Fanfiction from my own dnd slow romance? With and npc? Couldn’t be me 🥰
Triggers- blood, corpses, blades, the wild hunt
Legs sore, equine sides caked with sweat under her blankets and saddlebags, Hestelle peered out of their hiding spot at their saviour. They hadn’t anticipated getting hunted by The Wild Hunt this morning; the thick fog dampening the parties senses and easing them into a false sense of security.
How frightened she had been for her friends, hoisting Lucia onto her back and taking off after the carriage the second her eyes had drifted over that horned helmet. Her hooves had eaten up the road behind the carriage with a thunder and spray of stones, one arm making sure Lucia was secure in her grip before even attempting to get her to safety. No man left behind- even going so far as to make sure Butter the corgi was safe once they found these ruins.
For some reason the Hunt didn’t follow them into the decrepit castle, halting their foul hounds and steeds at the abandoned carriage and destroying it with glee and many a guttural growl. They hadn’t registered the sounds of clanging metal at first- nay, Hestelles sides were still heaving from the exertion of carrying her friend and keeping up with the speeding carriage.
And yet still her curiosity pushed her even now to peek out of the castle and creep to where the sounds were now silenced, her friends too tired from their ordeal to follow. Foxglove had already been and told them of what she had seen, and the others were reluctant to even risk the thought of someone who had taken on a faction of the wild hunt finding them and possibly sending them to the same fate. That didn’t sit right with Hestelle, the thought of not even offering the chance of thanks or gratitude felt like oil down her spine, even more so with the thought of a defenceless woman and child were here in which this black knight had unknowingly saved.
Her hooves tread lightly on the grass, picking her way around rubble and vines she came to the gap in the wall they’d crept through to get to safety before taking a deep breath. First she just held an eye out to see around the corner, eyes alighting on the corpses of men and steed bleeding into the dirt, blood pooling before soaking in. Then her gaze trailed upwards towards a black armoured boot before her courage disappeared and she pulled back behind the wall. There was a moment of hesitation, of thinking if it was the right thing to do or would she be putting her friends lives in danger?
Chewing her lip, Hestelle rolled her shoulders before fully coming out of her hiding spot, hoofs purposely stomped louder to alert the knight of her presence before she even said a word. Eyes carefully to the ground she saw his boots once again, they’d now half turned in her direction, before she let them rise to look at the knight properly.
Black armour that seemed to blend in with the shadows, there was not a sheen to this metal that she could see; it almost had a black hole texture to it, sucking the light out the space it occupied easily. Spiked and menacing over every inch of his body, even down to his singular blazing blue eye- it almost glowed with an inner radiance that screamed fae to Hestelle. Her breath was stolen for a long moment as she stared at him before she found her tongue and courage.
To hell with it- if he killed her at least she was brave enough to thank him.
“Um, thank you for stopping them, I didn’t think i was going to make it” she spoke softly, voice trembling lightly from this mans intimidating gaze. She was careful to not mention anyone else, just in case he was indeed bloodthirsty and coming for her next.
The knight stopped cleaning his blade to look at her, almost seeming surprised to see someone who was not the hunt looking back at him- despite the fact she couldn’t see a single expression on his masked face. Giving the sharp blade one last wipe before sheathing it; she was surprised to hear a gravelly voice respond to her in kind.
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