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Rowan let a small growl slip from his throat as he felt nails digging hard into his back. The points burnt with pain, and yet despite not being a masochist, the pain sent a sharp stab of pain-induced lust through him. He could feel her pussy getting wetter, allowing his cock to glide in and out of her body effortlessly, his cock now completely welcomed by her pussy, as if his cock belonged there, giving her mind-blowing pleasure. Rowan cupped her cheek, watching mesmerised at the expression of ecstasy that twisted on her face. He could see the pleasure and the lust that glazed her eyes, and felt proud that he was able to reduce her to the point where she wasn’t able to even formulate any coherent words. He always loved reducing his partners to this state, and it only spurred his hips on faster, slamming into hers and joining them in the most intimate of ways. A soft growl escaped his throat as he could feel his orgasm beginning to push against him and he tried as best as he could to hold it back. He wanted to enjoy the feeling of her deflowered pussy for as long as he could before claiming her fully and allowing himself the pleasure of tainting her pussy with his cum. That line of thought didn’t help him and his cock drove deep into her cunt, fucking every inch of her cavern. Her pussy had become so wet, that he could hear the squelching of her pussy mingling with the slap of their hips and the moans of her pleasure. It created a beautiful symphony of sounds that he could listen to, for eternity. He could never tire of it. Rowan pressed his lips to her throat, kissing her soft skin. He could taste her salty sweat, and couldn’t help himself from pressing his tongue against her skin to lap it up, finding the taste intoxicating. He then gritted his teeth as his hips buckled for a moment, as he felt his orgasm threatening to burst like a dam. He brought his lips to her ear, letting out a soft, lust-filled growl as he whispered, “I’m going to cum, Natia. I’m going to fill you with everything I have.” He then let out another growl as he could no longer hold back. His hips slammed against hers several times as he tried to control himself, but it was all for nothing. His hips pushed against hers, pressing as hard as he could against her and burying his cock as deep in her body as it was possible. He could feel the pinch of her cervical wall against the head of his cock, her delicious cunt gripping tightly around his cock. There seemed to be a pause that was both quick and yet seemed to last an eternity, before Rowan let out a soft groan of pleasure down Natia’s ear as he started cumming hard. His cum fired out the tip of his cock, spewing into the deepest part of her pussy and flooding her womb with his cum.

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As Izanagi continued talking, Daedrin tilted his head to the side slightly, listening intently. While his head was tilted to the side towards his companion, his eyes were fixed in front of them. He felt that it was a good thing he was able to multitask, as he was able to listen to Izanagi while also remaining on alert for anything to jump out. The howls he had heard earlier had put him on edge, and he didn’t want to be surprised. He was sincerely hoping not to encounter any Hounds this early on, and hoped that it was just a pack of wolves that were out hunting for the morning. Even so, he found Izanagi’s explanation fascinating. He had never heard of that ability before, and he was sure that his father would be interested in it. As Izanagi demonstrated his Hell Chain, Daedrin’s red eyes were fixed upon it, studying it. He was glad that his eyesight was so sharp, as it allowed him to see detail that perhaps even Izanagi missed. He could see why the man used it as a weapon, it even appeared versatile. Then Izanagi went on to talk about his eye, causing him to simply nod in return as he wondered just how far that sight went and how detailed it was, but he didn’t press the issue. Instead, he nodded before saying, “Impressive. I’ve never seen anyone with that chain ability before, and I’ve seen a lot of people with a wide range of abilities.” He turned his head out towards the forest once again, gazing into its depths as he heard another distant howl. He tilted his head slightly, eyes narrowing as he gently probed around them telepathically while remaining clear of Izanagi’s mind to prevent alerting the man to what he was doing and to prevent the normal paranoia that came with telepaths, but he couldn’t feel anything close by. He then snapped his head back to Izanagi once again at his question. He frowned slightly, almost about to ask if it was his iris or the whites of his eyes he was talking about, but he kept his mouth shut as he probed his memory. After a few moments, he realised what Izanagi had seen and winced slightly, “That was my anger getting out of control.” He said, trying to think of what to actually say to cover his tracks. There was no way he was going to come out and admit that he was partly Daedric, as most people in Craethiel would pick up weapons against him and try and attack. He breathed out of his nose before saying, “It’s an ability I picked up from my father. You were quite lucky in that what you saw was only a glimpse of what it can do. It’s basically a type of psychological attack, of intense Killing Intent. It can cause hallucinations, and even death from fright. Not even the most battle hardened person can handle it. The only ones that can, are perhaps beings like demons, or those with strong telepathic abilities like the Eldyrannth.” He explained, before adding, “I usually use it as a way to avoid conflict when I need, or want to although it usually leaves the victim psychologically scarred for the rest of their lives.” He then gave a slight shrug, glad that this was the ability he had to explain, and not the other.

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Daedrin watched the other man as he moved over to Lucky, stroking her on the neck in an almost affectionate gesture. His eyebrows twitched slightly upwards as he listened to what the man said, before he turned his head to look at Daegrin who was nibbling on a piece of grass. Daedrin then looked back at Izanagi, “I understand what you’re talking about, in both instances. I always think the root of a problem should be addressed, it’s just that you and I disagree on how it should be done, or even where that root is. As for the anger issues, I understand because anger is a hard emotion for me to keep under control as well. Believe it or not, I have a storm of emotions. But I have learnt over the years how to keep myself calm, and how to better control myself.” He said before he tore his gaze away from his companion and strode over to the tree. He picked up his bedroll, rolling it up before carrying it over to Daegrin before hooking it onto him. He then moved back over to the campfire, picking up the clean pots and bowls before tucking them away again. They had not had breakfast yet, but Daedrin didn’t want to linger with the dead troll but it wasn’t all lost since they could merely eat dried meat strips. It would hold them over until the midday meal at least. Once the utensils were packed away, Daedrin returned to the fire, kicking the stones away and dismantling it. He spread the ashes around, scattering the leaves around the place to hide any evidence that they were even there. Some creatures in the forest were intelligent enough to track through evidence of their passage, such as campfires. He repeated this action with the cave inside of the tree, before he was satisfied that he had hidden their tracks pretty well. Nodding to himself, Daedrin turned and moved over to Daegrin, digging through their food pack and pulling out some strips of meat before he turned and gave it to Izanagi, “Here. Your breakfast.” He said, before he turned around and mounted onto Daegrin, settling himself comfortably in the saddle. He gripped the reins before turning Daegrin and nudging him forwards at a walk which would allow them to eat. He glanced behind him at Izanagi, before pulling Daegrin so that he was riding beside the man. He reached back, pulling out some strips of meat for himself before he turned and looked at Izanagi once again, “I have some burning questions about you. You don’t have to answer if you don’t feel like it, but I’m too curious not to ask. What were those chains that you used to stop the trolls club? And what is the deal with your eye? It feels quite… familiar. The only person that makes me feel that kind of gaze is a what we call a Soul Seer. Someone that is able to see souls.” He said, watching Izanagi carefully, making sure to keep his expression neutral. After all, the last thing he wanted was to make it seem as if Daedrin was judging the man.

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Her shout to bite her harder, made Rowan’s jaw twitch in desire and his canine teeth itch and ache with the desire to sink into her flesh and draw blood from her. He had to pulled his head back slightly to stop himself from drowning into the urge, even as his upper lip curled slightly as is preparing to latch onto her neck. He was completely oblivious to his surroundings, not noticing that the air had become cooled against his skin, heated as it was from his desire and need for Natia. The only thing he did notice was the fact that he wasn’t sweating as he might normally be, doing such a vigorous activity in the afternoon heat. But that did not matter to him. Right now, his entire world was Natia and she was all that mattered. He felt Natia’s limbs cling onto him tighter as she rolled her hips against his, increasing the heat and the friction between them, almost causing him to let out a low groan. His ears twitched slightly at her proclamation and his lips automatically sought hers and he kissed her deeply and passionately, his tongue exploring every inch of her mouth in the dominating kiss. When his lungs burnt for air, he pulled back slightly, his lips still ghosting against hers as he panted deeply, “F-fuck, Natia… I love you, too… God, you’re so perfect…” He groaned against her lips. The moments those words left his lips, the urge became too much for him to resist. His lips pulled away from hers before they pressed against the smooth, unblemished skin of her neck. He tried to lessen the urge by kissing the exposed skin, but the contact sent a wave of sharp, fiery desire through him, coiling in his stomach and burning in his brain like a wildfire. It blanked out all thought, and he moved by complete instinct. His lips pressed against her pale skin, before his mouth opened wider and his sharp canine teeth pressed against her flesh. There was a moment where he could feel the resistance of her skin before it suddenly disappeared and his teeth sank into the flesh of her neck. Immediately, his mouth was filled with her blood and he automatically swallowed it down. The blood was so hot, and despite the strong metallic taste, it was also sweet which rather matched her disposition, a fact that surprised him. It was the sweetest blood he had ever tasted and he couldn’t help but to hungrily drink another mouthful before pulling away. His tongue pressed against the puncture holes, licking them as blood continued to ooze out of the wounds. He doubted she knew what he had just done, but at the moment he didn’t care. He was swept up in the heat of the moment and what he had done felt right. With his face buried against her neck, his hips began moving even faster, picking up pace. He could feel that her pussy had slowly loosened out around him, making it feel less choking around his cock but she was still incredibly tight. The tightest pussy he had ever had the pleasure of fucking. His knees were planted firmly, not allowing him to shift around on top of her. This allowed him to put more power behind his almost frantic thrusts as he slammed his hips against hers. He could no longer restrain himself as he started fucking her hard into the tunic below them, not caring if her screams attracted the entire population of the forest. All he cared about was giving her mind blowing pleasure. He could feel the beginnings of his own release coiling, ready to strike like a snake. This only caused him to pick up even more speed, fucking Natia as hard and as fast as he possibly could, aiming to bring her to orgasm just before he could so he could enjoy the feeling of her pussy milking every drop of his cum from his cock. He kissed his way up her neck and along her jawline before he pressed his lips against hers once again, unable to help himself as he craved such intimacy from her.

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Location: Redford Park Rose tilted her head slightly before she frowned slightly when Halie said that she didn’t know who her mother was. It made sympathy well up inside of her and she wondered what had happened to the mother. Perhaps she had died when Halie was young, either that or walked out on the family. Halie would have no doubt mentioned if she had died. She just didn’t know who it was, so Rose assumed that her second theory was the more likely one. At the other girls proclamation, Rose couldn’t help the smile that curved the sides of her lips, finding it sweet that Halie would do something like that for her father. She had once known a girl in high school that refused to let her father find a new wife, and would actively ruin all the relationships that he had managed to get. The girl had been spoilt, and selfish, and Rose had never approved of her behaviour. At Halie’s last question, Rose paused for a moment before she then nodded slightly, “I guess… really she’s been gone since my little sister died.” She said before looking ahead at the nearing front gates, “I can’t really find a new girl for my father. He’s still pretty attached to my mother and I doubt he’ll leave her.” She then shrugged slightly before switching to something more cheery, “But that’s nice of you to try for your father. It shows how much you really love him. He should be glad to have a daughter like you.” She gave Halie a brilliant smile. The two stepped through the front gates of the park, passing a couple who were too busy ogling each other to really notice the two girls. Rose glanced at the pair before looking back at Halie, “My house is only a few minutes walk from here. I’m lucky to live so close to the park. It’s a great place to walk Shane.” She said. She would have added that it was also a great place to spend with friends, however she didn’t have any to spend time with. Despite how depressing that thought was, she couldn’t help but smile slightly as she hoped that Halie would be that friend she could spend time with. She clutched the hand holding hers, letting out a soft happy humming sound of a lullaby her mother used to sing to her and her sister when they were younger. It was not a tune that Rose had thought about in years, but Halie’s company just made her happy enough to hum it without feeling sad. Location: Close to Winter Flowers. Zack watched the girl closely, enjoying the despairing look in her eyes. He found that the look was absolutely delicious and he hoped that he could see it even more. It had his cock twitching in interest and he had to firmly control himself to not just drag her into the alley and have his way with her. The rational part of his brain kept telling him that, that was a foolish idea. Besides, he could have a lot more fun with her in a motel room. He watched as she began to chew on her thumbnail in a nervous gesture that he found a little endearing and he had to fight off a smirk that was tugging at the corner of his lips. He remained silent as she considered his offer, and he almost snorted in amusement when she accepted but gave a few conditions. She really was naive. He was unlikely to use a condom, and if things went right for him, she wouldn’t even be in a position to protest. At least, much. “Alright. It’s a deal. Follow me.” He then said, jerking his head back towards the direction of the Flower shop. He started walking along the path, glancing at her to make sure that she was following him. The shop itself wasn’t that far away, but he turned down the alleyway and allowed his gaze shift towards the girl who he still did not know her name. Not that he cared to know, he never did when it came to prostitutes. He knew that they always gave fake names anyway, so he never bothered to ask. Then to stop her from getting the wrong idea, he said, “My car is behind my shop, accessed by this alley.” He looked ahead again, looking at a gap in the alley wall which he turned into where there was a small car park where his car was parked. He looked at her, “Stay right here.” He ordered. The last thing he needed was to bring her into the shop where Silvia would see her. And he certainly wasn’t going to let a whore sit inside of his car alone. That was asking to get robbed although he doubted this pitiful little thing would even dare. He disappeared into the back of the shop, moving to the staff room. He looked inside to see that it was empty before he moved deeper into the room where he opened up one of the cupboards and shifted a few items before pulling down a tin which he opened and pulled out several hundred in dollar notes. He pushed the money into his pocket before he put the tin away, making sure that it was hidden before closing the cupboard and heading to the office. He opened it up without bothering to knock and saw Silvia dispassionately typing away at the keyboard, “You’re going to have to open up. One of our supplies called me and wanted an urgent talk.” He said. “Okay.” Silvia replied without any interest, not even bothering to look up at him. A flash of anger coursed through him and the corner of his lip twitched. He pulled away, closing the door behind him. It was an easy lie to make, and one that she wouldn’t bother chasing him up on. Turning on his heel, he left the shop through the back and went up to his car, pulling out his keys and unlocking it. Without even talking to the girl, he got into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut behind him and pushing the keys into the ignition and turning the car on as he waited for the girl to get into the passenger seat. He reached back, putting his bag in the back seat so that it wasn’t in the way while driving.

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Daedrin let out a soft sound of amusement when Izanagi took what he had said about the punch as a challenge. He glanced at the mans arms, measuring them up before his eyes moved back up to the man's eyes, keeping their gazes locked, “Maybe we could.” He said, accepting a possible spar at some point. Granted, it would have to wait until they were back in Selil, as the forest wasn’t exactly an ideal place to be having a fight, especially when they could be attacked at any given moment. But Daedrin was confident in his abilities, he had been trained by very talented individuals in all manner of fighting, from a Grand-Master swordsmen to a Black-Ops agents hand to hand combat and other weapons, including one that was a born and breed warrior. Daedrin was no pushover when it came to fighting and he had been practising for far longer than most humans could even conceptualise. He shifted, putting his weight on his left foot as he put a hand on his hip, watching Izanagi digesting what he had said. The fact that the man didn’t immediately scoff and reject him was a good sign that he had been at least willing to actually listen and to actually consider his words. Daedrin watched as Izanagi’s eye return to normal, and curiosity itched at him. When looked at by that eye, it gave him a very familiar feeling of whenever his father would gaze at him. As if the man could see his soul, although from Izanagi it wasn’t as intense. It still made Daedrin feel a little uncomfortable, not liking to be so exposed, but he kept his mouth closed on the matter. He would ask about that eye ability later, perhaps when they were certainly more calmer and not so sore about what had just happened. His eyebrows then twitched up a little when Izanagi told him that he should just cook for them again since he was pretty good, “Fair enough. I’m more than happy to cook again. In fact I will be on this trip, but maybe when we return I can make something a little more exciting than a campfire stew.” Daedrin then said in response. At Izanagi’s question, Daedrin let out a breath through his nose. He decided not to comment on Izanagi’s somewhat concession that not all monsters were bad. The man understood better than Daedrin thought he might so he wasn’t going to press his luck. The question presented a problem, though. Quite obviously, Daedrin couldn’t tell him the entire truth but at the same time, he would never lie. He had never lied in his life, and he wasn’t about to start now. Daedrin sighed and run his free hand through his dark hair, “That’s rather… complicated, Izanagi. There’s no specific event that makes me hold those views. It was how I was raised. I won’t pretend that I’m the most virtuous fuck about, but I try. Honestly, at heart I can be pretty bloodthirsty and I revel in fights. I revel in spilling blood and defeating my enemies. I even enjoy making them suffer. But I keep myself firmly in check with my beliefs.” He paused for a moment before he then said, “That, and I’ve been with the Eldyrannth before, one of the native species of this land. They’ve been here far longer than humans and honestly, by right it’s their land. But they’re content to remain where they are, hidden in the Therarr Mountains. I trained with their best Blacksmiths, which is why I am the only person in Selil that can fix that sword of yours. Because they don’t deal just in normal swords, but magical ones as well. They have an ultimate law. The Bill of Universal Rights. It states that every living thing, even animals like Lucky and Daegrin, have an inherent right to life. It’s not flawless, but it’s a good law that I live my life by and it shows that the Eldyrannth are far more enlightened than most people in this land. It also ensures I do not harm anyone, or take advantage of people. I will only kill in self defence, and I will defend anyone that needs it. If something isn’t an active thread, like that troll child, I wouldn’t bother with it.”

As Daedrin neared the camp, he paused for a moment, surveying it and seeing that Izanagi was still there, his hood drawn up and watching him. Daedrin’s eyes narrowed slightly as he saw the slight glow from the right eye, wondering if it was related to what he had seen the previous day when they had been attacked by the ghouls. He started walking again, silently entering the confines of the camp, his eyes fixed upon Izanagi. As the man stood and walked closer, Daedrin’s back straightened slightly as his eyes remained fixed on his companions, unwilling to look away or back down and show weakness. One of his slender eyebrows shot up at Izanagi’s first question, before his eyes glanced to the side to see the damage that Izanagi had caused to the unoffending tree. Daedrin looked back at the man, his face unreadable and his eyes guarded as he stood silently as Izanagi explained his reasons for killing the troll child. He was, yet again, reminded of how humans in this century thought. It certainly was nothing like how he did. His thinking was more along the lines of what the Eldyrannth, even of this century, thought. At Izanagi’s suggestion of punching him in the face, Daedrin couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter. He then shook his head, his eyes remaining fixed on Izanagi, “No. I’m not a tavern brawler, Izanagi. Just because I disagree with you, doesn’t mean I’m going to resort to hitting you. Besides, I’ll likely accidentally snap your neck. I’m stronger than I look.” Daedrin said, knowing that he didn’t look particularly strong with his deceptively slender muscles. He knew that he could easily lift Daegrin and use him as a weight-lift. He then took a deep breath as he tried to mentally sort out his thoughts before he could voice them. With a grimace, he knew that he was likely going to end up talking more than he usually liked doing. But now that he had calmed down, he was keeping a better control of his emotions. Finally, after several silent moments, Daedrin said, “All creatures, no matter their level of sentience, are ruled by instinct and emotion, Izanagi. Even you and I. We both displayed that in spades today. We both allowed anger to overwhelm us. Trolls are, no doubt, monsters to humans. But I imagine to the trolls, humans are just as much of a monster. There are humans, that even other humans consider monsters. Would it make it right to kill those humans, and then their children? Just because of the chance that they might cause chaos and mayhem? Every creature on this land is capable of such acts, but that doesn’t mean that we should cull them. It is all well and good to act for the safety of others, but you must be careful not to step into the territory of tyranny in doing so. The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Good intentions gives you a justification, an excuse to commit atrocities. You become no better than what you are fighting. At least, that is what I believe and it is something I have witnessed a thousand times before.” He broke off, turning his eyes up to see the same dove from earlier sitting in the nearby tree, “It is very easy to go from walking along that edge, to falling deep into the pit. For you to become the monster to everyone else.” He turned his eyes back to Izanagi, “I have an inherit respect for all life, my friend. Whether it is you, a village of humans, or indeed a little village of what you call monsters. I do not go out and attack them because they could do me, or others harm, especially when I do not know for absolute sure. I only kill in self defense, when my life is directly threatened.” Daedrin snapped his mouth closed, not even sure if he was explaining himself correctly. He certainly doubted that Izanagi would even understand what he was trying to say. It was a difficult concept for humans of this era to understand. Daegrin trotted over, letting out a happy snort as he nuzzled at Daedrin’s shoulder. The man absently reached up and stroked along the Aelda’s muzzle, before he said, “I don’t expect you to understand, and that’s alright. We can agree to disagree on this matter. But honestly, I don’t view trolls as monsters. Not really. They, like us, are just trying to survive in the world. Granted, they aren’t as intelligent or have the same societal rules as we do, but they try their best. It might not even have been hatred that drew the mother to try and hurt us. She could have been doing it to try and feed her child. I can no more hold that against her, than I can a wolf that is hunting down a rabbit. It is certainly not in her best interests, emotionally or instinctually to kill people on a whim when she has a child that she needs to nurture and protect.” The corner of his lip twitched before he said, “The world is a complicated place. Nothing is as simple as it seems. Even those that seem like monsters, have very relatable reasons for their actions. Sometimes, all it takes is a little understanding. Granted, that doesn’t work in all cases, but sometimes it works. I always try that option first, rather than skip straight to violence. Which is why I’m still not going to hit you. Because now we understand each other a little more.” He then let out a soft chuckle, “I should give you a medal or something. It’s been a while since someone’s made me talk that much in one go.” He said, finding himself amused by that fact.

Rowan couldn’t help but to twitch slightly at her words as they sent a stab of arousal through him. He loved it when a women begged him to fuck her, especially if it involved getting them pregnant. He wasn’t someone that could easily pull himself out, and he was honest enough with himself to know that he didn’t like doing that anyway. It never felt satisfying if it wasn’t raw skin upon skin contact. His thumb rubbed across the soft skin of her cheek, feeling the heat of her flushed face. He had thought of her as beautiful before, but with her face flushed and the look of pleasure on her delicate features, she was stunning. He let out a gentle chuckle, his lips brushing against hers in a light, almost chaste kiss, “Don’t worry, Natia. I’ll give you everything that you want. Patience, my little Natia.” He told her, teasing her as he continued to gently rock his hips against her. His cock slid out a few inches before pushing back inside, as he enjoyed the moment to listen to her musical moans as they filled the clearing. He moved the arm that was supporting his weight, wrapping it around Natia and hugging her close to him. Their bodies were flush against one another, and he enjoyed the heat of her body against his own. It was almost as divine as the feeling of her body wrapped around his cock. His cock began to ache a little, protesting his slow and teasing movements. Reacting to this, his hips began to move faster, drawing more of his cock from her body before pushing back inside of her. Each time he pulled out, he could feel the cool air brushing against the slick, heated skin of his cock. Only for that chill to be banished a moment later when he was buried deep inside of her. It felt so good that he wished he could never leave. He dipped his head down, once again latching onto her neck and biting into the skin slightly. He was resisting all urges not to sink his canine teeth into her, because he knew that she was not a Keza and thus he wasn’t sure how her body would react to their bonding process, should he choose to bond to her as a mate. Although at this point he wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to control himself when he reached the peak of his orgasm. To distract himself from those thoughts, he concentrated on the movement of his hips. His thrusts became harder, as the heat of her pussy was driving him forwards. He drew his hips back before pushing them forwards, hard, to drive his cock deep down into her pussy. Each time he sank into her body, he could feel the head of his cock pushing against her cervical barrier. The thought that when he came, he would be doing so right at the entrance of her womb only made him twitch and for the pace of his hips to hasten. The sound of his hips slapping against hers began to fill the clearing to mingle with her moans, creating a song of pleasure that Rowan could never tire of listening to. Her moans were like Natia; pure and sweet. He loved hearing them and he doubted he was going to be able to stop fucking her anytime soon.

Daedrin’s dreams were disturbed by fleeting dreams that moved from one to the other with no rhyme or reason. Sometimes they lingered longer on some, and only skipped lightly across others. Each dream came with an intense clarity, but the moment he moved onto the next, the memory of the previous dream had already slipped through his fingers like grains of sand. He was suddenly jerked from his sleep by the sound of Izanagi’s shouting voice. His eyes snapped open, the red turning black for a moment before returning to red once again. He sat up, quickly pulling himself out of his bedroll to look up to see what was wrong. He then saw that Izanagi was currently engaged with what appeared to be a troll. His hand shifted towards his sword, but he could see that Izanagi seemed to be handling it well so he didn’t bother to rush in. Instead, he expanded his consciousness to try and detect any other hostiles in the area. He could sense the troll and its blind anger, but he could also sense another troll but judging from how unformed its mind was, it was a child so he left it be. He looked back at Izanagi as he shouted out, his eyes widening slightly as he saw the trolls club flying towards the camp. Before he could say, or do anything he saw six small portals appeared before strange chains emerged from them, stopping the club in mid-flight. This made Daedrin curious as to what it was, as it was clearly one of Izanagi’s abilities. But that was something that he would have to ask about later, when he wasn’t so busy. He was a little surprised when Izanagi shouted defensively towards the troll, clearly angry that it had attempted to harm those within the camp. He watched as Izanagi easily overpowered it, and beheaded it causing Daedrin to let out a soft sigh of relief. He relaxed his posture as he knew that there was no more trouble around and he could already feel the child troll retreating. He turned around to deal with his bedroll, but Izanagi’s voice made him turn back around. He watched with a slight frown as the man kicked the trolls head, only to see it hit the child and stun it. His eyes then widened when Izanagi reached the monster, pinning it in place before he raised his sword to stab it it. “NO!” Daedrin called out, however it was too late as Izanagi stabbed the young troll through the head. Daedrin was rooted on the spot, his mouth gaping slightly as he stared at the lifeless corpse of the child. He didn’t even pay attention when Izanagi came back, acting casually as he spoke but the words didn’t even register in Daedrin’s mind. His red eyes turned black and he had to close his eyes and begin to take deep, calming breaths. He could feel the anger bubbling up inside of him, and he had to get control over himself and quickly. If he didn’t, then everyone around him was going to feel the force of his wrath and it was not going to end well if he went into a full rage. He completely blocked out Izanagi as his teeth gritted as he tried to clamp down on his anger. Daegrin, sensing that his companion was close to losing it, shifted and let out an uneasy whinny. The Aelda backed off slightly, pawing at the ground in a nervous fashion before it looked at Izanagi and let out a snort. Daedrin went through a list of metals and minerals in his mind, muttering them softly like a mantra. He did this as an attempt to keep control of himself and to ground himself. When he felt that he had significantly calmed down, he turned around to Izanagi once again and opened his eyes which were red once again, “What. The fuck. Was that about?” He demanded, his voice significantly lower and coming out as a growl. What didn’t help his case was the fact that his Daedra part was fueling the anger, wanting to revel in it and lash out at those that had angered him. He took a deep breath before saying, “That was a child, Izanagi. A child that was running away. A child that was fucking petrified of you! That was nothing short of murder, Izanagi! MURDER OF A CHILD!” The last part was shouted, his tone laced with fury. For a moment, the whites of his eyes turned an intense, glossy black before returning to normal. He breathed in hard through his nose to try and keep the anger at bay before he continued on. This time his voice was quiet, and calm with the fury underlying the words, “The mother, I can understand! That was self defense. The child? You have no fucking excuse for that. There is one thing I cannot stand, and that is the harming and murder of children, no matter who they are. Especially ones that are running for their life!” He then let out a snarl before turning around and walking away from Izanagi, “Don’t fucking talk to me until I get back. And you better not run off, because I will hunt you down.” He then snapped as he continued walking off. Daegrin snorted again, glancing off towards his companion before turning to look back at Izanagi once again. At the moment, he couldn’t stand looking at the man. He needed to let his anger simmer and calm down properly before he could even listen to his reasons. Despite his anger, Daedrin wasn’t stupid. He knew there could be a reason for such behaviour, such as that Izanagi had simply gone berserk in his rage. But right now, his anger wouldn’t allow him to listen. He walked directly up to the fallen child, coming to a stop. He then knelt down beside them, reaching out and tenderly touching their head, “May the Divines guide you to a restful slumber.” He murmured softly. He then stood up and walked off again, disappearing into the forest. He looked up when there was a crooning sound, only to see a white dove sitting on a branch nearby. His lips twisted slightly before he turned and continued off, working his frustrations off. Daedrin was at a little loss to what to do. He had been so angry he had almost lost control, and he was sure he had let slip a few things. But unfortunately he, like any Eldyrannth, could not stand the harming of children. It brought forth a deep, instinctual rage within him. Despite how old he was, and how well he had a hold of his emotions, sometimes they got away from him. Anger especially, thanks to his Daedric heritage. And anger was the most dangerous emotion to get out of control. He could do so much damage if he let himself go, and he couldn’t stomach the thought of hurting Daegrin, or Izanagi. Despite his anger with the man, Daedrin was honest enough with himself that he liked the man as a friend. He made a good companion, and Daedrin enjoyed his company. He stopped when he came near the edge of the river, and he gazed across its dark surface watching the water move sluggishly. He watched as a river vole emerged from the long grass beside the river before slipping into the water and swimming along the shoreline. The scene was so peaceful it allowed Daedrin to relax, his tense muscles loosening as he allowed it to drain away the last of his anger. Finally feeling more like himself, Daedrin turned and headed back towards the camp. He paused however when he heard a howl in the distance and he turned his head towards the sound, his eyes narrowing. It was distant, but still too close for comfort. He turned back towards the camp and continued on his way.

Location: Redford Park Time: 08:38. Rose’s flush deepened at Halie’s compliment, and she squirmed slightly in embarrassment. She swore this girl was going to make her faint or something! Her head spun slightly, and it took her several moments to pull herself together. She gave Halie a small, shy smile before saying, “T-that would be really nice. T-there isn’t much to do in my house.” She cursed herself for the return of her stutter, a sign of how nervous Halie was making her. She was looking forward to seeing what kind of friends Halie had as, from the sounds of it, she had a lot of them. Rose always had trouble making new friends, especially since she was usually too shy about approaching others. Most people in her school knew of her, and treated her nicely, but she didn’t really have any friends. She also had no friends in England to miss either. Halie was the first person to actually approach her with the clear intention of making friends of Rose, although she wasn’t sure if the other girl was being overly friendly or hitting on her. Her experience with such things was non-existent. She then felt curious, as Halie had mentioned her father, but no mother. It made her wonder if Halie was motherless, perhaps the mother had left them or had died at some point. Either option was sad to Rose, and she hesitantly asked, “You say you have your Dad… but where’s your Mum?” She looked at her friend before looking ahead of them again as they left the forest and started along the path towards the main gates of the park where she had entered from earlier. There were still some people around, although it was rather sparse compared to how it was later in the day. There were even some other people with their dogs, playing fetch and walking their dog around the park. Rose spied one that was walking their dog, with a kid at their side who was chatting excitedly. But the mother had her face buried deep in her phone and was not only completely ignoring her child, but also where she was walking. Rose looked away, even though it was tempting to see if the mother would end up walking into some kind of post, and focused her attention back on Halie. Location: Close to Winter Flowers. Time: 08:47 Zack could practically smell her desperation coming off of her in waves. The father in him felt sympathetic, however his sadistic side was having far too much fun to allow him to listen to the sympathy. This girl was completely out of her depth and it was clear that she had absolutely no idea what she was doing. He really wanted some fun with her, but that was better suited in a motel room, rather than in the alley behind his shop. Besides, he couldn’t risk Silvia coming out and finding him. He let out a soft snort before chuckling softly, “Five hundred is too much. Especially since I’m the one that’s going to need to pay for a motel room out of my own pocket. I’m not doing it in the alleyway, especially in broad daylight. That’s just asking for trouble. For both of us. I’ll go as high as three hundred.” He said, watching her reaction carefully as he was curious to see if she would haggle for the price. He knew for a fact that the cost of a motel room was not on the prostitute, but he doubted that she knew that. His sadisted side wanted to take advantage of her, and he was offering up little resistance. He had not had sex for a while, and his libido was not letting him turn this chance down. He glanced around for a moment, checking to make sure that there were no police officers nearby. The last thing he wanted was to get busted for even talking to a prostitute although he could simply plead innocent since she was the one that approached him and not the other way around. He also looked a lot more trustworthy than she did, which would go in his favour if he was ever questioned.

“I will.” Daedrin replied, giving his companion a sharp nod as he watched the man settle down to sleep. As soon as the man looked to be comfortable, he picked up the dirty bowls and pot, using the water in their waterskin to clean it before setting it aside to dry. He then stood up, moving over to one of the exposed roots and leaned his hip against it as he gazed out into the forest. He could hear the nocturnal insect life beginning to come to life, filling the forest with the sound of their songs. The light from the sky quickly faded, leaving the world in pitch darkness. Daedrin however, scanned the forest, his eyesight still sharp as he could see clearly within the dark. He glanced at the fire and was pleased that it was no longer even glowing with embers. Sure, it was cold without a fire, but not so cold that they threatened to freeze to death. Being cold was preferable to being attacked. He looked behind him, observing Izanagi and was pleased to note that he was deep asleep. His eyes then moved to where the crow had been earlier, to see that it was still there, watching him. He wondered if Izanagi had noticed it, and silently hoped that he had not. He looked around the forest again before suddenly bending down and undoing his shoes. He placed them on the forest floor beside him before carefully peeling off his gloves, having to fight a little with the nano-hairs on his fingers and palm of the hand which caused him to stick to the material of the glove. Sometimes being part Eldyrannth had a bit of a downside, especially when it came to the hands and feet but useful if he needed to keep a firm hold on something. He shifted so that he was sitting on the root, before reaching down and peeling off his socks, having to deal the same stickiness with his toes and sole of the feet. He threw the socks and gloves down onto the shoes before he once again checked that Izanagi was asleep. He pressed a hand against the bark of the root before jumping up and bringing his hands underneath him so that it was now balanced on his toes. He then straightened and placed his hands on the bark of the tree, before using the stickiness of his hands and feet to stealthily and easily climb the trunk of the tree until he came to one of the thick branches. He shifted so that he could climb onto the branch, peeling his hands away and sitting himself down with his back against the trunk. Now that he was in the tree, he had a much better field of view. He looked down at his hands, irritated to find dirt and pieces of bark stuck to him but he decided to leave it for now. He looked over at the crow, watching it for a long moment as it stared back. The crow then ruffled their feathers before tipping off of the branch they were standing on, swooping down before flaring their wings and landing down in front of Daedrin. He watched the bird for a moment, folding his left leg in front of him while the other hung off of the branch, swinging slightly. His lips twitched in a slight smile before he looked off into the forest as he listened to the sounds of insects. He saw movement in front of his eyes but it was only an owl that was drifting silently through the trees. He then turned his head back towards the crow only to find that it was gone. Instead, sitting beside him on the branch was a tall woman. She was at least seven and a half feet tall, her slender figure hidden behind a deep purple robe. She was looking at him through thick eyelashes, revealing metallic purple eyes. She was beautiful with delicate features. Large, angled eyes, full kissable lips and a small nose that ended with a small flick that gave him the irrational urge to kiss it. Her hair was black in colour, spilling down her shoulders like a dark waterfall, the dark colour broken up by streaks of purple. Her ears were certainly not human. They were long, and hugged to the slight curve of her head only stopping when they reached the top of her head. Along the rim of the ear were small, bony protrusions looking like small spikes. Her full lips twitched in a smile as she looked at him, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “What are you doing here?” Daedrin asked, keeping his voice low. He glanced down at Izanagi to make sure that the man was asleep. “Don’t worry. He can’t see, or hear me. Even if he was awake.” The woman assured him in a soft, musical voice, before she gave him a slight smirk, “Can’t I come and see one of my favourite nephews?” She then asked. “I suppose you can, but that doesn’t answer my question. Usually none of you approach either of us without a reason.” Daedrin replied. She let out a soft laugh, a musical ripple of sound, “Don’t worry, I’m just dropping in to see how you were doing. You don’t often come into the forest and I was curious as to why.” She said, looking a little more serious. “I’m after a certain mineral up near Ashaba.” Daedrin replied. “What of your friend down there? Certainly not human.” The woman replied, looking down at Izanagi. Daedrin shrugged, “I have no idea who he really is. But he’s interesting, and he needed the work. He found an interesting sword that he wanted me to repair, but he can’t afford it. Thus far, he does not seem to be any kind of threat to me.” He replied. The woman gave a soft hum before nodding her head, “Alright, then. I guess I will leave you to it.” She turned her head to look back at him, “As long as you take care of yourself.” “Of course I will. My parents taught me well, and I know any of you are but a call away.” Daedrin replied. She smiled again before leaning forwards and giving him a kiss on the forehead before she blurred and turned into the crow. She gave him one last look before she swept off into the night, leaving him alone. Daedrin couldn’t stop the soft chuckle that escaped him. If she was here, then it was likely that at least one of his father’s were. He shook his head at the thought and returned to his vigil. The rest of his watch was quiet, and it was soon time to switch with Izanagi. He sighed, before he climbed back down with as much ease as he had climbing up. He dropped down to the forest floor, his movements as silent as smoke. He picked up one his socks, lifting his foot and using telekinesis to pull the dirt and grime off before pulling on his sock. He repeated the action with the other foot before cleaning his hands and pulling his gloves on. He then pulled on his boots, tying them up as if they had never moved off of his feet. He silently moved over to Daegrin and pulled off his bedroll before he moved into the cave of the tree. He put his bedroll down, before turning and putting a hand on Izanagi’s shoulder, shaking him gently, “Izanagi. Time for your watch.” He said, hoping that it would wake the man. When he was sure that he was, Daedrin moved over to his own bedroll and rolled it out onto the floor before climbing inside. He shifted a few times to get comfortable, and ended up with his back to the wall of the tree as his face looked out into the camp. He then closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep.

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Kaylaen kept his gaze fixed on the sight of the two women making out, using it as a means to keep himself going. His thighs and arse burnt with exhaustion, but he was not willing to give up. Not when he was so close to what he could tell was going to be a mind-blowing orgasm. His hips continued to slam against Sophia, the sound of their flesh colliding almost lost in the sounds of pleasure that the two women were making. Sophia’s wet, sloppy pussy seemed to twitch around him, and he drove himself as deep as he could inside of her but he couldn’t get deep enough to pummel her cervix. Her pussy had already been destroyed by much larger cocks, and that was just how Kaylaen liked her. It made him wonder just how many sexual partners she had, had. It didn’t really matter to him, but he couldn’t stop that fleeting, curious thought. For Sophia, the more was better. She seemed like a natural slut that took cock as easily as a duck to water. A cry of pain distracted him for a moment and he glanced over to Emma and Shez, making sure to keep his hips moving so that it satisfied Sophia. He was about to turn his attention back to Sophia, but almost did a double-take when he saw Emma suddenly sprout two fox ears and a tail. It shocked him, however he couldn’t complain about it. He felt that she looked a lot more attractive with them. This Shez figure was full of surprises and he wondered how had done that. It wasn’t something he wanted himself, but he couldn’t stop being curious about it. He figured that Shez had done it as a mark of ownership, to mould Emma into what he wanted from her. Not that he could blame the man. Emma would make a fine toy for him to play around with and use. He highly doubted that Emma would mind, either. Kaylean shook those thoughts from his mind as he refocused completely on Sophia. He could feel himself reaching the point where he could no longer hold back. His grip on her shoulders tightened, his nails digging into her soft flesh. His breathing deepened slightly as his rhythm became slightly erratic as he fought for control over his own body. He knew it was a losing battle, but he couldn’t help but to fight tooth and nail to make this last as long as possible. His cock vibrated inside of Sophia, only spurring the pleasure he was experiencing as the liquids inside of her seemed to reflect the vibrations back into him. He slammed into her as hard as he could, burying himself as deep as he could as his muscles tensed in anticipation. His orgasm struck suddenly, unable to be held back any longer. His hips instinctually slammed as hard as they could against Sophia, burying his vibrating cock as deep as he could inside of her as possible. His cock twitched violently before streams of cum fired violently from the tip of his cock to fill her cunt, only adding to the cum that was already inside of her. Kaylaen let out a soft grunt, unable to hold back a noise of pleasure as his vision seemed to flash white. The pleasure radiated from his cock across his entire body, causing the burning in his thighs and arse muscles to become more intense, and yet it only seemed to fuel the pleasure. His hips ground against Sophia, trying to push his cum as deep as possible, instinctively trying to compete against the other men that had filled her up in order to impregnate her.

Devlyn watched intently as Aria’s eyes seem to move to his hands, before they focused themselves on his cock. He tilted his head slightly, feeling a little amused as he could see a small line of drool escaping her lips. She had been so easy to break. He was almost disappointed that she had been so easy, but he was more pleased with how she had turned out. She was absolutely obsessed with his cock, and he couldn’t have asked for a better outcome. He watched as she slowly crawled over to him, her hips swaying unconsciously. It caused the corner of his lip to twitch as he fought down a predatory growl, especially when she licked her lips. Her eyes were sparking with a lustful hunger, causing him to smirk. Most women he knew were sated enough with a single round, but this little minx wanted more. That automatically made her better than the women he had bedded in this filthy village. His white eyes continued to watch her as she came close to him, tilting his head almost like a playful kitten, the illusion only shattered by the dangerous glint in his eyes. His smirk widened as she settled her hands on his thighs. He didn’t push her off, despite touching him without strict permission, as he had given implied permission with his demand. He breathed in deep through his nose when her tongue pressed against his balls before sweeping up the length of his cock, pressing against the bulging veins before she reached the tip of his cock before giving it a loving kiss. He chuckled at her comment before saying, “And if you’re a good girl, it will be a regular treat for you. Now be a good girl and suck your Masters cock.”

Daedrin liked the quiet the pervaded the small camp. He was liking Izanagi more, the more time he spent with him. Granted, he was basing that off of the fact that Izanagi didn’t seem to feel awkward about long silences, and didn’t feel the pressing need to natter Daedrin’s ear off. That automatically raised his opinion of someone. He stared at the pot, watching it as he kept an ear out for anything that was approaching the camp. Another reason why he liked the quiet. Nattering tended to cover up the sounds of approaching enemies, and not paying attention in this forest often lead to a bad ending. He lifted the lid of the pot, watching as the white steam curled upwards. He stirred with the wooden spoon before picking up a piece of the rabbit meat and inspecting it. It was almost ready. He dropped it back in, closing the pot back up before he stood up and moved over to Daegrin who was standing near Lucky, watching the forest. He patted the Aelda on the neck before digging in the saddlebags and picking out a couple of bowls, a serving spoon and two eating spoons. He then returned to the fire and sat back down, this time on his knees as his arse had gotten pretty numb from the cold, hard ground. Once he was sure that the stew was ready, he lifted the lid off and spooned a generous amount into each bowl. He handed one to Izanagi, “Help yourself to more if you want it.” He said before picking up his own bowl and spooning some of the vegetables and put it into his mouth to chew. It was a hearty little stew, with the sauce just thick enough to be warming. It was seasoned well, for a firepit stew and he was rather pleased with himself that it turned out as well as it did. He glanced up when there was a cawing sound, only to see the crow from earlier. It was watching them, and one of Daedrin’s eyebrows rose before he reached forwards and put the lid back on the stew pot just in case the crow had been eyeing it up. He then returned to his stew, eating it in complete silence. Once he was finished, he dished himself out a second helping, leaving enough for Izanagi if he wanted it. But once he had finished eating, he put the bowl aside before looking back up at the crow again, not liking how it was seemingly watching them. He looked back down at the fire again, which at this point was getting close to dying out. He cast an eye to the sky, which was getting progressively faster and decided that it would be best to just let the fire die out.

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When Izanagi placed the sticks down beside him, Daedrin gave a small nod of thanks before picking up one of the sticks and breaking it down into smaller pieces before adding it to the fire. He glanced up, watching as Izanagi silently moved out of the camp area and into the forest. Daedrin wasn’t too concerned, but he did keep an eye on Izanagi’s location by use of his telepathy. It wasn’t strong enough to be detected, but enough so that if Izanagi was to get into trouble, Daedrin would be immediately alerted to it. But for now, he remained by the fire to tend the stew as he broke up more sticks and added them to the fire. At least this allowed Daedrin a few minutes of peace, something that he rather enjoyed. Daedrin looked up and off into the forest, noting that it was slightly darker now than it was when they had first settled in the camp. He tilted his head slightly, listening carefully and found that it was eerily quiet. There were insect noises, but not as many as one would expect within an untouched woodland such as this. It put him slightly on edge, but he couldn’t sense anything outwardly hostile. He picked up a wooden spoon, using it to stir the contents of the pot before putting the spoon down. He heard the cry of a crow, and looked up to see the bird sitting on one of the branches of the tree that he was sat underneath. It was staring right at him, as if trying to figure out if he was a threat or not. Daedrin just stared back for a few moments, as the bird reminded him fondly of his Aunt, before he turned his eyes back to the fire once again. The crow wasn’t anything of interest, and thus it was a waste of his time to spend too much thinking on it. Daedrin looked back up when he sensed that Izanagi was returning to the camp, and thus saw the man coming back with a gutted and skinned rabbit in his right hand. One of Daedrin’s eyebrows rose when he spied the creature, before his eyes rose to meet his companions, “Not bad at all.” He said in agreement as he took the rabbit. He lay it down on the rock he had used to cut the vegetables, before saying, “I was thinking earlier that I regretted not bringing a bow because a rabbit would have been a good addition to the stew.” He pulled out his sharp knife and began to carve pieces of meat from the rabbit carcass, putting it aside on the stone in a small pile. He cut off as much meat as he could, before picking it up and lifting the lid of the pot before throwing it in. He rubbed his hands on his trousers before picking up the wooden spoon and stirring the pot, “The stew will take a little longer now but it is a good, hearty meal. Can you dispose of the remains?” He asked, since the bones of the rabbit weren’t going to be much use to them. If they were back in Selil, Daedrin would have kept it to allow his wife to make a stock from it, but out here, it wasn’t much use and would only attract things they didn’t want.

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Rowan couldn’t help but to smile as Natia took the initiative and deepened the kiss. He allowed her control for a few moments, her tongue exploring his mouth before he took dominance. He pushed his tongue against hers, pushing it back into her mouth and taking complete control of the kiss. His hips continued to press against hers, gently driving his cock deeper into her inch by inch. He could feel her pussy slowly opening up to him, welcoming him into the most intimate part of her body. Where no other person had even been before. Rowan felt genuinely honoured that she would allow him to do this to her, to share a connected with her that she had not given to anyone. She was so tiny, and perfect in his eyes. He wouldn’t want to be with anyone else in this moment. In this moment, it was just the two of them in their own private world. Natia was his, and he was Natia’s. His hand moved down from playing with her nipple to stroke along her waist, marvelling in how soft and supple her skin was. He was enjoying the close contact that they were sharing in this intimate moment, and hoped that it wouldn’t end too soon. He was actually somewhat glad that she was so tight it hurt, because otherwise he would have already cum from how good her pussy muscles felt around him. The silky, wet muscles gripping his cock each time he pressed into her. It was enough to make his head spin and he had to control himself from moaning out loud. He then felt something different as her pussy lips were not pressing against the nubs that surrounded the base of his cock, causing him to instinctually push further forwards, pushing the remaining inch of his cock into her, joining them together at the hip. He was now balls deep inside of her, and it felt incredible. He could feel a pinching at the tip of his dick, meaning that every inch of her pussy was filled with his cock, even up to the cervical barrier. Rowan pulled away from the kiss, unable to keep down a soft moan, “Oh, fuck…” He groaned, his eyes closing for a moment before he opened them and gazed down into Natia’s stunning amethyst eyes. At that moment, he answered her earlier question, “For you… tight is definitely good. Fuck, it feels amazing…” He said, panting softly against her lips. He rolled his hips, grinding his cock out slightly before pushing back inside of her. He was unable to stop himself, his hips moving of their own accord as he began to gently fuck her. It was all he could do to hold himself in check, to not just start fucking her furiously. He wanted to move faster, or harder at her signal, and not before. Her pleasure was important to him, and he wanted to make sure that she felt good. He reached up with his free hand, stroking her cheek before running his hand through her soft hair, “Oh, fuck, Natia…” He panted softly as he pushed into her again, feeling as if he was experiencing a piece of heaven as he could feel her muscles constricting around his cock.

Daedrin watched Izanagi walk off from the corner of his eye before he turned back to the cavernous hole in the tree. He stepped inside, glancing behind him before using his feet to kick out various stones and twigs that would make sleeping on the ground uncomfortable. He pushed them into piles up against the tree so that he could return them back to where they had been when they left. He was good at being able to cover his tracks, and he didn’t exactly what to leave evidence of their stay. The more intelligent creatures of the forest would be able to track them down if they left even a trace of their presence behind. He then picked up a branch, stepping to the edge of the cavern before kneeling down and digging a small hole in the ground to place their fire in. He then picked up some stones and placed them around the small hole to help contain the heat of the fire. Once that was done, he picked up nearby sticks and inspected them before constructing a crude spit over the fire. He somewhat regretted not bringing a bow, since there were still some small creatures like rabbits that would compliment their meals. Once he had finished making the spit, he stood up, brushing dirt and leaves from his trousers when Izanagi returned. He turned his head towards his companion, watching him as he dumped the firewood down near the tree. He stepped around the firepit he had made and moved over to Daegrin, digging into the saddlebags as he looked for flint and steel. He didn’t immediately respond to Izanagi, as he had stated a rather obvious fact and Daedrin felt no need to dignify it with a response. He pulled out his flint and steel, as well as a small box of tinder, before moving back over to Izanagi and bending down to pick up several of the sticks. He snapped them down into more manageable pieces before he carried them over to the firepit and knelt down. He arranged them within the pit before putting down some of the tinder before him. He then began striking the piece of flint against the steel to cause sparks that descended down onto the tinder. At first, nothing seemed to happen, but then smoke began to curl out of the tinder. Daedrin dropped the flint and steel beside him before picking up the tinder and lightly blowing on it, pushing oxygen through it and causing the small ember to develop into a flame. He placed it down in the firepit and shifted the sticks so that they caught alight. Daedrin picked up his firemaking items before going over to the saddlebags and putting them away. He pulled out a small stewpot, figuring a nice hot stew would be welcome after a hard days travel. He pulled out dried beef meat, along with dried peas, a couple of carrots, an onion, some dried herbs, and a small bag of flour. He also grabbed one of their water skins and carried the items back to the fire. He removed the main spit, sliding the stew pot onto it before placing it back over the fire. He emptied the water bag into the pot before adding the meat into the water so that it could soak and heat up. He also threw in the herbs, so that the meat could be flavoured slowly as it heated up. He then sat down next to the fire, pulling a flattish piece of stone closer and scraping it clean with his hand. He then peeled the onion before pulling out a knife from his waist and beginning to cut it into small pieces which he picked up and threw into the stew pot, his movements quick and well practised. He then quickly peeled and cut the carrots with the same knife, before adding the vegetables to the stew along with the flour so that the sauce could thicken. Once done, he covered the pot and rubbed his hands against his thigh to somewhat clean them. He looked over at his companion before finally talking, “Could you bring some sticks over?” He asked, before looking back at the fire, “The stew should be done in a bit.” He added, watching the mesmerising flames before deciding to address Izanagi’s point earlier, “By the way, I will take the first watch. You can take second.” He knew that he was more than capable with remaining awake for a few days without any problems, but he found that humans would find that kind of behaviour suspicious, especially if he just shrugged it off as if he had only been awake for a few hours after a restful sleep.