Cabin in the Willow Woods Part 2

Avrae shares a kiss with a hunky hunter (Caedhe)

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OOC Note Part One: http://standingtrials.com/viewtopic.php ... 406#p29406 . Requested by Pegasus to separate into different parts to make it easier to review.

Zi’da 2, Arc 716
Cabin in the Willow Woods, Outside of Ne'haer

“...Okay, I’ll take mild for the Naerikk. I’d compare myself more to an Ithecal. Now those are hot.” Avrae said after a moment of thought, playfully fanning himself with his hand. He had a thing for those half snake people. Particularly the males. Of course, it was just a fantasy- he couldn’t imagine ever dating one. Eyeing Caedhe for a moment, Avrae added with a smirk, “Or perhaps the Lothar.” Another subtle-not-so-subtle flirting attempt.

Drunk and escorting him home… “Do you make a habit of drinking until you need to be escorted?” Avrae teased. Thought he could imagine it, oddly enough. Caedhe stumbling, cuddled against his chest, his arms around Avrae’s waist, with Avrae’s arms around his shoulders and torso, carefully leading him down a city street late one night. It wasn’t as bad as Caedhe made it sound. “I always feel pretty manly when I drink. Alcohol brings courage.” He admitted absently, seriously mulling the idea over for a second, his mind wandering. I wonder if I have enough coin to buy a drink on the way home… though Ailluin won’t appreciate me getting drunk. I can hear her nitpicking now.

Avrae pulled himself out of his thoughts as Caedhe started to talk about his prey of the day, reaching for something- before promptly swearing. He couldn’t help but chuckle, watching the Lothar get all worked up. Reaching out, Avrae put a hot hand on Caedhe’s shoulder, smiling at him. “Oh, stop your whining. You’re as bad as I was when you flicked me. So… you’re a shitty hunter. You can’t be worse than I am.” Releasing him, he gestured to follow as he began trekking further into the woods, being as quiet as he could (though he kept stepping on twigs and leaves, making all kinds of crunching noises as they walked). “One time, my mentor Kabkadu tried to take me hunting. There was a baby deer, maybe just a few years old. Fuck. I got so excited to hunt it, that I whipped out my dagger and went running at it, screaming like a wild child. In my defense, I was nine, and thought hunting was much more violent than it actually is. Well… the mama deer turned at me and charged! Full on ran at me. I turned on my heels and started shrieking like it was a Lurker, running as fast as I could. Once I was far enough away from her baby, she turned back and the two disappeared into the woods. But when I returned to Kabkadu, he was so red in the face from laughter I started bawling, begging him to stop. I thought he would self combust!” He chuckled at the memory, shaking his head. “That was my first and last ever hunting attempt.”

Keeping his voice quiet as they moved, he looked back at Caedhe with a grin, “Think I’ll be chased by any more prey this time? If I am- I’m out of here. You can hunt by yourself. The animals out here aren’t worth my time if they’re going to chase me down with glowing red eyes.” The deer hadn’t had glowing red eyes, but there was nothing quite like the look of an angry, protective mother, even on an animal.
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"Ithecal?" he inquired. "Are those the fuckin' bird wannabes?" He paused. No . . . those were the Adurmel, right? Adriel? Advariel? The closer he got, the more their name resembled his ginger-headed companion. Which helped him remember the actual name. "Avriel!" he exclaimed. "Oh. And the Ithecal are the uh . . . snake guys, right? I like them. That's so badass - being half man, half snake. Must have weird as hell sex though," he stated. The man could just imagine it - those weird, snaky tongues. That tail. Did they use the tail for intercourse? Was it like a rattlesnake at the end of it? Did it rattle about when aroused? The thought made him laugh.

When his focus returned, Avrae was eyeing him and smirking. Perhaps the Lothar, he said, implying he found Caedhe's race attractive. Clearly a flirtatious remark, no doubt about it. The man faintly grinned. "Was it the big muscles you liked about us, or the big...?" he paused. He almost laughed, feeling far too immature for making a phallic joke in the face of the man's flirty remarks. Just went to show how immature he could be in the face of something like this. Honestly, Avrae's brazen personality - despite complimenting his own well - was surprising. It'd been years since he'd dealt with a guy like this. He reminded Caedhe of the fellows back at home. Fun. He didn't mind flirting from him, not at all.

In fact, he would almost respond with flirtation of his own, though he stopped himself. Where was the suspense in that?

"Alcohol brings stupidity. I try to avoid it unless there's some good shit going on," he said, and that was that. He wouldn't reveal to him the embarrassing details of all the time he got wasted on the streets of Uthaldria, quite literally being pissed on at least once by some cantankerous shit who thought to make a mockery of his low alcoholic constitution.

He remained silent for the rest of it, bar his whining. He listened to the Aukari's story of his first hunting attempt, and found it quite adorable. Exceptionally so. He imagined the fiery red-headed boy chasing down the deer with a knife in hand, then crying and running away when actual danger presented itself. Caedhe's first hunt was also at the age of nine, though he succeeded, killing a wolf to his lonesome. Things were . . . quite a bit different in Lotharen culture. They started young - and they died well. In the field of glory, with blades and fangs meeting.

He followed along. Each time the man loudly stepped on the branches and went on without seeming to realize it, Caedhe could feel himself cringing a little, though he tried to keep himself composed as they carried onward. Avrae was new. New. There was no need to ridicule him. “Red eyes don’t scare me nearly as much as giant, thirty foot men or women that retract into horrible, spiked abominations. Trust me, I’ll know if there’s a serious predator around. For now, keep quiet. Travel along the treeline, away from the open areas where the good prey tends to dwell. Awareness of your surroundings is perhaps the greatest thing a Hunter can master. The second greatest thing: patience. Skill with weaponry and all that are only supplementary.” As he advised him, however, something in his peripheral caught his attention and he immediately lowered himself.

He ushered the man to his side, his finger covering his lips as he gestured the man’s silence. “There’s a doe right there,” he claimed, glancing off in the distance between two trees. “Good prey. You have the tools necessary to kill it - you just need calm. And the aim. Do you wanna take a shot?”


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Avrae couldn’t help snorting at the idea that the Ithecal were Avriels. The two races were so different. Besides, he never had really been attracted to Avriels. He knew his name was similar, and he respected them, but he couldn’t imagine being with one. Mostly because he knew how they were and he knew if he ever tried to have a relationship with one, it’d probably end up as a love hate fest in which many feathers were plucked. A roasted Avriel wouldn’t be a pretty sight. He, too, had wondered what sex would be like with an Ithecal, so when Caedhe mentioned it, he shrugged. “I… have no idea. I wouldn’t mind just making out with one, though. I’ve only met a handful of them, they seem like an okay bunch.” He admitted, smiling as he heard Caedhe’s laugh. Followed by his own laugh at the question of all things big. “Ah, well, the real question is whether you are all talk or not. However, I will admit to enjoying a man who can handle himself in a fight.” He grinned, eyeing him with suspicion. It would be interesting if his words matched the truth.

“Alcohol also drowns out reality. It’s frowned on in Sirothelle, though. I guess you could say that liquor and fire don’t mix well.” Avrae admitted. He actually had only drank a handful of times in his life- and one time he had nearly lost his life because of it. But that was a story he didn’t like thinking about. Since then, he’d cut back on drinking to the point of getting drunk, instead only drinking when he could handle it. And afford it, of course.

As Caedhe began to explain things that helped in hunting, he listened intently, scanning the forest ahead of them for prey. His last few words, however, made him snort. “What is with the men in my life and patience? Fuck patience, it’s over rated.” He said, frowning. He knew that wasn’t true, and he should find more patience in himself, but… well, patience had never been his strong suit, no matter how much meditation he did. “What do you mean you’ll know? Is there like some kind of built in detector for danger in your race? The whole kill or be killed, killer instinct, blah blah blah that all the legends talk about?” He asked, vaguely curious. What he knew about the Lothar was little, except for the fact that they were strong hunters and fighters. So when Caedhe just gave a mysterious “Trust me, I’ll know”, he was entitled to ask questions.

He fell quiet when he saw Caedhe’s gesture, however, dropping low in a similar manner as he carefully crept closer to Caedhe’s height, his body heat felt just by how sheerly close they were. Narrowing his gaze, he caught sight of the doe that Caedhe spoke of, his heart skipping a beat in anticipation. After his first hunting experience, he had always wondered if perhaps he should try again, and now he was.

Calm. The word felt foreign, something he had always strived for but that was always out of reach. There were far more Aukari than him that were better at keeping calm. Closing his eyes, the voices of his past echoed in his memories.

“Avrae doesn’t know the meaning of calm!” “He’s always ready to burst.” “He’s a disaster waiting to happen.” “I’m just waiting for something to set him off. He’s a monster!”

When Avrae’s eyes opened, there was a determination in them, but also a fear. He gave the slightest nod, carefully notching an arrow. It wasn’t his first time using a bow- but he had never hit anything with a bow before, so the aim was just as hard for him as the calm would be. Swallowing hard, his mouth dry, he raised the bow, taking aim. His eyes locked on the doe, staring as it grazed not so far from them. His heart was racing in his chest, skin feeling warmer than he would have liked. But worst of all- his hands were shaking. He was letting his past get to him, those that had taunted him getting into his head once more. He sat frozen, trying to take deep breaths even as his hands continued to shake. It had been years since someone had taunted him for his lack of control, his lack of patience or of being calm, and yet…

“You’re not fit to be an Aukari. You’ll die young, bursting into flames like your hotheaded father. I’m ashamed to call you my nephew.”

Avrae paled visibly, and his eyes closed again, taking a shaky breath. I can’t do it.
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I wouldn't mind just making out with one, though, he said. The Lotharro laughed heartily at that. "You mean you want to kisssssssss a ssssssssnake?" He said, performing the creepy slithering speech, quite respectfully if he could add. In relation to whether or not he was all talk, the man shook his head, his eyes rolling. "Ever cynical, you folk," he lamented. "I can handle myself in a fight, though. I mean, the proof's in the pudding there. I fought alone, in the winter winds of Zi'da, through the Fields of Gauthrel to get here. That's how I know I have the courage and strength to call myself a Lotharro, true as any." He said this with some degree of pride. His people were almost universally proud to be who they were - they were a people of hardiness and dedication that few others knew. It was a tough life to lead, surrounded by the beasts that walked the plains.

He had lead that life alone, always, removed from society for his inability to reconnect with the life that once was. The man was something of a casteless, though he vowed upon the Path of the Hunt, and so here he was - pursuing it, in the forests of Ne'haer where he could lead a life valiantly, yet distant from home.

He merely nodded as the man spoke of liquor and fire. Made sense. He didn't much like alcohol most of the time anyhow, so there was no need for him to argue the point. He carried on as they did, through the woods, remaining silent as he maintained his focus on their surroundings. When they drew closer to a hotspot and he cautioned the man patience, he was surprised to hear his complaints on the matter. The Velduris didn't imagine patience to be the weak point of such a 'meditative' individual, since meditation was about as entertaining as fucking a rock in his eyes. He always imagined it required infinite amounts of patience.

"I mean you'll know," he said, pushing away doubts to the thought. "Hunting is second nature to us - you and I both. Everyone has the predatorial instinct, other than prey. But people aren't prey. They're the strong, they claim the weak. You'll understand when you experience the thrill of the hunt. As I said - trust me." They fell to silence, beside one another, as the hunter beckoned. He glanced at Avrae and smirked as they did so. When their eyes caught the prey, and as Avrae began to steel himself for the experience, the Lotharen did the best he could to support him: he watched the creature. He said nothing, advised nothing, commanded nothing. He would allow the Aukari to experience this element of mortality for himself.

He observed carefully as the Aukari prepared his arrow, notching it against the bow and taking aim. He could see the trembling in his hands. It was typical of any new hunter, and he did not judge him. Instead, he moved behind Avrae and placed his chest against his back, guiding his hands with his own, helping him to aim the bow at the target. He did what he could to bring him peace, fighting the trembling and the shaking of his hands. "Calm," he whispered. He tightened his hold of the man, his breaths loosing into the Aukari's ears as he whispered yet again. "Avrae," he called his name. "You are the alpha of the wilds. You are the strong. There is no reason to fear them. There is no reason to fear failure. Fear is predetermination - if you believe you will fail, then you will." He aligned himself with the man's body, lowering his chest and balancing his chin perfectly over the man's shoulder.

With his carefully tuned movements, he lined up the shot.

"Fire, Avrae," he told him. "Trust me. Trust yourself."

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“Kissing, among… other things, sure.” Avrae had responded with a confident smirk, amused by Caedhe’s somewhat respectful slithering tone. As Caedhe described what he had gone through to get there, he shot him a glance of curiosity. What kind of man would go through such an ordeal, just to move? He had heard of the Fields of Gauthrel- a nasty place indeed. One even his foolish self wouldn’t venture to. However, he found himself glad Caedhe had. Otherwise, they might have never met. “I’m glad you lived.” He said simply, giving the briefest smile.

Avrae hadn’t sensed Caedhe moving until he felt his strong arms wrap around him, his hands curling around his own. Surprised, his breath left him, eyes opening. It snapped him out of his memories, his skin burning as the Lothar aligned their bodies together and stilled his shaking hands. The way his name was whispered made Avrae shiver in his hold, swallowing nervously again as he followed his gaze to the doe. Trust. I’ve never trusted anyone… except myself. Everyone’s always left, always betrayed me somehow. Sometimes I don’t even trust myself, as crazy as that seems. So then why is it that his influence changes everything? Somehow, Caedhe’s words filled him with what he had been searching for- calm. Taking a breath, his body relaxed against Caedhe’s chest, and his hand shifted, watching as the arrow went flying. Pride filled every fiber of his body as he heard the satisfying thunk of hitting his target, and the somewhat uneasy cry of the dying doe. Avrae released a breath he hadn’t thought he’d been holding, shock filling him. I can’t be this emotional. He reminded himself as he felt his eyes gleam with extra wetness, but he couldn’t help it. Slowly, he turned his head in Caedhe’s hold, heart skipping a beat as he gazed at the hunter. They were so close that he could feel Caedhe’s soft breaths against his lips, his own hot breath returned. Their noses nearly brushed as Avrae gazed into his eyes with that same assertion that he had earlier- the kind Caedhe didn’t like. Sitting as still as possible, Avrae murmured a soft, “Thank you… Caedhe.” in that almost shy way he had earlier, not moving from his hold. His gaze drifted from Caedhe’s eyes to his lips, thoughtful for a moment, before he added, “Should we go retrieve the prey now?” Ah, such an opportunity- and one that Avrae was leaving up to Caedhe, slowly drifting back up to look him in the eye once more.
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The man cheered triumphantly as Avrae's arrow hit its mark. They both did as was necessary - they remained calm and lined up the shot, and as a result, Avrae's aim was steadfast and unwavering. The creature screeched its pained breath shortly afterward, though it was very unlikely dead. More like incapacitated, experiencing its last moments now as the two of them merely enjoyed the moment, Caedhe's chest remaining against Avrae's back though the Aukari slowly turned his head to face him. Their gazes met again, though this time with the mutual fulfillment of having taken part in this creature's demise, which was quite morbid if one considered the thought, though it was a great moment for both the hunter and his makeshift apprentice.

He whispered a shy thank you - a form of gratitude for calming him and leading him to his successful endeavor. "No worries," he replied casually, though a bit under the weather if you'd believe his demeanor. He was quite embarrassed by the exceptional familiarity he'd demonstrated, practically embracing the Aukari to mentor him on the hunt. Now, they were inches apart, eyes locked and their breath meeting one another's.

"Your lips aren't as red as your hair," he commented with a smirk, continuing his onslaught of remarks on the man's attributes. While a part of him pulled at him to go forward and kiss the man in a flurry, that part of him was only the wild and passionate Caedhe that he sought to silence during moments like these. He was interested in Avrae, indeed, but the idea of sharing in intimacy with this man scared him in a way. The heat of his touch was addictive. He could feel it even now as he was gripping him, and even as he began to loosen his grasp. There was a warmth that he carried physically and emotionally. Somehow, he found himself bewitched, and he didn't trust that feeling. He didn't know where to go from that point. The largest part of him said - to the place you always go. An excursion in your cabin, bodies ignited with passion, a night and nothing more.

He had no idea of the value of that exchange. Likely, it would have the same value as every other potential relationship he tossed aside to pursue temporal pleasures. The man forbade himself from the thought of such a shallow relation with Avrae. Absolutely not, he commanded himself. Though he could hardly keep himself controlled. Before he pulled away, he wanted to draw in. The battle that reigned in his psyche was vicious. Perhaps the only thing that could trump his inherent desire for intimacy was his hunger for food - and surely that creature was tastier than he'd given it credit for, sitting on the ground staring at the ginger like a buffoon.

"Yes," he replied, pulling away - as difficult as it was - from the red-haired man. "Let's grab it. I'll carry it to my cabin since you did all the rest of the work," he said, congratulating him for his kill. "Would you like to join me for the night? I live near another Lotharro named Sigurd. We could steal his bedroll if you want your own. Guy isn't home enough to need that thing," he grinned, stepping over to the fallen creature and lowering himself to grab it from the ground, slumping it over his shoulder. Upon detecting it was still alive, he shoved his knife into its neck, sighing as he did so. Never a sweet thing to slay the weaker, more docile prey. He preferred his food . . . fighty.

“If not, then I suppose I could at least take you home. Though I can’t imagine we’ll see each other again if that’s the case. I’m scarcely in my cabin, and these woods are vast,” he said. “It’s dangerous to go out here alone. You were lucky to survive until you found that clearing. Please don’t come again without a guide.” He almost pleaded, displaying some level of worry for the Aukari, as difficult as it was to accept considering how dearly he wanted him to ‘get the fuck out’ not before the beginning of the evening.

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Avrae had been high before in his life- and not on drugs. High on happiness, high on lust, high on pride, high on accomplishment. And right now, as he watched Caedhe, he couldn’t tell what one he was high on most- only that he felt like he was floating on a cloud. The Lothar male was cool to the touch, comfortable to sit against, and Avrae wished the moment wouldn’t end. If anything, he was desperately hoping the moment would turn into many more moments- which was a shocking thought that he hadn’t had before. He had never so much as had a first kiss, after all, and yet now he wanted all that and more. As Caedhe commented on the red of his lips, Avrae’s tongue slipped out to wet them, and probably would have collided with Caedhe’s own lips in the man hadn’t began to pull away already. He said nothing, cheeks still faintly pink. He wanted to tell Caedhe about the time his lips had turned blue- another story of almost losing his life that he didn’t often tell.

“I did nothing but release the arrow. And I wouldn’t have even done that if not for a great teacher.” Avrae responded, unusually humble for the moment as he stood up, sighing as he took a step away from Caedhe. He already missed the feel of his arms, and his sturdy chest. Avrae hadn’t been held like that… ever. But he tried to shake the ideas out of his head as he followed Caedhe to their kill, a frown gracing his lips as he looked at the pitifully dying creature. Another reason he didn’t like hunting- without the need for food, it was just a needless thing to do. There was no sport in it, not in his opinion. He looked to the ground as Caedhe ended the doe’s life, only looking up again in surprise at his offer. Spend the night with him? That was loaded, and Avrae couldn’t exactly tell how much. On one hand, if he said yes he could continue to hope for that kiss. On the other…

“I have someone to go home to.” He replied, more abrupt than he had meant to be. He nearly winced, wondering why he had said it in such a way. Was it because he was unconsciously upset they hadn’t kissed? Or was it simply because he didn’t want either of them to get their hopes up, so he thought it best to end things on a note of rejection? Wanting to smooth things over somehow, he added softly, “I really wish I could.”

As Caedhe mentioned taking him home, then pleaded him to take a guide, Avrae gave a sad smile. “Do you not believe I can handle myself? Haven’t you learned how fiery I am by now? If any beast gets near me, I’ll give them one good look and they’ll burn to a crisp.” He teased him, reaching to gently elbow Caedhe, trying to lighten things. But a moment later he hesitated, seriousness filling his fine features, before he asked, “Are you certain you won’t be coming to the city any time soon? Or perhaps…” Perhaps what? I’m beginning to sound desperate. Avrae’s face shifted, trying to find his blank, controlled expression once more. “No, of course not. Forgive me, I shouldn’t ask. Thank you, though, for the hunting lesson.”
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I did nothing but release the arrow, the Aukari said humbly. “That’s all it ever is, friend,” he winked. It wasn’t quite that simple, but it wasn’t quite all that complex either. Archery was about focus and precision. Caedhe regularly lacked in both, though lately with a bit of magical Immortal help he’d learned to refine his abilities. In his triumph, he’d share a bit of the knowledge with his newfound friend, who in his own right seemed to be a competent hunter in the future. It would require only practice, and hopefully a less dangerous setting. The Willow Woods were far more dire than what they were experiencing now - a strangely calm Zi’da night.

One they wouldn’t spend together, unfortunately, it appeared. Avrae didn’t seem to feel the same way about the potential for future excursions, evident in his statement that he’d had another to return to. Some man or woman to keep him company, Caed assumed. A shame. The hunter had naught but his wolf, who wasn’t really alive in the same way others were, and the scraps of his fallen prey. He almost winced at the thought. It made him realize, again, that he was somewhat forlorn in this large city and the wilderness that surrounded it.

That wouldn’t change tonight. That was clear. He lowered his eyes and held back a frown as the man continued on. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to pull away, he thought to himself. Penalized his actions, in a way. He either moved too fast or too slow. The man’s jest about his gaze burning a creature to dust provoked little more than a silent, false chuckle. Caedhe seemed oddly down on himself after the man’s statement. Realizing this, he tried to motivate himself to act more presentable and took a breath. He looked to the Aukari’s eyes and curved his lip. “I wish you could, too,” he said, making clear the reason for his down demeanor.

“There’s almost four million people in Ne’haer if you include the towns outside of it. Like, double that if you count the other cities around here - Bayward, Lysoria, all those. Coming to the city won’t help me find you. I don’t even know if a written address will. Maybe we’ll just have to leave it to chance.” He nodded to himself, and then to Avrae as he thanked him for his tutelage.

“No problem, Kydick. I hope you enjoyed it all. And, you know, you -” he paused, “you should at least let me take you to the edge of the forest. It’s the least I can do. That way I can get my weapons back, too,” he said with a quaint smile.


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Friend. The word was amusing to Avrae. All his life, he had never had many friends. But it seemed in recent times, particularly in the outskirts of Ne’haer, he was finding plenty of friends. And… friends he wished more of than friendship. The statement managed to make him smile, but it was short lived as he gauged how Caed felt. He could tell what he said had affected things, and Avrae could already feel the sting of regret. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to refuse his generous offer. He thought as he gazed at Caed, heart sinking. He could imagine what it would be like if he went to his cabin, if he shared in the meal of what they had caught together, if Caedhe gave him that first kiss. It would be a truly perfect night- and one that Avrae hated to say no to.

He further regretted it when Caedhe brought to his attention just how impossible it’d be to track him down. “I’ve never been very lucky. I’m a sore loser, with a bad gambling streak.” He admitted, his smile nonexistent by now as he realized this really was the first and only time he’d see this handsome Lothar. He didn’t even give a smile- not even a fake one- as Caedhe called him Kydick again. “How about… You walk me back to my horse and trust me to safely ride the rest of the way? I left him at the meadow.” Avrae countered. And then, having a thought, he added with the smallest hint of a smile, “And if you think you’re strong enough to carry that doe one handed, how about you hold my hand while we walk?”

It was a cute suggestion, one that Avrae would have been loathe to make if they weren't alone. But secretly he lived for little things like that- hand holding, cuddling, being held. And so he waited while Caedhe hoisted the doe over one shoulder, before he took hold of his other hand. Avrae’s hand, to no one’s surprise, was hot to the touch as he laced their fingers together, his own slightly smaller than Caedhe’s, but his fingers longer (other than Caedhe’s insanely elongated nails).

Falling into silence, his gaze on the ground, Avrae fought a smile as they made their way through the woods, lit by moonlight, the sound of the insect life and distant creatures the only sound. When they reached the meadow- and where Avrae’s horse was-, Avrae couldn’t help the undeniable sadness of leaving his newfound friend. It was difficult to release his hand, pulling away. Moving over to his horse, he untied him and turned back to Caedhe, putting on a forced smile. “I suppose this is goodbye for now, Sky that Blocks the Sun. It’s been… nice to meet you. And if you expect me to thank you for interrupting my meditation to “protect me”, you’ll be waiting a while.” The last part was a clear joke, his eyes gleaming. For a second, silence lulled, Avrae gazing at him with bated breath. “Oh, fuck it.” He said finally, reaching out. His hands took whole fistfuls of Caedhe’s shirt, pulling him forward until their lips met in a kiss. Like everything about Avrae, the kiss was scorching hot, his lips firm against Caedhe’s, head tilting as it deepened. He fell forward into him until he was right against him, kissing him for all he had. A desperate, last goodbye. Minutes past, ages so it seemed as Avrae kissed the man he’d spent the best part of his night with, and yet when he pulled back, panting for air, it seemed to end too soon. He ran his tongue over his own lips, blinking his eyes open to gaze at Caedhe.

And then he was completely pulling away, not hesitating to mount his horse, glancing back at Caedhe. “Goodbye, Caedhe.” Avrae told him, so soft it was almost unheard. Every instinct made him want to stay, to keep kissing him, to take back his rejection and go stay the night in his cabin. Instead, with a flushed red face and warmed lips, Avrae let his horse break into a gallop through the woods, disappearing through the foliage in the direction of Ne’haer.
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Cabin in the Willow Woods Part 2

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Avrae


Points!:

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/ 5
Structure: 5/ 5
Knowledge:

Caedhe: Not as direct as you
Caedhe: Does he want you too?
Caedhe: Confident
Caedhe: Offered for you to spend the night
Caedhe: Doesn't think you should be alone in the woods.
Caedhe: Sky that blocks the sun
Meditation: Letting the past go to be in the present.
Ranged Weapon (Bow): Taking aim on uneven ground.
Seduction: Be direct.
Stealth: Standing on twigs is to be avoided.

Loot:
NA
Fame:
NA
Devotion:
NA
Magic:
These points may NOT be used for arcana
Caedhe


Points!:

Story: 5/5
Collaboration: 5/ 5
Structure: 5/ 5
Knowledge:

Discipline: Resisting temptation is made more difficult when what you want is so freely offered.
Avrae: Would like to make out with an Ithecal
Avrae: Nervous hunter
Avrae: Obviously attracted to you
Avrae: Refused to spend the night with you
Avrae: Not a good loser
Avrae: Kissed you
Seduction: Anticipation is good.
Teaching: Clear, precise instructions
Teaching: Demonstration
Teaching: Calm is important

Loot:
NA
Fame:
NA
Devotion:
NA
Magic:
These points may NOT be used for arcana

Overview:

General comments. I know you mentioned Karem in the review request, but there was no intention or reason for Karem to notice, so I haven't awarded it as such.
Story An interesting story - although I'm not sure that the doe would have still been there by the time you'd stood on those sticks and had a chat! Other than that, no issues.
Structure No issues, all good!

Please do PM me if you think I've missed anything or you have any questions!
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