-‡- 56th Trial of the Rebirth Cycle 720 -‡-
-‡- Sapphire enrichened with streaks of black took the grizzly beasts attentions as Coroth descended from the skies. The length of the dozens of feathers that weaved smoothly behind him and well out to his sides in their spanning length drew the glaze of the beasts eyes into a severing haze between venting his aggression out further upon the aged cabin, and fear of the unknown as the rare winged man came from above into his domain.
The winds that came from the beating of his wings spread the air below him in an emcompassing pass that sent dust and dried grass to roll along the earth to catch against rock crevices half-buried in the ground, and the wood slats of the cabin along the porch. The grizzled fur of the beast swayed and weaved with the current until he landed his own claws into the earthen ground a safe distance from the creature. Safe enough that he could fly back into the air if he sought to.
The beast hunkered down, eyeing him with a lowered head whilst its' lips snarled with the glint of crimson, bloodied teeth within. Coroth in turn hefted up his spear bearing it against his waist where a groove was edged into the leathers of his cuirass that it seemed to have begun to wear a pressured length along. His hands bristled along the wood of the shaft that lengthened out before him. Twisting the metal end that shimmered beneath the down-falling light from the skies above. Letting the white glint off of the reflective steel and catch the creatures eye as its' length proposed two sets of sharpened edges that would pierce its fur with ease.
A rumble was coaxed out of the bear to the threat, one that it revealed was not its' first. It turned about to head in another direction, and to leave the cabin alone as the threat was implied. As it turned about, a few scars were revealed along its' thick beastly torso. The pelt of fur that could be his if he killed it was missing fur along lengths of it here and there where it was stabbed and slashed by one blade or another in its lifetime. Yet it still lived.
The heavy footfalls of its broadcasting weight lumbered off of the echoing planks of the porch as it left the cabin and meandered off a short distance away where the land began to weave downhill into a handful of bushes and towering stalks of trees whose branches rose above ones head. It halted slightly down the slope, where hidden from the avriels perspective was a body, already mangled and bloodied to an extent that quickly allowed Coroth to surmise the victim was long dead.
The huge creature lumbered up to it, and wrestled the man by the neck into it's flesh penetrating maw. Blood drizzlingly began pouring forth from the penetrating tips now being used to haul the limp corpse with it as it headed north where the creek poured forth from the enclave of boulders and the precipice of the cave further beyond the cabin. The two were eyed attentively as it perhaps was heading for its home. Needless to say, in moments following, the cave was entered where the darkness from its depths concealed it further from sight.
Coroth lowered his spear as he waited, until it was out of sight and did not return. A thick brown brow unraised itself from unquestioning thoughts before he'd let the butt of the shaft thud onto the porch and be used as a crutch to lean upon as his lighter weight passed the distance to the scratched over door. A trail of several marks from the beasts claws had gauged several lengthening marks along the door and frame itself. The timbers used to make the cabin were thick enough to forbid it's strength, but it was now permanently marred.
From within, the sounds of a quivering lola could be heard, whimpering in abject fear sounded through the cracks of the door and perhaps a nearby window that had no glass pane, only shutters that were in partial disarray from age and lack of maintenance. His voice rose up, a sunderance of strength and unworldly confidence that had perhaps had a little to do with scaring off the beast spilled through the cabins walls to reach her ears with a trickle left from it's barrier.
"…at least your still alive…I'm not sure who the other one..was..," Coroth spoke with some hesitation, for his common was still not so well, and some of the words had to be spoken in Lorien since he knew not what they were..or had a translation for them yet. Lola at times caught on to what he was trying to say to enough of an extent that she could get along with him, she was also vividly submissive to him, and went along with just about anything he put her up to anyways.
The sounds of her pattering bare feet racing across the cabin door to the sound of his voice reached his lucidly placed ears. A demure gaze weaved back to the cave further upwards along the rising land beyond. Till the demure scent of her breaths panting and exhilerated with fear and gladness that he was there to save her, again came forth in her breaths filled with renewed hope and happiness. Such sweet dulcet sounds came from her lips at times, pleasing things that sounded so sweet to his ears that only a passionate young woman could hope to produce.
In moments, the sound of the log that he taught her to use to bar the door with was drawn aside, and slid thuddingly to the floor along the wall to worry him that it was too heavy for her to use, and the planks of the floor perhaps too old to bear its hammering during daily use. When the door did come ajar, the feint softness of her fur-lining attire came to his eyes attention, and the spillage of precious cleavage within that were uplifted with her arms as they were flung about his broadening shoulders. Shoulders bearing pauldrons of reptilian leather and their spikes that she knew well enough to avoid as they snuck between them and his neck, pulling herself against him and sneaking her femininely soft curves back into the prowess of his still youthfully budding strengths.
His own lecturous arms folded easily beneath her lifted arms, her slender figurine pulled in gratuitously to his physique to draw in upon her emotions and welcome her back into the safety of his embrace. Shadows of fearful whimpers explained herself beneath his ear that sent electric sensations through him in other ways that they normally spoke to him whilst within the furs. Eyes widening in pique before dousing back into a demure of thudding hearts. Her smaller feet were in the air by that moment, her arms were strong enough to hang herself from his neck. All the more easier with the aid of his arms at her waist. Ripples of her skirts caught above his arms and weaved into a few layering ripples of cloth whilst his arms remained pinned against such material to feel the softer womanly curvitures within. He took her inside afterwards. A passing glance lastly given over his shoulder before the squeek of the door frame being drawn back into a state of closure would take them from view from anything else outside. Then other squeeks would begin.
