and fell into a slumber, brought about by the heat of the day, as cats were wont to do. Amarok was a bit taken aback as she rubbed affectionately against him, and one arm slipped about her body, gently cupping and kneading one breast as she slept, unable to help himself with her ass pressed against his cock. Amarok closed his eyes and buried his nose gently into her hair, unaware of any scent she might be giving off, though his body certainly seemed to behave a certain way. As she began to rouse he had already removed his hand from her body, though his yellow eyes peered down her front to watch as her breasts bounced gently with Granite's gait and how they swayed softly. Her words brought a deep chuckle from the wolf. I did not mind so much. We're a team, and I support you. I would not wish your discomfort. he told her plainly. Her suggestion quickly brought a nod. That sounds like a plan. Some meat would be wonderful. he said. He knew that in such an endeavor she would be the provider. His talents lay in the blade and stalking a deer well enough to use a sword was difficult, even for him. The only ranged weapons he had were some short spears, strapped to Granite in a way to keep them from being cumbersome, but they would have been best used for boar, and the plains here held few. In another hour Amarok drew Granite to a halt, and dismounted easily and let Zara get down on her own, knowing she would resent any help he might give. There was peeks at her shapely backside as she dismounted though, and the way she lifted her tail brought that ache back to his loins. If you need any help with anything, you let me know. I'm going to go ahead and find some wood and prepare a fire. he told her. Amarok then began to gather some of the wood in the area, which was not much, but would be enough to burn for a few hours anyway, and cook them a meal. There was little reason to set up the cabin, as it was merely for sleeping, but the wolf gathered the few things he'd packed for the trip and managed to set up the tent in a formation a bit like a lean-to, providing shade for the both of them. He trusted that Zara would find some game and he wanted to be prepared.
Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

It took a moment to realize that Amarok had arrived as Zara continued her struggle with the boar. The flames were penetrating and did its justice with scaring off the swine, but once the grip was released Zara cried out in ache. The wound was deep and her ankle felt slightly limp. It was serious but nothing a little overnight healing could do. All she could do was nod her head as he lend an aiding hand, helping her sit down on the ground as she adjusted more comfortably. She wanted to get up, to show that she wasnt that weak. Who would get attacked by a boar? Her foot just managed to slip, that was all, but Zara wasnt going to give herself the easy ticket out. I-Im fine. Stuttering the words, obviously still shaken from the incident, she brought her hands to the ground and attempted to stand up. Her weight was placed on her good foot, already struggling to even put a toe on the ground. Her teeth dug aggressively at her bottom lip as she forced her foot down, a hostile moan vibrated in her throat. Damn it! She pierced the air with her serrated tongue, bowing her head in failure as she threw her body on the ground in loss. She laid there silently, nipping at the inside of her cheek as to what she would say next, I guess I do need assistance. Her pride was stricken with one of her quivers, shattering like glass. I will heal when we get to the tent. Itll take some time but if youre up for the job you can begin prepping the buck if you do not mind grabbing it on your way back. Her eyes darted over her kill as she shook her head in disappointment. Healers were able to patch up their partners easily, almost no recovery time whatsoever. On the other hand, if they tried using their own magic on themselves it just doesn't work the same way, taking up to hours for She felt like dirt on the inside, discouraged and embarrassed that Amarok saw her in this state. It was easy to read how distraught she was. This is what I get for being so cocky, huh Princess? She mocked herself, staring at the bloodied ground with a blank expression. Her hands entangled around the sturdy neck of the wolf, feeling him scoop her up like ice cream. She couldnt help but rest her head on his shoulder as he made his way back to camp. Tears started to broil in her eyes and a knot caught up inside of her throat as she struggled to keep her emotions to herself, not wanting to make her discomfiture any worse. The strain of the day caught up to her, burying her face into Amaroks snow white coat, weeping silently in it as she held onto him tighter than before.
Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

The kind words from Zara had Amarok taken aback, though he quickly recovered and had shot her a wink. Back in a flash. he had told her before he took off. Even as he set about the somewhat grisly but necessary work to prep the buck, he turned over the situation in his mind. Zara was obstinate and a bit haughty. Not a good combination. Yet she was not totally heartless nor appreciative. He had seen the look in her eyes as he started to go. She didn't want him to. It was not something he had expected to see in the feline, not for any canine, but especially not for him. That was something that had always bothered Amarok. The wolf didn't know all of Zara's background, but word spread and one had to work hard to separate fact from rumor. Amark knew she'd had a hard life, and he could not blame her for how she might view the world. As a Sword he suffered a bit as well. He knew the Healer looked down on him in a way, and her words yesterday had proved that. Viewed only a killer, only good for one thing violence. Just because one was good at something did not mean that was who they were. A Sword was not who Amarok was . Unfortunately, it did not work the same for the other Jobs that the Academy gave its students. Zara was a Healer. It was something to take pride in. How did one take pride in the fact that they were viewed as a killer? Unless you were a sociopath you were somehow seen as necessary but relegated to a lesser status. Anyone could take a life, but not everyone could heal or give life. Zara could do both. With a sigh, but keeping his thoughts to himself Amarok had returned to the camp. The fact that performed a bit of healing on herself was a good thing, though Amarok would have been willing to carry her for the rest of the Trial if so needed. If he'd been surprised by her words and actions before, Amarokmwas absolutely floored by what she said next and he took a seat next to her, seeing that she was obviously in a weakened state. You don't have to apologize for a thing. I hope you know that I appreciate you as well. We all have our foibles. If we didn't, we'd just live in a boring cookie-cutter world. he said with a chuckle, and patted her thigh. Bending down he peered at her ankle and the fresh tissue and fur. How does it feel? he asked, a little concerned. The mention of whether to stay or go didn't bring much pause in his response. We should stay put. Let you rest, heal that ankle a bit more. Harvest as much meat off this deer as we can, set it out in the hot sun to make some jerky, and then head to the foothill on the morrow. If we leave right now we'll have to discard a lot of that meat, or still take the time to cook it up so it doesn't go bad. he reasoned, though the thought of spending the night with her in the cabin, or even in the lean-to, was becoming more appealing as time wore on. Amarok watched to gauge her reaction to his assessment.
Thread: The Heart of the World -[Haru::Ironic]-

Nodding her head she agreed on his decision, finishing up her meal as she sat her plate down. Its still tender, but I am weaker than anything after using my magic on myself. I was debating on taking a potion but I would rather save that for a time when it is needed. She clasped her hands against her lap, thinking about the upcoming journey. They never bothered to explain to us why they needed that crystal, huh? Her thumb stroked over her thigh, a confused expression glossing over her face. They did say any questions would be regarded to Hegan, but I do not believe they would give him disclosed information such as this. Zara answered her own inquire, wondering where the purpose of this Trial is heading. I just feel as if we should know more about our mission, you know? Some time had passed as Zara laid there resting, closing her eyes but not fully asleep, meditating more than anything. It had helped her weakness in the past and cleared her mind from nagging thoughts. Bright swirls of orange, red and yellow swayed at the horizon, the sun falling as the moon dominated the night. Im feeling a bit better, Im going to set up the cabin and call it a night. Tomorrow I will be back to normal. She wiggled as she attempted to stand, her tail sticking outwards to help her balance and hands outstretched to catch herself if needed. It had hurt slightly to apply pressure on her recently healed ankle but it was required to get it use to walking again. I am fine. She answer Amarok though he did not question her condition, knowing that he was thinking it. Steadily she paced herself toward Granite as he ate away at the grass, excavating through the baggage to retrieve the purple dice and some sleepwear. Twisting the dice its magic worked as before, the cabin setting in a suitable area alongside the lean-to. I know I said this before but truly, thank you from the bottom of my heart. If you need anything before you sleep please feel free to get me. She smiled at him warmly before taking resort inside the cabin, shutting the door behind her. Effortlessly she peeled away the clothing that had blood leftovers scattered over it, a white wife beater tank top fitting against her torso and gray shorts gripping at her flawlessly rounded rear. The tiny perks of her nipples could be seen outlined on her shirt, her plump breasts having more room and stuck out further than usual. Zara crawled on the bed, laying on her right side and hands beneath her head for comfort. She closed her eyes, trying to sleep the night away so the next day would follow and things would be back to normal, but her growing heat caused her to shift in bed, groaning as she realized what was happening. Fuck . She muttered as she flipped to her back, the back of her hand pressing against her forehead in frustration. She couldnt hide her heat from Amarok and there was no way of covering her scent. Luckily it was weak, but still had potential to be potent. All she could hope was that he wouldnt comment on it or dismay the topic, but what if she acted on her instincts instead?
Thread: Knight Shame: Yellow eyes and Ten Rings (Absinth/Lagertha)

All eyes were on Rentia as she entered the room, more than a few of them filled with a more lustful look than anything. Daniel was appraising her with a sight not like others. He could see there was something odd about her. With all due respect sir, which apparently is not a whole lot, if we are to go by this charade, should she not be in a class with people closer to her own age? Mason piped up, earning a snicker from Daniel Not only is she a scrawny little thing but she cannot be older than fifteen, and she does not have either ring on her hand. Are you TRYING to get her killed or something? I mean, come on, we know you hate women but this is just stupid Seymour, how about you shut your face and actually learn something for once instead of mouthing off like you want to lose all your teeth? Tulik snapped at him, then gestured at Daniel, waving him forward How about we have our resident prodigy go ahead and teach our newest recruit a thing or two? With all due respect, and like Mason said that isn't a whole lot sir, I would literally break her in half Daniel said even as he was moving forward Are you defying me boy? Oh, no, I'm just pointing out that there is a good chance that she'll get hurt. I will do her a favor and use only one ring. He unlooped a silver chain from around his wrist and slide four of his rings from his right hand, placing them on the chain with 11 other rings that were of varying designs. There was a rumor that Daniel Senior, the elder Carver, had eleven rings on his hands by the time he retired. Five of his own, and six he had obtained from his former Knight in Arms, all of which died at the hands of a monstrous creature. It was said that he had only ever been able to use the other six exactly once in a burst of rage that had almost killed him. Looping the chain back around his right wrist, he took his spot on one of the small sparring pads, rolling his head to crack his neck as he loosened up the muscles in his arms. He unlooped the cord around his waist, then tugged off the robes and his shirt, revealing that he was just as well built as he seemed, and that his body was lined with a canopy of scars that dotted his body. I'll let you take the first shot He old her as he fell into his fighting stance, legs apart, his arms brought up as his hands clenched into fists.
Thread: Knight Shame: Yellow eyes and Ten Rings (Absinth/Lagertha)

Daniel's Rings 1??? 2??? 3 ??? 4 ??? 5 ??? Father's Rings 1??? 2??? 3??? 4??? 5??? 6??? 7??? 8??? 9??? 10??? 11??? The ring that Daniel kept around his index finger was a simple, black-silver band with an inlaid yellow stone much like one of the ones his father had. It was fairly simplistic, yet the ability, and the ring itself, seemed unique to the Carver clan somehow. Ahahe... good choice Daniel choked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands gripped her arms and he threw her over, pulling his head out from her arms and slamming her onto the ground, not that he expected her to stay that way for long. Instead of just standing there, he moved, leaping backwards to put some distance to them, but that's not what everyone else had seen. Instead, what they saw was him being in one spot, and then suddenly being in another. From the confused look on Kaess face at this, Tulik explained He, and his father before, called that Greystep. It amplifies the speed of any movement, but only in short bursts of a set distance. I knew his father, and I've seen what that bastard could do with them. Break bones, smash stone, cut things so fast they didn't even realize the limb was gone until they looked How about you quit chattering and focus on the match? Daniel shot at him as he brought his arms up defensively, grinning at Rentia through the gap between them. She was strong for her size, he'd have to give her that, and not many had the concentration to Air Glide like that, at least not as smoothly as she did at the age that she was. Daniel's eyes seemed to be glowing in the low light as he waited for her next strike to come. The shadows played across his face, and for a moment, all she could see was golden yellow eyes surrounded by shadow before the darkness passed and he was still grinning at her.