paralyzing comfort

*Nibelheim* · 10-14-2013, 12:53 PM

Terror, sharp and pungent, assaulted his senses in unfetter ed waves to the point where his olfactory sense almost felt abused by the stench it created. The suddenness of the female?s animation admittedly started him, Nibelheim would never admit to it but he did jump a little as she roused at his touch and fought a pitiable battle with gravity to erect herself before him. He might have laughed aloud at the scene had the circumstances been slightly different however his mind was already churning as to what uses the little girl might present for him and held back the bubbles of mirth that tickled his throat.

He remained a motionless fixture in the meadow as the scarred woman gathered herself, making vain attempts to regain some semblance of composure. Her fear disallowed this motion however and it was with a sudden clarity that he came to deduce her behavior validated the healing injuries. She was very likely an ostracized female. Ousted from her pack to wander until death claimed her or she lucked out and was admitted into another group who could spare the resources to care for her. Very few were capable of admitting loners and expending much needed faculties on those too weak to actively contribute. Thankfully for her Nibelheim could not be counted among the majority and saw her plight as a window opportunity that he would happily jump through.

A smirk touched his lips as she fretted and exuded submission. He would need to win her trust for anything beyond a tentative relationship to be formed which would take more time than he might?ve deemed worthwhile. But winter was long and universally boring as far as seasons went so he wouldn?t object to the task. ?Shh, shh, little liebling do not be upset.? He shushed her in his accented rumble, pasting a look of worry and cautious concern on his visage but remained at the distance she had placed between them. ?I not mean to scare. Your injuries are quite numerous; I feared you had already passed.? He said, expelling what he hoped was a sigh of relief.

Quietly he nudged the pheasant he had dropped, letting it roll limply in her direction. ?You are too thin liebling. Eat and then talk.? Would she be more comfortable if he was not in such a powerful position? Thinking this might alleviate some of her concerns, if only a little bit, Nibelheim slowly slid down into a laying posture and relaxed.

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