The Travelers Gate {Kay & Chaos}

[KayLove]

The night was like that of any other, the sky was clear and glittering with the constellations that were named after the stories of the people that lived peacefully with their lands. Eastern winds wistled softly through the gorge, singing a song, and small shafts of smoke came from the chimneys as they warded off the cold from inside the various humble homes. Nestled between the mountains laid a village, native to the lands, scattered, sometimes miles between homes and crops, but they stayed connected through signals and knew the land by where their bare feet touched and when they got old enough even through the soles of their shoes.

But... tonight was different...

An ice blonde haired girl sat upon a woven rug, her features soft, the roundness in her cheeks still indicating of her youth. The pebbles that she had been collecting all day laid out before her as she arranged them into pictures and hummed a song to herself. Dark blue eyes focused intently.

The heavy wooden door opened and she hopped up, but an older girl, almost the exact same completion as the smaller, getting to the door first to greet their father. His heavy boots littered with fresh snow and over his shoulder, dangling from rope, were rabbits that she and her sisters were to skin tonight before they were to go to bed.

“Papa!” Yelled out Olesya, as she ran and jumped into her fathers arms, “Did they find her?” She as asking about the girl that was lost, she left her home before sunset to fetch water from the river and never returned home, her father had offered to help search while he hunted.

“No, my star, no one has.” His usually happy features were weathered and tired, he was only thinking about how that little girl was the same age as the one in his very arms, he gave Olesya a strong squeeze and let her go, giving his eldest daughter Storna, a loving squeeze of her hand before handing her the rope from over his shoulder, “Will you begin on these, daughter?” It wasn’t really a question, the teenager gave a sigh and went off to do as she was told, still unhappy that she hadn’t gotten to do what she had wanted to because of the disappearance.

“But! But! Papa, where is she?” Olesya asked with wide worried eyes, she knew the girl, she was a friend even, they picked peaches together for their chores often. They played in the gorge together, hopping on and climbing boulders. They had shared so many secrets together.

“We will find her little one,” was all he could manage to say, “Now, go, help your sister clean the rabbits before you go to bed.”

Hours passed and sleep came unwillingly to the whole village.

Olesya tossed and turned all through the night. Her teeth clenching and unclenching, forehead beginning to sweat as images began flashing in her mind, that of death and horrid smells, that in which she had never seen, skin stretched over bones, and teeth biting into flesh. Over and over and over and over and-

“No!” Yelled Olesya Westbourne, sitting straight up in her goose feathered bed, throwing off the covers and running outside, bare feet hitting the ice covered ground. She heard her fathers familiar yells as he called to her but they seemed so far behind her, she had to keep running, had to find...

No matter how many times she slipped and fell, how red and cold her cheeks got she didn’t stop. It was like the girl was being compelled to run and find what needed to be found.

And she did... she found her.

Olesya fell face first into plush fresh snow. She began to sit up only to look up and see the same little girl that everyone had been looking for, her cheeks pale and there was a dark liquid coating her neck and soaked into her light green shirt. And she was crying, hysterically crying, calling out for her mother, hands rubbing over and over again against her eyes.

“Rosi?” Olesya‘s voice was gentle, “Everyone’s looking for you.” She scrambled up from the snow and crawled closer to the crying girl, “What happened? Please dont cry, everything will be alright, no ones mad at you. Its ok.” She tried to reassure her, to make the girl stop crying.

Finally, to her releaf, Rosi, hiccuped and began to slow her crying. “No ones mad?” She asked softly as her eyes finally rising to look at her.

“No silly.” She gave a small smile.

“Olesya!!!” Yelled a familiar voice, the faint glow of torches now coming through the thick trees. “Olesya! Please!”

“Papa! Over here!! I found Rosi! I found her!” She was smiling now, as she stood and motioned the girl to do the same, “Its ok Rosi, lets go home.”

Heavy foot falls came up behind her and she heard her father begin to ask a question but it was quickly cut off as he ran past Olesya and Rosi do a dark patch just a few feet from where she had found Rosi crying.

“No... no no no...” was all her father could muster.

What Olesya saw that day was not something she would ever forget.

“What are you doing papa? She’s right here.” She motioned to her side, were Rosi was still walking with her over to her fathers side.

Before them was a small body, torso ripped open, jugular ripped open and neck snapped with pale brown hair sewn across the scarlet red snow...

Olesya... was confused. Rosi was right beside her. That... that couldn’t be her...

“I’m so sorry, my little star.” Her fathers voice shook as he spoke, he was saddened not only by the death of the little girl before him, but by the fact that his daughter had inherited the sight, just like his mother, and her mother before and so on. He had just hoped that since it hadn’t gone to Storna...

Her life was to change forever.

~~~

The horses hooves trotted pleasantly across the wooden bridge, her cream colored coat freshly brushed and mane braided in thoughtful swirls as the sound of glass bottles clanged together in her satchels, the only sound that could be heard for miles. Her breath tickled her cheeks, even though the sun was shining through the leafless trees.

Olesya was heading to town to trade with the local general store owner. She was usually the only one in her town that was able to do it seeing as they respected her enough not to cause any trouble. But her people could survive without the new comers to their lands. One day they simply just showed up, and started building structures, destroying the land, and disrupting the way of the land. The way Olesya saw it was, there was no claim on the land so why should they care? It wasn’t their land either way, but not all felt as she did.

It came into view, a small town, unlike her own spread out one. This was straight, packed close together, two story buildings with signs hanging and painted across the front. Even in the early morning everyone was already busy, students were doing their chores, waving to her every once and a while as she passed by small homesteads on her way in, the church doors were opening to reveal the pews, men were heading off to their ships to fish and work the land, women in large skirts were chatting with one another, all looking up as her horse trotted past.

While the women of their society wore skirts, billowing and flowing, her people wore pants, no matter the sex, unless for ritualistic purposes. They wore pale pastel colors, they wore pelts, carefully crafted to keep one warm in the winter. Her hair went down to her waist, many small braids decorating the pale white tresses, even a few feathers from a night when she allowed the girls to do it while she meditated. Even their complections were different, while the new comers were olive toned and dark haired, her people were fair skinned and light colored hair. They were so different and yet the same.

She gracefully got off of Holla, her wild horse, one that she had tamed herself, and tied her, getting the bag from her back and heading in, ignoring the various stairs she got even now knowing that they have all seen her before.

The bell chimed, “Good day, Joc,” she had picked up their language quickly.

The weathered man was tall and lanky, glasses slipping off of his nose as he looked up from his books and smiled up at her, “Always prompt as usual, Olesya.” He gave a small laugh and he rounded the corner and watched as she set her heavy load onto the counter. “What do you have for me this time, dear?” He asked as she started to hand him bottle after bottle of peach brandy, as well as herbs and medicines that she knew they used.

“Just what you asked for,” she was resectful to him, and his actions were always the same, he was also her elder so she treated him even more so, “And a little something for you.” She gave him a soft smile, her pale lips revealing straight teeth as she pulled out a store sign, carved from wood, ‘OPEN’ written in graceful scrolling letters. Joc had also been teaching her how to write their language and it was simply something to thank him with.

Setting down the bottle, “Oh!” His long fingers took the sign, a broad smile on his face now,”This is beautiful Olesya! Very nicely done!” He gave her hand a tight squeeze and imidetaly set it in the window, “There I think, that’ll do nicely. Don’t you think dear?” He was a happy old bat.

“Yes, I think so.” The door chimed again as Joc rounded the corner and came back to their transaction. Several footsteps going about the store behind her now.

“Well, just like we agreed,” his eyes peered through his glasses up at the people that were in the store now, he seemed unsettled all of a sudden. Olesya‘s brows came together and she looked up at him inquisitively but all he did was begin to grab her things, bullets, cheese, fabrics, spices...

“Oy!” Sounded a male voice behind her, she knew who it was, the voice distinguished, it was Clide, the owner of the brothel just across the road, she and him did not see eye to eye, “Hav you and your white faced people been good lately?” Her hand balled upon the counter, he was simply trying to get a rise out of her, “One of our towns girls has gone missin and I think it was you and your people, stealin our girls.”

“Olesya...” warned Joc as her hand twitched.

She knew what he was talking about one of their girls had gone missing and neither her people nor theirs could find her, little did they know was that she was standing right outside in the middle of the mud street...

He walked closer to her “Bet you people cant find her because you snows cant even find your own.”

She swirled on him, in one swift motion, feet barely moving, hand reaching down and pulling the loaded revolver at her hip, and cocking it as she raised it into his face.

“Shut your animal mouth.” She stated slowly and clear, wanting to wipe that cocky smirk off of his black bearded face.

“Don’t need to get so savage on me, snow.” Snow was supposed to be a derogatory insult but she didn’t see it as one. His hands up, and her finger still on the trigger, she heard the bell ring. Spurs clicked against the hardwood floors.

“Sheriff, how damn convenient of you to show your face.” Said Clide, his men laughing behind him now that they knew there was nothing she could really do. They were still afraid of her at least.

“Olesya, I suggest your finish up your business and I pretend I never saw this.” Stated the gruff, mustached man.

She gave a nod and put away her gun, grabbing her bag of goods and headed out the door past all of the damned men in her way.

“Olesya,” Sheriff Olson followed her out, “I need your help.”

She already knew what he was going to ask, “She’s dead Sheriff.” Her eyes glanced over his shoulder at the little girl walking down the street, her night gown muddy and a black stain covering her abdomen, “I would say some sort of animal attack, wolf?”

The sheriff knew about her gift but chose not to share it with the whole town knowing that they would be too frightened of her and her people to live in th somewhat peace that they were maintaining at the moment.

“No, Olesya, we already know about the first one, we-“

Her dark blue eyes snapped up to him, “There’s more?”

“Yes, theres been three.”

 

[Chaos]

It was a bright sunny morning on a tropical paradise, and an average height man with average good looks laid out on a hammock, yawning in the morning as several girls laid around him. They were all gorgeous and beautiful, and he had slept with nearly all of them. All of the ones that wanted to. Had he been here for weeks? Months? He could no longer remember, It was an undeniable paradise that he had found, and he made sure to write down the address. It was incredibly rare to find such a perfect place. No monsters to fight, no villains to thwart, no hostages to save. Just good food and good women. Somewhere back in his mind he knew, he Knew, the next planet was going to suck.
But, he had been here long enough. He had his fill of vacation, and needed some action. Perhaps he'd come back here after the next planet, or maybe the next one after that. Who knew, he didn't. That was for sure. But he liked it that way. Life was better as a mystery, never knowing what happens next.

He gave another yawn, stretching out and slipped out of the hammock and over a naked girl still fast asleep. He was wearing nothing but a pair of the most comfortable cotton pants he had ever worn, and had probably bought twenty pairs of each color from their people, with cheeseburgers. Thank goodness this paradise was not vegetarian.

He yawned again, and went into the small hut nearby where is clothes lay, fresh and clean. this man had striking blue eyes and well crafted medium length hair that always looked good. His skin was of a paler people but had a light tan, enough that he didn't glow in the dark. He had a strong athletic build and a nice tone to show it, one that women would enjoy feeling. He slipped off the oh so comfy pants, and regrettably set them aside. He then slipped on some clean underwear, and a pair of oh too familiar jeans. He put on fresh socks, and a pair of comfortable sneakers, and then a black t-shirt with a giant classic smiley face on it. How familiar it all felt, and for a moment, the pain and feelings of being in fight after fight flashed back to him. It was gone as soon as it came and he sighed, looking over at the leather trenchcoat that he had found on that monumental day. It had gotten through so many hells, and it was time to put it back on. He slipped it on and it felt like a second skin. He felt ready to go kick some ass.

As he then reached for his sword and gun though, familiar arms draped around his shoulders and the soothing voice of one of his favorites here pleaded with him, "Must you go? We've been enjoying your company and tales so much...." She spoke a unique language, but it had only taken him a week to learn it. He had always been a quick learner, fast on the uptake, he had to be, as much as he traveled.
"Yes, I must. The galaxy needs me. If I don't slay the monsters? Who will?" He then turned around to give the woman a very passionate kiss, his hands caressing her naked body all over. He would miss these people. Their customs, their food, their women, their very way of life. It was so peaceful and wonderful. But he couldn't stay forever and he knew it. As much as he wanted to, he had to go.

He strapped his custom long barreled Mk. 23 to the side of his hip, a powerful hand gun with a large caliber in it's own right, he had one custom made to be even better.
He then slung the sword, an ancient relic who's metallurgy he still was not sure on, across his back. Not the best way to carry a sword if he was going to use it, but he rarely did and it stayed out of the way up there.

Finally then, he looked down at the strangely light stoneish metal gizmo he had found on one of the most monumental days of his lives. A strange device that let him control the gates, open any one he came across and use it to take it to another world, any world at all. Most of them were controlled by pedestals, but some of them were missing theirs. This device let him circumvent that issue, so he was never trapped somewhere he didn't want to be.

He made a note of the rest of the cabin, everything was accounted for, and headed out.
The girls were waking up now, and they all required a good bye kiss. He happily obliged each and every one of them, before heading to the temple he had arrived from.
They had first thought he was a god, as they never used their gate, but he assured them he was not, just a man, an average man of average height and average good looks. He was no one special, just a man looking for a good time.

Half the village was there when he started dialing the gate, and as the blast shot out and the wormhole stabilized, they were all shouting good byes and farewells to him. He smiled, and waved back, promising to return within the year, or so he hoped, and then turned around to step through the gate...
"Fucking Hell It's Cold!" He shouted as he arrived on the other side, immediately regretting his decision.
The wind blew right into the cave he was in, high up on a wintry mountain. It blasted his face, but thanks to his coat the rest of him stayed warm. He pulled a winter hat from his coat, and stuck it on his head, before pulling out some warm gloves as well. He then made his way down the mountain, making a note to switch to boots when he got to somewhere warm.
Down below, past a forest, he could see warm looking cabins, it would be a few hours before he got there, so he hurried on his way.

 

[KayLove]

Although she told the Sheriff and she and her people would help look for the children she knew that they would not find anything. The creature was sated for now, it had gotten bolder, having the chance to take more than one child at a time and it took it. The Sheriff also hadn’t believed her the first time when she told him it was a monster and not some bandits or wolves and she knew that is what he still thought now.

The towns people did not believe in their ways, only their own, and she would do noting to chance their minds. Even as she looked over her shoulder as she sat upon her calm mare at the little ghost of a girl walking aimlessly around the wooden walkways of town, a pang of guilt ran through her stomach as all she wanted to do was tell her it was going to be alright and assure her parents that she wasn’t in pain any longer. But that had gone over so well the last time...

Olesya sighed as she headed home, her brown large rimmed hat pulled tightly over her head, shading her face from the sun. She felt a familiar chill run down her spine and didn’t have to look up from the trail to know that her old friend was ‘walking’ next to her.

“Hello, Rosi.” She gave a soft smile and looked down at the floating ghost beside her horse, she was the exact same as when she first saw her. Bloodied pale green shirt, tattered pants, and light brown hair moving as if she were really walking.

“Its back isn’t it?” She turned her unblinking, innocently wide eyes onto Olesya, “I can feel it...”

“Yes... I can too.” Her pale lips turned down as she looked up at the trail again, knowing that she would either stay by her side or disappear when she wanted, she had become so used to Rosi’s ghost that most of the time she didn’t even realize she was talking to her sometimes.

Olesya arrived to her small town, it wasn’t exactly a town, more like a single road that people might set up tents to sell their goods or work with the black smith, or trade furs. It was simple but worked. At the end of the small road she hopped off of her horse and didn’t bother to tie her, heading to the largest cabin in the town. The Hall. It was a steeple building, coming to a point and built with the largest oak trees in the forest. Smoke was constantly coming from it as the elders were the only ones allowed to live there if they so chose to.

She was a frequent visitor here. They needed her. She was the only one in town with the sight and it was simply coustomary for her to be in contact with the wise and most likely because they knew that they could leave this plane at any moment and wanted to know that she would be there to help them if they needed her.

Pushing the broad doors open she took a deep breath of incense and as she walked she peeled off her layers. Her thick fur coat, revealing a long sleeved billowy gray shirt, snitched at the waist by a metal forged corset, its brown leather decorated with various symbols of strength and beauty. It excentuated her waist, showing off her large hips and gave her breasts a nice perch to rest upon. Unwrapping the scarf from her neck slowly only to reveal the markings she was given as a child. Three tattooed lines that started at the base of her neck, they curved gracefully around the front and looked as if they wrapped around her collarbone, and went around to her spine before continuing down all the way to her tail bone. They had been painful, but the lines were simply a standard practice by her people, different lines meant different things.

Olesya continued deeper into the Hall, many of the elders reading or teaching the younger of their village. But she paid them no mind, seeking the eldest.

“Baba.” She nodded as she came forward to kneel upon the various cushions that decorated the floor surrounding the fireplace. ‘

Before her sat a woman, wrinkles with age and hair as white as snow, she smoked from a pipe, blowing circles at the fire crackled before her. “Hmm?” She blinked slowly a couple times before turning her attention to the blonde haired woman beside her.

“There’s been more.” She said with a worried tone, “There’s nothing that I can do, they are simply just going to end up like they always have...”

“This time its different.” Said the old woman, her tone sure and steady, “This time we are going to be the ones to soak the ground with its blood.” Her eyes were dulling in color but still as sharp as they always were.

“But baba-“

“Trust me.”

Olesya gave a heavy sigh and nodded, knowing that she could not argue with the woman, she did know thins at times. But she always took what was said with a grain of salt.

~~~

The day wore on and Olesya found herself doing what she normally did, doing what needed to be done around the village. As the sun rose higher in the sky, she stayed without her heavy coat, simply wrapping the red scarf around her neck and heading to the edge of the town to gather water from the stream.

“No, I dont think that Clide is anything close to as strong as our men. Why? Because all he does is hit women while ours keep their hitting to other men.”

Rosi was commenting on her day, being very vocal, “But he’s the alpha.”

“Maybe over there Rosi, over here he’s nothing. Why are your following me in to that town anyways? I told you not to.” Even though Olesya hadn’t seen her while she was there she knew that Rosi could make herself less visible to her sight.

“I got bored.” Her ghost apparition was sitting upon a log and swinging her legs back and forth, kicking at the water with no avail.

Olesya gave the ghost an annoyed huff. “Fine fine...” she started to hum to herself, kneeling at the waters edge and lifting the large clay jug and setting it under the freezing fresh water. Her humming turning to soft singing as she watched and waited for the water to fill. Often glancing up and around her, every sound seeming to become more threatening with the events of the day.

The sound of footsteps caught her attention, causing her singing to halt. They were faint and far off... but they were notable even over the babbling stream. She quickly stood and started to look out into the forest. Setting the jug down, in doing so she pulled a long blade from her boot, sharp, and easily thrown.

There was a crack of a branch to her left, she spun and threw the sharp blade without thinking. It flew through the air with deadly speed and sunk into the bark of a tree. She was already reaching into her other boot to pull out a second before she even heard it land.

 

[Chaos]

The snow was starting to soak through his shoes, much to his annoyance, he would have to put on fresh socks as well. Oh well, it was insignificant compared to other problems. He had a bad feeling about this forest. There was mostly likely a monster killing people here. Which meant he would have to fight said monster. Joy. He sighed, just once he wished he could fight a cotton candy monster. At least he'd have a fun snack afterwards. He just hoped this one wasn't a giant moose. "It's probably going to have massive horns... and long huge arms, and really sharp teeth.... Uhg..." He groaned, and kept on hurrying down the mountain.
After a while he could start to hear the sound of running water, and thought maybe he would stop and fill up some of his water bottles. He had quite a few, so he only filled up a few per planet, so as not to mess things up too much.
As he got closer he thought he heard the sound of someone talking, but it was faint. He decided to walk a little slower, so as not to spook them, but as soon he stepped on a branch, a knife came whizzing through the air, nearly took off an ear, and landed solidly in the tree next to him.
"Whoa! Whoa! Hey now! Calm down! Calm down!" He said in his native tongue, one very similar perhaps, to that of the new villagers, or perhaps nothing like it at all. He slowly moved to the side having thrown his hands up in defense, not wanting a knife in the skull. He moved until he could see the girl, and kept both eyes on her. "Sorry uh? Do you mind not killing me? I just had a very long treck down a very cold mountain and I just wanted to get some water. Please don't try to kill me." He said with held breath, watching her carefully. He wonder if she would even speak his language, the planets had such interesting diversity in dialogue, but most of it always ended up boiling down to the same basic patterns.

 

[KayLove]

Olesya froze and cocked her head to the side like a curious cat. It wasn’t the monster she was expecting. He was clothed strangely but she noted the familiar signs of a weary ill prepared traveler when she saw one. She quickly let her arm drop and slip the blade back into place. His words were almost like that of the new comers, his inflections might have been slightly different and pronunciation. But she could understand him like she did the others.

“Just what I need... more new comers.... Getting themselves killed.” she said in her native tongue, the Nordic words slipping easily off her tongue, as he looked passed him to make sure he was alone and then around them. Rosi had vanished, like she usually did in commotion. They were alone. Most likely.

Olesya took a deep breath, her leather waist corset streatching in protest. Her striking eyes returned to him, suspicious still of his presence, “Fine, I won’t try to kill you.” She said blatantly as she returned to her own jugs, pushing up her gray sleeves once again to kneel down and finish filling up the heavy clay jug.

She allowed him to move without her eyes upon him, but the silence and curiosity was defining in her head, “Did you intentionally climb up the mountain at this time of...” she couldn’t remember the word in their language for winter, “cold? Or are you just that stupid?”she was truly curious but she also didn’t understand why someone would take the chance of being stuck on a freezing mountain with the winter coming swiftly.

Olesya gave a soft grunt as she lifted the heavy jug from the water and set it next to the other. Crossing her arms and turning towards him for an answer.

 

[Chaos]

He smirked as she spoke, why, the almost sounded like, Old Nordic! What were the odds. This would make things much easier to communicate with her and her people. He laughed slightly at the mention of him getting himself killed, and breathed when she said she wouldn't kill him. "Well then." He said, speaking to her in his own tongue still, "I am much obliged then." he said with a smile, taking note of her western wear.
He reached into his cote, and after a few long moments he pulled out a pair of military surplus canteens, shook them to make sure they were empty, and filled them up with the ice cold water. He knelt there for a moment in though as he put them back in his coat, and then leaned down to scoop some water to taste it. Ice cold and pure. Delicious. He then reached into his coat and after an even longer moment, he pulled out a large cylender bottle with 'Nalgene' on the side of it, and filled that one up to. He put it back in his coat as well, and stood up, staring out over the water's surface.
He turned to her as she asked why he climbed up the mountain, but before he could answer she asked if he was stupid. He just laughed, a big heart laugh, and it went on for a bit. He soon grinned, and turned to face her squarely. "Well," He said in as close to her native tongue as he could. "I actually didn't climb up the mountain, but rather down. You see, I'm not exactly from around here, and there's this big giant ring in a cave waaaay near the top. I take it your people do not use it? I didn't not see any sort of path up there." He shrugged, and stuck his hands in the coat pockets, leaning against the tree where the knife still was stuck in it. "I'm not as stupid as some might think, but please don't tell them that, I prefer it when people underestimate me." He said with a toothy grin, staring at her still. "Is your village nearby? I would like somewhere warm to sit down so i can change out of these shoes and into some warm boots."

 

[KayLove]

The blondes brows furrowed together as she heard him speak her language, well close to it at least. It was a bit rusty but she knew what he was saying. Olesya was slightly impressed as she knelt down to pick up the long sterdy wooden staff and wrap around each neck of the jugs before lifting them over her shoulder, leaving the third one on the ground.

“You are a crazy one, traveler.” She shook her head at his words, unbelieving that there was a portal to another world atop the mountain that she had lived by for her whole life. She took several long strides towards him, the jugs on either end of the pole swinging gently, wrapping her pale fingers around the hilt of the blade and pulling it out with ease, “I am not the one you must convince of your smarts, after all you almost died a couple minutes ago.” She gave him a small smirk, meeting his studying eyes with her own blue ones, slipping the blade into its place in her belt.

“Come,” she turned away from him and started to walk towards her village, “Take that with you.” She told him, motioning to the third jug, he might as well make himself useful if she was going to get him out of the cold.

“So, you’re not from anywhere around here... Then where do you come from?” She was indulging his weaving thread of a story. Still not really believing him but she did enjoy a good story. She lead him through the forest, a winding path, the familiar weight of the staff heavy upon her shoulders. Her footfalls so quiet compared to his.

 

[Chaos]

He smirked as she called him Traveler, not knowing that that was his nickname that he always went by. He however, said nothing, and simply watched and listened to her with a small smirk on his face. The smallest of smiles appeared on his face as she commented on how he almost died, but it quickly went away as he nodded solemnly. "Yes, you're right. I am very lucky you missed with that knife." He said, his blue eyes meeting her blue eyes as they stared back at each other, and he tried very hard, and succeeded, to keep a straight face. She was quite pretty, he also noted, and wanted to kiss her, but experience had taught him that would end poorly for him.
When she turned away from him he did as she asked and moved to pick up the jug, hesitating as he found it to be a tad on the heavy side, at least for walking a long distance, and contemplated something for a moment. In the end, he decided just to carry it, as he was a man, who was strong, and did not need to reveal too many of his secrets if he could help it.
"I don't like to talk about home..." He said quietly but audibly, before speaking up, "But the last place I visited, the one I just came from, was a heck of a lot nicer then here. Sunny beaches, countless beautiful women, and not one, single, damn, monster... Not one. It was perfectly peaceful... Do you have any idea how rare that is?" He sighed, shaking his head, he wished he hadn't had to leave those beaches. "I am, so sick of monsters. The galaxy if full of them. And they're not always big brutish creatures. Sometimes they're people who look just like you and me." He sighed, shaking his head. "By the way, I got this bad feeling when I got here, I don't get those a lot. Something about this place just feels wrong..." He slowly looked up to her, and wondered for a moment, before shrugging. She seemed normal. She didn't believe everything he had said, which was normal. Still, hadn't she been talking to someone when he came close? Or was that just singing, oh well.
"By the way..." He said, concern and question in his voice. "There uh... Haven't been any mysterious deaths have there? Women kidnapped from the village? Hearts ripped out of chests mysteriously over night? Possibly with surgical precision? ... Any... Children? Going missing?" He asked, studying her, his guard up in case she reacted unfavorably. "Because I kind of make it a point to get involved and put a stop to things like that. I can't help myself. I'm a damned fool. Can't tell you how many kings and emperors I've toppled for being corrupt. It was quite a lot. Well, maybe not more then I could count on two hands but more then most people for sure." He said, and sighed. "Please tell me your village is completely peaceful and I don't have to fight any scary monsters." He said, looking hopefully to her.
(*sudden roar in the background.* "crap.")(le joke)