Clever as the Devil, and Twice as Pretty
Oxx
Field Medic
06-19-2021, 10:30 PM
The way the monstrous brute purred her own words back to her as if repeating a threat put her on edge, but there was little she could do about it now. She could try to run, and maybe she'd get away from him, or maybe she wouldn't and she'd end up pissing him off. It was a gamble; a toss-up that she wasn't sure she'd come out on top of. Irilyth followed behind him, having to walk a good pace faster to keep up with the large man with his long legs. Gods, she could practically fit perfectly beneath him and still be able to walk comfortably, he was so big! As daylight slipped further and further away, night began to overtake the forest, and with it the slate-furred man became more and more like living shadow again. Were she not so close to him, it was entirely possible Irilyth would have lost him in the dying light. The rumble of distant thunder and the static in the air tingled at the ends of her fur, warning her of the encroaching storm. Perhaps it would pass over them, or perhaps it would miss them entirely. Iri quivered a little as the dark thought of what sorts of sounds he could elicit than heavy thunder could cover up.
The still nameless brute asked where her keeper was. Not her name, not anything about her, where her keeper was. That suited Irilyth just fine; she hadn't asked his name either. She shouldn't have been surprised by his question. It was painfully obvious that she was not built for survival on her own. Of course someone had to be keeping her alive. "He met with an accident. It was quite a shame, really. Messy too. I'm on my own for now," she remarked, her words cryptic and yet also glaringly obvious with the meaning. Yes, her keeper had met an untimely fate. But had it been an accident, or an accident by design? Was she innocent or culpable in the outcome? That was a mystery she didn't reveal. A girl had to have some secrets, especially if he was the type of brute she would have to keep interested or entertained.
Keeping up with him was becoming a little challenging. Irilyth frowned, putting her mind to work to try and figure out how to solve her problem. The answer came to her as the two voles began to pass the silhouette of another toppled log, this one significantly smaller than the one he had been sleeping on. Grinning at her own idea, Irilyth rushed up and climbed the log with smooth leaps until she was about as high as he was tall. When he walked by the log, Irilyth gracefully dropped her lithe body down across his back, her paws wrapping around his muscular neck while she straddled his back with her thighs holding snug around his midsection. She could feel every powerful cord of muscle and sinew under her paws as they trailed through his coat, marveling at his brute strength and Adonis-like physique.
"It was getting a little hard to keep up with you and I didn't want to lose you in the dark," she spoke from his back while dainty paws rubbed along the muscles in his shoulders. "I hope I'm not too much to handle." Of course she knew a wolf like him would have been able to scoop a wolf as small and light as her up and carry her off at his whim with no effort, but the little teasing challenge for him to prove his might was her way of playing with him in return. But would he continue to play along, or would he try to throw her from his back like a wild mustang?
