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What happens in the woods... (Drum X Naochan)

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Drum

Super-Earth
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Aug 23, 2009
Wesley stomped angrily away towards the woods. He was starting to get rather tired of this pattern. The last three towns he'd been to had been exactly the same. They all claimed they had had enough of of bandits and ruffians causing fights that started in the inn but always managed to find their way into the streets outside, destroying carts and nearby buildings in the process. The townspeople were always excited to have someone volunteer to clean things up... at first. He'd very graciously volunteer his sword, for a reasonable sum, and they'd very happily hire him as Sheriff, offering encouraging compliments galore. The only problem was that encouraging compliments seemed to be the only thing these people felt like giving when pay day came around. Payment was definitely going to have to start coming in advance.

He had been walking away from the latest village that he'd cleaned up, more or less for free, when it started to rain. Just my luck, he'd thought as he'd veered off to the protection of the nearby trees. Someone in town had told him not to venture into these woods a few weeks ago, something about them being haunted or enchanted or some such nonsense. Whatever the story was, he didn't feel much like taking their advice right now.
 
Kele walked slowly through the woods as the rain seemed to slide right off of her. She had large angel wings on her back, purest white one has ever seen. Her hair was a light brown color, done up in a pretty pony tail. Some of it escaped and framed her pale face beautifully. Her footsteps were light as she walked, admiring the way Earth looked. It was wonderful even with the rain. She came to earth to explore, mostly. She loved earth. It was so pretty, but what she liked the most was the stars at night.
 
It was getting increasingly hard to slosh through underbrush and mud on the forest floor. Wesley had to stop every few steps to pull off each of his boots and turn them over to dump out accumulated rainwater. To make matters worse, he kept slipping and sliding, once or twice falling into a bush which, naturally, was full of bristles. Each time, branches broke, things poked through his trousers, and curses emanated from his lips. He was a noisy presence in the otherwise quiet woods, sending birds scattering from their refuges as he moved through.

Finally, he just decided to give up on making any progress and found a large tree branch to sit under. He pulled up the hood of his cape and leaned against the tree trunk, trying to sleep while waiting for the annoying rain to pass by. Once he looked up and thought he could make out something, far away in the trees, that seemed white and wispy. It was so white that it seemed to shine even in the low light, but the next moment it was gone. Great, now I'm seeing things, he thought uncomfortably.
 
At the sounds of cursing and the scattering of birds, Kele blinked a few times and looked around, wondering who could be making such a noise and disturbing the peace of the forest. Quieter than even a mouse, the angel decided to go investigate the noise. She spotted someone against and tree and hid so the person wouldn't see her. Odd... she thought, sensing him as just a mere human. Humans didn't come into the forest. At least not this deep. She flew into the tree he was under so she could watch him a more more closely, wondering what he was doing.
 
Wesley tilted his head... he could have sworn he felt some sort of... breeze... whip through the air. But when he looked around there was nothing. It must have just been the rain, he reasoned. It was impossible not to be feeling sensations in annoying weather like this. He unbuckled his belt and pulled his sword off with it. He pulled the blade partway out and noted that water had indeed seeped into the scabbard. Great, now he was going to have to polish the weapon for several hours after this accursed rain finally quit. He tossed it aside into a bush and shook out his cape some more, trying to stay dry.
 
Kele watched him very curiously, noting how he didn't seem to like the rain. Using her powers, she put a shield around this tree and him, protecting him from the rain. She continued to watch, wondering if he would notice. She figured he would by the fact that he didn't like it. Well, if she were trying to sleep, she probably wouldn't like it either. Carefully, she went a branch lower and squatted on her feet, one hand against the trunk so she wouldn't lose her balance and fall. She didn't know if he was dangerous or not.
 
He had leaned his head against the trunk of the tree, trying to nod off, but he found he couldn't sleep. Something strange was going on, though he couldn't put his finger on just what it was. He twitched his head from side to side, trying to see if something was watching him. Suddenly he realized he could see rain dropping a few feet from him, but he hadn't felt a drop on himself in several minutes. The tree had provided some protection, but not that much. He immediately looked straight up and was greeted by the face of a beautiful woman looking down on him. He was startled and jumped to his feet. Then he noticed she had wings... and he freaked out a little.

He dove for his sword and went crashing through the bush he'd laid it in, landing in the mud. He swiped at the mud covering his face and stumbled to his feet. He quickly drew his sword and backed against another tree, pointing the sword tip towards the... creature... he'd just discovered. His voice wavered as he spoke, "Who... or what... are you?" He shook his head but kept his eyes on her. Could he be hallucinating?
 
Kele was a little startled when he looked up at her, but she really expected him to see her anyway. When he had backed away from the tree she was in, she carefully climbed down so she was standing on her feet. She cocked her head to the side, laughing softly at his antics. "You would really draw your sword on a female? An angel?" she asked softly, raising his eyebrows some at him. "I have no intention of hurting you, you can lower your sword. But I have to ask, traveler, what are you doing in this forest? Not many humans travel this far into it."
 
When she dropped down out of the tree, he got a better look at her. His first thought, being a man, was that she was incredibly beautiful, but when she suggested that maybe he shouldn't have his sword pointed at her, about a thousand different stories that his mother told him about witches, enchantresses, and magic ran through his head. All the ones he could remember that started with a man meeting an incredibly beautiful woman seemed to end with the man being boiled for dinner or turning to stone or something else horrid. Of course, women in general were trouble in his opinion. Still, she was appealing to his chivalry, and the point of his sword slowly fell down next to his side.

Wesley's face adopted a sort of quirky grin as he processed her question. He truly must be going crazy. "I suppose it just looked like a reasonable place to get out of the rain," he answered launching into an explanation, "Besides, I know that the village of Peregrine is somewhere on the other side of it and it seemed like a shorter trip to simply cut through..." He stopped mid-sentence and shook his head as if to clear it, "Wait a moment, did you just say 'angel'?"
 
Kele couldn't help the small smile that played on her lips when he questioned what she was. She shifted her wings and spread them out a little more than what the were. "An angel, yes. That's what I said," she said, watching him carefully. "The reason why humans tend to not come far into this forest is because they see things. Good and bad things. Probably mostly bad since the bad like to play tricks on human minds and make them seem like they are crazy," she explained, nodding her head at him. "You must be new around here."
 
Wesley's blue eyes went a little wide as he looked across her wingspan. He had a sudden uncontrollable urge to laugh. He leaned against the tree trunk he'd backed up to and spoke between chuckles, "I guess the stories... the old women... in the village... told were true." He smiled at her broadly, "And I'm quite sure I must be crazy, whether or not you're playing a trick on me. Even if you were an angel, you wouldn't be meeting up with me. I don't have that kind of luck."

He decided his sword wasn't a whole lot of use at this point, whether he was crazy or he was actually talking to an angel, and he sheathed it. He made a broad sweeping bow as the start an exaggerated introduction, "My name is Wesley Smythe, and it's a pleasure to meet you miss... angel. And yes, I am rather new in these parts. I've found that I don't end up staying in one place for very long."
 
Kele blinked when he started to laugh and shrugged her shoulders a little bit. "Those stories are not about me. I tend to not venture so close to the edge of the forest and you are the first human I've seen in a long while that's gotten this far. I guess none of the other creatures noticed you. Or you were making too much of a noise and frightened them," she said, watching him bow. She inclined her head back to him respectfully. "Kele."
 
"I see," he said in response, still a little bewildered. She didn't seem to find this all that strange or funny. Although, he reminded himself, she was the angel in this situation; maybe humans seemed rather mundane compared to the company she usually kept. He was intrigued by this new turn of events. Even if this was just a dream, he might as well ask some questions. "Very well, what do you do then? I mean what brings you to the woods today, Miss Kele. Oh, pardon me, is it Mrs. Kele?" he said politely.
 
"Miss Kele," Kele said, nodding her head as she shrugged her shoulders at his question. "I find earth fascinating," she said, twirling around, her dress raising a little bit to show of pale, slender legs. "All the creatures and such. But I've never met or encountered a human before," she said and took a step forward, but she didn't think he would want her too close.
 
His eyes didn't miss the twirl, or the effect it had on her dress, but he quickly brought them back up to meet hers as she turned to look back at him. Fascinating? he thought. She sounded like a human girl wandering through the glades picking flowers and seeing rabbits and foxes for the first time. When she said she had never met a human and took a cautious, obviously curious, step towards him, he found himself breaking into a goofy grin and raising his eyebrows. "Would you like to poke or prod me a little?" he asked with a slightly kidding tone.
 
Kele laughed softly and shrugged her shoulders at him. "I don't know. Maybe. That sounds like it can be fun," she said and watched his goofiness for a moment before holding out her hand. "I wonder if you even think I am real or not..." she murmured, tilting her head to the side. "you can touch me and I'm real you won't fall through. You act like you are crazy or dreaming. I assure you you are not crazy..."
 
He slowly reached out his hand towards hers and gently took it. Her skin was amazingly soft, but definitely real. For some reason he felt little chills run up his spine when he touched her. He smiled and answered her, blushing just a little as he realized he was flirting just a little as he said it, "Well, maybe you ought to wait before you jump to that conclusion... I may not be hallucinating, but that doesn't mean I'm not crazy."

Wesley held her hand for several moments longer. He hoped he wasn't taking liberties or offending her, but he rubbed the back of it with his thumb, increasingly enchanted by how soft her skin felt. When he felt he could hold her hand no longer without being rude, he let go and took a step back. "You definitely seem to be real, Miss Kele," he said, "but I'm curious. I've never met an angel before. What do you... do... exactly, if I may ask?" He suddenly realized that he was woefully ignorant of the proper manners to use with an angel. He felt a little like someone had tossed him into one of his mother's stories.
 
Kele shrugged her shoulders a little bit at him. "My job is to take care of the animals in this forest, to make sure the demons don't try to run out of this forest and into neighboring towns," she said, smiling and nodding at him. "It's not that hard. Most demons aren't very bright. But I do run into some that try seducing me," she said, rolling her eyes and shaking her head. She liked when he rubbed at her hand. It was a feeling she hadn't ever felt. It was nice. She wished he hadn't let go.
 
Both of Wesley's eyebrows perked up as she spoke. "Seduce you?" he asked, with obvious surprise. He thought about it for a moment and decided he didn't exactly put it past a 'demon' to be quite lecherous, since apparently such beings did exist. But why would they even try on an angel? Surely angels didn't... mate... did they? He was incredibly curious now, but was struggling to find a way to ask such a question without being incredibly rude. "But... I mean... you're an angel, yes? Ermmm angels don't... well I mean they obviously wouldn't get involved with demons but... even so they don't... do that sort of thing, do they?" he managed to flounder out. He suddenly realized that he wasn't just curious about this; he'd actually be disappointed if she confirmed his suspicion. How ridiculous, he thought. He'd only just met her, and quite surely she was way out of his league. Not to mention a relationship with a being he'd only recently been willing to believe existed didn't make any sense. Still, somehow it seemed more interesting to think of this lovely creature as available.
 
Kele looked at him curiously for a moment before smiling and laughing softly at his words. "You mean sex?" the angel asked, raising her eyebrows and tilting her head to the side. "Sure, we can have sex if we wanted. Some chose not to. Some will. It doesn't change who we are," she said with a small shrug at him. "I have had sex with another angel once before a while ago," she said, nodding her head. She watched him curiously, wondering how much curiousity about the sexual life of angels this man had. She smiled and laughed softly. Oh, that would be so bad if she decided to have sex with his stranger. So bad, but...she licked her lips and looked away, blushing a little bit.
 
His mouth dropped open a little bit as she spoke. She was even more direct about sex than some of the bar wenches he'd met. He shook his head for a second and closed his mouth, realizing he probably looked a bit like an idiot.

Then he caught a look from her that really made him confused enough that for a moment he wasn't sure that he saw it. But no, she had definitely just licked her lips... and now she was blushing slightly and looking away from him. Surely she wasn't... Was she... flirting with HIM now? He could feel his pulse rising with excitement. Wesley had to say something. It was far too interesting a possibility. "How many human men have you met, Miss Kele?" he asked her, purposely letting his eyes roll over her form and take her in again. Her body was more than lovely, but her wings really knocked him out. He wasn't sure why they made her so much more attractive, but they did.
 
Kele looked back up at him as he spoke and then shook her head. "I've never been with a human man before," she said softly, blushing as she realized her was looking over her body and her wings. Her wings fluttered lightly, wondering if he liked her wings that much. She folded her hands in front of her, 'accidentally' pressing her breasts together a little more to give her more cleavage than she was showing. She was blushing as she realized she was not only flirting with him, she was sexually flirting with him. She looked down at the ground and shuffled her feet a little bit in embarrassment.
 
Wesley raised an eyebrow at her. She was obviously uncomfortable now, but he couldn't tell if it was because she was really flirting with him or that he was now being a bit forward (although that made less sense as she was being so frank just a moment ago). Crossing her arms was hard to interpret. Was that just a nervous move? It had definitely enhanced his view of her breasts. Was that on purpose?

He decided to push a little further. He took two steps towards her, leaving a gap of only about a step between the two of them. He pulled his blue eyes up from her body and let them rest on hers. He looked her, piercingly, right in the eyes. It was... an intimate look, almost suggestive. He held this stare for several moments without speaking, then finally said, "I... have a rather strange request, Miss Kele. Would you mind terribly, or be offended, if I touched your wings?"
 
Kele watched the man step toward her and held his piercing gaze that seemed to make her really want this man. Was he wanting her too? It was confusing, but she wasn't going to be humilated by making the first move on this man. She took in a deep breath and let it out slowly before tilting her head to the side a little bit at his request. "Sure," she said, smiling a little bit as she moved her wings slightly so that he could touch them. They were the purest white and would be the softest thing he had ever touched. Almost like calm river that you stick your finger in and it almost feels like silk.
 
He started to reach up with one of his hands, then realized there was mud on it. He simply couldn't bring himself to put dirt on her beautiful, white feathers. He wiped his hand as much as he could on his own shirt and then reached again. The first brush his fingertips made with the soft white feathers made Wesley sure that he hadn't touched them. It felt almost like there was nothing there at all, so he gently curled his fingertips around the top of one of her wings until his eyes were sure that he was holding onto them. He very very gently tugged at her wing, not knowing how delicate the limb might be, and felt the smooth feathers slide gently through his hand. The effect it had on him was amazing. They felt so soft, pure and... feminine... that he really couldn't help it. His body started to respond and he had to shift his feet to keep his trousers from tenting out obviously.
 
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