Simple Waters (Closed, Voreasos Alisier)

[Zaira]

It had been two days since he pulled her from the waters. Two nights since she allowed herself to share her tent with the stranger Vor. Their long periods of silence did not bother her too much it was simply strange to have another person so near, and constant. He was there when she slept, and shortly after she woke. And the longer he stayed near, the more curious she became. She stayed in that place, lingered. There was less effort there to find food, to find water, or shelter. So more time of idleness seemed to raise more curiosity in the man that saved her. They shared meals, and words.

Her bit of common mostly unused had gone to waste and most of their conversations were stilted and at times even frustrating on her part, so she stayed silent when able. Or they exchanged words, in her tongue and common.

All the same is was strange that the male lingered seeming as if anything to have folded the woman under his protective shadow. It was, distracting, he was the last thing she saw when she slept, his scent the first thing that filled her senses when she woke. Seeing to her need to find food, left only to sate her curiosity of the world around them, and him.

And now, the dancers was trying very hard to cling to the relaxed state of sleepiness she woken early like she use to before exhaustion and perhaps a unfamiliar sense of safety intruded and made her late to rise. Out side the tent was still dark as night, but the air smelled of morning, and warmth surrounded her. Breath breathed upon her neck there was warmth beneath her wise, and the feel of digits upon her shoulder. Hands that held her close. But more worrisome was her own hands, that lay upon a narrow chest, the white fabric gripped lightly within her grasp.

She released her hold on the sleeping man and slowly pulled back trying to not disturb the sleeping figure. How often had she rolled into him? Or Vor waken with her tangled and upon him, to leave her be sleeping peacefully and untouched. It was shameful, her actions, even in sleep.


In the dark dawn’s light even then he was pale, silver white hair stood out like starlight in the dark, and so near she could see the darker lines upon his face like small web work here and there. A finger rose and smoothed over the flesh, a feather touch that revealed surprisingly, the dark lines beneath his skin, to be veins. Her feathered touch drifter before following the light colored strands of hair in sleepy fascination.

[Voreasos Alisier]

"Yes I know my hair is soft but can you play with it after I clean it?" Vor said softly as he let his eyes open watching her. He found himself in a odd position warped around her yet if she did not freak out he was not going to either. She was soft and warm and let his fingers move along her body. His hands were around her stomach as he moved her tunic rose softly up as he nuzzled her neck.

"Food?" He asked slowly as he licked her neck slowly, sending more then just one emotion down his spine. He was in the mood to eat yet he would not eat her would he? Another soft brush of his tongue said otherwise. She still had no idea what he was but he knew he would have to figure out a word for it or figure out what her lore called him if she had a lore of his race.

His left hand slowly pushing down her stomach, the claws pushing along her cloth tunic as he reached the end as his hand laid between her legs. Food could be more then one thing he thought as he kissed her neck softly breathing her scent in.

[Zaira]

She started at the voice so near speaking so unexspectantly. Her hand left the shining strands as if they burned. But instead the arms tightened sliding the slender form nearer, hot breath and flesh against her neck made her tremble and in his grasp Zaira shifted. Yet the hot wet line drawn line upon her skin drew a shudder and seemed to tug a direct string from her neck to groin. And for a moment, a brief one, she remembered something similar.

Waking to arms around her soft lips against her skin that tightened gently as she stirred releasing as Zaira rolled over to face the embrace.

But this was not the desert of her home, or Ahmen.

A soft sound escaped her throat at the other brush of tongue against her skin coupled with the touch, familiar and possessive, made what was once dead stir and clench a thought consuming beat ,low upon her body.

His hand found her center as lips gently pressed to her skin and the gasp that came was as much a pleasure as something else. Zaira shuddered even as she pushed the hands away, her hands to Voreasos’ chest before the quick figure fled his grasp, out the tent, and towards the forest. The darkness and chill slowed her steps making it no further than to where the horse stood tethered and slowly waking at its master’s approach.

Her skin felt hot in the morning air. Body hot and aching, her mind was, full, confused and more than before she felt vulnerable. She shivered as she sank to her knees in the dew wet grass and her arms wrapped around herself. He hadn’t attacked her, but responded one could say. IT was no longer a sleeping companion that rolled near, but a woken woman lying tangled in your arms. She had said neither no or stop, truthfully speaking had not came to her mind considering how rare she did.

But in fact she had, enjoyed the advancements, until she remembered one, long dead. She was far too young to consider herself a spinster, and neither a widow she was still in her prime if still with her family. Another engagement would have been made as her period of grief ended. But here, she was far, from her sands, her family, her entire world.

There was sound from the tent and the huddled figure looked back as Voreasos appeared from within.

[Voreasos Alisier]

Vor just stayed in the tent, a bit fearful that he crossed some unsaid line with her. He would had gone after her yet he did not want to scare her off more so just stayed put inside the tent. Thoughts forming around his head as he thought of this or that and it did not help that they had a odd language barrier that stopped them and he still had no way to talk to her in his own native tongue.

Yet she came back he saw as she looked at him as she came at the tents opening as she stood there. He slowly moved up to let his body stand. "Sorry...stay please?" He asked a bit unsure of how she would handle him. His stomach making more sounds as he craved more food. He would hunt when she was in the tent and should had been hunting at night when she slept yet what was done was done.

"Stay...I will return yes?" He asked as he used his hands to point at her and the tent. They had to learn each other's words quickly at this rate.

[Zaira]

Blue eyes regarded red eyes before after a moment Zaira ducked within the tent without a word. She moved to a far corner and sat there with the cover around her and moved her finger though long waves of hair. She had passed Vor without a word, not because she was upset, confused more likely, and perhaps a tad frightened. But mostly, she was thinking.

Lot’s of thoughts that tumbled through her mind, of the pale skin man, wandering hands and soft lips.

Soon she fell asleep curled in the corner waiting for dawn to come.

[Voreasos Alisier]

Vor found himself roughly an mile from the tent, large red fruits laid on the ground hollow husks one would note as he held on to three more. They were a sweet type fruit and he enjoyed himself as he fed the right way. He wanted to leave her be for a bit, the sun just now coming up as he traveled back to her. An hour maybe less passed as he came back to find her sleeping.

He let the food drop to the ground, as he moved sealing the tent up. He was not mad at her nor was he upset with how she was. He would let her eat then they would figure out what to do from there.

His hands brushing along her arms and face. "Time to wake up, I have food for you." He said softly as he put one of the fruits near her. His voice was soft and gentle as if waking her from a deeper sleep then what she could had been in from the short time he left her.

[Zaira]

“They are more beautiful than the Eypharians, more striking, shining. With eyes the color of golden sand, the rising sun, or the evening sky, graceful limbs, and voice as sweet as a cool breeze. Alluring and seductive they are as treacherous as the Eypharians ever were for their betrayal is not merely a seduction to slavery, but death. The once loving lover becomes a beast who devours you in entirety by a lovers’ kiss.”

The words were from one of the few stories Zaira had heard from another who been to the city, who had met others from beyond their sands. It was odd to recall after so many years, the tale of the spider’s people.

She was alone, even in her dreams. There was only darkness since she entered these lands, no nearing fields of green, no whispered voice upon the wind, just black filled void. Nothingness for many days. But tonight even the blackness was different.

Flashes of light lit the sky, and the drums of thunder rolled through her, and wind that rushed past as all seem invisible eyes fell upon her. The flashes of light showed her within the tent for a moment then nothing. Falling deeper into the nothing, it closing over her, filling her mouth, her nose, eyes and ears like the dark waters. All the while there was only one voice that she heard even as her mouth opened to scream.

Her eyes opened to blackness but she felt the sand beneath her hands and watched as ashes fell slowly from the sky like snow sitting up she was alone on a jagged piece of earth part from the others. Their mouths didn’t open, but their voices, their words the memories pounded against her. The laughter the guidance, the comfort there found in the closeness of her family, and then they were gone.

“I am not going to die, am I? He will not separate us, we have been so happy. I think, I will take a nap.” The voice, was so tired, was rasping and labored, but the happiness beneath it al remained. The last words she had heard from her Ahmen, the last time she saw those laughing green eyes smiling up to her. The last time they were together and he was alive.

Lightening flashed all around and in the brief light there was a sign of fate having finally found her. Sickness clung to her arm and slowly climbed up her arm. Her flesh darkened, skin split, and pus oozed from opening wounds. Her other hand reached out as if to swat away the illness and quickly it consumed up both her arms and as she felt it crawl up her neck did the sound of her own screams reach her ears.

The earth shook as the black skies were lit anew with each flash and revealed the woman to be circled, the familiar faces, her mother, her father, her brothers, her sisters as the sand fell between the cracks of the earth before it caved in the space between. She fell watching impassive faces grow further from her outstretched hands as she fell alone into the chasm, and the darkness closed in over her.

The short cry burst from Zaira’s throat at the touch as she thrashed away sitting up her hands smoothing over her arms, face and neck. Finding skin whole and unspoiled. No sores no pus oozing or splitting skin, just her, whole and safe, and Vor.

She didn’t notice the shivers until her hand reached out for the red fruit close to her. She watched her trembling hand before wrapping her hands around her middle and huddling together her head touching her knees.

That the man bore witness to her panic was far from her mind, that his sleepy touches and trailing lips had reduced her to a similar state hardly a few hours ago. She just needed a moment.

“No food.

[Voreasos Alisier]

He did not know what to say when it came to her, she was scared yet it did not seem to be of him. Nightmares were a bad thing he knew but he did not know the word for her to say nightmare in her tongue. so he did what anyone would do, he moved warping his arms around her and holding her until she stopped shaking.

A soft hum left his lips as he sung softly to her. He did not have to say words as he did his own small actions to relax her. It felt like she was lost within a sea of people but he would try to help her even if it meant her running from him. A demon that fed off fears and bodies. Yet he was slowly earning his wings.


A person was formed of many layers and this was just another side of her and him. He wanted to share things with her yet he knew in time they would but for now he was here to keep her safe and well. If it meant he had to hug her and hold her until day turned into night then he would but for now it was just her and him. No one else not even time itself was with them.

"Food, soon." He said softly in her ear as he kept humming the song until she was ready. Ready for what? Only she knew that.

[Zaira]

Arms wrapped around her and for a moment, she tensed and shook more, but the arms remained, and soon a voice came, and slowly her body began to relax. The shaking began to fade.

Slowly, the humming seemed to permeate into her thoughts and blue eyes blinked as the world seemed to slowly return in stages. It was as if she forgot she was back in the tent, arms were around her, and a voice, was singing. Humming. Then speaking into her ear.

The shiver stole across her body had nothing to do with the dream or the fears it invoked. She nodded her head, her face and hair brushing along Vors shoulder. Slowly her hands unwound form her own waist and one slid upon his chest, the light pressure to give more space, never given, but the hand simply rested/

[Voreasos Alisier]

Vor did not move but he did stop the song as she moved. slowly she seemed to come out of her nightmarish world of evil and darkness. His hands moving brushing the hair our of her face as he smiled at her. His spider like fangs showing but he could not hide them with a real smile and he hoped she knew he meant her no harm.

"Lets eat food then we can talk." He said slowly as he knew the words were still new to her but they were working on it each second being together. His voice was gentle and caring as he brushed her hair with his hand. hos claws trailing along the skin but in no way harming her.

He moved slowly, his lips touching her cheek before he moved away from her. He did not move far as he placed the fruits near her lap once more. They would have to have a long talk dealing with what was going on and maybe even more.