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Quiet time
By: Nyah691 Date: February 1, 2020, 10:02 am
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(12/17/19 1:10 pm)
..m a k e i t h u r t..
dagger [Nyah’s]
Dagger's Rules
Hulneth, PoD
Private dwelling for the Lady Nyah.
Nestled from the elements in a nook close to the
Village, with a panoramic view of the coastline.
says to ALL: i stood naked before the hearth, the flames of the
fire flickering an orange glow along the olive curves of my
skin. i was freshly bathed, brushing the blackness that was my
hair. Grimm, was laying in a corner about 50 yards away watching
me through half lidded eyes, clearly enjoying the respite from
the weather outdoors. i wasn’t at all sure about letting him
indoors, though i knew he was to sleep in the barn and the barn
was where he slept. But i was beginning to smell like the barn
and while i was far from the perfumed acolytes of the bathhouse,
there had been a modicum of distance put between myself and the
wild-running slave girl of the forest. Clean was good. Smelling
like dung was something different. Besides, this was the only
way i could see the mark of my Mistress healing into my shoulder
and i twisted there peering over my shoulder to see and lay a
delicate touch to the mark that was now nearly healed. It was
not 90% healed, the colour of it earth toned and i marveled at
her blade work. Even just the memory of it jolted me back to the
feeling it procured; i could feel myself trembling- not just in
my limbs which felt like a new-born kailla, but low in my belly,
which felt like the trembling of a thousand zarlit wings on
impending flight. i exhaled a breath i’d been holding, and
turned a glance back to Grimm as i heard a rumble come from his
corner. A common, contented noise he made as he was curled on
top of a fur that he’d claimed as his own, while still managing
to keep one eye locked on me. i couldn’t help but laugh.
“Beast. i’m going to have to teach you manners. i’m at least 2
copper for looking.” He gave a disapproving snort and I sniffed
back as i slid back into my kirtle and then threw on a thick
shawl to bring Grimm back to the barn.
“C’mon lad. C’mon boy. We best get you back to the bard before i
get myself into trouble.” i braided my hair loosely, and used
some string to tie the end. i didn’t want to drip everywhere and
it was quite chill outside. Later, i would sit by the fire and
brush it until it dried. But that would only until i settled
Grimm in for the night and settled the animals in the barn
around him. They were growing accustomed to him, though he was
penned in his own area, and he was learning that his job was
protection of the animals. He was enjoying the job too. i was
proud of what he was learning.
(12/17/19 1:52 pm)
dagger [Nyah’s]
Dagger's Rules
Hulneth, PoD
[Nyahs Cabin]
Private dwelling for the Lady Nyah.
Nestled from the elements in a nook close to the
Village, with a panoramic view of the coastline.
says to ALL: He stretched his small frame from tip to tail and i
could imagine him as an adult. The size of his paws was
something to be reckoned with and his sleek body and muscles
beneath black fur could stop someone in their tracks. His fur
was charcoal grey blended with black and his claws, even for a
pup, were incredibly sharp. Despite his neediness, and furry
cuteness, there was no mistaking this beast for the predator he
was. i never forgot that. It was a delicate balance between
trainer and companion. i made sure that we never blurred the
lines and that he never thought or considered me one of his pack
mates. It was that kind of thinking that could get you killed.
Because when all was said and done, at the end of the day, i
need Grimm to obey me. Not confuse me for a playmate. If he
accidentally pawed at me with one of his claws there was no
coming back from that. It was the end of the road. i would
likely bleed out before anyone could render aid and really
preferred my blood inside my body.
This was one of those times where i was grateful for my time
spent in the wild and grateful for my longevity. i’d learnt some
lessons the hard way. Picking the wrong mushrooms and spending
three days straight vomiting, not thinking i was going to live.
Keeping myself alive on sips of water and bone broth that I’d
managed to make. i’d survived. i would be able to teach this pup
and connect with this pup but not get so attached that i’d get
killed by this pup. And in a lot of ways this creature would
save me from some of the worst parts of myself.
Once i settled him down, made sure the verr were settled and
cozy for the night i laid with Grimm until he was drifting off
and then i crept away as i often did. i knew my leaving did not
escape him. For as silent as i was, he was a sleen and his
hearing was far better than mine. But he understood that i did
not sleep here. i made my way back to the cabin and brushed my
hair in front of the fire until it was dry. My hair never
gleamed. It was a strange thing. As beautiful and as healthy as
it was, the blackness was flat, with a lustre that lacked shine
and instead seemed to swallow it whole.
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