A meeting of new lovers and old friends [P-Kythe]

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To say that Pol was nervous would have been a great understatement.  The half wolf was fretting about like a mother bird expecting an eagle to swoop down and pluck up her chicks.  Or perhaps like a boy expecting to lay with his first woman.  Or a man expecting to lay with his last.  But no matter who you say it, the wolf man was extremely nervous.  Today would be the first time since they'd confessed their love for each other that he and Kythe would have more then a few brief moments and stolen kisses.  There was no doubting that they were both busy, making coin to eat and sleep well.  It seemed that in this world there was no shortage of bounties to be had.  Of course this did not always mean Pol, or Silver as he was often known, would always have a bounty to chase down.  Far too often it seemed like the crimes of these men and women were petty little things, like the use of magic on one occasion.  Damned bloody fools if anyone asked the former ranger.

On principal, he only took bounties where the criminal had actually done something criminal.  For what ever reason, Pol took a strange pleasure from putting a fleeing murderer in his place, with perhaps a tooth or five less then he'd had before.  Kythe was much the same way, which had only endeared her to him more.

So it probably shouldn't have been all together surprising that Pol had sent word for Kythe to meet him in the Draconi Forest for a hunt.  There was not much the bounty hunter could do besides love his woman and kill.  He was a skilled hunter, and a renowned bounty hunter, so the idea of a hunt with Kythe seemed completely natural to him.  That and he had no idea what else they might do.  Of course, he was not completely without romantic sense, he knew of a lake with a waterfall that glowed in the light of the setting sun, and had the presence of mind to pack some food and wine should their hunt not go well, in addition to a simple tent and pair of bed rolls.

As he ranged in the forest towards the designated meeting place, he tested his bow string, making sure it was still waxed correctly.  The weather did not promise rain, but the forest was always a moist place.  Back in DaeLuin he had a bow that would not break even if strung for its whole life, but here his bow was fragile and had to be taken care of, and thus remained unstrung for the moment.

The air smelt of deer, boar and various forms of foul.  Silver thought that boar might be good, but he'd not thought to bring his boar spear.  Oh well, deer and bird would be good enough, besides with the right set of wild spices either could be made as delicious as anything else.  So the man wolf trotted out into a small clearing, exactly where he'd informed Kythe to meet him and waited for her to arrive, all the while thinking, there is nothing better then spending the day with an old friend....except for maybe a new lover.

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It had taken Valandil everything within his power to stop his beloved Bonded from flying to meet Pol and it had taken him even more to actually YELL at her to stop pushing him - he just physically could NOT fly any faster no matter how much she snapped at him. She'd sulked like a child after that but after a swift dive and turn on Valandil's part she had stopped acting like a spoilt brat and had relaxed into the flight. Her shoulder had healed nicely, but no one wanted to risk a relapse and so it was up to Valandil to transport her from one place to another, not that the dragon minded ferrying her around mind you, it gave them a chance to be together.

She was acting so oddly! It was as though she was falling in love for the first time all over again and having to explore the feeling, which in a way she was. She and Pol had only just admitted how they felt about one another and were still getting used to that. They'd stolen kisses and embraces whenever they could but they both had to earn a living and there seemed to be endless amounts of people needing their skills. Petty arguments would escalate and she and Pol would be torn apart yet again to sort out whatever the problem was. It grew tiresome but it was a simple life and for that she was thankful. Some problems she had merely laughed at and had sat both parties down to talk with them over it rather than collect the bounty and in that she had made some good friends that offered her shelter and food for free when she needed it. There were some advantages to how she led her life.

Valandil back winged furiously, furling his wings against his back and turning his neck so that his black eyed gaze could fix upon his beloved Bonded. He offered up a croon as she slid from his back and scratched his muzzle lovingly. Kissing him on the nose she grabbed the box containing her bow and waved goodbye to him as she ran through the trees to meet Pol. Valandil and Kythe had already spoken about the days agenda and had decided that she and Pol deserved some time completely alone, even without the watchful eyes of the dragon, and so Valandil was going to head off to find himself some she-dragon or other to amuse himself with while Kythe had fun with Pol.

The woman stopped as her emerald eyes settled upon Pol’s form. Leaning against the tree she watched him for a moment, content just to stand there and look at him lovingly. She found herself blushing for no reason whatsoever and so decided she’d watched him long enough. Striding forward she couldn’t help but grin as her heart began to race. No doubt he would catch her scent but she tried her best to creep up behind him, her footfalls silent. Close behind him she stood on her tiptoes and placed her hands around his eyes, leaning her body against him to whisper to him.

“Guess who?� She whispered softly, her lips brushing against his ear.

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The wind was in his favor for once, and the half wolf caught the sweet scent of Kythe long before his other sense became aware of her presence.  He'd known her scent for years, how many he couldn't exactly remember, but never before had it smelt so sweet.  Pol knew he was behaving foolishly, but he didn't care, so long as Kythe didn't as well.  It was strange, his memories told him that he'd known this woman for pretty much his entire life, and yet as he stood in the forest awaiting her arrival, as he had done hundreds of times before, he felt nervous and anxious.  He was no stranger to women, having fathered a child back in his old life, and it wasn't as if he hadn't spent much time with his particular woman before, so he couldn't understand why he stood fidgeting, or why his heart was racing in anticipation for the meeting.

He and his beloved Kythe had met a few times since their last hunting incident, so this wasn't even their first meeting as a romantic couple, instead of partners or friends.  So there was no logical reason for the wolf to be here nervous.  Yet, never the less, as he stood in the forest, testing his bow string so his fingers had something to do, he could not help it.  Pol's bow was a fine piece of craftsmanship, made of strong yew that was rumored to be unable to break or loose its integrity even if strung for days at a time.  The former ranger was not sure if that was true or not, but did not care to learn the hard way.  At the moment his bow was strung with waxed gut to keep the rain off.  He and his weapon were ready to hunt should the game present itself at any moment.

A golden wolf was inlaid in to the wood of his longbow, even though he'd not asked for it, and as his finger ran over the smooth cool metal, he had to admit that he had grown fond of the little bit of extravagance.  Yet at the same time it reminded him of his wolf side and the need to be a part of a pack.  He had Kythe, his mate, his alpha, which was wonderful, but he still wished he had more companions, perhaps a wolf, to be to him what Valandil is to Kythe.

Of course, such thoughts quickly flew from his mind as darkness over took his eyes.  He might have panicked if Kythe's scent hadn't filled his nose moments before.  Yet even with her wonderful smell, Pol could not help but let a pleasant shiver run down his spin as the dragon woman's lips gently touched his ear as her voice filled it.

I do not need to guess, such a sweet smell and melodic voice can belong to only one woman per lifetime.  Pol pushed her hands away from his eyes, and spun around so they still encircled him.  He stood facing her, her arms around him and now his around hers.  His golden lupine eyes swam in those emeralds oculars of hers.  He could do nothing but smiled broadly for a moment before placing his lips on her own, with a gentle but obvious passion.

Breaking the kiss, he placed a single hand on her cheek as if to reassure himself that this is real.  Before speaking again he kissed her quickly once more. I'm glad you could make it, beloved.  How is your shoulder fairing?  Well enough to hunt for a bit, I hope.  So Kythe, how have you been?  No close calls on the job I hope.

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A nagging thought in the back of her mind found amusement in her racing heart and wondered if Pol could feel it's dramatic beat against his back as she leant her body against his. Standing so close to him she took in a deep breath, revelling in that strange earthy scent that her beloved half wolf had, a mixture of the earth of of something sweeter, or even more musky. Leaning against him she found herself becoming lost in just being close to him, the heat from his body, the sound of his breathing, his scent... sighing she allowed herself to become lost within his very being.

They spent so little time together, no fault of theirs but it had always been like that between them, even before discovering their new found love for one another. They led very hectic lives and sometimes she found it hard to spend moments with Val where she could truly take care of her Dragon and mollycoddle him. He had needed some time alone and she had needed to spend more time with Pol, it had been as simple as that.

She giggled girlishly at his words, ashamed of herself automatically for acting like such a juvenile! As he spun to face her she sighed contentedly and smiled up at him lovingly, her eyes fixed upon his beautiful golden orbs and once again she found herself lost within him. As he kissed her she leant into it, relishing that small blaze of fire that ran through that small touch. She rolled her eyes and hit him gently on the arm, chiding him for being such a worry wort.

"I'm fine love, Val won't let me fly and he makes sure that I do nothing to strenuous so as to preserve the healing and keep you happy." She chuckled, Valandil had stressed THAT particular point everytime they had gone anywhere or done anything together. "My shoulder shall stand hunting today, it's healed more thoroughly and the jobs have strengthened it greatly." She smiled at him and kissed him roughly, still chiding him through the contact before breaking away to string her precious bow.

"And now my love I'm hungry!" She said enthusiastically.

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Pol never got enough of that strange feeling that ran through his body with ever contact that he and Kythe shared.  It was as though fire raced through his body at even the slightest touch, and since the pair had admitted their feelings for each other the fire seemed to be blazing hotter then a blacksmith's forge.  He'd never experienced anything like it before, the feel of true love Kythe had said.  All of her kin felt it when they had contact with one who truly loved them and who they truly loved.  So as he placed his lips upon those of his beloved's the flame burned through his lips and flesh.

The half wolf smiled and laughed with the beautiful woman as she chuckled at his concern.  He nodded appreciatively of Valandil.  Pol could not be with the woman he loved as much as he would have liked, but her dragon bonded was almost constantly by her side and it was good to know she had someone to take care of her and keep her safe.  He was about to open his mouth to comment on the situation when Kythe quickly pressed her lips to his and kissed him roughly.

Well that is good to hear, my heart.  So long as you don't over use it before it is ready, it should be okay.  But if you don't mind I'm going to take a look at it, see how well it is healing. Gently he pulled the edge of her top down to expose her shoulder.  He'd always had some skill with natural methods of healing, and since arriving here, he'd cultivated it and let it grow.  You're right, it is getting strong, you should be back to one hundred percent strength in less then a moon.  I'm glad to see you've been taking care of it.

He smiled as Kythe stated that she was hungry and strung up her bow.  The former Guardian hefted his own bow, already strung, and nodded to her.  Well there are many species of game animals here.  Boar might be out of the question, since we have no spears, but deer is rather tasty, and there is a herd nearby.  So shall we?  Pol tightened a strap on his chest to keep his quiver from moving too much.  If we move fast, we can have our dinner ready to cook before sun down. The bounty hunter smiled, Have you seen the stars here on a cloudless night, my love?  I doubt there is anything like a starry night with someone you love by a fire.