Thread: Hunted (BurningWillows & BloodMoon)

His posture changed, and her inner beast calmed. Any threats seemed to dissipate as her body laid in front of him, bare, shredded, and unmovable. Carefully her bounds where released, her dead weight being softly laid on the floor before he did something both shocking, and gracious. His weighted clothes softly rubbed against her bloodied skin as he picked her up. While he carefully handled her, there was only small parts of her body she could feel still. Her bloody matts clung to her neck, while other clumps stuck to the mans clothes, smearing cold crimson liquid over his gear. While he laid her down pain flourished throughout her chest and shoulders, a soft airy yelp left her fleshy lips, Lunars large silver eyes closing as she gulped back a dry scream. The womans head swung to the side, while her fingers twitched ever so slightly. Another wave of blood filled her nostrils as her wounds wept. She could hear him shuffle around while she laid silently, a soft material suddenly resting against the parts she could feel. Opening her eyes she discovered his cloak, the dense material covering her bare form respectfully. Her eyes examined the material, blood stains both fresh and old lingered along the outside of cloak, while other parts remained battered and beaten from various battles with what could be a number of things. Questions filled her head, always returning back to the main question. Why . Suddenly the sounds of shuffling, the scent of blood slowly decreasing within the small cottage. While the sweet thud of the meat hed thrown away hummed in her ears. With what energy she had, Lunar turned her heavy head towards the man, her head no longer facing the wall the cot was pushed against. Her large wolfish eyes watched him, curiosity within her building. It took a moment, her jaw opening long before anything could exit her dry mouth. .Th Her eyes fluttered closed as she tried to swallow the dryness away, only to swallow air. Thank you Lunars words where soft and meak. Not even a shadow of her bold wolfish voice. His body stopped moving, having cleaned what he could of the small wooden home before he shifted his attention back on her. She watched silently, her head lying heavily against the cot. Of course you asked for it. You asked the moment you came into the room. He stated, a tattooed hand sliding up softly to scratch at the stubble along his rigid jawline. Eli could see it took her a moment to process who was standing in front of her. Taking one more step, Eli gracefully pulled out the opposite stool to hers, his form sweeping down to sit on the hard wooden chair. You leave tracks easier to follow then a Goliath. His deep, rough voice softly informed her. His hands lifted to clunk down on the table, the thick binds and leather straps along his wrists and arms hit the table with a soft thud . The mans emerald orbs focused on Ashs striking violet eyes, the vivid color capturing his attention with a well-remembered memory. Now the question is, why you havent been here sooner. He stated, his solid figure leaning forward ever so slightly. OOCSorry btw, I wanted to throw something up before I passed out, I'll proof read and fix any error's tomorrow... I just wanted to make sure I posted