Thread: Blood & Fur [BurningWillows/DementedRabbit]

Thank you, Eira replied, her voice soft from grief yet sweet like the song of a bird, and calm like a morning breeze. Her mother had always told her she had a pleasant voice, and the clients who came that the shaman couldn't save, Eira sang soft lullabies too, to ease their pain as they passed. Even her small words to him were kind to his ears, as they were to anyone's. As he rose to refill his bowl and take hers she edged along the bench closer to help take it back, and found herself lost in the gaze of the man who saved her, realizing only now he had two colored eyes. Your eyes...they are... she didn't get it out as his face turned and he growled at his front door and instantly fear gripped her, thinking back to those men in the forest. Had more come and snuck into the city? Were they here to finish the job? But as the door flung open she was met by a man who did not bear the crest of those strangers and smelt vaguely familiar, though not enough to remember. He had a handsome face and body, much like Sigurd's, but as he burst into speak only to catch sight of her she found her eyes still drawn to Sigurd, wondering if he was alright with the interruption of their meal. It's Eira, she murmured, not wanting to be reminded of her mother, her body curving into itself a little more, hiding some of her feminine features under the plain forest green dress, her eyes moving to stare at the fire. Sigurd was all too right that she needed space. But that her mother saved this man? It explained why he smelt familiar to her. Her head snapped up hard at the mention of mate. Her eyes glanced at Sigurd then to the man in shock, not quite sure what to say to that. Is this why Sigurd is being kind? Was he only rescuing me to take me as his own, without question? No...he has been kind and not tried to touch me other than carry me here. I am not here to be his mate, I can see the kindness in him. His brother must think him lonely, or desperate. No, it seemed he thought Sigurd weak with women. His departing comment insulted even Eira, claiming he could have her if Sigurd messed up, as if she was an object to be tossed from man to man. Eira had not even kissed a wolf before, she surely wasn't looking to be thrown to one she had never met. The insult to Sigurd was much deeper, and obviously tore at an old wound, as her host began to angrily break and slam things that made Eira jump and twitch, pulling her legs up a little to make herself smaller and unseen. More...harm? she asked, lowering her legs, her bowl still full and untouched, Sigurd, what is happening tomorrow? Why would I be in more harm? He didn't answer her and that worried her more. Her fingers shook but she got half her bowl of stew finished, having to toss the last away. But before she could she was treated to quite the sight as Sigurd flung off his cloak and began to undress, and did not stop till he was fully nude. Red faced and flushed, Eira tried not to look but got a good look at both his tattoos...and his hanging member. Nothing about his body was missing an inch of muscle. She opened her mouth to speak, to even ask where he might sleep, but he answered it as he crawled into his large bed and curled up, leaving half for her. I...I have to sleep next to him tonight as well. Will he think me promiscuous to do so? Will I lead him on? Do I wish to? No...I shouldn't. I don't. He is a handsome wolf...but he must think of me as a child. Turning her gaze away she cleaned and washed her bowl, then his, then found herself cleaning the cauldron too, tidying up his home and the ware they had used to eat, then snuffing out the candles and the open flames, leaving only embers to warm the home and give her light. She did not dare undress and lay beside him naked, instead taking only her belt and placing it with her cloak and hood on the bench, her boots finished drying. She crawled into bed in only her dress, still modest and warm, but comfortable. She faced away from him, her cheeks so hot they must have been the color of her hair, too embarrassed and to ask him what his motives are with her. Instead she fell uneasily into sleep, growing colder throughout the night, with a loss of blankets not able to warm herself and lay shivering in his bad well past the hour he should be up.