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

There was a part of that hoped that when shed wake up, shed be back home, awake from this nightmare of a place. Instead, as her eyes began to flutter open, the sound of a baritone male voice permeated her hearing, her vision focused and she saw the man from before. Only she wasnt back home. No, she was still in this foreign place where her first and immediate impression upon arrival was the danger that lurked, the danger that almost got her because apparently this place was filled with horrible creatures of some kind of dark and sinful force and the man who told her to run who apparently could turn into a giant, hulking tiger?! It was like she was stuck in one of her RPGs or some video game, only this world was a lot more real and she couldnt even update her game avatar to a more suitable appearance that blended in this kind of society and environment. If she could, shed want to be an Elf. Elves were always so cool. Sitting up quickly, Em pushed herself a little bit away from this man and nearly toppled right off the bed in the process. Instead, she just sort of slid off of it, catching herself from rolling off and slid herself further away. Apparently she was still in a bit of a shock and her brain was spinning in its attempt to process. Along with that, she felt like she had an even bigger headache than before. Y-You She gulped, lifting her shaky hand to heinously point his way, further stating the blaringly obvious notion of her point that it was him . And not the wall. Y-You were a tiger. She even used her hands to demonstrate just how big he had been in that form. And the way she knew it was him was by the necklace he wore. Something told her it was a rare and one of a kind relic that only hed have. And he had it around his neck even when he was in tiger form. A big tiger. If there was someone to get the aware for stating the painfully obvious fact, it would be Emory Martinique. Clearing her throat, she looked away from him, her hands falling in her lap and she saw the spread of food. Moving to stand, she walked over to it and it all looked so good. Her stomach even growled and she pressed her palm to it, her fingers splayed. Food. She said it as if she was in some kind of odd trance. But really, she was still sort of processing the information Without even really askingshe assumed that she was allowed to eat because there were plates and portions for twoshe snagged a piece of bread and bit into it. Her eyes closed in satisfaction of the taste of freshly baked bread. It was different than what was available back home highly mass produced, probably with all kinds of growth hormones and fake flavors of what bread really and truly should be, certainly nothing like this kind of bread. No, this was real food. Even she would be the first to admit that. Emory finished the slice pretty quickly and then picked up one of the goblets that was filled with either water or some drink. She drank a good portion of it and therefore learned that it was not water at all but some kind of dank ale or cheaply crafted brew. Either way though, it took care of the dryness she felt in her throat and it allowed her to think properly a bit better. Unable to loom any further in the silence that hung over them both, she finally turned to the man and crossed her arms over her chest. Realizing that her vision was still a bit foggy, she pulled her glasses from out of her pocket, thankful that they werent damaged and slid them back onto her face, pushing the middle ridge up the bridge of her nose. There, she could see him perfectly clearly now and in this light, she was able to see him better too. It was then she noticed just how handsome he was. More silence, especially as she admired his appearance. A man like this from her time would be considered like a celebrity. Chiseled and sculpted perfectly and likely a model or a leading man in some movie about when a guy met a girl and the rest was history. Honestly, they needed to come up with better stuff. Although every time they turn a video game into a movie, they ruin it horribly. So really, there was no winning. Before her gaze could travel down any further, she swallowed and quickly brought it back up to his face where she decided it would be safer to stay and not stray again. Sowhat are you then? A were-tiger? An anamorph? AA She cut herself off and then shook her head lightly. No, that wasnt the way to start this now, was it? I meanthank you. She said softly, suddenly remembering her manners. For warning me enough to leave. For giving me your cloak to keep me hidden and away from prosecuting eyes. And for bringing me here. She motioned with her hand around the room he had brought her into her. I owe you. Though I dont know how I will pay you back, I want you to know that I am extremely grateful, Sir Tiger. She bit down on her lower lip, a cute habit of hers when she was slightly nervous and at a loss for nervous chatter.