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ForeverMischievous

ForeverMischievous

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"So.. We finally caught him? Well, it's about time.. The Prince is growing tired of hiding in a cellar..." Growled the deep, distorted voice, of the lead Investigator, for the Kings Royal Guard. A scruffy, large man, build to withstain heavy injury, and live to fight another day. The mere gaze upon this man, caused most men to crumble, and their legs to grow weak with fear. The title 'Investigator', only meant he was in the lead of investigations. He never got his hands dirty during investigations, but had others do the work for him. His training, was through many years of service, as a mere soldier. And now, he'd made it as close to the top, as humanly possible. Even the ranks of general, was bellow that of his. He could even command the Prince, Princess and Queen to do as he wanted, should the right circumstantial arise. Exactly as it had been, for quite a while now. The Prince and Princess' lives had been threatened, and several assassinations had already been attempted. This had forced a heavy code to fall, and the lead Investigator had sent them to a safe hiding, under too heavy a guard, for any assassin.

Most of these orders, had been disgussed, in this very room. Letting the ears of those unknowing hear this. And at this day, see. The silk sheet had crawled down, letting a caged creature gaze out into the room. And should it do so at this moment, it's eyes would meet that of the investigators, and he sneered.
"Someone close that curtain, I can't understand, what the Prince sees in that... Thing. It's beauty is pois..." The investigator was interrupted, as the doors opened, on the other end of the room. The investigator held up a hand, stopping the former action, the Guard about to pull down the sheet, stopped in his tracks. The Guards dragged in a tall man, wearing ripped clothing. Simple brown pants, brown shirt and a cloak, that covered his face from his surroundings.
"Ah.. And there he is.. The man of the hour. Or.. Should I say, the IDIOT! Of the hour..." The Investigator roared, as he stepped closer to the man brought to his attention. The man was forced to his knees by firm hands, and a kick to his hip, causing him to growl in disagreement.
"You threaten our Prince..." The man growled, as he punched the prisoners chest, with a firm right hand fist. The attacked only barely moved to the punch's power, but remained silent, gazing downwards.
"Our beautiful Princess!" He continued, punching his chest once again.
"And our lovely Queen... You must truly be an idiot, to even show your face anywhere in this kingdom, after the first failed attempts.." The gruffy man growled, as he now punched the prisoners head, causing the attacked man to stagger to the side.
The investigator then crouched down in front of the prisoner, tilting his head as he sneered.
"Let us have a look, at this fools face.." He whispered, as he slowly lifted the cloak. A man then gazed back at him, with a face of royalty. Only a scar on his left cheek, broke the beauty of the man. Long brown hair reached his shoulders, and brown eyes now gazed back into the Investigators own, showing no signs of fear, as the usual reaction was to the hideous man. The Investigator was surprised to see this kind of face, hidden away behind a cloak and hood, but didn't show it in his gaze.
"What made you as foolish, as to believe, you had a chance to kill the royal family, in my kingdom, pretty f..." He was interrupted by the light song, of the prisoners voice, as a narrow of his eyes, showed signs of intent.

"What makes you so foolish to think, those pampered kids, where the target?" The light voice sneered, before the prisoners face was hurled towards that of the Investigators, landing square on the mans nose. The Investigator groaned in pain as he leaned back. The prisoner then quickly turned on the ground, sending one leg in a circle around him, knocking both guards, and the investigator to the ground with gasping surprise. The man then quickly got to his feet, and with a quick leap, and a raise of his legs, got his bound hands to his front. Three more Guards rushed to attack the prisoner, one hurling his sword at him. The Prisoner moved his hands to meet the sword, the sword cutting his binds, whilst merely causing a gentle scratch to his wrist, not even enough to cause a bleeding. The prisoner then proceeded to spin in a circle, kicking this Guard to the ground, leading out a hand to grab at the next's arm, only following with one quick punch, breaking the mans arm, then snatching the attackers sword with a growl. The sword was swung, quickly dealing lethal blows to the formerly attacked Guards neck, and that of the third, bringing down the reinforcements. The Investigator drew his sword, hurling it blindly at the prisoner, easily avoiding the swing, following it up with an attack of his own stabbing the larger man's thigh, sending him painfully to the ground. With desisive blows, he broke each of the formerly dropped solders legs, leaving them groaning on the ground.

The prisoner sighed, throwing away the sword he'd stolen, as he walked over to the Investigator, who blindly hurled his sword at the attacker.
"Wh.. What good.. Does my death bring you!?" The Investigator growled, before the prisoner stopped the man's attackes with a simple kick to the mans wrist, catching the flying sword with a free hand.
"Personal satisfaction. Whilst earning me a fair bit of gold, Burlock." The prisoner said, plainly, as he lead the sword to his right arm, cutting himself just lightly, causing a bleed. He then threw the sword away, leading his fingers to the wound, groaning as he pulled out a small piece of cloth, seeming wrapped around something, resembling a small dart.
"Remember the Battle at Heindahl?" The man asked, unfolding the cloth, finding a dart inside, with what seemed like a glass vial in the middle.
"Well, Aberahn brings his greetings." He added, before quickly stabbing the dart into the Investigators' neck, before he could even stop it, or complaint. And then, a painful gurgling began, the man dropping to the ground, as the prisoner stood up with a deep stare at him.
"And he ordered a death slow. Cold. And painful." The prisoner ended, before starting to gaze around the room, at the many valuables, before grunting lightly, and shaking his head a single time.
"That would be a bad move, mate." He mumbled at himself, before gazing to one of the Guards, in agony. He knelt down over the Guard, grabbing the mans chest armor by his neck, and pulled him close.
"Tell the Prince, that my business here is done.. If he proceeds to follow me, he won't find me. He'll go on a fools errand. I let him keep his precious things, and in return, I don't expect him to follow." He demanded, before pushing the Guard to the ground, and heading towards the door out.

But on his way, a tickle pricked the back of his neck, causing him to slowly gaze backwards, towards the cage in the other end of the room. He narrowed his eyes, as his head tilted, curiosity killing him.
"Come oon... Curiosity killed the cat.. Stop yours... Oh what the heck." He interrupted himself, as he turned to walk towards the cage, gazing around as he crouched his back.
As he reached the cage, he gazed inside, his eyes widening at what they thought they saw. He then quickly pulled the sheet from the cage, in awe at what he thought he'd found.
 
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The creature in the cage cared little for the humans that where around it. the gaurds treated her kindly, but the Queen was a jealous bint who struck her as often as possible. and the Prince seamed to think the Feline was only there for... personal satisfaction. it was only after she had bitten him in some very painful places that he finally left the cat alone. the creature itself was very rare, and very reclusive. there where less than a hundred of her kind left, scattered over thousands of miles in the tallest mountains. the creature licked it's long, delicate fingers, ignoring the voices around her, hissing in annoyance as the sheet shifted. she was trying to take a bath and rest after a day of being poked, prodded, and messed about with! why couldn't those stupid fur-less creatures go somewhere else?! she did look out though, her crystal clear eyes of blue meeting his, as careless and emotionless as any feral cat that one might find crawling around in a barnyard or steeling a fish at the market. she knew he hated her, he feared her, for he knew she was more than just a common rarity... he could see the magic, and the power inside of her.

she had only been in the Prince's possession for a month, and had been in the cage for three weeks, for biting the prince when he tried to rape her. for attacking the queen when she struck her. for scratching the princess when she tried to put her into a scratchy dress. she was a Feline! not a sex toy, a beating pole, or a Doll! the creature would not stand for such things, especially when, barley a month ago, she had been wild, feral, living high in the mountains, happily alone and hunting bear and goat for her dinners. she growled a little, hating that she couldn't escape this stupid cage, which was barley large enough for her to stretch out in. she certainly couldn't stand up. how she hated this place, and these people, who treated her like a common stupid cat, like she couldn't speak, or think, or feel. the collar, bejeweled, heavy, cold, and annoying, was laced with a strong magic that controlled her to an extent. with it on, she could not speak the human language, which the prince had found disturbing. with it on, she couldn't use her own internal magic, with it on, all she could do was snap, and snarl, and mew like some stupid kitten. the king was pleased, the creature, was not.

she watched with an almost curious air as the attack went down, the guard beating on a littler man, they had forgotten to cover her the rest of the way, which amused her. she huffed, annoyed with the noises, and curled up for a nap, her ears flicking as she heard the shouts of pain and death, and the warnings, and she could only feel satisfaction in knowing that the head guard was dead. she looked up as the sheet fell the rest of the way, and she sat up, blinking at him with her crystal blue eyes, her head tilted a little as she examined him before she motioned him with a finger, and pointed to the lock on her cage, and then the lock on her collar. the message was clear enough. 'let me go'
 
His eyes hadn't eluded him. He had cast his eyes upon a creature, in few forms alike humans, in far more ressembling a cat. A creature, he had no name for. That was a rarity, during his long life. Of an old temple of humans, he had been 'blessed' with eternal life, by resigning all lust for power. All lust for the abilities, magic offered. And by ranking himself, what most called a 'Monk'. But their true name, was the Hellige. Near none knew what it stood for, and those who did preferred it that way. Their Temple, and through that the entire of their race, had been destroyed. No one even knew, that one was still left. That Archibald Sven Kjaerson, was one of these, now gazing upon another ancient creature.

The man's eyes narrowed, as his head tilted, at the notions she made. He wasn't foolish. He did not yet know this creature. How could he ever trust it? How could he trust, that it would not just slit his throat, once released. So he didn't answer the plea given. Not just yet.
"I have seen.. Dragons.. Phoenixes. Giants. Even Hydras. But never have I seen something, as beautiful and pure, as you." He spoke in a low voice, as he knelt before the cage, gently letting his fingers touch the bars of the cage, stroking downwards. He showed no signs of fear, nor did he feel it. He was not afraid, for he knew not what to be afraid of. He knew nothing of this creature, but his first assumption would be desperation. That the creature was desperate to be released. To be unchained. So he believed his chances great, as long as she remained caged. She wouldn't be foolish enough, to attack a hope of escape.
"Caging.. Something this.. Pristine.. Should be a crime, punishable, by death." He continued mumbling to himself, as his head tilted the other way, the deep eyes gazing towards the creatures own. Only once had they strayed down her body, to cast a glance at her beauty, before they had realized her predicament. Her nakedness. And out of respect, his eyes remained against hers. And strangely. He found himself more captivated by these, then he'd been of her body, and any others for that mater.
He pondered, his eyes calming as he did, stretching his neck, as he gazed towards the door, leading out. He should've just run now. He should have left. It wasn't safe anymore, the guards where sure to have shouted loud enough, for others to have been alerted.
His gaze then returned to the creature, as his fingers grasped the bars.
"I could set you free. And so I should. But I am certain, you are a creature of nature. Of instincts. Perhaps even Feral? Demanding the respect you deserve, you might decide to destroy me, as soon as you've been released?" His words imaged the respect he carried, for the creature before him. As an equal, or even a better, he granted her the respect of unknowing, and that of strength. He was certain, there was more to this creature, then this beautiful and charming exterior. He then proceeded, to slowly move his hand inside the cage, with it's palm upwards. He wasn't hesitant. He wasn't fearful. He now granted her the respect, of believing her capable of decent thoughts. That he didn't truly think her Feral. Mindless. That he believed, something better then a mere creature of beauty, was behind the fur.
"Will you strike me down.. As soon as your given the chance?" He then questioned, with the same light, and gentle voice as before, intent clear in his eyes. He could make no promise, to make her sure he'd keep her promise. But he could offer a hand. A hand, that she could easily take, should she not trust him. A sacrifice. To show, both respect for intelligence, and to show the ability to trust her, as she would have to do him.
 
really, there was no name for her people, they where well hidden, and very secretive. she was the first to have ever been captured alive. her race was as ancient as the Dragons, and just as powerful. that she had been captured at all... well, the prince would be suffering soon, even if she wasn't there, he would suffer a great many misfortunes for the way he had treated the ancient Creature. she watched his eyes narrow, and for a moment, she actually looked amused, and impressed. clearly, this human was smarter than others, he knew what she was capable of, even without knowing what she was, he knew, even without magic, or the packed bulgy muscles that men had, she could easily slaughter him if she desired. she was one of the oldest creatures, and one of the purist, and somehow, he knew this. she didn't care about her own nudity, she'd always been nude, so long as he didn't touch her, she didn't care how much he looked at her.

when his head turned to the door, her hand reached through the bars and set her warm, ever so soft hand on his cheek, turning his head back to her, demanding his attention, and proving that she could be soft, even gentle if only she was treated with the respect she deserved. her kind had been worshiped as gods! they where not toys for rich, spoiled men. she hesitated when he set his hand in the cage, recoiling away from his touch, as if expecting him to grab, or poke, or grip, or do something equally unpleasant or painful. she blinked at him as he spoke, he wasn't afraid of her, or angry, or hateful... he looked at her as if he knew she could understand, knew she could speak, and think and feel, and tears gathered in her eyes and she leaned down, pressing her face into his hand, nuzzling him as she shook her head, promising him that she would not strike him down if he released her, nuzzling his warm hand with fir so soft it was like touching the clouds. fur so thick, it was no wonder she didn't need clothes. in fact, the castle she was in, was probobly even too hot for someone with such thick fur.

she blinked at him with watering eyes, the look in those crystal orbs saying everything about how appreciative she was that he was treating her like she was a person. like she wasn't just a plaything. she was so thankful that just one naked two legger knew that she was more than she seamed, better than the creatures around her, that she couldn't stop the tears. she pressed against the bars, wanting just one touch, one gentle stroke to assure her that not all men where bad, or brutish. she opened her mouth, trying to speak, trying to plead with him, but all that came out was a strangled sound, as if she was being choked. she didn't look in pain, but it was clear that she was being restrained in some way, her crystal eyes begging him to save her from these stupid people, who couldn't even get her food right.
 
His words, had clearly affected her. She even seemed a bit too proud of the fact, that he praised her as a greater creature. Even the more, he let it show that he wasn't afraid of her. For all her strength, he wouldn't fear it. He, as she, wouldn't become oppressed to the stronger, or to the more fortunate. Not that he thought, she would abuse these powers. He saw decency in most, before acting on the opposites. And in this creature, he saw so much more then decency.
And again, as her hand touched his cheek, and lead his gaze back to hers, he showed no traces of fear, or disbelief. Only kept his eyes to her, and did as he'd been requested, as if a mute had requested something of him. He'd gotten the idea, that she wasn't able to speak. Or hindered of doing so, by the collar on her neck.

And then, all assumptions of poshness from the creature, where pushed aside, as he saw the tears well in her eyes. The thankfulness in her gaze, at his offer of trust and help. She wasn't afraid to show how she felt. She was as decent and vulnerable as him. No over spoiled brat, only looking to see him kneel at her feet. Then, as her cheek met her hand, a gentle smile stroked his lips, as he tilted his head. The feel of his hand, would first be cooling, but soon warm and soft. Was she still able to feel her own power, even past the collar, she'd feel her powers dimmed, at his touch. Not entirely removed, considering her immense power, but she'd feel the touch of a Hellige. The touch of dispelling. It negated all powers, of the gods. All magics, almost no mater how powerful. There was only a few creatures, he'd never negated their entire ability to cast spells, and among them an ancient dragon, and now her. Some of her powers remained, but she'd feel the others dimmed. The warmth of his touch, tried to dim the shock of the dispelling, and so did his gentle eyes, as he realized her power.

"You are, indeed as I suspected, very powerful. Do not be alarmed by my touch, and it's effect. It's a power, I would never abuse. Especially not on someone as fair, and pure as yourself." He said with a silent voice. Then, as she moved closer to the bars, and gave her choked attempt to speak, he frowned lightly, realizing he'd been right in assuming the collar's effect.
"A silencer?" He whispered, moving his hand to the collar, letting his fingers gently touch it. Sparks of blue thunder struck at his hands, seemingly trying to strike back the one touching it, but it seemed to have no effect upon him. "One, with a defensive mechanism. I can not break this now, M'am." He added, as he gazed back into her eyes, now letting his hand meet her cheek again, gently stroking it with a thumb. "This Kingdom be damned, for allowing atrocities like this." He mumbled, shaking his head lightly, before noises arose from the door nearby. His gaze quickly shot towards the door, before looking back to her. "I shall return. And I will set you free." He promised, before swiftly taking a few quick steps towards the wall, opposite in the room to the door now breached, roaring guards charging towards him, and the cage. Arch groaned as he leaped upwards, kicking against a supporting pillar, sending him flying through the air, towards the nearby window, crashing through it with a sheering of glass.
 
she rather adored that he wasn't afraid of her... most of the people she met where afraid of her. the ones who weren't, treated her as if she was some stupid beast. that he did neither, made him all the more of a rare gem that she desired to have for herself. not to own, or possess, but to be owned by. her people, where after all, guardians... to the few creatures they deserved worthy. the last known creature like her in recorded, or passed on history, was a 'goddess' to the Ancient Egyptians. a black cat known as Bastet, who protected an entire kingdom of innocent children and women when the men went to war. she blinked at him as she felt the warmth of his hand, dimming her more... aggressive, powers. her 'attack' basis of her magic, and even most of her defensive magics where dimmed and dulled as if they simply vanished. even the collar could not do that, it simply made it impossible for her to access her magic... this strange man before her... diminished them. she'd never heard of such a thing! her healing, and other such magics where still strong, almost over brimming in response to his... 'attack' a simple, natural response that no magical creature had control of. it wouldn't hurt either of them, wouldn't do anything really.

she blinked at him, stunned... but didn't pull her face away, it wasn't a pleasant feeling, but it didn't hurt either, and his hand was so warm and soft, that she didn't care what he did to powers that had been dormant for over a month. she nodded as he guessed that the collar was a silencer, and she flinched violently, a cry of terror falling from her lips at the crack of magic between man and collar, fearful that he had been hurt. she blinked at him with wide eyes, her ear flicking, almost annoyed when he called her Ma'am. she nuzzled his hand as he stroked her cheek, relaxing into the soothing comfort, her eyes closing before terror and panic flooded her as he promised to return. clearly she didn't beleive him, and who could blame her? how many men had made promises to her? promises not to hurt her, promises that she would e ok, promises that she would be taken care of. she pulled away from him at his promise, her eyes going cold as she looked at him with an expression like a child who had been betrayed, and she curled up on the bottom of her cage before the Guards even rushed into the room, letting him flee, and protecting herself from the wrath of the prince.

even then, the prince was furious that his head of guard had been killed, and that someone had been that close to his precious thing that had been caught completely by accident. she bit him when he tried to sooth her, and in his rage, he forced her into an even smaller cage, draped the sheet over her, and ignored her for the rest of the day. she got no food, no water, and the promise of a severe beating if she bit him again. she was so miserable, and so certain she would die in misery, that she cried most of the day, ignoring the Prince's, the Princesses, and the Queens attempts to shut her up. she didn't even touch the food that the Guards, some of them, slipped her as the Prince and the family went to bed. there where five Guards in the throne room, protecting the Prince's goods, most of all, they where to protect the creature, who was still laying in her cage, crying, and praying for her death to come on swift wings.
 
The soothing expression she seemed to offer, and not flinching away from him. She didn't falter from his touch, as many magic wielders had formerly done. As unpleasing as his touch had been, the feeling of ones power diminishing. He was certain, she had more prides then that of her magic. He was certain she was still a strong creature, and she would still have been able to break him with a snap of her fingers. It was a touch of silence, one could learn to appreciate. At least so his thoughts told himself, as he kept playing with the idea, that she'd follow him once released. That she'd rid him of his loneliness, that he so eagerly protected, in his own blindness. Parts of him, thinking that he didn't need others. But parts of him, knew this wasn't true. And begged that his gut, was wrong. That she wouldn't just run away, nor let him just walk away, once she was released.

Her flinch at the sparks, wasn't of fear in her own pain, but that of his. He smiled lightly with her shock, giving her a calming expression. His kind grew immunity to magic, and the ability to dispel it. They did so, to guard themselves, and those around them, from the dark powers that had once been brooding strongly. That darkness, had surpassed, and so the Hellige had been deemed part of what they helped others destroy. A menace. And so, they'd been destroyed, and nearly forced to extinction. But not just yet.
He didn't get to calm her, before the Guards knocked against the door, and he had to escape. The look that he was offered, sliced his heart with torment, that he hadn't known for a long time. A pain, that couldn't be matched by that of physical wounds. He had almost wept as he left, gazing back several times, during his escape.

And as promised, he returned. When the moon reached it's highest, a shadow appeared at the still broken window. It had been somewhat repaired, so the invader had to take a step over an edge, to gaze inside the room. And this time, it didn't come unarmed. A hand reached to it's back, pulling a bow from it's holding, followed by an arrow by the other hand. He took aim, and fired without a sound, an arrow piercing the silence, hitting one Guard's neck, passing right through any defense the armor might have offered. Another arrow, piercing the silence again, Guards only just starting to react to the first attack, before a second was stricken down. The shadow then leaped from the darkness, and into the room, unable to get a fix on the last three guards. He had to put them out, before they managed to call for help, so he swiftly made his way to the side of the room, giving her clear air to strike at yet another one of the Guards, and then a fourth. The fifth, now fully aware of the situation, was about to yell out, but an arrow managed to pierce through his neck, before he managed much more then a pip.

The shadow then moved to the cage, swiftly pulling the sheet away, brown eyes gazing down to the creature, hidden away inside. Soft lips smiled, to accompany the gentle, adoring eyes, as Arch gazed down on her.
"Told you.. Did I not?" He whispered, before quickly kneeling next to the lock of the cage, bringing out several small metal pins, proceeding to unlock the cage, then open the exit therefrom, taking a step back, to allow her space to step out. "Weep no more. The cruelty of my kind, shall no longer linger above you." He said, once again, respectfully allowing her all the space she wanted.
 
she jumped, startled as an arrow pierced the first guard, felling him with utter silence. the second one went down just as easily. they where all facing away from each other, so it took them a moment to realize something was wrong. before any of them could utter a sound, they where all dead. she could hear the swish of the arrow through the air, the thud as it struck flesh, the hearts slowing, the breathing stopping, the thump of the body hitting the pure marble floors. she couldn't see, but she knew the guards where gone, dead, and no longer a threat to her. she flinched and recoiled, protecting herself as the sheet was pulled away, wary of a stranger, or worse, the Queen, who had threatened to kill her just that afternoon. she blinked, looking so astonished that he was back, that it was almost heart breaking to think she had never really expected to be rescued. she watched him pull open the cage doors, and she swallowed thickly, glancing at him and then the open door, hesitating, waiting for a trick, or a trap before she slowly slunk out of the cage. on all fours as she slid out of the cage, stretching as she reveled in her new freedom, standing a few feet away from him.

after all, this was how she had been caught in the first place. she didn't want to give him the chance to slip a needle in her skin, or wrap a rope around her neck. she watched him intently for a long moment, her gaze guarded and wary, but with every second that nothing happened, she relaxed ans then started to rise up onto two legs. she staggered, catching hold of the cage she'd been in, her legs quivering. she hadn't stood on two legs in a month, she hadn't eaten properly in a month, she was tired, and weak, and could barley stand. she looked at him, hesitated, and then reached for him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, using him to support herself, pressing her face against his shoulder, she began to sob again. not in pain, or fear, or misery this time, but simply in pure relief. so glad to be free, out of her cage that she nearly couldn't contain herself anymore, and started to cry, because it was better than trying to find her captors, and torture them to death. at least it was obvious that she did trust him, her instincts, and her history warned her to be wary of men, but she did trust him, clinging so tightly to him. he could have done almost anything to her in a vulnerable state like that, but yet there she was.

she was astonishingly light too. he could have picked her up, tossed her into the air, and caught her without even an effort. whether it was from magic, lack of food, or simply nature, it was impossible to tell, but she was as light as a feather, and nuzzling him as she used his shirt to wipe her tears away before she tensed and shoved him away, hiding him behind a pillar as a door creaked open, the queen slipping into the room silently. "i'll teach that stupid little monster to bite my children." the Queen muttered softly, a sharp dagger in hand. "come here you disgusting th..." she froze, shocked as she realized the cage was empty, but before she could scream, a sound left the Feline's throat that was a mix of fury, and wrath. an animalistic snarl that could have raised the hairs on anyone's neck, and launched herself into the air. the Queen didn't even have a chance to scream when sharp fangs met her throat, the teeth of the Feline effortlessly slicing through tendon, and muscle, and bone, silencing the queen in an instant as blood sprayed across the walls and floor as the artery was severed. the cat spat at the queen, who was gurgling as she died of blood loss, the Cat spinning on it's heals, adrenaline giving it strength as it followed Arch's path from before, up tot he window ledge. the poor thing barley made it, and promptly collapsed on the sill, twin tails, and an arm hanging off the window ledge as the blood splattered cat passed out.
 
As she stepped out from her cage, he kept giving what ever space, the hesitant creature needed. He kept his hands out to the side, before slowly moving his bow to his back, placing it back where it belonged, before leading his hands away from his body again, leaving himself vulnerable to attack, but also showing he had no ill intentions. And as the feline creature stood, his eyes now, for the first time, had to fight to keep their gaze decent. The creature, was truly beautiful, in more then one way. A marvelous creature, that hadn't deserved any such abuse, as it'd been given. No one deserved such abuse, but something as pure and pristine as this creature, belonged in the wild. In the nourishment of nature. In the warmth of freedom.

As she then stepped closer to him, he seemed somewhat hesitant at first, but got control of himself, sweeping away all fear and disdain. All feelings of self preservation, that was telling him to be wary of the powerful creature before him. But as her arms swept around him, he caught himself gulping, with a short second of cautiousness, as his hands was about to keep a distance between them. But then as he heard her weep, he stayed his hands, and smiled softly. A soft sigh escaped his lips, as his arms wrapped around her, hands gently placing themselves against her back, now stroking her soft fur. His touch's effect took place again, dimming her powers the same gentle, subtle way it had before.
"Gave you a promise, didn't I? Worry not. Your free again." He whispered, as his eyes glanced around the room. So many riches. So many things, he could've gotten back for. But instead, he chose her. Something, he couldn't be sure would stay. A treasure, he was uncertain of. Yet, what choice did he have, in reality. He could not have just left her. Left her to her horrid fate. He knew, he'd done something good. Foolish. But right.
He was surprised by her lightness. Of how her body, granted almost no weight to his body. He hoped to gods, it wasn't due to undernourishment. But instead due to magical capabilities, or that of nature. Either way, her fur felt warm and comforting against his body.

Then, as she pushed him aside, he didn't resist, but narrowed his eyes lightly at the feline creature. He was still hesitant, and unsure about this foreign creature, but as he came to a rest behind a pillar, he heard the noise of an opening door. He then crouched down, prepared to bring out his bow. But as he did, the woman had already leaped at the adversary, and as he gazed out, he saw a dropping royalty, and plentyfolds blood. he sighed softly, and shook his head a few times at the situation. He'd really gotten himself in deep. And then as he saw the feline leaping for the window, his heart soon feared, it had been for little more, then common decency. The decency to give freedom, to that which deserved it. And he was usually so cautious. Making sure, rarely to take steps that could threaten his being afterwards. But this. Would not go unnoticed.

All thoughts where cancelled, as he saw the body of the strong creature, collapse in the window. His eyes widened, and he swiftly leaped there, the same way he had done the night before. He crouched down, to pick up the beautiful creature, gazing down upon it with a soft sigh. He couldn't inspect her now, already sensing others approach. So he leaped from the window, and vanished into the night.
He'd traveled as far as he'd dared, uncertain if she'd been hurt, and staying himself from taking chances. But with a safe distance from the castle, he settled them down, and started tending to her. He found no wounds of any sorts, so instead proceeded to clean her fur, unknowing how long she would be unconscious, and not interested in the blood spattered across her body, to stick to her fur.
If this didn't wake her, she'd wake covered in a soft sheet, laying a small, but safe distance from a fire. On the other side of the fire, sat Arch, gazing into the flames with an empty expression. Next to herself, between her and the fire, was an improvised plate, made of a large leaf, and upon was a few different sorts of berries. Nourshing for the desperate, thought lacking the protense of meat, but he didn't wish to heat anything up, until she was awake. He didn't want it to grow cold.
Should she try to speak, she'd feel her ability having returned, even thought the collar was still applied to her neck. It's spell, had been permanently dimmed.
 
she sighed, relaxing completely at his calm, soothing touches. she rather liked the feeling of her powers doing dim, not all of them, but enough that she could feel it... it was like... being denied a pleasure, like being held just before an orgasm, a tease. she did so love to be teased... in certain ways anyway. and his hands where so strong, yet so gentle as he pet her. she wasn't sure why she'd pushed him out of the way, what sort of instinct had made her want to protect him, instead of fleeing? she didn't know, but the exhaustion of little, and bad food soon caught up to her. she couldn't run anymore, and she collapsed, closing her eyes. she was just awake enough to feel him pick her up, and leap out into the world before darkness swarmed her. as he bathed her, he would find that her fur was not just thick, but also poorly groomed. she was shedding, ad had not been brushed, no doubt causing some pretty serious itching issues. as he ran the wet cloth along her fur, large clumps of hair went with it, and a strange sound started to fill the air. a deep, deep throb... a purr... she was Purring! purring hard enough that her entire chest was vibrating under his hand.

she woke hours later, blinking sluggishly as she raised a hand and rubbed at her eyes, her nose twitching as she tried to figure out where she was, and how she'd gotten there, looking over at the berries she was on them in an instant, licking them up so fast, it was clear that some of her lightness, was indeed due to malnourishment. she didn't even pause to taste them, she didn't even chew, they just went down her throat, the seeds, if there where any, spit out with a look of annoyance as they slowed her desperate eating, and once they where gone, she started to purr again, licked her paws clean, and proceeded to wash her face, practically ignoring Arch as she used her nice long claws to itch and scratch at every inch of her body, spilling thick layers of hair onto the ground, not that it seamed to help. once that was done, she stood up on all fours, and shook herself hard, dislodging a few more loose hairs... but she was really going to need a good brushing.

now that her cleaning ritual was done, she looked over at him and blinked at him, her head tilted a little before she stalked over to him and laid down right next to him, and planted her head in his lap. all too happy to cuddle with her savior. he looked lonely, he needed the company... that's what she told herself anyway. "you rescued me." she murmured, jerking, having startled herself at her suddenly ability to talk, and her hand flew up to her neck, grimacing as her fingers met metal. "this damn thing." she growled as she laid her head back onto his lap. "that damn prince... that damn queen." her voice was bitter, filled with pain. "the Queen was going to kill me." she admitted softly. "she was going to slit my throat, and blame it on a guard... she told me." she admitted softly. "she was coming in to do it... i couldn't let her do it..." clearly, the poor thing was more than a little traumatized about her entire ordeal. "the prince... he kept trying to rape me, so i'd bite him, bite him hard... he didn't stop, didn't learn. stupid, stupid human thing." she growled.

"half a man... naked leg walker." she grumbled. "can't even give me the right food... kept giving me green things, and dry bits of... weird things..." really... the prince had been trying to feed her greens and cat food? it was no wonder she'd scarfed those berries down so eagerly! a feral cat like her needed meat, and fish, sometimes berries for their vitamins, but never vegetables or dried pieces of bread and oil and other crap that he fed the palace cats! it was no wonder she'd bitten the stupid bastard... and it was no wonder she was so thankful to have been rescued.
 
Her earlier purring, had caused him to shiver lightly, and fight damn hard, not to caress her body, whilst cleaning it. Feeling every curve of her beauty, as his eyes had already done. now that she was asleep, he'd taken his time to satisfy his male instincts, that had almost caused his former indecencies. And she truly was beautiful, there was no doubt about it. However cruel and unthinkable the Prince's act of caging her had been, he could understand how a pampered being, could sink so low. Only for a beauty this clean and perfect, could provoke such a devious act. At least only this one, could he somewhat understand.
But Arch stayed his hands, and only continued to clean the soft, warm fur. He could feel how lose hair was pulling from the rest, showing clear signs of being malnourished and badly kept. He'd had cats in the past, and even though she'd probably bite him, at least just a little, for thinking this, but he presumed this was the same with her.

So during the time she was resting, he started building up a crude instrument, from the metal pins he had with him, not hidden in his lair. He got the small pins, stuck to a flattened piece of wood, which he'd cut with a knife, having slowly build a crude comb. It would work well enough for the time being. She'd probably want to toss it, and get something better in the future.
Then as she began to wake, his eyes slowly cast her way, his lips curving a gentle smile as she started eating immediately.
"Hm. Guessed as much, that seeds would be a bad idea." He chuckled lightly with a gentle smile, having prepared the berries, so that none had seeds. She had to be desperate for food, in her current situation, so expected this much. "I'll roast you some meat, if you'd want?" He asked with a smile, as she started washing herself. He tilted his head lightly, completely forgetting about the comb he'd made. "Oh, yeah. I took the liberty of cleaning your fur. I didn't know how long you'd be out, and didn't want the blood to clot in your fur." He explained, with a point towards her.

Then, as she moved closer to him, his brown eyes kept focused on her, as his head tilt lightly, observing as the beautiful creature lay it's head onto his lap. He smiled gently, chuckling a single time, as she startled herself, with her own ability to speak. "Nulified the silencing spell for you. Afraid I have no means of removing it, without hurting you, however. But I'm sure, once you've recovered, you'll be able to take care of that yourself?" He said with a smile, before she started speaking. He smiled as she did, leaning back a bit, letting a hand hold his weight behind his back. His free hand proceeded to gently stroke her hair, stroking some locks behind her hair, just others lightly around, without making a mess of it. He didn't interrupt as she spoke, only as she finished, he smiled lightly, stroking her hair again.
"Don't worry. Your free now. No one'll cage you again." He started, with a comforting smile. "What ever, either of them wanted to do. They won't get to. And what ever they did, they won't repeat. They should never have had their hands on you, either way. You belong out here.. In nature." He said, gazing a bit around, as he rest his other hand behind himself as well. His other hand met the comb, and his eyes moved down to it with a chuckle. "Oh. Reminds me. Made you this." He said, holding up the comb, before offering it to her. "Ain't perfect craftsmanship, but it looked like you could need it. If you don't mind me saying." he smiled.
 
she probobly wouldn't have minded if his hands had lingered a little, but he didn't, and even though she wasn't awake, she knew, and her opinion of him only increased. it wasn't many men who could resist her. even other animals could barley resist her, the smaller animals that she didn't hunt, where always cuddled up to her, in fact, even now, a tiny little hedgehog had trundled up and paid next to her while she slept, only to scamper away when she woke. she licked her lips free of berry juices, and she offered him a smile and nodded furiously at his offer to cook some meat, her stomach growling loudly. she said nothing about his cleaning her fur, she already knew. she frowned a little as he explained that he couldn't remove the collar and she sighed. "there's a magic locking spell on it as well. with it on, i cannot access my magic." she admitted. "it won't be too hard to remove if i could get to my magic." she admitted, scowling a little. "stupid man, stupid prince." she growled a little before relaxing as he pet her, purring loudly again as she enjoyed his hands in her hair and through her fur.

"yes.. free now." she purred happily. "no more cages." she murmured softly as she nuzzled his hip with a smile. "and the bad queen is dead... the bad Prince will be punished... all who do bad things to me or my kith are punished. it's Karma. it's nature... he and the bad princess will suffer." she admitted, sighing softly. "they will fall down stairs, and loose all their money, and they will go sterile, and get sick." she admitted smugly. "i do belong in nature." she agreed. "i like nature." she admitted with a nod before looking at the Comb, studying it, her head tilted before she seamed to realize what it was for and her purr increased even more as she started to groom herself, running the brush all too happily through her fur, large piles forming on the ground where she was combing herself. she'd moved away so she didn't coat him in fur, and grumbled about stupid naked two leggers and bad princes the entire time she groomed herself. with the excess fur gone, he could see how thin she was. it wasn't bad, a few goof meals would easily plump her back up to full health, and she was naturally lithe. he couldn't see ribs or anything, so clearly while she was hungry, she wasn't too badly off.

with the fur all gone, she was sleek, and shiny, and even more beautiful than before, she was simply a gorgeous creature, pure and perfect in every way, in the night, her white fur practically glowed as she grinned at the brush, examining it before looking at him, her eyes narrowed possessively. "this is mine now... you can't have it back." she decided, clutching it to her breast possessively, her ears pinned back, looking so much like a kitten trying to defend a toy, that it was almost worth laughing at her... even if it meant they where going to get mauled for actually doing it. once she decided he wasn't going to try and get her brush back, she shook herself out, scattering just a few more spare hairs out, and abandoned the rather impressive pile, kicking dirt over it, as if burying a bad memory and then stalked back over to him. "meat?" she asked hopefully, looking at the fire, and the meat cooking over it, clearly wanting to sink her fangs into it, whether it was cooked or not.
 
As soon as she nodded, he smiled and chuckled gently a single time, before reaching into his bag by his side, bringing out a conserving cover, around something rather large. And unfolding it, a large chunk of meat was revealed. He used a thick branch to push around in the fire, to make place for a rock formation, that he placed in the fire, being careful not to be burnt as he did. With the formation, he placed a flat rock, he'd found earlier, and cleaned, upon it. He lead the large chunk of meat to the rock, and unsheathed a dagger, to begin slicing it in a few smaller pieces, as he gazed to her, when saying she wouldn't be able to use her magic.
"Hm. Trying using your magic anyway. I should've been able to nullify the entire effect of the collar." He said, narrowing his eyes a bit as he gazed at the collar. He gazed back to the meat with a slight smile, and a soft nod. "Indeed. Not the wisest of people. Hope you bit the Prince good." He chuckled, but quickly rose a defensive hand, and gazed to her. "No details about the act, though. Please." he said with a soft smirk, before proceeding to cut the meat, nearly finished.

Then, as she continued speaking, he kept his gaze to the meat, before gazing in her direction, about to speak again, but as he did he was captivated by the beauty his eyes met. Something as natural, as grooming her own fur, became an extraordinary, and truly beautiful sight. He tried to pull his eyes away, but couldn't, and completely forgot he was still cutting meat, and with a swift slice, he caused a gently cut to one of his fingers,causing him to flinch, drop the dagger, and gaze right back to the meat. "Arh.. Merh.." He grunted, picking up his dagger, sheathing it as he reached for his bag. "That wasn't at all embarrassing at all, now was it Arch..." He mumbled silently at himself, finding a piece of cloth from his bag, wrapping it around his finger, as he gazed back to the creature, chuckling heartily as she clutched the comb close to herself, nodding a few times in her direction.
"Keep it, dear. You need it more then I do." He smiled gently, with a nod towards the pile of hair, she soon proceeded to cover with dirt. Then as she came closer, he turned some of the meat on the rock, stabbing one of the pieces with his dagger, before leading it in her direction. "How do you want it?" He questioned, the meat already ready to suit some people's preferences, as a bloody piece of meat. Should she take it, he proceeded to push around the rest of the pieces, preparing some of it for himself as well.
"Anyway. My name is Archibald Sven Kjaerson. But that name's been forgotten, and not to mention hard to pronounce. So call me Arch." He said with a soft smile, gazing down to the catlike creature, he'd had to pleasure of meeting. "What do I refer to you as?"
 
she blinked, astonished and then shook her head. "i guess i forgot to try. it's been cut off from me since i was captured and given to the prince." she admitted simply, snapping her fingers, grinning eagerly as large sparks rushed from finger to finger, like static electricity. "yes... i do have my magic again... but not the strength to deal with the collar yet." she admitted simply, smirking viciously at her new freind. "oh, i wasn't able to bite him there, a shame really. he could do good with a castration." she admitted, nodding wisely, blinking, startled when she saw him cut himself. as soon as she was certain he wasn't going to take her pretty new comb, she took his hand, and pulled the cloth off of his cut, looking up at him, letting him decide if he was going to trust her or not, before she leaned down and dragged her tongue along the wound. her tongue was soft, but rough, like a fine grade sandpaper. Arch probobly wouldn't be able to help but wonder how good that tongue would feel on... other, places. though with her mentioning castration, he'd probably be pretty hesitant to try anything. she licked his finger three times, the pain fading away a little more with each lick, and when she pulled away, there wasn't even a scar left behind.

as soon as he offered her the meat, she snatched it up and started chewing on it eagerly, her purrs filling the air loudly as she savored the taste of cooked meat. cooked meat was rare for her, living up on top of the mountain, fire was rare, and so was wood. most of her meals where eaten raw. "Archibald, Sven Kjearson... that is a very old name." she admitted, looking surprised. "i have only hte name they gave me." she admitted. "but it is a nice name, even if they where not. so i will keep it, and make it my own... i am Yurai." she introduced herself with a smile before she proceeded to eat enough meat that her belly was actually distended by the time she was finished... not that it took much, only a pound or so of the slab of meat he'd brought with them, which left plenty for him as she pressed against him, licked her fingers clean, and proceeded to doze while he enjoyed his own dinner.

"Archibald?" she asked, looking up at him with a blink. "may i travel with you? the mountains are nice, but it is lonely there... there are no people, and none of my own to keep me company... there is no one." she admitted. "and i do not want to be alone anymore.." she muttered, looking up at him with her bright blue eyes. "i can be of assistance, i'm sure..." she admitted. "i can learn how to cook for you, and clean... and whatever else you might need me to do... you are a good man... a kind man, who doesn't touch me badly, even when i'm asleep." thus proving she knew exactly what he had not done.
 
As she tried out her magic again, he smiled gently and nodded a single time, as she saw it work. He had been pretty sure, that he'd negated all the negative effects of the collar, and his ability had rarely failed him. He'd been one of the greatest Guards, at the temple of the time. He was completely immune, to most offensive spells cast upon him, and had been able to dispel most defensive. Once again, only a few things had ever withstood the small amount of magic within him. That, of his blood.
"There you go. And well. The collar does look kinda cute on you, now that it is no longer oppressive." He smirked lightly, before she moved along to talking about the bite, shivering lightly at the mere thought. Almost no deeds, could ever come to his mind, harsh enough to deserve such punishment. Then again, had he nearly been raped, he might have had different thoughts.
As she moved to him, and took his hand, he didn't resist in the slightest, nor seem hesitant of letting her do as she pleased. He only gazed observantly, curious to see what she was considering. Then as her tongue touched his finger, he shivered lightly at first, keeping his curious gaze upon her, as she licked his finger. He bit lightly at his gums, as his eyes narrowed, soon gazing to an unharmed finger, as his head tilted. He then gazed back, and gently let a hand stroke her cheek, as a thanks to accompany the words. "Thanks." He smiled softly.

He nodded a single time, as she repeated his name. He chuckled a single time, turning the slices of meat, as he sighed. "Yes.. Very old. Old, and.. Dead. For most parts. From across the great seas. The surname is still used, but the first, has died out with time." He said, not taking his eyes off the meat as he spoke. He listened to her own introduction, gazing to her with a smile, as she gave her name. He nodded, almost formally, a single time. "A pleasure meeting you, Yurai. Good to be able to call you by name. Your ticking, made it clear 'M'am' wasn't in your favor?" He chuckled gently as a tease, as he turned his attention back to the meat. As she finished hers, his was read, and he scewing pieces of meat, leading them to his teeth, eating as Yurai proceeded to rest against him.

"Mhm." He said, with food still in his mouth, so didn't utter a word, as she asked his name. He turned his attention to her, as his head tilt, continuing to eat as she spoke. He had well manors, especially if one knew what he was. He kept his lips sealed as he chewed, making no sounds at all. All he needed was a fork, a knife and a plate and he'd be as formal as royalty. As she asked her question, and proceeded, he frowned softly, as his gaze moved forward, eyes a bit heavier with the thoughts of declining her offer. He didn't, truly, need her services. He didn't need her to act as a maid for him. He could take care of himself. The one thing, however, that he could not take care of on his own, was his loneliness. And it had been searing at him, for a long time. Then, as she mentioned his decency, he gazed down to her, with a small, hesitant smile.
"I am no good man, Yurai." He started, letting the last remnants of the last piece of meat lay to rest back on the rock. He rose the knee of the leg, she was not laying on, and rested his arm upon it as he sighed. "I've cared, for no one but myself, for a long time. I've killed. For money. For survival. I've brought punishment to people, who shouldn't have gotten it by my hand, but by the hands of those who paid me." He spoke, as he gazed down to Yurai, letting a finger gently stroke her hair. "It is a dangerous, risky life. One I wouldn't like to see others live. But if you came with me, I wouldn't turn you into, what the Prince had hoped to make you. I'd cook and clean my own things, as I always have. You would be a companion. An equal." He now explained, with a soft smile. After the hints of declining her question, he added the spices of what she'd become, should she decide to follow him. "The question, if you could join me. Is one, you must ask yourself. For I won't stop you." He said, chuckling a single time as he continued. "Even if I wanted to stop you, I wouldn't be able to. I bore witness. Cat's got claws." He said with a heart chuckle, as he leaned down on his elbow, so that he was more comfortable, and she'd still be able to look to him. A warm finger then stroked another lock of her air, behind her ear. Even though it was already in place, it was the mere thought of touching her, he satisfied.
 
she glared at him as he mentioned the collar looking cute. "it is infuriatingly... GLITTERY! i cannot hunt and remain hidden with such a thing on! it is impractical and UGLY!" she complained, shoving her nose in the air, looking every bit the 'i'm better than you' that a real cat was. clearly, she didn't much like the collar. "we will get a better one." she decided. "a leather one." she decided with a nod. "something not so annoying and heavy and tight." she smiled, leaning into the gentle stroke as he thanked her and she smiled at him. she seamed rather desperate for his gentle, warm touches. if she had been alone all her life, and then captured and tormented, it was really only to be expected, her desperate desire to touch, and be touched in a calm, gentle, nice manner. she snorted at his comment towards her name and shook her head. "Ma'am is for donkey horse women." she stated with a sulk. "i am not a donkey horse human woman." she grumbled as she snuggled into him. her view on human's was rather disgusted really, but then he was the nicest human she'd ever met... and frankly, she didn't really think he was a human at all.

she chuckled when he complained of her assessment of him, and she shook her head. "you have killed, but so have i. death, and killing, and murder is natural, it is everywhere, in all things. many creatures kill even when their not hungry, how are you any different, killing for a means to live? so you have cared for now one... but who in this wretched human filled world would be worthy of your attentions? better a dog to follow playfully at your heals, than a shrew of a donkey horse woman to chatter your ear off." she admitted simply. "all of life is dangerous, and risky, and you would never do to me the things the prince tried to do." she admitted. "for he tried to take from me, what i was unwilling to give, but to you, i would give." she admitted, smiling at him. "so long as you promise to be gentle, as i have never been with a man, what is it you humans call it? owning a cherry? being a Virgo?" she asked, frowning. "they speak nonsense." she complained with a huff before smirking at his promise not to stop her. "good then, we will be with each other, and we will not have to worry about being lonely, or mate-less again." she decided, blinking at him as he stroked hair out of her face, her head tilted a little.

"...it has been such a long time, since man has set eyes on my Kith." she admitted softly. "i do not even know, really, what manner of creature that i am. we are reclusive, and my mother died before she could pass on most of my history." she admitted. "but i know i am supposed to guard, and protect someone who is worthy." she admitted. "someone who is kind to me, and treats me as i deserve to be treated. someone brave, and strong, and smart, and hurting inside." she admitted, setting her hand on his chest. "i can feel it here... like a gashed wound that cannot be licked closed." she admitted, leaning forward, gently kissing his chest. "i will make your pain go away, even if you think you don't deserve it, even if you don't think it's true... i'm yours now." she admitted, smiling at him. "yours, for as long as you desire me."
 
He just chuckled lightly with her unamusement around the collar, ruffling her head as her nose went up. "Don't worry, dear. That was a joke. I'd never want you to keep something on, that is uncomfortable." He added, to make sure she knew he'd been joking. Then, as she said they'd find a new one, his own head tilted lightly. She wouldn't mind wearing one, as long as it wasn't 'glittery'. He almost shunned himself, for thinking lustful thoughts, of how a collar could be handy for other needs, then practicalities. He shivered a bit as she leaned against him, only giving her another gentle stroke, as it gave pleasure for him to touch her, as well. Why did he long so much for this creature? He'd always been alone, and he'd managed to live by that. We did he want something like this, now?
As she commented on 'ma'am', he could do nothing but laugh lightly, letting a gentle hand, continue to stroke her hair, and the soft fur of her face. "And so, you won't be called any longer, Yurai. But in the future, if other's should call you so.. Know that it's only through politeness they do. It is formal, to call a woman 'Ma'am'. And if people should call you so, they respect you as a woman, and not a creature. So, in a way, if people call you so, they probably mean no offence." He taught with a smile.

As she began speaking of killing and murder, he smiled lightly, and gazed into the woods with a soft sigh. Then as she mentioned what she thought he, deserved, he chuckled lightly a single time, gazing back down to her, as he continued to stroke her hair.
"I guess your right in that. I've never truly cared for human contact. The reason, why I've lived alone." He explained with a soft smile. Then as she spoke of the Princes' deeds, and of how he could never do to her, what he did, he shivered lightly at the thought. The thought of 'having' her, in the way it was referred to, caused his blood to boil slightly, and tension to form in his pants. But he shrugged the feelings off, until she mentioned being a 'virgin'. "A virgin." He helped her with the word, before realizing what she'd really said, his eyes widening a bit. 'No longer lonely, or 'mateless''? What had she meant by that? That she'd.. Really agree to his wildest fantasies, of ever bedding a beautiful creature, such as herself?

He remained silent as she continued, her words reminding him of his own people. He knew it, had lived with them, and had seen them being destroyed. But he kept the depressing memories behind mask, continuing to just gaze down upon her. He gulped, and smiled gently, as she touche and kissed his chest, no longer able to contain the tension inside him, his hand reaching to gently stroke her hair again. "That'll.. Be quite a long time then, Yurai." He added with a low voice, as his hand proceeded to gently stroke her ear. "You are a beautiful creature. One, that I am not sure I truly deserve. Fair. Kind. And giving. Giving things, I'm not sure I can truly repay. But if you stay by me.. I'll make sure to try." He smiled softly. The tension inside him, had boiled up to a bulge in his pants. Why did she also have to be naked, it was making it quite hard to maintain decency. "It's settled then. You'll accompany me, on my journey's." He agreed, with a slight nod.
 
she huffed and then sniffed like she was a high bred lady. "i do not understand jokes." in fact, she wasn't really sure what a joke was. "but it is uncomfortable, the stupid thing itches." she admitted with a sulk as she fingered the magical lock on the back. "i should have gotten the key from the stupid prince." she grumbled as she blinked at him. "... so it is a sign of respect?" she asked, looking startled before frowning, considering that for a long moment before nodding. "very well. i will let people call me... Ma'am, i suppose." she grumbled, smiling as he stroked her hair again. she loved it when he did that. it felt just... so good to have his hand in her hair, and she nuzzled his hand anytime he paused too long, like a cat begging for more. really, most of her mannerisms, really where that of any common barn cat. "it is very lonely, to live by ones self." she murmured softly before scowling at him. "a Virgin, that's what i said!" she complained, smiling as she examined those wide eyes of his. was he a virgin too? or gay? was that why he was in such control of himself? well... she could handle it if he was gay, a lot of gay men liked breasts, she could grow a cock for him if she had to.

"i will stay with you until the hurts are gone." she promised, smiling. "and then i will stay with you, simply because i am yours." she purred, leaning into the stroke on her ear, arching her back a little, loud purrs erupting from her again. clearly, she loved having her ears played with. she smiled happily with his agreement to let her travel with him, and a flash of wicked delight ran through her eyes as she snuggled into him, her hand settling onto his crotch with a gasp of surprise. "well. there goes my Gay theory." she teased, smirking as her warm, soft paw stroked his length playfully, just her fingertips stroking him, teasing him. "i have never met such a male as yourself... so in control of yourself." she muttered, smiling a little as she studied him before chuckling. "well, i suppose i will just have to show you that you don't have to control yourself then." she muttered, looking curious as she examined his length. "i've never done this before though, you must tell me if i'm doing it wrong." she ordered, sliding down his chest to bury her nose in his crotch.

the prince was always shoving her face into that area, telling her to lick. he always got bit, usually on the hand that was holding her hair far too tightly, but she would not bite Arch... the thought of Arch gripping her hair too tight... only made her blood boil all the more eagerly. so her tongue came out, and stroked the bulge in his pants, running the length, well, what she could see anyway. she stroked it with her tongue, again and again, before her curious fingers tugged down his pants, gasping as he spread out and smacked her on the cheek, her eyes wide. "you are MUCH larger than the stupid prince." she admitted, blinking at it, her head tilted. "it is prettier too..." she admitted, her fingers stroking it curiously, exploring his flesh, curious about the male's penis. she'd never really seen such a thing until the prince's, and that was was rather ugly. it was no wonder he didn't have a wife, he was too little and too ugly to have a mate. she licked her lips, looking just a little nervous, but her tongue stroked his tip curiously, tasting him, exploring him, enjoying him.
 
He smiled at her reaction to his joke, continuing to gently stroke her hair, as gazed down to her beautiful face. "You'll probably learn, soon enough. Just know, when I say something wicked, I'm probably joking. Being sarcastic." He added, to make sure she'd never mistake something he said. Never feel sad about a fraise, that wasn't meant to hurt her, but only meant at as a sarcastic joke. As she mentioned the Prince, he smiled lightly, and murmured. "Might have been very bad, if we'd hurt the Prince as well. Bad enough, that you killed the Queen. This Kingdom is large, and it's royalty very resourceful. It might have gotten too hard to hide from them, if we'd made their resolve that strong. Heh. So. Probably best this way, Yurai." He added with a gentle smile.
And he nodded at the mention of Ma'am, and how the word worked. He chuckled lightly, and shrugged. "Well. You don't 'have' to like it. Just don't bite people, when they call you that." He smiled and chuckled again, as she said she'd said virgin. He shivered a bit, again at the thought, still trying to contain himself, but unable to much longer.

He smiled apretiately, as she said how long, and why she would stay. It would take a long time for his 'hurts' to disapear. If they ever would. He didn't expect many of his scars, to leave him entirely. But if she could heal, but a single one, he would be eternally grateful. He smirked lightly, at her coming words, about to speak, before he realized what she'd said. "Wait.. What? Gay theory?" He chuckled heartily, as he tilt his head back. "Oh Lord... What has the world come to, when a decency has become rare enough, to make homosexual theories, for those who yet contain it." He chuckled, gazing back down to Yurai, as she began teasing it, causing him to breathe deeply, and shiver lightly. It had been long, since he last had a woman's touch. And never one, as warm and soft as hers. He nodded with her words, smirking lightly as he was told, not to control himself.

He shivered, as she continued to tease his length, now by means of her tongue, causing him to tilt his head back a bit, tightening his fingers around grass in the ground. Then, as she released him, he twitched lightly, and then chuckled heartily with her words, and that fact that she'd slapped herself with his cock. He smirked lightly as she spoke of his size, raising a hand, stretching and bending his fingers. "And it comes in many different sizes..." He added with a small grin, as his cock slowly grew in her hand, growing slightly larger at first, before growing a bit smaller then it'd intiially been, before returning to it's former state. "Back at the Temple, when I was still a boy, we learnt magic, for her bodies to grow immune to their effect, and then ultimately destroying our ability to use it. However. Me and some of the other boys, learnt small parlor tricks, that we forced our bodies to ignore, so we wouldn't be unable to use them. This trick in particular, was veery popular." He smirked, shivering as her warm, furry hand, started stroking his length, causing him to lick his lips, as his hand placed itself on her head, gently stroking her hair. Tangling his fingers with it. He noticed how she seemed a little nervous, and scratched her gently behind the ear to comfort her." Don't worry. It won't slap you again..." He chuckled with a small grin, before dropping his head back, as he felt her tongue taste him. "Ohoo.. Lords.. That tongue.." He murmured silently, having never been able to think it that pleasing, in his mind. He gazed back to her, continuing to gently stroked her hair, and scratch her behind the ear. "Just move along like that. Taste it. Feel it. You might not've done it before, but your instinctual guess' so far, has worked out quite well.. For you." He groaned.
 
she smiled a little at him, her head tilted a little. "who cares of the things that men do?" she asked, her eyes lifting. "the prince knew his mother did not like me. and there is a bow and arrow in his room of treasures. he will assume she killed the guards and tried to kill me. she was going senile." she shrugged. "he is a very stupid prince. and his guards are even stupider. the smartest one in the kingdom was the stinky man, and you already killed him." she admitted simply. "it is easy enough to hide from humans. i will teach you." she promised him. she didn't want him to ask how she was captured, but she knew he would at some point, especially when he realized just how good she was at hiding. she gave him a strange look when he talked about decency, her head tilted. "i don't know what your talking about... you talk very strangely." she admitted with a blink before going to work on exploring his body.

she gasped, watching as he shifted sized, her eyes widening to comical proportions as her mouth dropped open. "in all of my three hundred years, i've never seen such a thing!" she breathed, stunned as her eyes took in the amazing sight before her. "i can do things like that too." she admitted, glancing up at him with a smug little grin as she sat up and let him see for a moment what SHE was capable of. she could add almost anything she wanted to her body... but she couldn't take away from her original form. she grew horns for him, she grew an extra set of arms, she swelled her breasts, and milk started to drip from her nipples, and the most interesting thing she did was sprout a cock. not as impressive as his, but one could bet she was more than capable of making it grow. he would blink, and they where gone, and she was going back to exploring him with her tongue, moaning happily as she tasted his flesh. the smell of him, the taste of him, it was so wonderful, and it made her oh so aroused, her slick sex wet with eager anticipation of giving him her virginity. she moaned as he scratched her behind the ear and instantly started to purr, very loudly, again as she leaned into the tough, her tongue licking and sucking on his flesh all the more eagerly.

her hands settled onto the base, licking her lips as she steadied the cock, her head tilted as she studied it warily again, wondering if he would move too much? she moved her hands to his hips instead, pressing down, revealing an impressive amount of strength in those slender, skinny arms as she ducked her head and took the head into her mouth. she hadn't done this before, but she knew a bit of what she was doing. after all, a cat didn't live as long as she did without seeing a few things. she hadn't learned the 'human language' out of nowhere. it certainly wasn't her mother who taught her. when she was a very young kit, she often traveled to human villages to peek in windows and explore, she saw a great many thing that didn't make sense then, but certainly did now. and so, she took him into her mouth, slipping him into her mouth where her hot, wet heat engulfed the head and stroked a little of the shaft as she suckled him, tasting him, and experimenting as she slid him, cautiously a little deeper with every slow suckle until he hit the back of her throat ad she choked, pulling back to cough. she was a cat though, and nothing made them pause for long, so once she was sure she wasn't actually effected by what had happened... she simply tried again.
 
Arch tilt his head a bit from side to side, as he made a doubting expression. If the Prince truly was that stupid, he saw a dark future for this Kingdom. Even made him consider his next action to be leaving the Kingdom, and setting off for another. Find another world, to rest his mind, in the future. To spend his time with Yurai. To. Actually spend his time, with someone. That was a whole new thing to him. He'd always been alone, never had someone as a companion. And now. She offered him so much, he could barely believe what had happened this night.
"If the Prince is truly that stupid.. I think we should leave this country, at first chance. Make a journey, to somewhere else. The Prince will run this Kingdom to the ground, once he becomes king." He said with a few nods. When she said she'd teach him to hide from Humans, he smirked lightly, and shook his head a few times. "I doubt that'll be necessary. I haven't stayed below their eyes for this long, without knowing a few tricks. But an entire army, is a whole different thing. And if he doesn't think his mother killed the guards, he will still be looking for you." He said, with a soft smile. He chuckled cheerfully with her words, not understanding what he said, shaking a few times with the soft smile. "You don't have to understand anything, then I am not 'gay'." He smirked softly.

He smiled softly, and shrugged a single time. "It's just basic, minor, body manipulation, i.." He stopped as she mentioned, she knew something like it. His eyes widened lightly, as her own body started changing, smirking softly with the Horns, clearly finding that quite attractive. And his eyes widened a bit futher, as her breasts extended, growing a quite wide grin as they even started producing milk, chuckling a single time. "You clearly have quite a good hang of it, yourself." He smirked, blinking a few more times that everything had vanished. The fact that she could grow a cock as well, made him admire the creature she was. Beautiful, and versatile on so many levels. It was a wonder to him, that there where so few. He guessed that she probably weren't capable of reproducing her offspring, but mentioned nothing of it for now. Right now, his interests where elsewhere.

Groaning as she met his cock again, he licked his lips and tilt his head back slightly. He continued to scratch her ear, her purr only adding to his own pleasure as he shivered. He moved his head back straight to observe, as she steadied his member, and watched it warily. He smirked lightly, but said nothing, letting her take her time. He trusted her. All thoughts of castration, or her ability to even do something that harsh, had long been pushed away, to be replaced with lust. Even if he didn't trust her, he wouldn't be able to stop her, in this state. As her hands started pushing him to the ground, his eyes narrowed lightly, and a grumbling erupted from his throat. One, he barely noticed. A dominant, low growl. As if his instincts warned her, of something. But he didn't notice at all, and the growl wasn't too threatening, only as if it was a reminded of something. His instincts reminding her, that he was in charge. As if he would be, if she wouldn't let him...
But then, as his member slipped between her lips, his body shivered, his head dropped back and he groaned with pleasure, his cock twitching inside her mouth. The feeling was, as he remembered it. Something, he should really stop keeping away from himself. He let her take it as slow as she wanted to, his hand flattening out, on the back of her head, but without pushing down. Let her do it, the pace she wanted. And as she pulled away, he moved his hand, smiling gently, fighting to keep himself from chuckling.
"You alright, d.." He didn't even get to finish, before her head was already back, causing him to now chuckle, and groan softly afterwards, placing his hand on the back of her head, this time taking a gentle grip of her hair. "You are.. Persistent... Mmrh.. Let me. Help you with that step.. Getting a bit. Deeper." He smirked, still letting her keep her own pace, with his fingers gentle holding her hair. And when she almost reached the point she'd reached before, his grip grew a bit tighter. "Now swallow." He said, almost demanding, as he pushed her head down against him, trying to force his member a bit deeper, to the point where it was almost stuffed all the way. This choked her, forced the cock to stay that deep for a second, before he let go of her hair, letting her come off, when ever she wanted. He groaned deeply as she took him that deep, his body shivering as he stretched his neck.
 
she smiled a little and shook her head. "no... you know how to not be noticed... i know how to not be seen." she stated with a sly little grin, her head tilted a little. "and even if the Prince looks for me, he will only find his death, for he has already done me grief, and his punishments, already severe." she admitted, blinking a little, looking very smug at his reaction to her own body manipulation abilities. it amused her that someone could be so amazed by it, when they had done something almost exactly the same thing themselves. she moaned as she tasted his flesh, and her hands loosened at his growl, her ears pinning back as she flattened herself submissively, a low whine falling from her lips, submitting naturally to him, without ever removing her mouth from his cock. she moaned happily at his hand on the back of her head, her tall ponytail brushing his hand as she worked his flesh to the best of her abilities.

she gasped as his grip tightened on her head, and she choked as he forced himself deeper, a low, strangled mewl falling from her lips, a sound of protest, but she didn't fight him, her throat working the head of his cock, her tongue bathing his length as she choked and shivered, swallowing desperately as she felt the cock forcing her throat wide... it felt... good. it felt... right, being forced down, being held down. she gasped as he pulled her off, coughing a little as she shook her head, gathering her senses before she grabbed his wrist, and put his hand on her hair again, a silent command, or a plea as she worked her mouth lower along his length again. her tongue stroked his flesh, as her hands massaged and stroked what she couldn't get to with her mouth... or rather, what she couldn't get to alone. she choked on his length again, but didn't pull back this time, she just kept trying. she was a very, persistent kitty, who apparently liked to be dominated as her throat and mouth worked his length and his flesh with shivering and shuddering body. "tastes... so good... Archibald... please..." she muttered looking up at him, her eyes shining with lust and desire. "show me the pleasures of man."

(ugh, short post is short.)
 
He smiled with her first words, deciding not to explain anything yet. If she was referring to invisibility, and the ability to become it, he would have to explain to her, that he wouldn't be able to. He'd already learnt it before, and his body had grown immune to it. He couldn't do it himself, be made invisible, or be tricked by the spell. He could see those using the ability, as a clear red form. Much like a snake, spotting heat signatures. Just without it being signatures, simply the way of spotting the enemy. Or friend, for that mater. Wasn't really a choice, just as everything else about magic. Except for the few things, he'd forced not to learn to ignore. Such as body manipulation, through own means.

Her reaction to his dominant growl, caused him to noticed what he'd done. And he liked it, a smirking grin being evidence of such. He'd now learn she liked to be dominated, he was sure. If she didn't want to agree to his growl, she could've easily pinned him down instead. It'd been a rather foolish instinctual reaction, considering he was outmatched. But he liked that it'd happened now. Now he knew, she liked to drop control. To let herself be dominated. And so, he took advantage of that, grabbing her ponytail, rather then merely a lock of hair, as he'd forced her over his cock.
Her mewl of protest, didn't stop him, but only caused another low growl from his gut, as he forced her deep down on his member, shivering, keeping her a bit longer with the knowledge he now had, before letting her breathe. The warm feeling of her throat around his cock, causing him to growl and groan with pleasure, as his head dropped back, gazing back down to her, as she lead his hand, right back to her hair. He grinned wickedly, and continued to push the advantage, now sliding her up and down on his member, no longer letting her keep the pace, but making his own. He didn't force her all the way, every time, but occationally got her as deep again, letting her breathe after each time he choked her, before letting her off, to let her speak. And as she gazed to him, and begged for him to show her the pleasures of man, he grinned with lust, and lead her head closer to his, forcing her to crawl up to his own face, if she didn't want to be dragged by her hair.

"As you please." He sneered with a grin, before rolling them around, placing her bellow him with a growl of dominance. He then leaned down to kiss her lips, filling the transaction with passion, beyond mere domination. A kiss to show his apretiation for what she offered him. For what she gave him. But he didn't keep it at a mere kiss for long. He moved his legs between hers, spreading them with his, as a hand moved down her side, stroking it's way over her abdomen, leading between her legs, two fingers stroking down her slit, before grabbing sliding two fingers inside, wiggling them around, being careful not to hit her spot, not interested in taking her virginity with his fingers.
 
in all honesty, she wasn't talking about magical invisibility. she was talking about the skill of camouflage and the ability to go completely still. she had to be able to vanish completely from the eyes of her prey, not to mention from their noses, if she was going to eat in the high mountains. she shuddered as he dominated her with a mere growl, a little annoyed by her own reaction to him... but she quickly forgot it, because it just felt so very good to submit to him. it was in her nature to submit to him, to be used by another, but only the person she found worthy of her power, her passion... and most of all, her virginity. she was giving all of herself to him, eagerly... for he was the only person worthy of all of her. she would do everything she could to make him better, and she would use everything in her powers, and in her bodies to heal the pain in his heart, and heal the wounds of his soul.

she sucked and stroked and choked on his cock as he forced her head up and down his length, feeling herself getting wetter and wetter with every time he forced her even further down his cock, spreading her throat, cutting off her ability to breath, making her choke, and gag, but she never once tried to pull away or fight him. she just waited until he let her back up, and then continued to suck on him, and stroke him with her tongue while her hands worked his balls as best as she could. as he pulled her off his flesh she coughed a little and mewled a little as he forced her up along his body. she shuddered, panting as he gripped her hair tightly, making her whimper a little as she slipped and yanked her hair a little more. and oh how GOOD that felt too... she never realized that pain could feel good, she wanted more... later, when she wasn't trying to kiss her mate. she desperately wanted to taste his lips, feel his tongue against hers. she gasped as he rolled them over, yelping with surprise and blinking, before moaning, going limp for him as he growled again. oh god how wonderful that sound was, it sparked things deep inside of her that she'd never known she had.

she kissed him back desperately, her fingers clutching at his clothes, trying to rip them off as her tongue met his, stroking his with submissive delight as she shuddered again, yowling with glee as his fingers slid along her slick, soaked sex, making her release him so she could dig her claws into the nice soft dirt as she raised her hips and spread her legs, gasping for air against the sudden rush of pleasure she'd just faced. she cried out even more as he slid his fingers inside, making her toss her head as she arched fully against him, crying out in pleasure as she babbled in a language long forgotten. old enough that even Archibald probobly didn't know it. but it was pretty, and it was clear what she was saying, even if one couldn't understand the words. his fingers inside of her, her cunt wrapping so tightly, so firmly around them, there was only one thing she could have been asking for... more.
 
Everything she did, caused his body to shudder with delight. He had never known, how dominant his instincts could be. He'd never growled that way at anyone, and he'd had other partners in the past. He was no virgin. And yet, he'd never been this way. He'd never been as dominant, as he was to this beautiful woman. This exotic creature. This jewel, among rocks. He wanted everything she could offer him. He wanted more, his touch leaving her 'helpless' to use her magic. Completely cut off, for what ever her source of magic was, leaving her at only the means of strength. Rightfully, she could still dominate him, if she wanted. She was stronger. Faster. Possibly smarter. Yet she didn't. She allowed him to pull her hair. Growl. Roll her around. And she did so, with mewls, and noises of content and submission. He'd never been one, to believe in prophecy, since his peoples own was shattered. But them being together, felt like it'd been decided by a higher power. If anyone, could ever make him forget all the pain he'd suffered. Heal his wounds. It was her.

As she gagged and choked around his member, his body shivered and he tossed his head back, not letting go of her head, as she submissively let him abuse it. Let him stay in control, and did nothing to fight him. Only ever did her best to keep up, and give him as much pleasure as possible, her fondling of his balls, causing him to groan with delight. As he pulled her up to him, and she mewled and whimper, soon desperately trying to kiss his lips, he kept her from it, for just a little time. Forcing her to long for something, she couldn't quite get yet.
Until he rolled them over, and let their lips meet, his tongue dancing with her's, taking the lead as he'd done with everything else. Staying in control. And as he touched her sex, it was so clear she'd kept this off, for too long. Had kept herself from pleasure, for too many years. Waiting for the right one. And he was honored, to be that one. As she gasped with pleasure, head leaned down to gently bite at her breast, with the same soft, dominant growl as before, as his fingers kept teasing her entrance, his hand applying pressure to her crotch, as he dominantly took what was now his. Her warm fur against his hand and his lips, as he found his way to her nipple, gently pinching it with his lips, was pleasing against his skin. An exotic feeling, no other woman could offer. And now this woman who could, was his.

"Your body.. Is pristine. Untouched, in the maters that truly means something. Your a creature of perfection, Yurai. And not only a wonderful woman. A treasure, for who ever holds you. And you've offered yourself to me.. And I gratefully take what you offer." He growled, leaning up to kiss her lips again, removing his fingers from her slit, replacing them with his member, letting the head press against her entrance. "I will be gentle.." He whispered, as he moved his lips to her neck, gently nibbling it. "At first.." He added, with an almost unedible whisper, before he pushed against her entrance, slowly forcing his way inside her, forcing her entrance to open wide for his impressive size. He then bit her neck a bit more dominantly, as his member kept slowly advancing, continuing to do so, until he hit the barrier. And then, only continued, not giving her a moment to rest, against his slow invasion, groaning softly as her tight walls clenched around him.
 
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