Reclaimed Isekai

Vee squeezes her tighter to her body, her weight is entirely pressed down on Lyla now. Her shaft nudges itself into her depths as hot pulse after pulse of seed is dumped inside her. The volume is enough to slowly distend her belly a bit more, beyond what Vee's size is already doing.

But despite that, she resumes rocking her hips, tucking Lyla's face into her chest as she overwhelms them with a primal mating press. There's no more kiss to distract her anymore, no tongue to keep her awake, Vee almost squishes the last bits of energy out of Lyla just as much as she pumps her feel of virile hot seed.

"Oh good..." When she finally comes to, her renewed tightness that comes with her adorable moans, with her barely worded whimpers cause Vee to cum a second time. It's been a few minutes easy, and this girl has been pumping her hips into the other's already flooded womb even as she was konked out.

"I just.." Vee leans back just enough to grab one of Lyla's legs, slowly rolling the other over onto her swollen belly as Vee lays against her.

The twisting inside, the shift from a body shaking mating press, to a more primal doggy style sets Vee off. Vee's tail helps provide some padding between the sleeping bag and Lyla's body as it wraps around her.

There she's fucked like a dog in heat, or is it Vee acting like one, ramming herself as keep as passionately possible before both hands wrap around their head and neck.

Compared to the loving mating press, this is a warriors domination. Like a gladiator in the arena claiming the defeat as both a prize and a sign of honor to be hers.

She slightly chokes Lyla with that grip cumming one final time inside with an intense hold before slumping against her with a gasp. Peppering her back with kisses, releasing her hold before it got too dangerous.

#Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla #soulflatter #NSFW tag pending

It was much more akin to a breeding than fucking; Lyla's brain jolted awake and alive as each inch pulled back and each inch pushed forth inside of her.

It was that chokehold that finally gave Lyla release, her body unable to sustain any kind of barrier from pain and pleasure as she was simply used, her form jerking underneath the other like a well-used toy.

Perhaps, in this case, Lyla was.

Her eyes felt hazy and gritty, as if time was moving slow and fast at the same time; her mind unable to comprehend the swelling and pressure in her womb.

The kisses were numb scratches to her spine, feeling only finally returning minutes after Vee ceased her insecent orgasm. It took a lot to even consider breathing, let alone any kind of movement or sensation to the rest of her body.

"A-Are you... D-Done?"

Her words sounded as if Lyla hadn't had water in days, delerious and shakey with a healthy dose of rasp and uncertainty. Her mind certainly felt that way, the Wolf's tail flattened against the floor as she even tried to remember that she had one.

This was the most intense use she'd ever experienced; it certainly wasn't anything like she'd expected. It far exceeded that, a nightmare she wouldn't soon forget.

"Are we done? Are you satisfied... With my use?"

Even as Lyla looked forwards, her neck craned slightly backwards to try and take in the world around her, it was all a blur; it felt akin to a blade of heat sinking into her iris's, the mere sight of the world thumping against her cranium.

This was a loss she'd certainly never forget; not one she was eager to repeat, either.

"I-It's all changed, it's-- hgnn... F-Fuck..."

She can barely speak; the poor wolf, reduced to naught more than a whimper and several cries of pleasure every few pounds against her cervix, against her innermost depths.

She didn't even have to question if anyone else had ever gotten this deep inside of her before; if anyone had even attempted a tenth of the lengths that Vee had gone to make her feel good. The answer was clear in her mind, not that she could gasp out an answer.

Making Lyla soft was an understatement; it wouldn't have been hard to corrupt her with such pleasure, to have her turn on everything in that instant it all went white-hot; that simple phrase echoing in her mind like a command.

"I want to feel you cum" turning into "I want you to cum" turning into "You'll cum for her, won't you?" in the wolf's mind. The motion came as sudden as her defeat had, her legs crumpling and tightening as much as they could.

Feeling Vee's tongue push into her mouth, a little bit into her throat, as that cock continued to pound at her had Lyla's brain blanking out; she wanted to announce it, she wanted to tell the other that she was finished... But she couldn't. The words, much like her breath, couldn't escape in time as her back arched and several gushes of love juice sprayed out around the pair.

"M-Mphm.... Mphmm...!"

It was all she could get out around the other's tongue, her own weakly fighting back as her brain directed all power to simply keeping the girl awake.

"T-there...there it is.." She uncoils her tongue from around Lyla's, letting the wolf freely gasp as she struggles for space under Vee's intense mating press. More and more Vee can't help but try to forcefully push this girl to her limits.

Her long tail releases her perky breast, instead coiled around Lyla's waist and catching her soft tail. Squeezing like a snake as Vee pushes both of Lyla's legs up by her head.

It's a shameless mating posture now, purposely folding her so that Vee's shaft can slot right into her womb, popping by her cervix with a sense of relief as she nestles into Lyla's depths.

It is as intimate as a quickie can be, most definitely more intense than any sort of other situation that might have occurred after such an encounter.

She wraps her arms around Lyla, squeezing her elbows to her sides with the other's hands trapped at their side.

The tightness she could feel as she invades her mouth again, lapping up her drool before her body shudders. Her rolling hips come to a pause, the hot scalding feeling of cum hitting Lyla's depths, filling her immediately and then some. Excess leaking out, what could leak with her size.

A dangerous creampie, with no signs of Vee wanting to pull out, she was too busy utterly encompassing this poor girl in such a lewd mind numbing fuck.

#soulflatter #NSFW tag pending #Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla

The mating press alone was enough to send Lyla over the edge once more; her body shuddering from the extreme pleasure that such a posture gave her.

It took no time for the wolf to pass out, her body going limp as her brain flashed white-hot with each heavy, hot and thick load of cum pumped into her body.

She wanted to gasp out, to tell the other to give her a break, but she couldn't. No words came from her tighten chest, nipples harder than they'd ever been before as her legs brushed against them.

The only sounds that escaped the poor girl was a weak moan as her head flopped back against the ground, unable to even slightly hold herself up as she passed out completely.

"G-Ghhh..."

"Too... Mughh..."

"Not a chance, it's just who I am. A fierce clash, then a cozy wind down. Nothing's changed, just...how we do it." Vee's tail coiled around, the smooth crocodile tail was far more prehensile than one would expect, circling Lyla's body to snug around her before the tail end circled one of her breasts and squeezed.

With that tail hold, Vee can focus entirely on making Lyla feel good, thumb rolling across her clit repeatedly. Accompanied by body shaking thrusts as her other hand groped that lone breast. Nipple caught between her digits.

There's not an inch of space for Lyla to escape to, it's the feeling of a prison but utterly devoid of the cruelty that Lyla might expect. It's a cage she's allowed to be in, allowed to leave, trapped with that hot rod pushing more and more into her womb, spreading her sacred entrance.

She's reaching far deeper than any pathetic slave owner might have, any fiendish patron, confident in her own size and technique, one so carefully honed to make a soft girl melt.

It ought to me a hard girl soft.

"Let me in.."

Vee whispers so casually, dragging Lyla into another series of kisses. Deep tongue filled invasions that coil around the other's tongue, playing with her just as much as she's threatening to pierce their womb. To shape their deepest place to her shaft, slow rocks that give no room to breathe, no room to nudge away.

She wants to slot into that special place, "I want to feel you cum..."

#soulflatter #Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla #NSFW tag pending

"I-It's all changed, it's-- hgnn... F-Fuck..."

She can barely speak; the poor wolf, reduced to naught more than a whimper and several cries of pleasure every few pounds against her cervix, against her innermost depths.

"M-Mphm.... Mphmm...!"

It was all she could get out around the other's tongue, her own weakly fighting back as her brain directed all power to simply keeping the girl awake.

"Not a moment, I only got you for tonight." That was the deal, the spoils to the victor, but the honesty given. She wasn't trying to break this girl or make her fall in love, she wasn't trying to twist her perception or make her dependent.

It was a moment of passion, and she wanted them to feel good. Bending forward, hovering near their flushed face, her hand running up through Lyla's hair, caressing her ears while the other moved back down to tease their clit. Anything to help Vee slowly push inside, it was thick after all, thick and long but this fighter could take it.

With both of her hands present on Lyla's body, there was no mistaken what that burning hot shaft was, spreading her entrance and slowly reaching just as deep as Vee's tongue was before, then further.

Lyla's mostly pinned under Vee's body weight now, her leg squished up against the other's shoulder, this messenger inching closer and closer to the other's squirming reactions.

After working her clit just a little more, Vee traces her hand up to their stomach, rubbing it across as she slowly feels the bulge of her shaft nudging out inside of her. Right as it taps against the other's cervix for the first time.

"Hope you're ready." Vee leans into the other, squishing their bodies together. Her arms wrap around Lyla entirely, her position tucks her legs as close as she can to them while curled over. The wolf is utterly encapsulated by her position, so much so that when the first real thrust comes, it's like Vee's fucking her whole body in an embrace. "T-tight.."

#soulflatter #Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla #I probably need an NSFW tag huh

Ready? She was not ready, not in the slightest. Looking down and seeing both hands on her body told Lyla just what was about to re-arrange her insides, yet her brain still couldn't properly process it.

It felt good. She didn't want to call it amazing, not yet; not from someone that was supposed to be her enemy. Someone that had, effectively, just decided to have her way with her.

Something in the back of the Wolf's mind told her that she could say no at any time and it'd stop. That this person, as degenerate as she was, would listen.

So why didn't she? What stopped that pivotal "no" from escaping her lips the more she eased into her? Was it the feeling of having the other hold her? Or perhaps it was the loving foreplay she got first. Maybe it was the medical assistance she received from someone she tried to kill, to keep her injuries from ruining the fun.

Whilst her thoughts ran like a maelstrom through her mind, Lyla's body was far more honest, clamping down with thigh and crotch around the other as each sudden thrust was welcomed by her form.

Not forced to accept it like normal; forced to plaster an enjoyable look on her face. No, this time she could actually enjoy herself.

Maybe she needed more enemies like Vee...

The tap against her Cervix was only momentarily diluted by the rubbing of her clit, Lyla's eyes wide and dilated with pleasure. She could feel her throat expanding for a gasp of air yet it felt like nothing was coming in, her chest rising and failing as oxygen only escaped her breast.

"T-T-Take it easy! F-Fuck! E-Easy!"

It felt like she was talking to a horse; it matched how her internals felt too. If she had a carrot to feed Vee, it'd be all the more appropriate.

As the blood in her veins decided if it should head south to keep the pleasure building or head north to stop her from passing out, Lyla couldn't help but gasp and writhe, even just a little given the lack of room she had beneath the warrior atop her.

"I-I can't go anywhere! You don't-- hgnnn... G-Gotta be so rough... S-So claiming..."

"Plenty on your mind it seems." Her arms coil a little around their thighs, she seems content on resting herself here now. Holding her just right so Vee's fingers could join in the fun, while one of her hands rests on their wound to soothe the pain.

It's weak magic compared to the one who taught her, but a prolonged slow application would mend the ribs enough soon. It wouldn't fix her exhaustion, and a little pain would linger. Half of this was from her own lack of skill, the other was not desiring to turn this into another fight for her head.

She'd rather just give head than anything right now.

Though she listens with a hidden frown, it only convinces the strange messenger that this slave needs a night to tide over these thoughts. Something to look back on, perhaps not with a highly fond memory, but just a thought that were was a better end than what they expected.

"Shh.." Her lips purse around their clit, teasing it before a long lap of her tongues helps itself to Lyla's slowly growing arousal. Her grip tightens as she heaves forward, her long tongue pushes inside just as they find themselves still stuck thinking on their master.

Vee's tongue reaches a little too far from time to time, pushing at places it shouldn't as she only seems to intensify her motions. Her fingers drag across Lyla's thighs leaving red marks as Vee finds herself getting quite aroused by now. Her teeth bite without regard, just enough to leave a small mark, but one that would be gone by the time Lyla reports to their master.

There's no need to get her in trouble more so than failure might.

With a final kiss she pops her lips off of Lyla's pussy, long tongue hanging as she delicately crawls up the other's body. Her hand lingers to prolong their arousal with a rather intense fingering, rubbing all the right spots she needs to to ease this poor girl into perhaps a sudden orgasm.

"Maybe you've just not experienced the right things for this 'level' you speak of." Her free hand leaves Lyla's body finally, the healing stops but the pain is dulled and mostly pleasure remains.

Instead it strokes up her leg, lifting it to rest on Vee's shoulder as she leans in towards Lyla. "Your master sent you to die Lyla, I am not someone who will go meekly into the night. Like you I have people I love, I'll die for. I'll tame the ocean spirit, save my friends."

Holding her thigh she removes her fingers, something else hotter and thicker instead lays against Lyla's entrance now. "And if you wish it, if you feel nothing is left and your 'levels' don't change your fate. I'll come get you. All you need to do is mail a letter, and it'll find me."

She slowly pushes that hot thing against Lyla's entrance, saying such a charming promise while slowly penetrating her with a thick shaft.

Her hips raise and fall with each suck and lick, the wolf's breath hitching in her throat as eyes roll back briefly as pleasure overwhelms the pain in her body.

That warmth in her ribs was equally matched by the warmth in her crotch. Her chest would rise a little faster as desire dripped down from her honeypot onto the other's tongue and her own thighs.

Why was this feeling so good? Was it because she was being gentle, or because Vee wasn't just using her outright?

The gentleness lasted all of a moment as it seemed the other was getting more and more into it; each nip and bite caused the wolf to raise her hips up in pleasure, teeth grazing her sensitive nub and slit. Each intense thrust from Vee's tongue caused Lyla to squeeze her thighs shut around the other's head.

It felt as if she blinked and missed it; the sudden air entering her body, the warmth of the other above her and the feeling of something more solid entering her body; with a gasp and a glance down, Lyla's brain can finally decipher what her eyes are seeing.

"H-Haa, not your fingers... F-Fuck! Fuck!"

It was the first time she'd ever felt anything like this; at least in this body. Some experimentation was bound to occur before, but she'd never properly had the time to explore how different the wolf's features were to the original.

The orgasm came faster than expected; she wanted to hold off now that the pain had been replaced with unexpected serotonin and dopamine, but she couldn't; it was clear the green-haired monster before her had done this before.

Even as her breathing labored and started to slow down, she tried so desperately to focus on what Vee was saying. There were words there, she could see Vee's mouth moving, but nothing reached her over the white noise covering her body.

"A-A letter...? I'll-- get stronger... I need to, I can't be saved every damn time...!"

She'd bite her lip as what Lyla can only assume is Vee's entire fist tries to fit itself inside of her, the wolf-girl howling in both pleasure and pain as her still-sensitive slit parted to let Vee inside properly.

"F-Fuck! C-Couldn't give me... A moment!?"

❝ Hmm? ❞ The Iberian hums in reply, his pace lessening until he nearly comes to an abrupt halt just a few feet away. She seems ill at ease, and quite pensive. Was something weighing on her subconscious? Should Jordi offer a listening ear and a helping hand? Tongue clicking against his teeth, he weighs his options carefully. On the one hand, talking about her troubles may relieve pent-up stress; but on the other... He swallowed dryly, a frown marring his visage. His preference was to avoid conflict at any cost. And yet... it was unavoidable. Lumen casts a transient glance over his shoulder at the wolf, eyes straying to her weapon. How much bodily damage can a sword like hers deliver?

❝ Umm... Very well, then. ❞

Case closed. It was time to move on. At least, the timbre of her voice sounds a little different from their previous encounter. Blunt, but lacking its icy bite. Tension lingers overhead. Its presence becoming denser with the passage of time, akin to an overbearing haze that refuses to lift. Riverbanks were commonly hustling and bustling with an overabundance of wildlife, but strangely enough, not one animal was sighted nearby. It was eerily quiet, almost suffocating. Even the songbirds remain deathly still in their treetop perches.

❝ ... ❞ Breath hitching in the back of his throat, the hair on the nape of his neck stood on end. Chills run down his spine, eyes darting back and forth, searching desperately for nearby clues. ❝ I don't see... ❞ Before the Aegir even had a chance to finish his sentence, a low rumble shook the ground beneath their feet.

Jordi snaps to attention, posture rigid as many more noises emerge. Was it just a singular entity stirring? Or did... the duo's brazen approach alert an entire group?

❝ Erm... I think we're about to find out for ourselves... ❞

Lumen grits his teeth, steeling himself for an inevitable confrontation. But he wasn't the one fighting on the frontlines, right? He was the one sidelined, unable to do more than assist the wolf-girl as a long-ranged healer.

Another low rumble is heard, followed by another, and then another. Sounding closer, sounding ominous. Saplings sway to-and-fro, branches snapping and cracking easily under the weight of hefty feet. What emerges shrouded in half-shadow, half-sunlight is a creature written about in fairy tales.

With beady eyes reflecting an almost primordial intelligence. The orge's attention seems to be poised on the Lupo, a hoarse snarl escaping from its maw as it caught a reflection of itself in Lyla's sword.

Was this it? The ghastly looking creature that injured his patient, knocking her unconscious for hours? Yes, it was.

❝ Please be careful, Señorita... ❞ The Iberian utters a soft warning.

#Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla #aegirdesired

As the ground shakes, Lyla glances back towards her medic; it seemed he was more shaken than she was. Or, perhaps, he was outwardly showing it whilst her heart pounded against her chest, the wolf's throat drying up as it seemed to get worse before it'd get any better.

Her fingers tightened around the hild of her blade, unsheathing it in one fluid motion. It was a practiced manuever on her end to get into a combat-ready stance as fast as possible.

When the monster finally surfaced, however, sweat dripped from the Wolf's brow to the ground below, her leg locking in place as she tried to shuffle backwards.

The other's voice didn't register, not for a second, as Lyla's gaze steeled itself onto her attackers form. For a moment, flashbacks of the creature tossing her aside like a ragdoll from before flooded her like a riverbank overflowing, her eye wincing in pain as she maintained her composure.

"Stay back! Don't get in my way!"

Lyla's voice cracked midway through, the saliva in her mouth trying desperately to escape the open air and travel through the rest of her body. She wanted to sound tough, intimidating even, to keep his worries at bay.

In the wolf's mind, she sounded weak.

With a twist of her ankle she'd lunge forwards, eyes scanning for some form of weakspot, her body moving on auto-pilot as she tried to remember everything at once. Dodge, attack, move out of the way; keep the weapon in your sights and the rest of the creature too. Don't get too close, don't get too far, keep it at arms length until you're ready to strike--

The first to strike, however, was the creature, sending Lyla tumbling to the side. For a moment, she couldn't decide if she was still alive or had properly died from the pounding in her head.

With a grunt she'd stand, rushing forwards once more, a desperate internal cry of rage escaping out into the air as the warrior's blade found home in it's legs, calfs and joints.

The scream it made, for a moment, had Lyla considering if it were truly human; it looked like it was in pain. As if it needed her to stop.

Doing that would spell their death and likely the deaths of many others. She had no choice but to become the Arbiter; to ensure the one died for the many.

The damage previously done was already forgotten, her eyesight clearing up as an attack was dodged, another stumbled her and then yet another impact connected, sending her tumbling towards Lumen's feet.

"Bastards... More than double my size and hitting me with me. Not really... Playing fair."

For the first time, Lumen would be able to catch a glimpse of a proper smile; for only when Lyla was fighting could she truly be more of herself. Only when fighting could she forget about her prior horrors, her experiences and fear.

She could just exist in the moment.

"Probably not, I don't doubt it won't be the most thrilling prospect for you." Vee pulls the water back for a moment, walking behind Lyla before sitting down.

Carefully she pulls them not just up, but towards Vee to lean against her properly. Almost like she's being welcomed into her lap, Vee letting her lean back against her shoulder before pouring the water.

She rests a hand on their ribs, applying a soothing effect the best as she can.

"The way I see it, I like pretty ladies, I like a good night relaxing. And you did try to kill me, like many others. I figure, a little fun between two warriors, better than laying in the dirt dead huh? Though maybe saying you're mine was the wrong word."

Once she's finished drinking, Vee moves her closer, enough for Vee to rest her chin on their shoulder. "You're stressed as hell, living the life of a slave? Whatever your master does, I bet it's unskilled and blows."

Any slave owner, a cruel master might only seek their own enjoyment. Yet Vaimiti continues to applying a healing effect to the water, numbing the pain for a bit more.

Once she's finished, she eases Lyla back down, and repositions herself before her. Grabbing their thighs she spreads the other's legs, only instead of sparking their crotch up against them. Vee instead gets down, arms wrapping around those thighs as she parks her face at her exposed entrance.

"Just relax, unless you want to lay there in pain, as long as my hands are on you, I'll numb the agony with that water. So take your mind off trying to take my head, off that master, and get spoiled a bit."

She leans in to push her lips against their sex, "I'll be taking my prize now, and as thanks for letting me enjoy it~ If you ever tire of returning to that master alive, I'll come save you."

A smug smirk from someone enjoying a defeated woman, all while she starts to use her long tongue to explore her spoils of war.

The lifting of her body was surprisingly more welcome than she'd anticipated; her form giving in far too easily into Vee's embrace, just glad to not be on the ground any longer.

Vee was... Surprisingly soft; the wolf hadn't anticipated her touch to be so gentle, despite the way she moved and attacked before. Everything about the other woman seemed to be slightly rougher, like a smooth diamond in the rough.

"Better than being in the dirt dead"; Lyla wasn't so sure. There were a few times she'd wished her body would simply give up so she wouldn't have to endure the pain anymore. To not have to worry or panic every time her door opened at night, every time he--

The panic was enough to send pain through her body once more, ribs squealing in agony as her nervous system fired off violently. Her teeth grit as head leaned back into the other, sweat forming on her brow as the warrior tried to regain her breathing.

Thinking about him and being dead right now was no good.

"Sometimes... I wish I were in the dirt. It would make me happier than being in this... place; this hell, this underworld. Whatever it's called. Death has to be better. But I can't die. She won't let me."

Fangs pushed into her lower lip as Lyla looked off to the side, desperate for some solace from her thoughts anywhere else but here. It was the first time she'd ever even brought up her past with anyone, her mind berating itself that she should have thought before she spoke.

There's a gasp of air as Lyla listens to the other and lays back down - her tail thumping lightly in distress as she misses the comfort of the other - before her eyes began to narrow at the woman now in front of her.

"He does whatever he wants. He owns us; all of us. I just take the frustrations because I refuse to let him hurt the children..."

Her master wasn't above taking his anger out on those too young to defend themselves.

"If I tried to kill him, I'd be killed myself. I'm not strong enough to defend everyone and take him down. One day... But not this--"

Lyla's words are cut short as Vee's breath grazes against her exposed nethers, face flushing crimson as she tried to fight back, however briefly. There was no fight from the other, it seemed; just pure intent.

"I've tired of him ever-- Ha! -- since I got here! N-Not like that, hnnn..."

Her head tilts back as she relaxes further into Vee's grasp, legs idly limp at her side as the wolf's tail swayed beneath her.

The idea of being saved was equally as pleasurable as the tongue slithering inside of her, Lyla's body submitting far too easily for her liking. But it was a first for her to be offered such salvation, let alone given such a treatment.

Had he ever tried to make her feel good, even once? Had she ever once been thought of as more than an outlet?

"I need to level up... I need to-- Kya! C-Careful with those... Teeth, haa-- I need to get stronger... I'm so close to another level... But I can't quite get there."

The Ægir raises a hand to his head, fingers threading through disheveled ombre tresses. It was an untenable situation—talk about being caught between a rock and a hard place. What would his Maestro do?

Lord Carmen was a highly experienced Inquisitor, but of a harsher demeanor than Jordi. He would've never accepted such an audacious attitude from a fellow pupil. Lumen grimaced subtly, avowals ringing loudly in his sensitive ears.

❝ That... isn't... ❞

An order. She wasn't the first nor the last person to bark a multitude of orders within a fleeting span of time. Fortunately, he was too mild-mannered to respond with equal intensity. But an ocean cannot be constrained for long. Water always finds a way around cracks and crevices.

❝ Perdóname. Being a distraction to you was never my intention. ❞

Oh. How silly a notion, it seems. He really shouldn't underestimate her. She was an accomplished swordswoman; a far worthier fighter in his eyes than even he—a healer wielding watery Arts. Foreign sentiments lurk beneath the surface, refusing to fully dissipate even as her cold gaze pierces through him. Her scrutiny is a subdued reminder of yesteryear.

Back when the Inquisition looked at the Ægirean Islanders with suspicion and disdain.

He looked away from her. Albeit, briefly. A diminutive sigh escapes Lumen, tapered ears twitching slightly, as indicative signs of a soft grunt emerging from the wolf-girl's lips are detected by him. Was it a groan of anguished exertion? Probably.

His mouth quickly opens and closes, a feeble sounding protest rising in the back of his throat.

❝ I-I'm not nervous...❞ The Iberian alleged, voice sounding an octave lower than usual. But who was he attempting to fool?

As the wolf steps out of the medical room, Jordi follows closely at her heels— pausing mid-stride as she spoke up. He blinked several times, noting the immediate shift in her demeanor. Unbeknownst to him, a sheepish smile adorned his own lips.

She was... cute. But still... was the Iberian the best person to ask for specific directions?

❝ No te preocupes, Señorita. I'll guide you there. ❞ To the path where Jordi Fontanarossa first encountered her.

His trusted lantern illuminates the path ahead, where monstrous looking footprints seem freshly imprinted into the soil below.

❝ This is it. The area where I found you, and where... something else apparently lurks in the shadows. ❞

#aegirdesired #Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla

It was that language again; he seemed to drop into it from time to time. It reminded her of one of many foreign langauges spoken back before she changed worlds.

Was he from another world too? Had she found someone akin to herself in what she'd considered a hellhole of a world? Someone who'd been pulled from the other side without a care as to how they felt?

"You--"

She wanted to ask him about it, to pick his brains and see if she was on the right path. But what if she wasn't? What if she'd make a fool of herself, or wose, make him think that she wasn't all there upstairs?

She'd be considered insane by even those society refused to acknowledge. The brutes and the untamed.

Instead, she'd bite her lip to silence herself; she was quietly confident, but wanted more information before she spoke up about it again. His language was all but one piece of evidence to push her towards thinking she wasn't alone.

Instead, the wolf would simply hold it closer to her chest, satiated in the knowledge there might be someone else like her, even if it was a far-fetched dream.

She needed something like him right now to keep her going. Anything to not fall into a fit of despair and cascade back into whatever she'd been before.

It gave her life, and Lyla wanted to hold onto that.

"Nevermind, it's nothing. Lead on."

Her words were abrupt, cold yet not as frozen as they were before; a subtle, small warmth seeping in through the cracks as she manages to feel something other than despair and guilt for once.

It was a nice feeling.

Stepping past him as they reached their destination, her hand moved to her sword; a slow, drawn-out process of unsheathing her blade as she glanced left and right.

It was time to get ready for a fight; one she knew couldn't end the same as last time.

"Just a little more exp, then I can level up..."

The words were muttered more to herself than anyone else, a tiny mantra of encouragement to give her hope as she stared down the riverbank.

She was close, to be sure, but not quite there yet; a few smaller monsters would get her to level 2, though it'd taken this long to get this far. There was a hope, burning in the back of her breast, that this creature would give her the necessary experience to level up.

"... Why is it so quiet? I'd have expected it to greet me the same as before, yet-- there's nothing. Do you see anything at all, Doctor?"

When Lyla finally came to, some time had passed. The water had receded entirely, they were resting in something cozy. A bed roll of sorts, a nicely made one too.

The covers were peeled back, and the size implied room for two. Like a traveling partner or something. Though their throat was dry and their body ached, the painful ribs weren't as bad as they were before.

They needed to heal for sure, but some mending was done. This apparent by the fact the other was entirely naked right now, bandages on some wounds, soothing gel on their ribs and around their neck.

"You're up good." Vee stood over her, leaning down to offer a container of fresh clean water. "Here drink, this is all I got of Signe's purified water but you need it."

Vee wasn't as naked as the other, more in a casual get up, her coat and other things off. "Don't sit up too much."

"Why? I told you I won't kill you. But that being said you are mine for the night, isn't that punishment enough? 'Sides if you're mine, and I let you die. Then I don't get any fun do I?"

The pain hit the poor wolf far sooner than she'd have liked; her body screaming at itself as her back arched, tail loosely wrapped around her torso to stop it from tearing off in sheer agony. Even with the gels and the bandages - helpful for sure - Lyla's body was still recovering from the shock if nothing else.

"T-That hurts... A lot."

With her back finally slumping as her brain processed the past few... Hours, perhaps, worth of damage, she'd slowly turn her gaze towards the voice at her side.

There was something wrong about the way she said "mine". The only person who'd ever done that was her Master, and even then it was only when he--

Was she going to do the same? Was this the fate she had to endure? There wasn't any malice in her eyes, not yet.

"... Fun? For you perhaps. I'll take no enjoyment in whatever sadism you have planned. If you're using me, get on with it; you'll get no fight back from me."

Eyes carefully studied the water; her brain said no, it could be anything; likely laced if "fun" was to be implied as she believed it to be.

But her throat, her stomach, needed something. She needed to recover so she could get back and report her failure to him. She needed something to give her the energy she needed to fight again later, should she ever get that chance.

Her mouth opened, ever so slightly, head tilting back as the slightest of a blush crept upon Lyla's features; more blood flowing properly than anything else. There was a slight adjustment as she moved to try and prop herself up on her elbows, the wolf's arms buckling on the first attempt.

"I'm not yours-- I'm already owned. There's no way to take someone else's slave just like that; not that I think you care. Pour the water for me... Please."

#aegirborne #Here I was going to try and make a fathers day “thanks daddy” joke #But it turned serious #Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla

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hello character who is desperate to be a good person; i want to play a game. in front of you is the one person you will never be able to save. you have the rest of your life to make peace with this. there are no defined repercussions if you fail, but we both know you're going to attempt to win regardless. your time starts now

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" O-Oh... umm... There you are. I..." The medic pauses for a minute, eyes scouring the wolf girl. Has she eaten yet? Lumen opens his mouth to ask, but immediately closes it again. What if his question offends her? Hesitation lingers as Jordi wordlessly gesticulates to the freshly prepared food on the table.

A couple pieces of fruit, along with some soup made from ingredients he managed to scrounge up. " Nevermind. There's food on the table if you wish to grab a bite or two. " It's not a fancy feast.

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"... Food?"

When was the last time someone tried to provide for her? To give her something to eat, to drink, to consume? The more she thought about it, the sourer her mood became.

It hadn't been in this life, that was for sure.

"I thank you. It smells... Delicious."

Far better than anything she'd managed to concoct in the past few years, that much was for sure. With a gentle touch she'd pick up a spoon, tenderly dipping it into the hot liquid.

It was beyond what she imagined, her features warming up instantly as her body took in the pleasure of such a feast.

"D-Did you... Make this? It's amazing!"

Vee's eyes follow them as they tumble across the water, struggling back to their feet as they try to hold their sword defiantly. Vee knows she's hit her hard a few times, but it's nothing she might not be able to mend should they surrender.

"You seem to have the eyes, following how I move but you're too slow, your arms can't hold the sword tight enough to push a proper parry without fear of being disarmed."

Vee glides across the water, gentle movements of her feet like she's skating across the waves and circling Lyla at the same time. "Even the kicks, a grab might suffice, but you can't hold me in place."

There it is again, someone who speaks of 'levels', perhaps this girl too is beholding to some system that restrains their growth.

"Then I have a proposition for you." She slows on the water, the entire plain they've standing is in now knee deep in the shallow water, yet Vee remains atop it. The advantage has been set and clear, unless the other can learn to wavestride like her...

"I'm going to utterly defeat you, but I won't kill you. You look lost, troubled with burdens that you'd lay your life down for. I feel a kinship with you."

Her weapon twirls in her hand, "In exchange for your life, I want you company for the night. To hear this story, in full. The morning you may decide to strike me again, or return to your master in defeat. But know.. if you take my offer, and if you need it later on."

"I will save you." She bursts off the top of the waves, such a proposition, yet the way she acts, it's as if she's already decided the other as agreed. Sliding across the water bringing her weapon hard towards Lyla with enough force to break weak steel.

Intending for her to block it, because Vee's tail is about to follow. Not to smack, but to wrap her arms up so Vee can slip in around her, and grab her in a choked before plunging back into the water with her victim.

Intent on ending this skirmish.

She was going to refuse, of course; she'd either die here or die back at home. There was no in-between; there was no saving someone like Lyla.

She was too entrenched in keeping everyone else safe that there was no time for her own safety. No time to consider her own life when others were at stake. That was just the kind of person she was, even before moving worlds.

"You ca--"

The words didn't even get to leave her lips before her sword was raised as best she could, weak arms screaming out in agony as the blow was blocked, her body entirely defenseless for Vee's next attack.

The water was cold, biting at her lungs, face and wounds with each second she was under. Nails dug into the others tail, loosing their power with each passing second. Eyes fluttered as her face turned from lightly tanned to purple.

She'd weakly smack her tail once, then give up; letting death welcome her inside once more.

She'd died once before. A second time seemed to be a blessing; letting her escape this fucked-up world she found herself in. As long as she didn't move to another, then that would be fine.

Was it unfortunate, then, when she awoke?

Weary and tired eyes blinked open as she looked up towards the darkened sky, stars glistening happily above, unaware of the turmoil the wolf faced.

"... You spared me. At least, for now."

Her words were dry, her cough coarse; yet no blood followed this time thankfully. Her chest heaved as if she hadn't taken a breath in minutes, her ribs cracking to life as they expanded with each inhale.

"Why? Why spare me when I'll die tomorrow anyway. At least here he wouldn't make me suffer first."

❝ You don't need to thank me. I'm just… doing my due diligence, Señorita. ❞

The Iberian responds, eyes downcast. What is Lumen staring at? Weather-beaten floors greet his gaze from below. Years of neglect visible as more of the woodgrain lies exposed beneath his feet, accompanied by sizeable remnants of chipped exterior paint. It was a clinic in utter disrepair.

Who in their right mind sought lifesaving treatment in a second class, and overwhelmingly understaffed facility? Ruminations meld into one another, as countless possibilities arise. As an Aegir in a realm distinct to his own, curiosity is a naturally occurring phenomenon.

Was he overwhelming her with questions galore? Guilt quietly sets in, before rustling fabric draws his immediate attention elsewhere. A blink, followed by several more as his companion's clothing begins slipping down her silhouette, leaving her partially exposed.

Jordi expected to see familiar-looking injuries hidden beneath countless bandages. And yet, it quickly dawns on him. She deserved a semblance of privacy, didn't she? To rest and recuperate. To catch her breath and dress without worry. The Inquisitor soon pivots on his heel, back facing the wolf-girl.

With nary a word uttered, he walks towards the threshold with a pensive expression marring his visage. Why? One specific question lingers in the back of his mind. Why is he volunteering to assist her? It's dangerous out there.

He could lose his life. But so can she.

Lumen half smiles, albeit bitterly. He isn't doing it for heroics. He isn't interested in pointless fanfare, nor recognition from his colleagues. So, what does he truly yearn for?

An opportunity.

To redeem himself. To prove that he is useful and not a burden on others.

Pensiveness turns into a visible grimace.

Too little, too late. There's no turning back now, is there?

❝ Eh? ❞ Wait a minute!! Did he hear her statement correctly? She was amenable to taking him along for the ride. Her response leaves the Iberian flabbergasted, but her request was reasonable enough. A healer like him on the frontlines?

Certainly not a wise choice.

His true healing potential unlocks at a distance, and when ailment statuses are present.

❝ Stay in the back lines, hmm? That's doable. ❞ Lumen readily agrees, but he can't help it. The smallest twinge of dissatisfaction blooms within him. A subtle sigh escaping him, as oppressive sentiments are pushed aside. For now, at least.

❝ Do you need a hand? ❞ Pointed ears twitch, ringing with her obvious struggles to regain her footing. As a medic, he could advise her to rest awhile longer. A useless suggestion his patient would undoubtedly ignore, anyway. He spun around, head poking through the threshold.

Jordi's luminous gaze lands on the wolf-girl, lips pursed with uncertainty.

❝ You won't like this suggest, but I plead my case. Do you want to climb onto my back? The less energy you expend on walking, the better off you'll be, Señorita. I-I hope this doesn't cause a misunderstanding between us... ❞

A soft utterance escaped him as he reappears in front of his companion, lantern and satchel held betwixt his digits. He doesn't want her thinking the wrong thing, but instincts are such a powerful thing.

#aegirdesired #Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla

Due diligence; that existed here for someone like her?

There was a light chuckle as the words reached her ears, yet they didn't really sink in; she'd never been afforded such a luxury in the past. Nobody had really cared about her like that.

"It's not doable, it's an order. If you move even an inch towards me, it'll distract me. Distraction causes death. You don't want that on your shoulders, do you?"

Her eyes glance towards the medic as a cold stare at his suggestion of her riding his back; even as a human she'd never been so humiliated.

Not that he meant it that way; his own eyes showed her that much, not that she felt she could back down. Lyla had grown some sort of twisted pride in herself since arriving in this world, a pride that she'd lacked before. Was it because she had people that depended on her now?

Or was it because she got to experience something she'd never have dreamt of before? Was it because it was new and hers that she got so excited thinking about it?

With a hand resting atop her breast for a moment to still her thumping heart, she'd shake her head; cheeks flushing gently at the idea of resting atop his back. He could carry her, for sure; if he hadn't already to get her here.

"I feel that you've carried me enough already; your arms need to be strong enough to hold me together at the end."

There's a gentle grunt carried out of her mouth as Lyla bends down, fingers clutching at her swords scabbard before slinging it onto her back. A light stretch here, a small bend there; she was good to go.

As good as she was going to feel, anyway.

There was no waiting for him to respond as the wolf walked past the medic, eyes looking at him before shifting forwards, her body hanging in the doorframe for a moment before stepping out of the enclosed room.

"Shall we? The longer we wait, the more apprehensive you'll become, I feel. Or perhaps I'll be the one to get cold feet and enjoy a rest for a moment."

She'd give a lighthearted chuckle at her own expense, not wanting to truly acknowledge her lack of a resting period. It was sleep at night, wake up at dawn, then back at it again.

Lyla couldn't remember the last time she got to sleep in. Perhaps this was the first time.

"I'll, um..."

Her hands shift nervously at her side, eyes glancing to the wall to avoid any eye contact.

"Need you to lead the way. I... Don't know where I'm going."

"That's good! You shouldn't be here if you weren't playing your life down. But they don't expect you to live." Vee wonders how much actually is getting through to this woman, how the only reason she is here is because they do not expect her to win.

They wouldn't allow it, and they have no use for her if she does. If somehow this wolf were to bring word of a victory back to her master, she would be dead on the spot and the title claimed by those unworthy.

Though Lyla's fast, there's a keen sense of forced movement about her, it's not natural. It's someone telling themselves repeated what they have to do, rather than just doing it.

It's moments that cause the slightest delay in strikes or response that Vee seems to slip through, she weaves and glides her blade across Lyla's to inch closer.

"But you're lying!" Now that the first strikes have been made, Vee doesn't back down. She presses the attack, she meets strikes with strikes, she forces blows to glance wide putting pressure down on the other to react.

If what they said is true, then Vee has all the more reason not to lose. Defeat is what they expect, thus a victory without death is Vee's goal.

"Your only path, how can you know when you've buried your head in the sand?" A heavy swing, it's easy to dodge under, but what isn't is the tail following right after. Unlike Lyla's which is all fluff, Vee's is all weight and meat.

And it crushes into them to send a wolf tumbling, splashes of water following as the lake's shore seems to be getting closer and closer to them. Vee twirling that weapon overhead and laying it forward towards Lyla.

"What would you have done had my allies been here? Water rushes forward from Vee's direction, the reptile like woman pushes off the waves as if she's skating, sliding in towards Lyla at blistering speeds. The water itself, though shallow hampers those who can't skate atop it, but Vee doesn't strike with a sword.

It's a swing to be parried no doubt, but a foot to the ribs after that follows. Another launch for Lyla across the water.

Did he ever expect Lyla to return victorious? Did he ever expect to see her return with sword and trophy in hand each time, blood splattered and sprayed across her form like a badly-drawn piece of art?

Each strike was stronger than the last, but took more of her brain to coordinate; she'd never faced someone like this before. Each time the other weaved or struck back, Lyla's mind raced to find another path and opening; some came quicker than others.

She did indeed duck underneath the swing, the wolf's mind telling her that this was a faint; yet she fell for it, as many others likely had.

The cough following her recovery was rough and full of saliva, but no blood, not yet; that was coming though if Lyla took another hit like that. Then she'd be suffering from more than a few bruises and maybe a fractured rib.

"I would have..."

She wanted to find the right words to counter the other, but the slaves brain was so focused on survival that they couldn't come out; any further utterance a mixture of gibberish and pain.

Another parry, though this time she expected the incoming attack, her arms brought low to absorb some of the impact. As she tumbled, there were thoughts of retreat; but Vee was right. If she did retreat, then he'd kill her off. If she died here, at least it was in combat, trying to win.

"Then I'd have... Fought all of you... Until I win..."

It was a weak line, for certain; she didn't even fully believe it herself. But it was that or admit she were outclassed and simply lie down to accept death; which was another fate she couldn't roll the dice on.

Her movement is weak as she stands, but stands she does, wheezing; even with guarding as hard as she had, there was enough power to at least break something else in her body. Be it a rib or a bone in her arm, she didn't have time to concentrate on the finer details.

Right now, all she could concentrate on was raising her sword, panting and puffing trying to simply stay awake. She just needed one good hit in, just one, and she'd have victory. It was creating that opening that seemed to be so difficult; there was just too much of a gap in power and knowledge between the pair of them.

"You say I've buried my head in the sand; maybe I have. But I don't... Have the strength yet to do otherwise. If I could just level up, just once, then maybe..."

There's a spit of blood this time, fingers turning white as she clutched her sword for dear life. No matter what, this was better than whatever he would do to her.

This was a better punishment for failure.

Playfully she uses the long handle to twirl the blade so effortlessly in her hand, spinning it at varying speeds. If she held it near the hilt it wasn't too much longer than a straight sword, though that extra handle implied some additional reach and some more force could be applied when needed.

The way she moves it gives the hint that she's very familiar with this style of weapon, surprising for a messenger. Or perhaps the weapon is so perfectly crafted for her, like some smith had dedicated a chunk of her time trying to mold the weapon to the user.

Her hand catches the handle as Lyla speaks, swiping it to the side again, the water of the lake moves with the swing. Like the force behind the swing was enough to shift the waves a little, or perhaps it's an affinity with water that she displayed.

"There's a good listener and then there's someone too afraid to speak up." Her sharp eyes lay themselves on Lyla, her head raises a little, wondering if perhaps this assassin as gotten cold feet.

They seem to have motivation, but something seems shaky in their will. "I didn't mean before any fight, I just won't shut up. And you best not lower your blade. You've come to kill me? If you falter now, those children aren't going to have a good time right?"

It doesn't matter what she says, Vee knows no one would expect a slave to beat her, the mantle falling into a slave's hands is pointless. She's here to test her maybe, wear her down? Or the vanguard for someone worse.

Vee lowers her head, her hair sinks forward as she takes the handle with both hands. Her tail rises above her head, like a beast prepared to strike.

"What makes you think I'm not a monster?" A grin, sharp teeth on full display, "I ain't no demi-human that's for sure. But if you want to know why?"

"It's because they want us both to die. So come on, let's talk. With our bodies, our blades, and words. Don't run away now." The more she taunts, the more it feels like maybe Vee's trying to get the other to commit before they make a mistake.

Like she's encouraging them to do their job, unless someone watching reports them for not doing so. If what they say is true, about children being in danger.

She wanted to move forwards; she wanted to strike, to lunge, to end this in an instant. Whilst the other was speaking and her guard lowered.

But she couldn't.

Lyla remained frozen in place, watching the other grin; watching her speak. Her words seemed to float over as if they were carried atop a cloud, softly spoken yet full of...

Malice? No, that wasn't it. She was goading her into attacking; into starting this fight.

It's as the head of the other drops that she moves forwards, foot kicking out to the side to thrust the wolf's entire form at her opponent.

Her eyes slant into a squint as the sword is brought down by her side, swinging up into an uppercut; to most creatures it'd be blisteringly fast, able to cleave her opponent cleanly in half.

She suspected, however, from how non-chalantly that Vaimiti had twirled her weapon and seemingly lowered her guard, that Lyla wasn't in for an easy fight.

"I can't die, not here. I don't even know if she'd let me."

She? It were a cryptic turn of words, given her master was male; Lyla's mind ever-so-briefly flashed back to the Goddess that had saved her, if putting the wolf into such cruelty in this world could be considered saving her.

If anything, the slave knew she had no choice but to save herself.

Was that the test? Was that what the other had envisioned for her when fate struck her down once, only to bring her into a world filled with pain and misery?

"Nor am I allowed to run away. My only path..."

A quick slide backwards allowed her to bring the sword around horizontally, her tail dropping down to allow the blade free access around her waist.

She knew it wouldn't connect; there was no way that Lyla was walking away from this fight. If the other showed her mercy, perhaps, but Vaimiti had made it painfully clear there were a few tricks up her sleeve.

"... Is to keep moving forward, regardless of how much it hurts me. Because it's all I've got to myself."

A small amount of self reflection, mixed with passionate determination to not fall her. To not be allowed to fall here.

There's another few strikes, but Lyla isn't a fool; she knows they're not connecting. Not dealing any damage to the other, not even to their attire. If she couldn't land a single blow to the other, that'd do more to her pride than any strike could.

"I can't allow you to leave here alive. There's too much on the line."

He scrutinized the injured wolf-girl in stark silence. There it was. Those dulled eyes of hers, once devoid entirely of life, seem to slowly regain their spark. It was a languid transition, but progress is progress, nonetheless.

Concern still lingers within. Persisting like a suffocating, blackened shroud overhead. She speaks in rhythm and rhyme, greatly confusing him. What does she mean by those words? That she shouldn't be here, getting medical treatment for her plethora of injuries.

❝ I...❞

... Is your life in danger?

Questions arise. Yet... silence reigns supreme. Jordi's breathing hitches painfully in the back of his throat, wisps of uncertainty blooming and spreading throughout his body. Something is seriously wrong here. But what? Did he bite off more than he could possibly chew? Seems like it.

Alarms bell ring, red flags rise. A wiser person would have chosen the path of self-preservation first. He subconsciously chooses to throw it all away.

Thoughts preoccupy him. The Aegir isn't paying enough attention, until a soft voice interrupts him mid-thought. ❝ Hmm? O-Oh.... Perdóname, Senorita!❞ A hasty apology escapes him, uttered in a foreign language. Oops. He over did it with the healing, didn't he?

Her blue hospital gown is thoroughly soaked, allowing the flimsy fabric to cling against her silhouette; breasts outlined. The Iberian immediately pivots on his heel, facing away from her, as pointed ears burning roseate at the tips. Talk about embarrassing.

❝ Y-Yes, I'll get you a towel right now. And some... dry clothing. ❞ Gloved hand covering his eyes, Lumen retreats momentarily into the adjacent room. Rustling sounds permeating paper-thin walls, before he reappears. Jordi maintained his gaze elsewhere, leaving the requested towel and aforementioned clothing within easy reach.

❝ I-I understand, but in your current condition? Can you truly fight it without getting re-injured, or outright killed? ❞

The low groan does it. Embarrassment gave way to a hardened resolve, as he spun around to face his patient, eye-to-eye. A hand gently comes to rest over her blade, careful to avoid cutting himself on it.

❝ Let me help you. I-I'm not a fighter as you can see, but... these healing abilities of mine can aid from quite a distance. Those children are going to need you, regardless.❞ Was it a wise move? To offer aid and expose those precious abilities of his? The Aegir, after all, were relentlessly persecuted and killed off, leaving few survivors. He was lucky to be among those to survive and escape.

❝ I found you on the south-side, near the river's edge. There was a trodden path with signs of a recent struggle. Is that where you want to go? ❞

#Forgotten Wolf 𓆩♡𓆪 Lyla #aegirdesired

The towel was higher on Lyla's appreciation list than dry clothes; at least she wouldn't catch a cold from being nude. Not that she particularly wanted him to see her naked, but it beat the alternative.

Besides, plenty of guys had seen her naked. When she was getting sold, for example; the mere idea of slaves having privacy such as clothing was foreign to the men and women looking to buy a human pet.

Although the questions seemingly suffocated the life out of the wolf; answers and responses flushing through her mind as she tried to figure out a way to explain her situation to him without him trying to change anything.

It wasn't just her life at risk, it was the other children in her Master's care. There was a subtle bite at her lip as the slave took in a sharp breath, eyes unable to look at the Doctor.

"I'm... My life isn't. However, there's others associated with me that are if I don't return and fulfil my duty."

Lyla's eyes turned further downcast, teeth biting at her lip as her breathing quickened for a moment. It wasn't just herself at risk, and she wanted him to understand that.

But not many did. They'd try to persuade her to give it up, or that they could save them all; but then her master would take his anger out on someone else.

And if it wasn't him, it'd be someone else. The cycle would never stop, not unless she changed something from within to without. But for that, she'd need the power to do so in one fell swoop.

Lyla knew she was a long way away from such a feat, even if she refused to admit it.

There was a small sigh of relief as he left the room, even if just for a moment to get her a change of clothing; it gave the wolf a moment of respite.

"Thank you for the clothing."

Her reply was short yet courteous, fingers reaching forwards to grab at the towel and clothing; her current clothing slipping down her frame to expose more skin towards the other.

It slipped down her arm yet hugged her chest, ruffling up her midrif to stick to her skin. Without missing a beat, Lyla would reach up to remove the rest of the clothing from her form, the towel drying her off in slow, methodical strokes before the new gown was applied.

It didn't take long, but if he turned around, he'd be able to see her ample chest covering most of her torso, multiple scars and markings coating her body like an ill-fitting coat.

As he began to speak about assisting her, Lyla went to open her mouth in protest, the words forming upon her tongue; yet never leaving as he continued to speak about healing her from a distance.

A healer and a tank, huh? No matter the damage she took, she'd have to trust him that he could handle it.

It was another person on the battlefield; another life under her command, one she couldn't just carelessly take for granted. If he got hurt, there'd be others he couldn't look after; likewise, if anything happened to her, it'd take his attention away from the people that needed his aid far more.

There was a sigh from her lips, fingers moving to comb her hair back down her neck. It wasn't a decision she could make lightly, though it also wasn't one that she could hesitate on either.

"You need to stay in the back lines."

Despite her better judgement, Lyla had decided that he was worth taking along; providing that he stayed back and didn't interfere. That he didn't try any heroics and listened to what she had to say.

"Yes, that's where we'll head back to. From there, we can hunt down our prey and remove it from existence."

She sounded tough, stronger than she actually was; getting out of such a difficult fight alone would prove impressive, let alone keeping him alive as well.

Her fears manifested in sweat and anxiety, her body betraying her momentarily as the slave tried to move from the bed and found her legs unable to obey her commands.

Another grunt, and her legs swung out, still aching from the treatment she'd recieved. There was truly no rest for the wicked, no matter how much she wanted to lounge around.

Had she been afforded any rest since arriving in this god-forsaken world?

With Neche staying over at Pardo's and Signe off to tend to the flowers at home, making sure the shop is running in order and keeping tabs of what's changed nearby. It leaves Vee for the first time in quite some time.

Alone.

Well she's not entirely foreign to being alone, they're always on the move and unless they need to all be together to do something, there's stuff to do elsewhere. Neche works best at her forge, and Signe doesn't need to sleep outside every day of her life. Not when she has a business to take care of.

Vee? Well she's a messenger, that means she's always on the move, her and her flying squirrel Frites. Though that plucky boy is off down the path scavenging for large walnuts.

Suffice to say the serenity of the lake is short lived, just seeing if the water was clean enough to refill on containers, maybe wash up after. She wouldn't have the chance though, tail dipping into the cool water before rising to her lips, quite the agile prehensile tail for one that looked more.. like a crocodile's.

The sound of someone's voice, and the glimmering of a blade sparks Vee to turn. Her tail whips the excess water off, unlatching something folded on her back.

With a flick of her wrist, she points the weapon down and the weapon unfolds. It's got a larger than usual handle for what seems like a sword, with a slight curve and some thickness. It's almost like a compact glaive.

"Strange.." Someone's come to challenge her? Do they want the mantle? Is it another attempted strike? They have no last name, and their demeanor and choice of words is a curious thing.

Vee's been around the block, she can spot someone who is, for lack of better words, not with their freedoms at this moment. Is she a slave? Or simply blackmailed? What organization would hire someone like this to attain the mantle off her, it'd be suicide to give it to someone low born like that.

They'd never get their political power out of it, that's why they hated that Vee had it.

If she's right, they sent this girl here to lose. Tiring her out? Cruel. "Lyla was it?"

Vee spins that handle in her hand, taking up a rather aggressive stance with the blade hanging low off to the her side. "I'd say I don't want to fight, or that I'd love to chat more. Seems you can't can you?"

"Fine. Vaimiti Viriamu. Since you wanted but. I do apologize." Her serious look shifted, a more playful grin taking her lips.

"I like to talk a lot so hope you're a good listener. Come on then, you got orders don't ya? I got no mail to deliver, and I don't feel like losing today. So.. I ain't moving a muscle till you do."