She was leading them places again. Not that she was able to figure much out about scents. She had yet to find a familiar one and felt just as frustrated as Ultyr was likely with her at this point. She wanted to do good, she really did. She wanted to please him to keep him being kind to her. She didn't want to go back to the way she had been treated before.

He had her eating almost daily now, shoving things like livers and other protein rich foods at her and demanding she eat them. The results were starting to show, and she kind of enjoyed it. Her ribs she couldn't see them anymore, and her stomach wasn't as sunken in. He was a benevolent as he said God. She was honestly starting to believe it too. He didn't practice horrid things and was sweet with her, mostly. He still seemed to want to demand her to eat more. She had no clue why.

She moved with a small pep to her step. The air here she could tell something was different. She turned and gave him a smile, she wasn't as afraid to look upon him anymore but she still had a decent amount of sense to not try to upset him. She had been insistent about this direction to him as well. They had passed that strange smell again but she still couldn't put her paw on just why she should know it. She had been looking for seashells along the shore when she smelled it but it was gone just as soon as she smelled it.

She gave a small spin in her place in her excitement as she then started trotting again. She knew this smell. Sulfur and water. She hadn't seen a hot spring in what felt like forever. She dashed to a nearby pool and grinned to herself. She wasn't going far from him she hoped he knew. She looked down in the water. It was so clear she could almost see the sky and her own reflection. She turned her face this way and that as she looked at herself in the water. Her cheeks had filled out though she was still slim, she had Ultyr to thank for that. Her little tail gave a wag at that. She was still uncertain with others but she had sort of figured out where she stood with Ultyr. She did whatever he wanted and in turn she was rewarded with food and safety from the world. She had smelled another male on him recently though and she kind of wanted to meet them, if they were friends with Ultyr then they would obviously be safe for her.

"Things I Hear"

His firey gaze would linger as she walked around. Tracing the curves of her body as she filled out. She was almost ready. Almost. Surely Abaddon wouldn’t mind since Ultyr was the god-prince, slated to be the high holy God King of Archnemes. Any bastards he sired would just be that. Bastards, slaves, servants, soldiers. He had plans for the progeny between himself and Abaddon. He would sanctify Abaddon, and they would rule together, he decreed it. His kitten was nothing more than a walking womb to him. Though she had very useful skills, he knew he had her wrapped around his paw like a good little devotee.

She was nothing but his father’s leftovers, but also the last leftovers of his fathers he could cling to.

He had grown frustrated with their travels. He was nigh done letter her lead him about. She couldn’t track worth shit despite her penchant for geography and maps.

He saw her little spin. He narrowed his eyes to watch her skitter onward following a smell. He trailed after her.

They came upon some hot spring pools. Was this what grabbed her sense of smell? A muscle twitched around his eye.

He was following but not as fast as before and she had to wonder if he was upset with her. But she also had a idea and moved to him and got behind him and aimed to push him towards the pool with her paws on his thigh.

His highness and her master had hardly been to a hot spring since Archnemes she figured. When was the last time he let warm waters sooth him? She may not be able to speak but she was going to try. He was so uptight, always seemed stressing about this or that. When was the last time he relaxed? She knew she wouldn't actually be able to budge him but hopefully he got the memo.

Her paws would return to the ground and she was returning to the side of the pool and shrugging her bag off before looking towards him, if he hadn't gotten the memo her paw was lifting and she was pointing at him then the spring. She may only be a farmers daughter but she knew how a sore muscle could be soothed. With how they had been running around ragged it was a wonder he wasn't sore visually. He also had no idea the other idea in her little head. She had a lot to thank him for lately. She couldn't tell him with words but actions were everything.

"Things I Hear"

He flicked his head to the side as a strong smell came to waft at his nose, was that...? He watched her bound around him and felt the small little paws push against his thigh toward the smell. He narrowed his gaze at her, what was she playing at? She continued to lead him through the foliage and there he saw several steaming pools of water! When was the last time he had his holy body cleansed? Was the temperature safe?

His eyes of fire orange watched her place her bag down and use every muscle in her body to urge him in, pointing and gesturing. He couldn't help but the satisfied smile creep over his lips. The temptation was certainly thrilling...

He sniffed the water, it was not the perfumed baths of Archnemes but natural springs would be enough to ease the aches. Perhaps he could ignore her tantalizing scent for a while longer.

Slowly he tested the hot waters and found them pleasantly warm. He eased into the mineral waters with a groan. Losing himself in the pleasant sensation of floating before he peeked an eye open to keep tabs on his slave.

He seemed to get the idea finally. And she watched as he moved and slid into the waters. Her ears pricking at his groan. Had he been hiding something the whole time?

She moved, following him and slipping into the hot water after him. Her supplies were left safely on the shore as she swam after him. She broke off though going for a side. Her paws finally finding a rock that would help her balance and sit. She took a paw and quickly scrubbed at herself, scrubbing scents off, unaware he watched her. Though she finished quickly, before moving to the edge of the pool again and sitting herself to wait for him to be done, though her eye was on something else. Her want to make sure he was happy, or as happy as he could be.

Her idea to find some kind of metal in a wreckage or something to melt down and cap his claws or fangs in wasn't going to be easy. At least one thing was certain, this hotspring might help him be less mean and gruff, though she had no clue that was linked to her heat cycle. She turned to look at Ultyr then. Ocean and fire meeting for a moment.

"Things I Hear"

He hadn't realized how much his body was holding itself together like a coiled spring under a mountain. His shoulder and paws had ached after so long walking and hunting and traipsing over saints knows where and what. He sank deeper into the water, just enough to keep his nose clear as he watched her scrub her fur clean. His eyelids drooped heavily as the water loosened his tender muscles. He hadn't realized that perhaps that underlying pain had made him more irritable of late.

He lifted his frame and began scrubbing the dirt and grime off himself. It had been so long that he wondered how the spring remained so clear as the mud and soil of their travels clouded the waters briefly.

The last time he had a bath... Hmmm... the vision through his dark lashes obscured his view and it was almost as if the judilan prince of snow and smoke was here with him again. The memory sparked his drive to find his Angel. All would be right again once he was found, once they were reunited. Abbadon, his Angel of Destruction. An ocean blue orb caught his firey gaze, he held her eyes, one clouded from blindness... If you mixed them together then perhaps the storm blues of Abaddon could be seen. He looked away from her, intent to chase away any thoughts of hopeless melancholy in missing his Abaddon. He misses him so that he can find him. He missed him more than those blasted bronze nail caps his father stripped from him. How he loved to run them through his pale grey fur.

Her eye looked away when his did. She should help his muscles like a good slave. A blush came to her face at the thought though, he might take it as something else.

She needed to be a good slave though. So she was moving towards him. Her confidence was minute. She didn't know if this was overstepping. But he did a lot of hunting and stuff for her. She paddled her way to him, taking a position behind him before reaching out her paws and beginning to try to work the nots from his shoulders and neck. Her paws were not experienced but she hoped it would do.

Of course if he told her to stop she would. Her ears were perked for his words.

"Things I Hear"