Muscles moved and pressed against. The soreness drifting from his body in what seemed like a wave of release. Groans escaping from his lips as Sybil pressed on various parts of his pecs. A smile of pleasure across his face, the fang like canine teeth showing clearly for Sybil to see. His eyes closed as he pushed into Sybil's hands.
"I've... Heard of them, yes. But they're so rare here that... I didn't fully... Know."
"Rare. I see, do the men here not have anything to celebrate? To remember?" He rolled his chest up as spoke. Urging Sybil's hands to explore lower. Working down to his abs and hips. "My Brother and I, we often ran into beasts. Training against one another is a good way to develop skill. But nothing compares to fighting against the real thing. We walked the wall often and even ventured out into the fields." he said, beginning on a story that Sybil didn't even need to ask for. Pausing for a brief moment to take in another view of Sybil. Eyes scanning down their body, hooked on their hips any time they leaned across his chest or shifted.
"The grass would swallow you. Being so short, you would be lost within an instant." he teased, relaxing again. He groaned against their hands. Enjoying the primal urge that was over coming him with every movement that they made. "My brother and I would hunt often. We went into the fields. He lead, the stealthier of the two of us and the quicker.. And we searched, moving slowly. Waiting for a creature worth carrying back to the city. We found one or I should say one found us."
Attention, pushed to the center of the circle. Eyes on him in this moment as he told his stories. Remembering the fights and hunts of his past. The joys of his childhood, unknown to the rest of the world. The danger that he lived in, the chance of death around every tree trunk. His life was different from the students and he was more than happy to share it.
"It was a cat like beast. A maw of sharp teeth ready to rip off our flesh with easy. A tail, bladed, filled with venom and anger. Claws as sharp as blades." he went on describing the cat like creature. It's rapid movement and the striking of it's tail. "My brother was struck by the tail, he went down. He fired his arrows into the beast. While I charged at it head long, shield in one hand ax in the other. I fought the beast as it clawed and struck at me." he said using a hand to gently grasp Sybil's and lead them to the larger scars on his chest.
He continued to spin the tale of their battle. Man verses beast. "I split it's skull open, unfortunately. Because of our injuries, we had to leave the prize behind. But a victory is a victory." he said. The man would go quiet again as Sybil worked. Enjoying the prize that he was given.
"Er... I might have to leave. Or sleep on your floor."
His indigo eyes opening with a flutter. Rising from his resting position, he sat up. Now looking down at Sybil, he shook his head. "Stay. It is not safe for you to travel alone. Share my bed, you will be safe and can leave in the morning." he said before pausing to look over the student. If one had limited space, there weren't very many options. "If you are not comfortable with sharing a bed, than I shall sleep on the floor. You need the rest." he said, his tone firm. He would rise from the bed and retrieve his cloak from the dresser. Tossing it on the floor to make a makeshift bed for himself.
