Thread: Hunter or Hunted? (Atroxa & Effigy)

Varena was definitely used to a certain crowd, and those did not tend to include nobles or other people of any sort of status or culture. She had been raised on a farm near a small town in the foothills of the Svalbek mountains. The people there had been tough and honest, but definitely a little on the rough side. And since joining the Guild, she'd been surrounded by men of varying backgrounds, but all of that possessing that same sort of rough, devil-may-care attitude to them, 'charming' wasn't a word she would use to describe any of them. And they certainly never seemed very smooth to her. Then again, most men looked at a woman like Varena and just didn't approach her like they would if she were soft and delicate and wearing a dress. She didn't know how to react to Ulrich at all, his comments were just as lewd really, but wrapped in silk. She disliked being so out of her comfort zone. What she thought of him though she had no idea, he was certainly handsome, and on a level she refused to acknowledge she was flattered by his attention and his compliments, and he was obviously attracted to her. No woman could deny that there was nothing quite so flattering as being told they were beautiful with genuine earnest. Still though, Ulrich unnerved her. She didn't know why, maybe it was how smooth he was, she didn't know how to react to that, or maybe it had something to do with waking up naked with him smelling her hair. Varena knew that there were women out there that would have given anything to wake up with a man like Ulrich treating them how he had been treating her, but Varena was not like most women. She was stubborn, independent, and strong, and she was wary of handsome men. The woman stood with her arms wrapped around herself a little, trying to provide a little extra coverage, especially over her chest as her ample breasts kept trying to spill back out. She knew that it really didn't matter, he'd seen her naked for gods knew how long, touch her... a shiver ran up her spine and she pushed the thoughts away. It didn't matter, being covered made her feel better. Varena frowned though when he pointed out that she was in no condition to travel, and that he'd put work into mending her back up. Ulrich kept going, not allowing her to get a word in edgewise as he expressed concern and asked that she stay with him, at his home. The Huntress frowned, obviously not thinking much of this request, but she sighed, feeling her attitude towards the offer shift. Varena wasn't in the condition to travel, she could feel it in her back, a day in the saddle right now would just do more harm than good. A few days rest and she'd be right as rain, but trying to travel now might put her out of her work for a week or two. In the long run, it would be best to just stay with Ulrich while she recovered. And from the feel of things, she wouldn't able to tend to the wound on her back without help anyway, and she wouldn't have to spend money on board there. The woman sighed, a soft of exasperation resignation, but made a face when he promised not to bathe her while she was sleeping again, her look turning more exasperated than resigned. In the back of her mind, Varena knew exactly what he was playing at, what he was trying to do, why he wanted her to stay with him, but she felt compelled to accept anyway. Fine, she agreed finally, but just until I'm better. Now if you'll give me some privacy, I would like to change, she told him, waving one of her hands a bit in a dismissive manner towards the door, wanting him to leave.