Spirits of the Earth

The quiet dusk of the evening fell swiftly onto Sirantil Valley, as purple and blue hues painted the nighttime sky. Cicadas croaked in the distance, and grasshoppers fiddled their limbs idly, their aria filling the peaceful  valley with ease. Besides the chirping of melodious bugs, the valley was mostly quiet, the fauna of the area turning in for the day, to dens, caves and trees, ending what had been a long day of survival.

One man still prowled the forests of this valley, a dagger made of bone held in his mouth as he prowled through the slumbering forest. He ran with his body low to the ground, his limbs propelling him forward to increase his speed, while his burnt orange eyes stared straight ahead of him, focusing on his destination, and at the forest all around him. People who saw this form – his shadowy figure racing through valleys and forests – had given him the name 'Daggerhound' because of it, and one could say that it was a title he wore with pride.

This was the mode he took to hunt – for, in order to slay an animal, one had to be an animal. He had learned that well, through years of living in this forest, of wrestling with bears and taking down wolves in order to have his next meal. His body was lean and toned because of it – the reward nature had given him for being able to survive its intricate depths. His greyed skin seemed to be a mode of adaptation; to survive, he had taken on this greyish shade of skin, to blend in with the shadows, which helped him hunt with ease.

In these woods, however, there was an intruder – one that gave off a unique scent that Dalek had never smelled before. Perhaps it was a lost soul, from another land? Or maybe it was a monster, bent on wreaking havoc on these woods. It was his duty as the Daggerhound to investigate the source, and, if it proved to be a monster, it would be his duty to slay it as well. Such was why his dagger, crafted of bone, was held in his mouth today – he was unsure of what he'd be up against.

He was coming closer now...

The target was just up ahead – he could feel it, or rather, he could smell it – that unique scent, something strange, and something bizarre... His eyesight, however, not being good at his sense of smell, could only make out a figure of who was up ahead. It seemed to be a snake-like being – it was tall, imposing, unusual, and he had never seen anything like it native to these woods. The Daggerhound did not stop to think that perhaps such a creature could be friendly, and perhaps, if he had taken note of her facial features, he would've controlled himself.

But he was more animal than man –

So he charged, prancing off his legs and pouncing at the snake-like creature, but before he could launch himself at the creature, he took note of her size, and realized such a method would definitely be out of the question. He skidded to a stop, and looked up at the intruder the way a dog looks at a stranger in his master's home.

However, at the sight of the creature's face, he realized he had almost made an embarrassing mistake. Strange this person was, yes, but it did not look to be a monster. His face went from feral to a blank, almost apologetic expression. He crouched, tucking the dagger in the side of his pants as he did so, wondering how in the hell he should apologize.

"You're..." he started off, and, as always, struggled with his words. "You're not a monster, are you."

It was not a question – just an affirmation of his own stupidity.

As Sajira were slithering through the lush green grass of the valley she thougt for herself that it had become very quiet around her almost to quiet. The next thing she knows a creature no a person skidded out of from between the trees supprising her quite a bit making her Hood flare up.

-What the?

Then the person talked, Monster? how could he even dare think of her like that. Her expression changed to a little more annoyed and looked at the person.

-Monster? I'm no monster! i'll have you know i'm a Pureblood Naga!

she hissed at the person a bit angry but she was not that angry just not very keen on being called a monster. She raised herself a bit from the ground and looked down at the person. "what is with this person? He looks like a beast" she thougt and then lowered herself again and seemed more interested in the person now.

-Who are you to accuse me of being something that foul?

Her brow were raised in curiosity and her hood folded back into place again.

(( Sorry for any Grammar faults :3 ... if there are any XD ))

Anyone would be miffed at being called a monster – even someone like Dalek, who had a twisted sort of pride in his nickname, the Daggerhound. Granted, this had not been the first time he had made a mistake like this, but it was the first time he had seen a creature of her size. He took a step backwards, still crouched, as a way of showing repentance and respect – like wolves did whenever they accidentally attacked a pack member.

Dalek stood upwards, on both legs now, and when he did so, it was easier to see that he was a human, not part beast, like many assumed him to be. "My apologies," he began, lowering his head. "I have never seen a naga before – I let my imagination get the best of me." It was a legitimate question though – who was he to accuse her of being a monster? After all, he was not the most elegant of creatures who prowled the depths of these forests.

"Who am I?" he echoed, as if the question was too much for him to comprehend. After a pause, he responded, "I am Dalek, the Daggerhound – call me Dalek for convenience." If people didn't already know of his nickname, then there was no use going by it, he figured.

 "And you..." He twirled Bonehide, his trusty dagger, around in his hands as he spoke, tilting his head towards her, legitimately curious. The Daggerhound never seen someone part human and part snake before, and was legimately curious about her – but, as usual, kept his tone aloof and cool. "...You're not from around here, are you." It was, again, not a curious – but an affirmation – he knew these woods like the back of his hand, and had never seen a naga in all his years here. It was a conundrum, indeed.

"These forests aren't kind to strangers."

[ OOC | Don't worry about it, your grammar's totally fine! ]

The Daggerhound? was that some kind of title? Sajira raised her brow a bit more and looked at Dalek's features with a curious glance. When he asked her of her name she smiled a bit and raised herself a bit.

-I am Sajira Asonaka Warrior and Princess of Cabal Houkae the kingdom of Naga.

She said in a loud voice brimming with pride for her title. She then smiled a bit and lowered herself again and looked at Dalek with a Friendly expression.

-Though out here that title wont mean much.. So out here i am only Sajira the Pilgrim Warrior.

She Said looking at Dalek and smiled a friendly smile. Her tail curled up beneath her and she lightly crossed her arms beneath her chest.

So, Dalek had managed to not only upset a perfectly friendly naga, but the naga happened to also be royalty. He had been twirling Bonehide in his hands as she spoke, but when the news finally hit, he caught the dagger firmly, frozen for a brief second. Was there a price to pay, he wondered, for upsetting royalty? He lived a simple life here in these woods – he had never, in all his years, come across someone who was a princess of anything, nevertheless a tribe of naga. He tucked away the dagger once more, deciding it would be rude to have it out in front of royalty.

"Princess?" he echoed, and his eyes went wide. "Forgive me, I had no idea."

He wondered if there was proper etiquette for being around royalty; should he bow, stand a certain distance away from her, address her by her royal title? He was not skilled in the art of fine manners, hell, the manners he did have were few, considering he learned all of his etiquette from wild animals in the area. But then she claimed that her title did not mean much now, and now she was naught but a simple pilgrim. That was good – and besides, proper 'manners' did not mean much out here anyway, amongst the valleys and forests of this place.

"So you're a pilgrim... are you doing some travelling?" he asked, tilting his head. "I'm guessing you aren't familiar with these parts, then. This time of night isn't the best for wandering."

It was evening now, and soon the grasshoppers would stop fiddling their legs, and the fireflies and starry skies would be the only light illuminating the forest. It was best to do these things now, in the cover of the sun's last flickering rays, before the lights shut out completely. Dalek crossed his arms behind his head, curious. If she had just started travelling, well, as he had said, the forest wasn't kind to strangers - maybe she'd need some help along the way.

"Have you set up camp anywhere? Or found a fresh supply of water?"

-Yes i am not very familliar with these parts of the world.

She looked around a bit and scratched herself lightly on her cheek and looked back at Dalek when he asked if she had set camp or gotten hold of some water.

-No i have passed some streams but thats about it.

She answered and shifted her body a bit and lowered herself so that she was eye to eye with Dalek and smiled somewhat curiously at him.

-You do not look like any human i've seen before...

She said with a rather neutral tone and tilted her head to the side and eyed the knife he had tucked into his pants.

Apparently, the naga had not set up camp yet, despite how late it was in the evening. Already, the cicadas had begun to retire, but those faithful grasshoppers kept fiddling, their lazy melody wafting through the air. It was getting later by the minute – to be without any place to retire at this time of the evening definitely wasn't the best of situations to be in.

"You do not look like any human I've seen before..."  

She's rather blunt, he couldn't help but notice, but a small smile played on his lips nonetheless. What gave it away: he gray pigmentation of his skin, or the dark black tattoos that ran down his back? Or maybe it was his mannerisms – his running stance, his guarded speech – that not of a human, not a normal human, anyway.

"You'd be right to say that," he voiced.  "I'm not altogether human myself." It was the truth, in more ways than he could express. There was a reason why he was called the 'Daggerhound,' and that was because he acted more animal than man. He loved these forests more than he loved his fellow man, and protect them like a loyal guard dog would protect its master.  

"Then again, you don't look like anything I've ever seen before," he pointed out, with the same neutral tone, but a pinch of curiosity was peppered in his words. She apparently was a princess – one of a naga tribe, which was probably far away from these parts. It would explain a lot – and now Dalek wondered if he could say, 'now I've seen everything.' She was a tall creature, huge in stature, and he had to be thankful that she was a friend, not a foe.

He crossed his arms, nodding over towards the depths of the forest. "If you're without a camp, you can stay with me, if you want. There should be enough food for the two of us – and it's a warm place to sleep for the night, if anything." Despite his animalistic nature, Dalek was not cold-hearted – on the contrary, it was in his best nature to help those who were wandering through these valleys without rhyme or reason.

"Although," he began with a small, playful smirk, "my camp probably isn't fit for royalty."

She chukled a bit from his response and looked at him with a quite amused expression.

-Well i guess Nagas do not come to these parts very often.

She said and tilted  her head to the other side and smiled with a friendly smile. She smiled all the more when Dalek suggested she could spend the night at his camp but she quickly frowned when he mentioned her royalty and looked at him with a slightly annoyed smile.

-Just because i'm a princess does not mean that i am spoiled.

She looked at Dalek with an annoyed expression but quickly smiled friendly at him and chukled a bit.

-No but i'd love to spend the night at your camp.

She said and winked a bit flirty at Dalek before chuckling some more and slithered a bit closer to Dalek and smiled widely at him.

It was a conundrum to Dalek – a princess, who was not spoiled, and was travelling these worlds, nonetheless! He did not read literature very often, and if he read at all, it'd be from poem booklets, and those books – they illustrated princesses to be dainty, delicate creatures, forever in need of a knight to save them. Sajira, on the other hand, did not seem to mind sleeping in the outdoors, in less than royal conditions. Then again, anyone who had been wandering this valley for too long might be eager to take the first bed offered up to them – it had happened before, after all.

"Good to hear," Dalek nodded at her claim to being unspoiled. "Conditions aren't great out here... but hey, it's a living." It surprised him a little, to hear that she wouldn't mind spending the night at his campsite. Females out here were wary to share a living space with someone as wild as himself – who ran shirtless in these woods, with naught but the pants he wore on himself to keep him clothed. Sajira, however, did not seem to mind.

She winked at him then, in a coquettish fashion, and Dalek, who never knew how to react towards these sorts of things, turned his face away from her, face flushed. "It isn't too far away," the Daggerhound assured, leading her towards his campsite.

He was not used to anyone of the opposite sex trying to flirt with him, considering the hermit life he led here in the forest. Was she interested in him, or just toying with him? Females were forever a mystery to the Daggerhound, and he had never really learned how to figure them out.

Dalek did, however, return her smile, glad for some friendly company. Despite being a princess, she seemed humble and hardy, definitely not what he would've expected from someone of a royal family.

Instead of heading into the valley, where there were less trees and bushes, Dalek unflinchingly turned into the heart of the forest, not fazed by the chirps of strange birds and howls of animals who were chasing off intruders from their own nests. These noises signified that he was reaching closer to home – where the wild things prowled. Besides, Dalek knew from experience that it was safer to camp admist the trees than to leave yourself open in a valley or meadow.

"What does your kind eat, anyway?" he asked bluntly, unsure of any other way to word the question. He was extremely curious about her, and besides – if she was staying for the night, it'd be a good idea to know what to feed here. "There are fruits, veggies and berries back at the camp, but if naga are meat-eaters, I can hunt something for you really quick."

"Oh he's just a treat"

She thougth somewhat amused and followed him through the forest with a somewhat happy smile and Fiddled a bit with her bracelets while slithering after Dalek. She giggled a bit when he returned her smile and slithered up besides him and looked down on him. When he asked about what nagas eat and chuckled a bit when he suggested Fruits and Veggies.

-We eat mostly meat and fruits, We dont have that many vegetables where i come from... at least not any that tastes good.

She said with a calm tone and scratched her cheek slightly and then looked down on him with a smile and a slight blush on her face.

((would it not be just awesome if she went into Heat? XD))

The Daggerhound couldn't shake the feeling that this naga was acting strangely around him – but he couldn't place his finger on just why, or even how, it was just something he felt. Still, he gave this situation the benefit of the doubt – maybe all naga were prone to blush around humans, Dalek wouldn't know.

It wasn't of much importance to Dalek anyway, considering how Sajira seemed to be a little easier for him to talk to than most other folks that wandered in this valley. She wasn't loud or obnoxious and didn't seem to find him unbearable, which was all he could ask of his company, really. He couldn't help but wonder just what she was doing in this valley anyway, but he knew it was not his place to ask.

Sajira, who swiftly slithered up to him, informed the Daggerhound that naga did not eat vegetables – mainly because they had no good ones back where she came from. The fact surprised him a little – but then he realized, if the naga were anything like normal snakes, it would make sense.

"I'll have to hunt something for you, then," he mused, and as he said it, he stood still, listening to the forest.

It had been a while since he had hunted something in these forests; it was not something Dalek did often, since he felt it was his duty to protect this valley, not hunt it down. Still, a bit of meat every now and then didn't hurt anyone, and he wouldn't do it for months afterward, to compensate.  

He looked toward her again – and found that she was blushing slightly, but decided to ignore it, unsure of how to act. What he was sure of, however, was his excellent skill as a hunter. "Do you hear that?" he asked, unsure of how good a naga's hearing was – but his own hearing ability, he knew for a fact, was excellent. The grasses rustled, slowly, softly, and a new scent wafted through the area, that of a small pack of wolves stalking the area. From the scent, there were only three or four of them – which was a cakewalk to Dalek, the Daggerhound.

Dalek lowered his voice to a soft whisper, so as to not disturb his prey. "You said you were a warrior princess, right?" He smirked a little, gesturing over towards the direction of the wolves. Normally, he would tell his guests to stay back, let him do the work, and make sure to stay out of trouble – but this one, she seemed more competent than most.

"Prove it."

The Daggerhound crouched, taking a stance that was more animal than man, and, nearly on all fours, leapt into the trees where the wolves were hiding. Unhooking Bonehide, the dagger, from the hem of his pants, he slashed the blade at one of the wolves, killing it quickly and humanely, watching it go down with ease The remaining two wolves growled in anguish at the death of their comrade, and sprang at the party, ready to attack.

[ OOC | Haha, I'm not sure how Dalek would react to that! It'd be interesting...
Also, feel free to have Sajira kill/maim any of the wolves – Dalek will take care of the rest in his next post. ]

-That sounds nice.

She replied when Dalek said he was going to hunt for her and looked at him with an affectionate smile. She stopped slithering forward and looked around in the forest when Dalek asked if she heard anything, Her hood flared up again so that she could hear better and when he asked about her being an warrior princess she smiled somewhat confident.

-Oh doubting me are we?

She said and then looked at the wolfs direction and then back to Dalek who had gone down on all four and then leapt to the trees, She followed Dalek on the ground and slithered swiftly up to the two remaining wolves and punced them both gripping them on their neck and pinning them to the ground. She looked around herself to make sure there were no more wolves and then looked back to the wolves she held and started to tightened her grip on them making the wolves cry out for just a second before a loud bone snapping sound silenced them. She let the wolves go revealing that the colour of her hands had turned into a pitch black colour, She looked at Dalek grinning widely and winked once again at him.

-How's that for proof?

She said and chuckled a bit and relaxed her hands turning them back into the milk white colour they were, her hood also folding back at the same time.

When Dalek had said he was going to hunt for her – he had meant to do all, if not most of the work. Granted, before he could even return to his offensive position, Sajira had already managed to kill the last wolf, swiftly and efficiently, as if she possessed the touch of death. The Daggerhound's orange eyes widened slightly as he watched her hands turn from white to black, to white again, and reminded himself again – he didn't know what he was dealing with here.

 She was almost wraithlike in her kill, but most importantly – she had been humane. The Daggerhound was not fond of killing wolves – they were like brethren to him, in these woods that he called his home – but when he did, he always tried to kill them in small numbers, quickly and humanely, so they would not feel too much pain before death. Breaking their necks – or slitting their throats – was the least painful way to do things.

He took up the wolf he had slain in his hands, and pressed the dead wolf's forehead to his own, as he always did before a kill, whispering a word of thanks. The wolf had given his life so that his own could continue – and for that, these beasts had to be respected. With a heave, he tossed one of the wolves on his shoulder, and carried the other beast in his hands, glad that the small group they had found was light enough to take back to camp.

"Its proof enough," Dalek admitted, shaking his head. "Have you ever eaten wolf before?" He adjusted the dead wolf on his shoulder slightly, so the beast would not slide off. "If not, you're lucky – they'll be a feast of it tonight."

She was still acting strangely, Dalek found – what was with that winking? Females in these woods did not wink at him, they were usually noisy and obnoxious and constantly asked him when they'd get to eat real food, or when they would finally get to go home. He wondered if he preferred their infernal racket to her strange behavior – and thought against it. At least Sajira could hold her own, he mused, and he did not need to worry as strongly for her safety as he did for his other guests.

They were almost near camp now – he could see it now, not too far off from where they were now. The grasshoppers were silent now, and the sky was a darker purple than normal, as stars shyly began to reveal themselves in the night sky. "We're almost there," he said with relief, glad to almost be home, back to the comfort of his camp.

He turned towards her, nodded in his serious way, "I should thank you – for killing the wolves humanely, that is." They were like his brothers – and to see them hurt did not please him, but he knew it was necessary. "Too many 'hunters' in these woods take pleasure in slaughtering the beasts of this valley. But you – I think you might understand – what it means to live in harmony with these creatures." He wasn't normally one for sentimentalities, but when it came to the wolves – to the creatures of these forests – Dalek could help but feel for them.

-Wolf? huh so thats what they are called... I thought they were some kind of gray lions.

She said and picked up the wolves by the neck again and laid them onto the back of her tail and looked back at Dalek. When he mentioned a feast she smiled even more excited and the tip of her tail started wagging enthusiastically, Following Dalek she smelled the wolf he was carrying but got Dalek's smell instead and shivered getting a little to much pheromones stimulating her senses a tad bit too much.

"He smells good.."

She thougt a bit clouded and she did not even notice that they were closing in on Dalek's camp. She snapped out of her "trance" when Dalek turned around and talked to her.

-Ah... well our people lives very close to nature... Then theres that all warriors and hunters learn that "If your strike will not kill, Do not strike"

She spoke a little distant but it did not seem she meant to do so, she had heavy blush on her face the whole time but tried to tone it down with willpower alone, it worked to some extent but not enough to hide the blush.

((Heat, it's a bitch XD))

She was still blushing, and it unnerved Dalek a little, but he wasn't sure how to ask about it. He was pretty sure that maybe it was a naga thing – after all, no one else's face had turned so red when they were around him. Maybe she was ill? If she was, what would he do? Well, there were some wild herbs around here that would probably cure her... He made a note to ask her about it later, but for now...

"We're here."

Finally, the duo had made it to Dalek's camp. He set the wolves gently down near the charred remains of an old campfire, one that had been put out long ago. Next to the campfire were a bundle of sticks, twigs, and bulkier tinder like small logs, which could help him get another fire going, if needed. A ways away from the campfire was a bed, made from logs and soft handfuls of grass – the bed he slept on every night.

He made a note to tell Sajira later that she could have the bed – he was used to sleeping on the floor anyhow. A river could be seen not too far away from the camp, in which one could bathe, or drink from. A small bucket of water sat by the campfire, and banana leaves sat folded near said bucket, which could be used to scoop up water to drink from.

In the trees nearby, he had stored spices, herbs, wild berries, fruits, and mushrooms that would flavor the meat he had caught – and Dalek found himself smiling a little, glad he had restocked his food supply earlier that day. All he'd have to do was get the rotissre ready, prepare the meat, and dinner would be ready in no time.

"Make yourself at home," Dalek urged, sitting cross-legged near the campfire, reaching for his dagger. It would take some time to remove the fur from the wolves and have them ready to be cooked rotisserie style, but it would be worth the wait, in his opinion. Unhooking Bonehide from his pants, he used the dagger to point towards the stream that was not too far off. "There's a stream nearby, if you're thirsty or want to refresh yourself. Be careful – wolves frequent it often. They won't bother you if you don't bother them, though."

Dalek frowned a little at the thought – he had to remember to check up on the pack, later. These wolves did not seem to be esteemed members of their family though – they would've put up more of a fight, if they had been, and wouldn't have been travelling without more members of the group. Swiftly, he used Bonehide to peel the fur from the flesh, making sure to keep the fur in good condition, since they did sell moderately well over in towns and such.

Remembering how strange Sajira had looked before, Dalek looked up at her, and asked, "Are you alright? Your face has been red the whole trip here." Now that they were finally at camp, Dalek couldn't help but ask. If she was ill, if she told him now, he could go out and look for a cure – he may not look it, but he was a decent medic, if he needed to be. Hopefully he hadn't offended her by asking – he was too good at accidentally striking a nerve.

Sajira snapped out of the "trance" once again when they entered Dalek's camp and he announced it. She looked around in the camp and smiled a bit.

-It looks very comfy.

She said and looked at the burned out campfire a bit before shifting her gaze to where Dalek had placed the Wolf. She slithered to the corpse and laid down the two wolfs she was carrying and then smiled at Dalek now without the blush.

-Thanks... A stream? Hmmm well i have not Bathed for a while.. I think i'll go take a bath.

She said and slithered towards the river and dropped her large spear next to the wolves the spear making a loud heavy sound when it hit the ground. She stopped when Dalek asked her why she had been blushing earlier, She turned looking at him and blushed again.

-Ah was i blushing?

She placed her hands on her cheeks tryin to cover her blush and her tail curled up beneath her twisting somewhat embarrased. She then shaked her head briskly and looked at Dalek with a very determined expression and a heavy blush.

-I feel very attracted to you!

She blurted out and then slithered very quickly towards the stream and on her way there she let down her bag onto the ground next to her spear.

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The Daggerhound had to laugh a little, at her sentiments about his camp. Comfy? Well, he had always though so – but for people who were just passing through the valley that had managed to get themselves lost, well, they always thought of it as anything but comfy. It had never been anything he worried about too much – all of the people who he had helped through the valley had said their goodbyes, never to be seen again.

He thought, albeit idly to himself, that Sajira herself was good company. She wasn't obnoxious or rude, and seemed to respect nature at least as much as he did – which was a relief to Dalek, who couldn't stand when nature was desecrated. Perhaps it had to do with her not being human; maybe the Daggerhound just could never get along with humans after all...

With Bonehide still in his hand, Dalek continued skinning the wolf, peeling off the fur gently, so that he could sell their pelt at the market later. Eventually, one had finally been skinned properly, leaving naught but the meaty corpse in front of him. It was a bloody mess, but Dalek was used to the gory mess than came with preparing meat for dinner. He began removing the organs and entrails – along with the other bits that weren't appetizing. To anyone passing by, Dalek might've looked like a butcher, but he managed to do his work with a serious look etched on his face.

At her comment about going to rise off in the stream, Dalek nodded sagely, setting up the primitive rotisserie over the burnt out campfire. He'd need to start a new one, but it was easier to just set the rotisserie up first... "Take your time," he advised, fitting the wolf's body, now free of organs and other icky bits, onto the rotisserie stick. He cranked the handle a few times, making sure that the old thing still worked. "Dinner might not be ready in a while anyway."

Finally, she remembered his question – about her face being red. It was still something Dalek could not understand, but when he asked her about it, she covered her face with her hands, as if to hide the reddening of her face. He furrowed his brows, puzzled – was her sickness something she wanted to cover up? It turned out though, that she had been blushing after all, for she looked at him with a determination he had never seen before, and blurted out, I feel very attracted to you! before slithering away, to the nearby stream.

The Daggerhound sat there for a moment, puzzled, wanting to say something, but was unsure just what to say, and she was already gone.

"Sajira!" he called after her, wanting to remind her about the wolves, but she was already gone. He sighed, wondering if he should go after her at not. If she was going to bathe by the stream, it probably wouldn't be a good idea to interrupt her – he might see things that not ought to be seen... On the other hand, she'd be back, wouldn't she?

Shaking his head, he picked up his flint and a bit of steel, pushing logs and twigs into the pit, ready to start his fire. What did she mean, attracted to him? They had just met each other two minutes ago – how could she be attracted to him? Was it a naga thing? Couldn't nagas only be attracted to their own kind? It was a conundrum and he didn't really know how to approach it – but she was gone now anyway, off at the stream.

How could anyone be attracted to him anyway?

Sajira quickly got to the stream not turning or stopping when Dalek shouted after her. Once she was at the stream she cursed at herself for blurting out something like that.

-Dumb dumb dumb Sajira you do not just blurt out something like that!

She began to undress placing her clothes right besides the stream and took of al her gold jewelry on top of her clothes she was now completly nude save one piece of jewlry, it was the choker her father gave her when she left her homeland, she would never take it off.

-...It's going to be awkward when i get back...

She said to herself and slowly slithered down into the water of the stream. She quietly rinsed her body with her hands enjoying the feel of the water against her skin and scales.

-Mmmmm the water is nice...

She said and splashed some water on her face and hood. She bathed in the stream for quite some time about half an hour before getting out of the water.

-...

she looked towards Dalek's camp and sighed heavily and then reached for her clothes to find that they no longer were there. She looked around for her clothes but they were nowhere to be seen, only her jewelry were still there on the ground somewhat scattered on the ground.

-Ah damnit..

She sighed even more heavily and picked up her bracelets and rings before slithering back to Dalek's camp with her arms in front of her breasts covering them.

((By the way do you have MSN or something?))

The fire had finally started, and he had rubbed the wolf down with herbs and spices – dinner seemed to be going just as planned. He smiled a little at his success – but was still a little worried about Sajira, and how to deal with her sudden outburst of emotions. It was a strange affair, no one had ever randomly burst something out like that to him – but maybe it had to do with the fact that she was a naga. Maybe emotions worked differently for them.

From the holes in the trees, he pulled out wooden plates, two of them – and placed the banana leaves near the bucket of water, so they could scoop up water to drink from them with their meal – that is, if Sajira returned. She was a warrior princess, after all, and Dalek suspected that she'd be fine if she were travelling on her own anyway, but the idea of someone getting lost in this valley wasn't one that appealed to Dalek at all.

He liked to think of this valley as his, something that he inherited from all the blood lost and the animals he had bonded with in this good earth. To know that someone was lost and alone here – it was one that churned his stomach, and that was what had made him begin to guide people out of this forest and back to their homes.

That was another question he hadn't asked Sajira – where was she travelling to, and why? The where was logically the best question to ask, but Dalek couldn't help but be more curious as to why she was travelling. She was a princess, wasn't she? So why wasn't she back with her people? Then again, Dalek, of all people, could understand what it was like – to want to be away from everything and everyone that you had once called home.

The grass rustled softly – and Dalek recognized that as the sound that Sajira made when she slid through the long grass. He looked up toward her – only to find that she was, apparently, shirtless. Realizing he could be mistaken for a pervert if he stared at her, he fiercely turned his gaze towards the roaring fire, and the wolf that roasted above it.

"Sajira," he started, not looking towards her, since that would be the epitome of rude, "what... happened to your clothes?" Actually, he probably knew what happened – he had tried to warn her that wolves frequented that stream, and instead of attack her, they just stole her clothes. Great. Marvelous. Fantastic. But that was fine – Dalek was skilled in the ways of these woods – he could just make her a shirt from dogbane and milkweed, if he had to.

"Do you need me to make you a new one?" A shirt, that was, to cover her top, so dinner wouldn't be awkward.

-They... were gone when i was done bathing...

She said and looked at Dalek somewhat embarassed, she held her arms in fron of her breasts and slithered closer to Dalek. she took a deep sniff to smell the wolf that was roating on the fire and then looked at Dalek when he offered to make her a new shirt.

-If it's not too much of a bother.

She said and coiled her tail beneath herself and laid down belly first onto her own tail. She was now next to Dalek looking into the fire and smiling calmly.

-it's very serene here...

She said and tilted her head sideways and looked at Dalek with  a calm expression. She blushed slightly and looked dreamingly at him before slithering of her coils and getting very close to Dalek from behind and then hugged him softly and leaning on him a bit.

-I've been lonely for a long time since i left my homeland... It feels real good to have someone to talk to.

She blushed heavily and hugged Dalek a bit tighter and pressed her body against him.

-Thank you...

Her story would've been fishy to anyone else, except Dalek, who knew for a fact that her clothes must've been stolen by some local wolves in the area, probably for no other reason than to get a laugh out of it. Or perhaps they were curious – after all, Sajira's clothes had been strange garments indeed, which only served as further proof that she had come from lands far away. He bit his lip, but decided he had no choice – he'd fashion a shirt for her. It was the least he could do, after all – it must've taken some courage to admit that her clothes had been stolen from her.

The Daggerhound was about to get up to get the proper leaves and wild fabrics to start with, but before he could move, Sajira was hugging him softly from behind, pressing her body against him. She had been lonely, she said, since she left her homeland. She was glad for the company – and she even thanked him, which wasn't something much people did while fully meaning what they said. She was really thanking him, something that the Daggerhound almost didn't comprehend. What he had done for her wasn't much different than what he'd do for anything lost wanderer. Did she really mean that? Or was it just a 'naga thing'?

He shut his eyes, and smiled a little, the faintest of smiles. "Don't worry about it," he murmured offhandedly, shaking his head. "This is my job, after all." It was more than a job, really, it was something he did because he wouldn't be able to sleep at night, thinking of all the lost travellers who made their way into Sirantil Valley would've never been able to find their way out again, if not for him. Sajira was the same way. What would've happened to her, if he had not come along?

He untangled himself from her hug, but only to pull out the basswood, dogbane and milkweed from the tree hollows. He had no idea what Sajira's measurements were, and he didn't make clothes with rulers and measurements anyway, so he unraveled the basswood and got to work. Basswood, despite its course name, was a soft fabric with strong roots, so it would not wear out quickly in these harsh conditions.

He was behind her now, and pulled the basswood around her, so the leafy fabric resembled something like a shirt with no sleeves or arm straps – it was just a band of fabric to cover herself with; practical and efficient. He reached for the dogbane roots, which would act as bands of fabric to tie around the basswood, to keep the shirt from falling off. He reached for her chest, to tie the dogbane around her, but hesitated.

"Forgive me," he apologized, before placing a hand on her breast, then tightening the dogbane under her breasts like straps on a corset, to keep the fabric in place. It was imperative that the dogbane be wrapped around her upper body, so that the shirt would not slip off. He moved his hand away, and stepped back to look at his handiwork – feeling a little impressed.

"How does that work for you?" he asked, dusting his hands clean of the dogbane. "I can readjust the straps, if they're too tight."

Sajira smiled when Dalek first repiled to her thanks and loosened her hug a bit but still held onto him a bit. When he said it was his job she became a bit curious at what it was.

-A job? what kind of job?

She said and looked at Dalek when he took out some natural fabrics and such from the treetrunks. She followed dalek with her gaze and looked over her shoulder now that Dalek was behind her. She giggled a bit when Dalek pulled the fabric around her.

-That tickles.

She said and giggled a bit more but got a bit quiet when Dalek placed his hand on her breast. She blushed heavily and looked at Dalek with a shy expression gazing into his eyes somewhat in a trance.

-What? oh it's good... i like it a bit tighter though.

She said somewhat sluggish and looked at Dalek with an embarrased expression and then slithered towards Dalek and hugged him once again leaning her head onto his shoulder.

-I mean what i said before... I like you.

She whispered softly and coiled her tail around them both in a circle. Her body was getting very warm as were her breath to.

She was a touchy-feely one, Sajira was, and Dalek was not sure how to handle it. After adjusting her shirt straps, she hugged him once again, coiling her tail around him. The Daggerhound was not sure how to reciprocate, and wasn't sure if he wanted to – he had known Sajira for a little less than a day, and yet, she was so quick to 'bond' with him. It was almost impossible for him to understand. Dalek, who had only felt affection from wolves and beasts, was now being hugged by this woman – who was part beast, part naga herself. He found himself thinking again, 'Is this a naga thing?' but again, could not bring himself to ask. He bit his lip, turning his gaze towards the campfire that lay before them, crackling innocently, as the sun finally began to retire, and set peaceful in the indigo sky.

"I mean what i said before... I like you."

"Why?" Dalek asked, his eyes darting around the camp. "You barely know me. We just met today." He did not understand this unwarranted affection, and was feeling claustrophobic under her touch. Her body was warm, though, and welcoming, but he could not comprehend why – why? He had never had an encounter like this before – no, such encounters, where women hugged him so closely... the only time anyone of the opposite sex had ever done that was when he had been underground, with the drow. They had loved him back then, had told him they loved him and hugged him closely like this – only to... Only to...

I won't remember it, he told himself, regulating his breathing. I won't remember what they did to me.

"You're probably in heat," Dalek found himself saying aloud, and realized that such a statement might offend her, but it was too late to take back his words. With that, he found himself laughing, almost bitterly. "Heat – that's probably it. You won't like me so much in the morning." And maybe in the morning, things would go back to normal, but then he realized, he wasn't sure what was 'normal' for Sajira. She had been headstrong and proud when they had first met – she had declared herself a pureblood naga and wouldn't stand for being called a monster. And then, suddenly, she had become almost smitten. He was not sure if it had been something he said, but again, maybe it was a naga thing.

"Don't you want dinner?" It was his desperate attempt to change the subject, and to, maybe, escape her grasp. "It will get cold if we don't eat soon."

-I... Feel fuzzy and warm when looking at you..

She said and hugged him closer to herself widening the circle her tail formed around them. She let Dalek go a bit so that she could look him in the eyes and smiled somewhat lustfully. When Dalek said that it was the heat she smiled a bit and stroked one her left hand over Dalek's back and leaned her head against his.

-...That may have one part in thissssss..

She said while sliding out her tounge and making a almost hissing sound like snakes do. She closed her eyes and let go of Dalek and hugged herself and then opened her eyes again before looking at Dalek with a very flushed face.

-I have been lonely for a long time now... and... and i feel like i'm burning up inside... I need your company.. I want it...

She said and got a bit teary eyed and got closer to Dalek and leaned onto him and looked at him closely. She was even starting to sweat even though it was a bit cold in the air.

It was obvious that she did not plan on eating dinner. Like a predator, she had cast her sight on him, and was determined not to let him go. Loosening her grip on him, Sajira looked him in the eyes – and her eyes were full of pure, unadulterated lust.

The drow, he thought, and for that moment, his mind was consumed. The drow have come back for me. And his mind could remember nothing, could see nothing, but the drow. He was back in their underground lair, in that damned cage, and the drow was unlocking it, whispering sweet nothings in his ear. Everything's going to be fine, she had said, but it wasn't. Nothing was fine. He didn't want it – he had refused it, but she had gone ahead and did it anyway. Maybe he'd never be clean. And just as he had been beginning to heal, beginning to forget, they were back for him, they were going to take him underground again, and this time, he wouldn't be able to get out...

He was brought back to his senses when Sajira had let go of him, and suddenly, the drow were gone. He shivered, but not from the frosty cold that the night had wrought. Still,. Sajira would not give up, speaking of her loneliness, her burning, her want for his company. She was leaning onto him, she was burning up, but when she did those things, all Dalek could remember was the drow, and triggers were pulled inside his head. They were back again, they were coming, they would do those dirty things with him again, and they wouldn't stop, he wouldn't escape...

"No!"

He shouted, standing up, emptying his lungs into the word, and he drowned out all the voices of the drow. Just like that, they were gone again, and Dalek was back in reality. "No," he said, in a softer voice – in a voice more like his own. "I can't do that with you, Sajira." He would never do it with anyone. The drow had used it as a form of torture – it could never be something sweet and innocent to him. "I can never do that with anyone."

The Daggerhound sat back down, no longer looking at Sajira, using Daggerhound to slice the cooked wolf with herbs in half – one half for her, which he sat on a wooden plate, and one for him. Despite how good it had smelled, he wasn't hungry, but he ate anyway, to erase the nightmares. The wolf was soft and moist, juicy and flavorful, but he felt worse by eating it. "It will get cold," he reinforced, looking toward her for a brief moment before returning to his meal. He shivered again, but just like before, it was not because of the cold.

When Dalek shouted she flinched back and moved away some from him and her hood flaring up in suprise. She looked at him taking in what he had just said and getting slightly teary eyed but quickly wiping her eyes with her hands and slithered back a bit looking down onto the ground very embarrased.

-S...sorry...

She said in a very weak voice and slithered her tail up under the wooden plate bringing it closer to herself and picking up her plate with her hands looking at the meat with a very dispirited expression and peeled of some of the meat and put into her mouth.

-...Sorry..

She repeated and coiled up her tail beneath herself and laid down upon her coils like they were a bed, and she put down the plate she had on the ground while twisting her tail uncomfortable moaning very quietly and sweating uncontrollaby, She tried to be as quiet as possible to not bother Dalek.

He was a monster.

That's why they called him the 'Daggerhound.' It was because there was a part of his soul that was just not human anymore, and it was now more beast than man. But not even the wildest of beasts would dare to upset a woman as badly as he did just now – so cruelly, so inhumanely. He stared at her, the elegant naga, who had only wanted his company, who had asked for it ever so innocently. Now, she curled herself into a ball, muttered 'sorry,' twice, disheartened and solemn. Dalek couldn't bear to look at her, but couldn't ignore her either. This was his fault, because of his memories, he could only be drowned in the past, he couldn't live in this reckless present.

"Hey," he called over to her, making his way near the coiled up naga, looking down at her. "I... I didn't mean to..." How was he supposed to explain himself? He pressed the palm of his hand to his face, trying to make things right. The Daggerhound sighed, pushing her plate of food away, to give them more space. Her face seemed so solemn, and to think that he was the one who had caused her so much pain was unthinkable, unbearable. He was a beast, an animal, yes, but even the cruelest of animals had hearts.

"I'm sorry, Sajira," he muttered, his voice husky and soft. "I was cruel to you. Forgive me." He offered his arms out to her, to embrace her, if she'd have him. "I am not used to it – not used to this. To a female wanting ... this from me. I..." His words caught in his throat. "I won't reject you again." The demons of his past were something that needed to be conquered, he knew. It wasn't like Dalek didn't want it, he just could never bring himself to do so. And he was certain Sajira would not have him, not after his explosion at her before.

When Dalek first said something she froze lying completly still and listened with a very tense expression on her face. When ha talked again she whimpered a bit and teared up again, when he said that he were sorry and asked for forgiveness she turned her head and glanced at Dalek carefully.

-"..."

She grew even more teary eyed when he offered to embrace her and turned herself a bit more againts him. She almost started to cry when he said that he would not reject her again. She bit her lip hard making it bleed slightly and then pounced Dalek hugging him tightly and wrapping her tail all around him and started to cry and sob.

-"I'm!.. I'm sorry to!"

She cried out and sobbed as she talked hugging Dalek tightly her body were sweaty and warm to the touch. She held onto Dalek for a long time just sobbing and hiccuping, she then looked at Dalek and sniffed loudly and smiled a bit.

-"Thank you..."

She said and closed onto Dalek and placed her lips softly on his and kissed him ever so gently. her coils were not tight around Dalek and did not constrict movement much at all.

Dalek wasn't comfortable with people touching him, in any way, shape, or form. Whether it be something so trivial as a poke, or something as sentimental as a hug, it always made him feel as if bugs were crawling inside his skin, violating his sense of personal space, setting him off edge and ready to blow a gasket at whoever had dared to touch him. He did not freak out this time – although, his breathing was irregular. Every breath he took was forced and manual – it took all of his willpower to keep doing it, at first. Slowly, but surely, he began to calm down, when it became evident that Sajira was not a malevolent force at work here.

She was not a drow. She most certainly was not a drow.

But he had never seen another person cry before – not with such passionate tears. People who got lost in these forests and were taken in by him usually either loathed him for his animalistic nature or feared him because of the legends of the Daggerhound – and so, he had never seen sadness other than his own. It was strange, he could not comprehend it, but it should've been clear to him – Sajira was basically part animal, was she not? Just like him. Perhaps that was what set him at relative ease; perhaps that was why his skin did not feel like bugs were crawling underneath its depths.

"Hey, come on," he muttered, his voice soft, in his attempt to be soothing. "It's gonna be alright. I won't leave you." He pressed a hand to her cheek, and wondered how he had managed to create such a powerful sadness in her. It must be the heat, he realized, and despite knowing what she needed, he could not find himself able to initiate anything.

And then, she was kissing him. Whoa. It was soft, it was not invasive or prying - one could say it was Dalek's 'first' kiss - one without intimations of using him or clawing madly at his body. Without thinking, his lips meshed with hers and his body slowly, but surely, relaxed. He withdrew, pulling himself away from her lips, and could only think, What am I doing?

It was wrong, wasn't it? She was a princess, wasn't she? He could imagine the repercussions –  of a ceremonial gutting of the impure human who had slept with their princess. God, no, he didn't need that. Even if there weren't repercussions, he still couldn't do it. Even though, he realized, she might be the only one who might ever be able to understand him. There was something about his beastly behavior that could relate to the warrior naga within her, he knew – he could feel it, although it was a strong, almost overpowering feeling, something that he was trying to ignore.

"Sajira," he asked, looking up at her, in her eyes. "Why are you alone out here, by yourself?" He brushed his thumb over her cheek lightly, catching a falling teardrop from her eyes with his thumb and sweeping it away. "Don't you have anyone for you, back home?" His heart was hurting – his body was on fire, and he wasn't sure whether or not it was because she was warm, too. "Don't you have anyone who... cares about you?"

He was fishing. He baited his hook, threw the line, waited.

Sajira looked back into Daleks eyes with tears still rolling down her cheeks but not as much as before, She looked down onto his chest and thought quietly for a couple of seconds before looking back up into his eyes.

-"To answer your question simply, No i do not have someone that waits nor cares about me..."

She paused and looked at Dalek with a very tender gaze and slowly twined a lock of Daleks hair around her finger meekly playing with it still with a sad expression.

-"I have a Bethrothed... I dont like it... that someone makes a decision for me without my consent. Now i love my father but i hate his decision because he did not made it without my knowing nor consent..."

Her finger let go of the lock of hair that she played with and put the tip of her finger on Daleks lips and traced her finger along the contures of his lips while having a somewhat sad expression.

-"Dalek... Please, indulge yourself in me, Show me your feelings..."

She said begging Dalek still sobbing timidly, the scales on her body shivered from the warmth in her depths and she timidly looked at Dalek waitin for his answer and reaction.

Oh god, why did he bother asking? He had hoped – prayed – that perhaps, Sajira, despite being a princess, had no one waiting for her at home. Only to find – cruel irony! – the opposite was true. She had a betrothed, and he could picture him now. He was probably huge, a warrior, and would gut him should the secret of this tryst ever be known. The fact that she had been so honest with him – and the tender touch of her finger against his lip, only made it harder for him to resist. He hadn't planned on doing anything with her – he planned on rejecting all her advances and hoping that she'd sleep the heat off, but now, she had worked on him like a drug.

He had never been in such a situation before.

"Sajira..." He breathed out her name – it sounded sweeter, now that he knew she was forbidden, but it also made him hate himself a little more. "I can't... I shouldn't..." But since when did he care – about the intricacies of society? He was an animal, but didn't he have morals? He thought he did. He had thought he did – but now, he wasn't so sure. How could he walk away from her now, when she wanted him, and he – goddamnit – he wanted her as well? It was a little more than just that want for physical gratification. It was a need for his body to connect with hers, for him to know what it would feel like, for the two of them to be joined together fully.

Despite his words, Dalek found his hands wandering towards her breasts, cupping them in his hands through her shirt of dogbane. He traced the contours of her upper body, his hands shaping her waist, feeling her delicate, yet strong body. Somehow, he felt safe here, coiled amongst this massive naga. He placed a hand on her neck, gently, and moved towards her neck, kissing it softly. Again, his hands moved towards her chest, massaging her breasts tenderly. His kisses moved up her neck, towards her cheek, and finally, on her lips. He drew her in, a passionate kiss, lost.

He had thought he had morals. But maybe he was all animal – maybe he had never been a man at all.

Sajira looked at Dalek with a sweet gaze and patiently waited for his response and tried to not give in to her feelings and pounce him once again. Her body were becomming warmer and warmer by the second, it was if it were burning under her skin and her whole body reacted to it by sweating and coiling her tail around Dalek a bit impatiently.

-"..."

She looked at Dalek with a sad expression when he said he couldn't and began to let him go slowly but when she felt his hands against her breasts her whole body became like it was electrified and she moaned sweetly, she looked at Dalek with an lustfull gaze and a heavy blush. When he continued to touch her body she shivered in pleasure and when he kissed her neck she moaned loudly and wraped her arms around Dalek before shivering again in peasure when he started to massage her breast.

-"Ah! Dalek!"

She stuck out her tounge in pleasure and when Daleks kisses reached her cheek she seeked out his lips with hers and kissed him passionately. Now her whole body were flushing and her tail gently squeezed around Daleks body and her own hands were wandering down his neck to his chest and finally towards his groin where she slid her hands under Dalek's pants in stroking motions.

((Sorry it took so long, i hade problems writing a reply :P))

It was the first time a woman had breathed out his name like that – the first time it had ever been said in raptures. It felt right, for her to call his name, for him to be in control. He wondered if she felt the way he felt – if, when he ran his fingers down her waist, her body burned with the same passion. He had never linked such close intimacy with tremors of passion and lust before, no – these sorts of things were usually done to him in the dark, by scornful women with cold, dead eyes. He had thought he would never be able feel this sort of connection before – he had thought he would live and die, cold and barren.

Sajira had shown him another path. She was gentle, delicate, but still had the power of a naga. He could feel it in her – as she tightened her tail around his abdomen, as she snaked her tongue in his mouth. He was a little surprised by it, but still, her motions were gentle, soothing, and precise. There was a lot of trust in this exercise, for he trusted her not only with his body, but with his soul. He had been broken by women before, had his soul ripped to pieces by women before, in this same sexual dance, in this tangle that he'd never been able to enjoy. But Sajira was different, he knew.

He felt her hand reach down – stroking his member with gentle strokes. He sucked in his breath, unsure if he was ready for this, but a new animal had overridden any part of the man he had left. He kissed back down her neck, and with his free hand, pulled his dagger, Bonehide, from the strap he held on his pants. "Don't worry," he breathed, "I won't hurt you. I promise." He took the dagger, and put the blade underneath her shirt. In a fluid motion, he ripped the shirt away from her, bearing her naked under the night sky.

Now there was less cloth between them, less room for separation. His breathing was sharp – he was still tense, still unsure of himself, despite how fast they were progressing. Still, he was the one who had removed her last barrier, he was the one who wanted this, who wanted to erase all the bad memories of such trysts like this. He felt, if anyone could make the pain go away, Sajira could. He held her breasts in his hands, breathing in slowly as he brought his mouth down to them, kissing them gently. She was beautiful, he realized – an albino white in color, the same as the pale moon that hung in the night sky. Was she his, for the night? And would it only be for this night?

Her body shivered in pleasure as she were touched by Dalek and she moaned sweetly at even the slightest touch from him making her heart race faster every time. Her tail curled up a bit to give her some space as she ripped his pants apart with her strong hands and sharp claws. she instinctly reacted to Dalek when he drew his knife but stopped herself from doing anything and watched him as he explained himself.

-"I know you wont hurt me"

She said sweetly and kissed him briefly before her newly made shirt were cut up and fell from her body revealing her large pale breasts to the moonlight and Daleks vision. Her white skin luminated slightly in the moonlight giving her a ghost like appearance. when he held her breast she moaned loudly and she shiviered in pleasure even more when he kissed her breasts. His touch were electric to her and sent waves of pleasure trough her body making her moan sweetly.

-"Ah so good!"

She looked at Dalek with pure lust in her eyes before she reached with her left hand down to Daleks groin and put her hand on his tool stroking it tenderly and carefully. Sajira were quite a bit larger than Dalek but as she looked at him she could only see his eyes and only feel his touches she did not see the size difference not even the difference of race she saw.

-"...I ah! Love you Dalek"

She suddenly said and tighened her coils a bit again and pressed herself closer to dalek and started to stroke his member a bit more enthusiasticly. She lowered he head and ran her tounge over his neck and stroked with her other hand over his chest passionately. Sajira had never really felt this way before but the way everything happened feeled so right, Like it were supposed to be like this from the start.

((Sorry it took so long :P))

Without much warning, Dalek found himself naked, under the stars – entangled in Sajira's coils. He stopped to breathe in, to breathe out – to remember that she wasn't going to hurt him, that everything was going to be fine. This was the first time Dalek ever had any sort of control in a situation like this, and his heart and soul was totally in Sajira's hands now. She was a total stranger, just someone he had met in the forest, but he could not help but optimistically (boyishly, like a fool) hope that she would handle his heart with care. He wondered if she knew how easily she could break him – how easy it would be, to crush his soul like, a ceramic bowl falling to the ground...

Out of the blue, she proclaimed a love for him, and Dalek couldn't figure out its origins. He stopped, suddenly, wondering if it was just something she said, or something she meant. "Sajira...I..." he breathed, unsure of how to respond. He could not find the words (he never could), and for a minute, wondered if he could continue on. She was betrothed to someone else – but she had used that word, love (in what context? in what way?) and Dalek was sure this would all end up to the destruction of his soul, and his ego.

But he could not stop now. His member hardened with her strokes, and he felt his heart skip beats as she ran a hand down his chest. Still breathing steadily, Dalek squeezed her supple breasts in his hands, moving his hands down her body, across her waists, on her hips, before stopping where her humanoid top clashed with her naga bottom. It was here where her scales seemed looser, and Dalek pulled them back, exposing her sex. He pressed two fingers against her warmth, rubbing the area gently, while his free hand resting on her hip, rubbing up and down her body. Finally, he pushed two fingers inside her, pumping in and out of the naga quickly.

He thought of that word she had used before – love – and was not sure if he had a response to it or not. He felt the need to join inside her, but he wanted to prepare her, to make sure she was ready – because the gods knew that Dalek definitely was not. It was a conundrum – he felt this burning need for them to join, but morally, he was torn. But he was thinking with his other head now, and he was too deep in this situation to pull out. Did he love her as well? Was it okay for him to say it? He wasn't sure. He didn't know. He didn't know anything anymore. All he knew was that he wanted to be inside her, bad.

Sajira looked at Dalek with a affectionate gaze and smile before she kissed him sweetly before looking in him in the eyes lovingly.

-"Ah! I love you.."

She said again when Dalek squeezed her breasts and blushed heavily while letting him take the lead in this sexual dance. When he moved his hands downward her body she shivered in pleasure, and when he reached her groin area she looked down on him and smiled.

-"It's rig-AH!"

She were interrupted when Dalek pulled back the scales covering her sex, she moaned loudly when he rubbed his fingers over her sex and jolts of pleasure ran through her whole body and when he pushed his fingers inside her sex she moaned even louder and sweeter and actually came once. She leaned onto Dalek breathing heavily and smiled lovingly at Dalek and then kissed his neck before she playfully bit his shoulder and then whispered in his ear.

-"Don't rush it... take it slow Dalek, I'm Ah! ready whenever you are my love."

She whispered sweetly and ran her fingers over his member slowly while moaning because of Dalek's fingers. She slowly uncoiled her tail around him and gave him room to act, and she moved at the slightest push giving Dalek controll of the situation and her position.

(( Basically she is allowing Dalek to move her into any position he would like :3 ))

Was it wrong?

To love the way she cried in ecstasy when he touched her? To love the way she said his name in her bouts of passion. He couldn't help but relish the sound, and pumped his fingers a little quicker inside her at her prompting, wanting to hear her moan louder, harder, to say his name one more time.

There was she was again – saying that word, love. The first time might've been a fluke, but now, could he dare to dream, to think that, perhaps she meant what she said? It filled his heart with an intense, unnamed emotion – it made him bring his mouth to hers once more, and kissed her fully, passionately, his tongue snaking in her mouth, while still moving his fingers inside her.

He was a lot more forceful now than before with his movements – his fingers curled upward in her, meaning to hit her pleasure points, while he broke the kiss, moving down to her breasts. He playfully bit at her nipples, and sucked them, while massaging them roughly, more passionately than before.

Take it slow, she had whispered in his ear. I'm – Ah! – ready whenever you are, my love. He was already hard, from her strokes, from her moans – and at this point, it was hard to resist her any further. He rubbed his hard member against her sex, stroking it back and forth, teasing her, teasing himself. He positioned his arms at her waist, and backed her up against the nearest tree, giving himself an easy angle to work himself in.

"Sajira..." He breathed, his voice tense, peppered with lust, "I love you, too." As soon as he said it, he was inside – and he almost couldn't believe how good it felt. He moved one hand on her breast, the other on her waist, and pumped inside her, quickly, with need, with passion. He breathed out her name again, Sajira, a whisper on the wind, as he continued to thrust inside her. This connection – this bond – he had never felt it before. He was sure this was real – whatever this was – even though he had never felt anything like it before.

Sajira were in total rapture from Dalek's touches, every time he moved hif fingers in her sex her whole body shuddered in pleasure and her arched her back even more when he curled his finger a bit hitting al the good spots. She lovingly responded to his kisses with her own and snaked with her own tounge in his mouth.

-"Ah!"

She twitched in supprise and pleasure when dalek bit her nipple and looked down on him with a clouded gaze before she felt something else prodding at her sex. She blushed intensely and looked down at her sex seeing his tool prodding agains her sex. She smiled lustfully and were about to say something when Dalek pushed her towards the nearest tree, she instinctively grabbed hold of the tree and braced herself. whe he spoke her name she looked at him longingly and smiled blissfully.

-"..."

She had intended to say that she loved him again but when he claimed love for her she looked at him in amazement before a great smile spread across her while happy tears rolled down her cheeks, She moaned loudly again when he thrusted his tool into her, her tounge stretched out in pleasure and her claws digging into the trunk of the tree. She were still for a moment and when Dalek put a hand on her breast she moaned sweetly and started to slowly grind her hips against his movements seeking to pleasure them both more. She moaned his name again as he had called her name and clawed lustfully at the tree trunk to not expose Dalek to her claws.

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He was in control.

This wasn't like before – where he had been used to pleasure others, no, when he had been forced to pleasure others, as a slave of the drow. This was different, he knew, where both he and her were entangled in the same lust-filled spell, drowned of any rational thought, replaced and fueled by pure emotion, pure lust, pure passion. It was intoxicating, what she did to him – and in many ways, she was his first. His first true experience, when it came to making love.

He thrust deeper inside of her, holding her hips, breathing heavily. Damn, he had never known this could feel so good. With each thrust, he began to move a little faster, slowly getting used to the rhythm of their bodies clashing together. His heart seemed like it would burst out of his chest, for he wasn't sure how much he could take, how long he could go, especially with Sajira moaning and arching her back. She was beautiful, he could not help but realize – and he would realize this again and again, with every thrust, with every moan, with every miniscule movement of her body. She was beautiful, and that was the only coherent thought that could form in his head.

Oh gods, she was grinding her hips against her – he was even more unsure of how long he could last. It was as if every inch of his body had been lit aflame with this unbridled passion, this animalistic urge to keep thrusting into her – harder, faster, deeper. He wrapped his arms around her body and continued driving his member deeper into her, whispering her name on her lips, kissing her softly. "Sajira..." he muttered, his voice soft, "I... I don't know how long I can..." Gods, this was embarrassing – they just started and he was already ready to blow? Damnit. But it wasn't his fault, was it, that she drove him crazy? He had never known, after all, that making love could be wonderful. Sajira had taught him otherwise – that it could be something of beauty, of lust, and maybe even of love.

-"Anh?!"

She moaned sweetly and opened her closed eyes looking at Dalek when he talked to her. I... I don't know how long i can.., He were on the verge of climax she could feel it now that it were not long before he would reach climax, but then again Sajira had climaxed sveral times already. She smiled and placed one of her hands on his cheek softly while smiling happily.

-"Go on Dale-Ahn! Dalek... L-let's co-hme! together."

She said interupted by his thrusts mid sentence but kept talking anyway. This were not the first sexual encounter Sajira had got herself into but it were by far the best and most exhausting she've ever had. Most of her enconters had been hours long but the climaxes had been so far apart, With Dalek they came one after another tireing her much faster and now she felt her climax comming closer and closer.

-"I'm-Ahn!... I-I'm"

She felt herself getting much closer by each thrust Dalek made and she felt a twitch in her hand which she quickly moved back from Dalek's cheek to the tree trunk behind her gripping it tightly breaking through the bark with her Claws. She widened her eyes as she grinded against Daleks thrust and moaned loudly as she climaxed violently making all of her muscles contract and intinctively her sex clamped down onto Dalek's shaft like a vice in hope of making him climax too. Her tail also grabbed hold of another tree behind Dalek squezing it hard while a powerful cracking sound were made as her tail almost broke the tree in half.

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It was strange, how safe Dalek felt in Sajira's embrace. She was gentle, yet fierce and passionate at the same time – a perfect medley of softness and emotion. She placed her hand on his cheek, and smiled – and how could he not smile back? It had been, maybe hours ago, before he had finally given in to Sajira's heat, and in such a short amount of time, he felt changed – as if he was a whole different person. He wasn't sure how this could happen, or if this was just his mind playing tricks on him, but it was as if he had been sick before, and Sajira had cured him, miraculously.

With each thrust, he could feel himself coming closer and closer to his finish – it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep holding out like this. But she proposed for them to finish together, and the way she asked – well, how could she refuse? He grabbed her hips, pounding inside her quicker, with more vigor, whispering her name over and over again with each thrust. Her warmth – enveloping him, surrounding him – was almost too much to bear. Soon, he would be spent – he knew he wouldn't last for much longer, at this point.

She finished first, but he did not expect her sex to tighten the way it did – the pleasure it gave was enough to trigger his own orgasm. He came inside her, releasing his seed in her, not thinking about the consequences, too enwrapped in his own lust. It was the longest orgasm – and the best – he'd ever had; his entire body was set aflame with pleasure, until he couldn't take it anymore. He could hear Sajira nearly break the tree he had propped her up against, and was glad it hadn't fell, because at this point, he wouldn't have been able to care.

Spent, he wanted to collapse from exhaustion, but didn't. He breathed heavily though, trying to catch his breath, having never been put through such an exhausting experience such as this. Reluctantly, he pulled out of her, not wanting to leave her warmth, but he did so anyway. After seeing the aftermath of his messy orgasm inside her, it was only then that the thought of getting her pregnant came across his mind, but no, that couldn't happen. He wasn't sure if it was even possible – for a human and a naga to have a child.

He looked up at her, and took her hands in his, and said what he could only think before, over and over again. "Sajira..." he started, as he always did, loving the sound of her name. "You are beautiful," he said – simply, but with urgency, as if he was afraid he would forget to tell her such an important thing. "I..." he began, but again, she had stolen his tongue, and maybe even his soul. So he kissed her again, but it was filled with all the feelings he felt for her – a kiss not of lust, but of something else. He wasn't sure what that something else was...

Sajira breathed heavily as she laid on the ground recovering from the extreme pleasures that she just had, looking up into the starry sky with a slight smile and heavy blush, She thought about the idea of pregnancy for a moment before discarding the thought, A human and a Naga could not have a child... Could they?

-"Ah?"

She looked at Dalek when he took her hands and instantly lost her train of thought and looked into Dalek's eyes lovingly, Her heart raced every time he said her name and she blushed harder while looking at him. He tried to say something but he did not finish the sentence and instead gave her a kiss again, of course she kissed him back lovingly and leaned herself against him and stuck out her slpit tounge a bit making out with Dalek passionately.

-"Dalek i... I love you."

She whispered into his ear after breaking the kiss briefly before kissing him once more. Her tail Wrapped softly around Dalek and and almost hugged him carefully.

Sajira was so very careful with him, so sure not to break him – he felt so safe, in her arms. It was weird, because he never thought he'd ever be in a position like this, where he had felt safe after being intimate with a woman. He had thought the drow had taken that away from him – his ability to love. He had thought that a person like him could never hold or be held tenderly, but Sajira had proved him wrong. Somehow, against all odds, Sajira had managed to prove him wrong, and he felt as if he owed her the world for that.

He was so tired though – never before had he felt so ... exhausted. He kissed her once more, leaning into her arms, trying to stay awake, but finding that such a task was proving troublesome. He heard her tell him that she loved him again, but by that point, Dalek was too spent to reply. He murmured her name out once more, but eventually, he felt asleep, while cradled in her arms. Never before had he been so vulnerable, but he knew that if it was Sajira, he'd be okay. He would apologize for falling asleep on her in the morning – if, when he woke up, she was still there. He hoped that she'd be. With all his heart, he dearly hoped so.

Sajira Embraced Dalek lovingly when he said her name again, and when he fell asleep she smiled widely and stroked her hand over Dalek's hair sofly before lifing Dalek into her arms and curled her tail under herself before placing Dalek on the coils as they were some kind of bed.

-"..."

She looked at Dalek as he slept with a happy smile she then reached for her bag and pulled out a large blanket and laid it over Dalek and herself as she snuggled closer to Dalek and embraced him carefully, She spent almost an hour on just looking at Dalek and whispering his name softly before actually falling asleep as well.

Daybreak.

The sun gently shook Dalek awake, the Daggerhound coming to a stir groggily, as he always did. He sat up, looking left and right, before realizing just where he was – in the grasp of a sleeping naga. At first, his eyes widened, but then last name came rushing back to him in a whirlwind of emotion, and he remember – ah, this is Sajira. What surprised him, really, was the fact that she was still here – that he was still in her arms, right where she had kept him.

He looked up at her, wiggling out of her arms carefully, not wanting to wake her up if she was asleep. The Daggerhound ran a hand through his tousled hair, replaying what had happened last night, unsure of what it all was supposed to mean. He had done things with her... that he was sure he had never done with anyone else. Things that had always been done to him, forcibly, by monsters in the dark. Why was it that when he looked down at his hands, he felt unclean? Why was it that, when the sun shone down on him, he felt unworthy of its gaze?

The Daggerhound took a quick dip in the stream and pulled on a new pair of loose-fitting black pants, tied around his waist with a bit of twine. He returned back to the campsite quickly, looking down at burnt out fire. The wolf meat they had laid out for dinner that night was completely gone – probably eaten by animals that were in more need of it than he. He muttered a silent prayer of thanks to the beasts who had made sure the food had not gone to waste, then set to work making another fire – to make them breakfast. He didn't want to wake her, so he set about it quietly, deciding it best that she wake up on her own accord.

Sajira slowly stirred awake when Dalek wriggled himself out of her grasp but she fell back to sleep again and curled up a bit more. and after some time she tried to hug Dalek where he had been beside her, not getting grip on anything other than her tail she slowly opened her eyes and slowly rose from her bed of coils and looked about slightly dazed, she flickered with her tounge smelling something cooking which made her come out from her daze and looked towards the campfire where Dalek was.

-"..."

She looked at him lightly before smiling softly and looking at him with an loving gaze before slithering stealthily towards him coming up behind him she gently wrapped her arms around Dalek and leaning her head onto his shoulder from behind.

-"Goodmorning Dalek"

She said softly and kissed him on the cheek lovingly before looking at the fire he's preparing.

-"You making a fire for breakfast?"

Dalek looked up to hear Sajira's voice, smiling as he noticed that she was awake. With her arms wrapped around him, he felt warm – safe, secure – and in a way, it only helped to solidify that everything that happened last night was real. Her kiss on his cheek nearly made him blush – he wasn't used to such tender affection from anyone.

"Good morning, Sajira," he replied softly, and as he said it, the fire finally caught to the pile of branches. He poked around with the twigs, feeding the flame, until the fire became large and hearty, big enough to sustain them for breakfast, and maybe for lunch as well. "Yeah, the fire's ready for breakfast – all we need now is something to cook over it."

He turned towards her, in order to give her a kiss on the cheek as well. "I was going to go down to the river, to catch some fish to fry over the open flame," he started, looking up at her, rubbing his neck. "Is fish okay? Or would you prefer a different kind of meat?" He wasn't really sure how to act, really – after last night, well, what did that all mean, for the both of them? He was used to taking care of other people, out here in the wilderness, but this was different, wasn't it? He felt something for Sajira, but he didn't know what to call.

"Maybe we should hunt together?" Maybe it'd be easier that way.

Sajira Hummed pleased when Dalek greeted her and the warmth of the fire hit her, She gazed into the flame as it grew and smiled softly. When he turned around and kissed her on the cheek she blushed happily and smiled at him. He seemed a bit unsure as he spoke to her and Sajira just smiled amused and softly as he talked and as she was going to reply he asked her "Maybe we Should Hunt Together" She widened her eyes and looked at Dalek for some time before her expression softened and a wide smile spread over her lips.

-"Yes i would really like to hunt together with you"

She said and lowered herself and kissed Dalek on the lips passionately before she raised herself again and smiled happily as she looked at Dalek. The tip of her tail was swaying around ecitedly as she waited for Dalek's reply.

He wasn't used to this kind of warmth. He didn't know what to expect, or how to react, when Sajira smiled at him, and kissed him unabashedly. He blinked, orange eyes wide, and eventually smiled, laughing a little to himself. He didn't know what to call this sort of thing — there was a word for it, but he wasn't sure if it applied here — but he cherished her — and her company — nonetheless. At the very least, he knew that much.

"Right," he finally answered, gathering his bearings. He stood up, away from the crepitating fire, looking up at her. "What would you like to hunt? There should be some wild boar near the stream, up ahead... And we may be able to find elk, if we delve further into the woods." He took his blade up from the mossy forest floor and strapped it to the side of pants, ready for the fight up ahead, awaiting Sajira's choice.

Sajira smiled warmly at Dalek when he seemed a bit lost by her actions but did not think much of it, She pondered a bit when he asked what she would like to hunt, she smiled after a bit and crossed her arms beneath her naked chest and looked at Dalek lovingly.

-"Elk would be best now i think"

She finaly answered and chuckled a bit before looking at Dalek a bit amused and slid her tail towards her backpack and drew it towards her before reaching into it and searching for something.

-"Huh... i thought i only had one of these..."

She said and pulled out a tight shirt, same as the one she had on when she first met Dalek. She put it aside and pulled out a larger cloth which she wrapped around her waist like a skirt, She then picked up the shirt she had and put it on. she then turned back to Dalek with a smile.

-"well i'm ready when you are"

He had been wondering what to do with Sajira's clothing situation, but thankfully she had her own clothes to make up for it. He had to make a note not to destroy any more of her clothing in the future — making new ones took quite some time, after all.

The Daggerhound grinned at her enthusiasm, looking up at her fondly. "I'll lead the way — stay close," he told her, placing his dagger in mouth, biting down on the handle. He moved swifter through the forest on all fours, and he would be able to strike an animal better in this position.

After some time, they were near the stream, where the elk gathered. He nestled amongst the trees, camouflaged against the foliage. Dalek looked back up at her, forming his plan, removing the dagger from his mouth to speak. "These elk are very quick, so we'll have to make sure to be quicker," he noted, pointing his dagger at the herd.

 "On my mark, we'll strike the center of the herd, where they gather." He looked back toward the elk, and started the countdown. "Three, two..." Dalek put his blade back in his mouth, biting down at the handle and threw up his hand, signaling for her to strike. He too ran amidst the herd, blade at the ready.

Sajira smiled and nodded when Dalek told her to follow and she swiftly slithered after him keeping her eyes on his behind blushing a bit, She slowed down when he spoke and notified her of the Elk just ahead and she nodded still smiling.

-"..."

She took a deep breath as Dalek started to count down and her hands turned black and her hood flared out slowly. At Daleks command she burst out from the foilage and slithered towards one of the bigger Elks and slammed it to the ground and then her tail coiled around the elk constricting its movement before she grabbed hold of the Elk's horns and with a sharp twist she snapped it's neck.

-"We just need one eh?"

She asked and looked up towards Dalek with a slight smile while she shouldered the corpse of the elk.

Before Dalek could even strike his elk, Sajira had already killed one, shouldering it without much of a hassle. He couldn't help but smile at the scene — Sajira was truly a woman unlike any other. Who else could say they'd been with someone who could kill and shoulder their own elk so easily? In all his time spent in the woods, he hadn't come across anyone like her at all.

"Yeah, one's good enough for us," Dalek noted with a smile and a nod. "C'mon, let's clean this guy up." He put the knife back at his side — he'd need it for ridding the elk of his fur, but that would come in time.

Thankfully, camp wasn't very far away. Dalek tossed a few nearby logs in the place where the fire had burned last night, getting ready to start up their breakfast. He looked up at Sajira, and wondered how he could still feel a little shy around her, considering what they had done last night.

"Sajira," he began, as the fire slowly began to burn. "You said you had a betrothed last night, right?" The fire burned a little hotter, a little quicker. "Besides that... that's all I really know about you." He set the elk on his lap, withdrawing his knife to rid the beast of its fur. "If you tell me more about you, I'll tell you more about me," he offered, looking up at her, to see what she thought of the idea.

sajira smiled warmly at Dalek when he responded and then followed him back to the camp still carrying the elk over her shoulders, the tip of her tail wiggled in an excited fashion as she moved and her heart beat a bit faster as she still felt the adrenaline rush from the Hunt and the light blush on her face showed she was excited in more ways than one.

-"Oh... Well to be perfectly honest i don't have that much to say about me, I have been traveling out here in the world for eight years now."

She paused and settled down next to Dalek using her coils as a bed to lay down upon, She gazed over the fire as she smiled and blushed a bit while playing some with the Jade snakehead on her choker.

-"Traveling through forests, Swamps, Mountains and even some cities, I think i mentioned it before but i'm on what our people call the Pillgrimage of the Warrior.. the pillgrimage is over when the warrior have achived enlightenment"

She slithered around Dalek stopping behind him and leaning against his back softly while smiling widely and softly stroking her hand on his shoulder.

-"But.. i don't think i will be going home in a very long time, if ever..."

She said smiling happily before softly kissing Dalek on his neck before closing her eyes and resting some while leaning against his back.