Kiko had headed up the stairs. She found a waterskin and filled it with water from the lake's edge, and lucky enough a torch in a large barrel on the yacht. She lit it from the sconce that had shown her the way inside and considered what do about wind. He was right about metal. She could give up one of her throwing knives for that without a problem.
Grayell did not lean on the wall for long. It was wet for one thing. It was slick for another. And last, but certainly not least, it was moving. The stairs had ended and the door fell away with a large splash. It simply ceased to exist, the only remnants of it was the wet spot on the floor around his feet.
A room was revealed, though, cavernous and the sound of the splash echoed over and over.
(I have water and fire, Wolf.)
There was a break in her voice that definitely smacked of worry before she spoke again.
Grayell smiled, she was nervous and he understood that. Almost strange given how... capable she was when they were intimate, and yet in this absolute privacy she was unsure. He found it adorable and it kept him smiling as he slowly ventured in.
(Yes, how your body feels. I won't press the matter. But I do want to know.
Kiko was glaring at the bracer again. She had a feeling that was going to develop into a habit. Maybe it was a bad idea to use these... these... maddening things!
(You'll have to be a bit more specific Wolf. What part of my body are you interested in?)
Her teeth were gleaming from the corners of her lips. He was going to regret going down this road.
The room was build in a circular pattern. There was one huge circle, and then a series of smaller circles that held what looked like an apocalyptic laden display of brutality. Stacks of bodies as high as his waist were in the six smaller circles, completely contained inside them. They were perfectly preserved, and each and every one of them had scores of wounds.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
That was not a pleasant sight and he had idea what to make of it. Forward still... slowly. He had to remain alert, anything could happen. He looked for any sign or clue.
(Heh. There is not a single part of your body I am not interested in. But.... tell me about your lips.)
That made him smile. He could die on those lips, a sentiment he was now fond of. But he had dreamed of them before they'd ever kissed... but once facet of what held his obsession.
She had stopped glaring at the bracer. Instead Kiko was sprawled out on her back beside the podiums staring up into the ceiling.
(My lips, hm? What would you like to know? How they feel when we kiss? How they feel when your skin is sliding past them? Or maybe you're curious if I like how you taste on my tongue. I do. I enjoy it. Every single time your flesh runs across my mouth.)
Her mind voice had gotten husky, low, and softer as she spoke.
He was deeper in the room now, almost to the center of the wider circle, and totally surrounded by the other six. Nothing had appeared to challenge him, the mushrooms from the stairwell were even repeated in here so that the room was decently lit. It could have been a training hall, or a gathering place, there was a lack of furniture that suggested either.
Grayell was baffled, completely stumped by his surroundings, they were nothing short of surreal. And... then she spoke. And he stopped in his tracks. He looked at the bracer now, eyes wide. It took a moment for something that might resemble composure.
(Um. That's...... holy shit woman, that is down right unfair. Yes, I know... I ASKED FOR IT. Damn.)
There was a hint of frustration in there... but it quickly turned to mischief.
Kiko tilted her head. Her eyes were still gleaming and there were sharp canines showing past her lips. She could hear him stumble and it was too appealing not to continue.
(Hands? How do my hands feel when I stroke your skin? Oh, Wolf they ache. They want to touch all the places on your body that twitch with the slightest caress. Your skin is marvel of sensations. From your hair, to your jaw, to your chest and scars... they are... so full of the tale of your life.)
Her voice wasn't just husky now, it was down right aroused, and raw need poured out of it.
When he reached the circle. The klaxon call of battle sounded all over the room. The piles of bodies poured out into the floor and every circle writhed and twisted like some huge menacing wave from the depths of the sea. The bodies reformed into a single element, six warriors with the long tail of a shark and the upper body of a man turned as one and faced him.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”
Grayell's eyes were like wildfire, her words were tempting but her voice... he knew too well what it meant. And with that well... he was a little flustered.
He looked up at the six newly formed opponents and dragged his sword from it's sheath, slowly. His face turned sour, the blade settling in his guard.
You fishtick f**ks are interrupting a very intimate moment I'll have you know. THAT I don't take kindly too.
His lip twisted into a savage grin, he was eager to end this now.
(Kiko... keep talking. I'm going to be killing a half dozen sharkmen so ignore the growling. If you can....)
Kiko wrapped her arms around her shoulders. She was no longer staring at the ceiling she was seeing his body in the pale light of the moon. She was not still either. She was bending up off the floor in a sharp bow at the thought of his growls. It just hit all the right triggers.
The groan in her mind was all over the next series of words she whispered at him.
(Would you like to know how my skin feels Wolf? Do you want to hear how all the pulse points in my body react when you growl? It sends blood rushing to the surface. Blood, to beat a metronome into the desire I have for you. And when you bite me? I want to scream for more. More skin, more teeth, more blood, more of you.)
The shark warriors were obviously well adapted to fighting on land. They looked odd standing on their tails, but it gave them an agile dexterity to sway back and forth and remain upright.
His sneer flashed now, lust for both his woman and battle boiling to the surface. The first of them came, fast and low; and he was ready.
(Lover... hold that thought.)
The shark warrior circled at the last moment and attempted to flank him, but he was much too fast for such an open move. Onibasu folded out from his centre and with a brilliant silver flash of motion, cleaved the neck through to the shoulder.
Grayell snarled of course, this she heard. It rolled in his throat, she knew he'd drawn blood.
The next was fast on the first's tail - literally and it too attempted to take his legs from his blind side. This was the nature of the shark - but here on dry land it was a futile tactic at best. Grayell held mastery over his sphere and again, he turned and swung his righteous blade, shoulder through the chest cleaved open with bloody ease.
The growl rolled louder, more instinctual. It lingered though and morphed, he started a vicious mocking laugh from his gut. She knew from this that he was glorious in battle, his opponents lacked the skill to best him.
He lowered his stance now, dropped back a ways... and waited for the last four to make up their minds. Two had fallen very quickly and whilst they outnumbered him, he was not going to be taken easily.
(Kiko? Don't stop on my account. I'll be done with these fools momentarily as soon as...)
A loud snarl snatched the words from his mouth as the third came on now, eager to attack him head on, break through his guard. His sword lifted, forced aside it's crude weapon, then slid down. The shark pushed back, tried to hit his neck but he'd lowered and spun, his sword close across his side. The circle was quick and as it ended, his opponent fell back, now clutching their gut as gore and organs fell to the floor.
Grayell only snarled, laughed again as his sword rolled to his side and then flung upward, severing vertically. The blood sprayed, spattered into heavy globs onto the fourth and Grayell's eyes locked onto that fact like an eagle spies it's prey... his hands snapped out as if to slam against an oak and those drops of blood instantly became spikes, boring into the chest, face and gut of number 4. It dropped unceremoniously, dead before it could even reach him.
(Hm. Almost done love.)
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She was going to hold that thought for as long as she possibly could. She wanted to teeter on the edge of oblivion with him, fight, growl, and watch the blood spray across the battle field in wide crimson swathes.
The thoughts boiled to a fever in her mind and body. And whatever voice she still had was down to moans punctuated by sharp words.
(You need more Wolf? I want to paint your skin with every essence of my body. I want to see you covered in it, I want to taste it on your skin.)
Kaminari she did and her head rolled back farther on the floor.
The podium with the symbol for water was glowing blue. She didn’t notice it; she was much too busy listening to his fierce snarls, laughs and growls.
Back in the circular room the dead shark warriors did not stay down. The swelling of the water circles had curled over into huge waves and spilled over on them upon the floor. When the wave retreated they were drawn upright and any hint of wounds was scoured off by the murky water.
Her breath was coming in short little bursts now, with her voice stretched out as if she was reaching for the sounds with a mouth that had no ability to do anything but howl. She forced them out anyway.
The click of the podium lid as it peeled away from the stone snapped her eyes open.
The tone in his voice was very telling of his own arousal, he cut down three more, a wide splash of blood then caught in the air by invisible means before refined, compacted and hurled outward like a scythe to sever limbs and bodies. He fell back again, snarling but a sadistic, if not entirely excited grin which indicated his mood.
(Now THAT we will see to as soon as I am done here.)
He roared now, his distraction had cost him for but a moment and a cut now graced his arm. His eyes turned feral in an instant and a brutal kick was followed with a fatally accurate thrust of his blade. He yanked it free by the longest path through his victims body and as he did so, blood spattered out. He slowed, breathed in and it hovered, then fell lazily like so many petals.
His voice was on edge now, consumed in battle. It has an animalistic edge to it, his breathing was harder, the wolf was lurking in his tone... but his mind was still with her.
(Hah! These fools have nothing! Woman....)
His tone settled, he devoted his mind to his words.
(I crave you. I yearn for you and every part of me knows this. I cannot breathe unless I breathe you, I cannot see without looking for you. I reach to touch, my hands only wanting you. My world is you... is us. I hunger. I need you now.... in the most urgent way imaginable.)
His last words were entirely suggestive, his thoughts were like unsteady waves crashing against his psyche, almost erratic in battle. Another enemy halted, they were coming harder, faster now. Trying to overwhelm him with their numbers. He spat, again interrupted and attack, snarled and laughed defiantly.
Kiko’s hands were fisted up at the sides of her head. His voice hammered through everything else to take what was left of her natural reticence away.
(I need nothing else but you, Wolf. Nothing. When you are with me the world fades away. I can taste you on my lips still.)
Her heart beat or was it his? She thought it was his, the scars of battle were all over it.
Kiko had an epiphany when she tilted the water skin over to pour it in the podium. Once it was empty she might be able to fill it again with her breath. That could work for air. She shuddered all over, this place was driving the wolf into madness.
She could feel his skin thud not just hear his heartbeat, but actually feel the flesh rise and fall. The water skin was empty and the podium was no longer glowing a vibrant blue.
The shark warriors, like the door; ceased to exist. They fell to the ground nothing more than streaks of water. And when the last of the water hit the beaten earth, the floor itself disappeared beneath him.
He was at the mercy of gravity with nothing to hold on to, with nothing to grab, and only the yawning emptiness beneath his feet to see. Until a small ledge smacked into his body, it was barely big enough to stand on, let alone cushion his fall.
He grunted, hissed as he slammed into the tiny ledge, it was not a precision fall. It freaking hurt actually, and he groaned, rolled slowly onto his side. She heard this.
He looked about in this darkness, what the bloody hell. Going down was surely not the way to travel UP. He growled, agitated as he rocked onto his haunches now, investigated his surroundings.
It occurred to him then she heard all this, he didn't need her to worry.
(Heh. Well that was a fun fall. Seem's I'm taking the scenic route back to you Kiko.)
Kiko leaned her body against air's podium breathing heavily. She stared at the waterskin in her hand. There was no time like the present, though. She inhaled several times and then blew her breath into the skin and stoppered it like before.
(Wolf. I do not know that this will work. But, I have my breath trapped in the waterskin for air.)
The strain of it all was starting to tell and her voice had suffered the brunt of it, it was shaky, unsure, and right at the edges where the wolf paced, needy.
The ledge gave up nothing, beyond the fact that he was only inches from another fall. It was disorienting, definitely. From his vantage point he could see out into the lake and that was not possible. He had first fallen down a hole from small incline just off the island's beach.
He'd gone down again after the tunnel of earth. But, now here he was above all of those things. How? He was suddenly buffeted by the wings of a large osprey. The bird came so close it fanned all the hair at the side of his face and then landed on ledge about the same size as the one he was on above him.
Eternity
“Put some clothes on, you weird, yellow-eyed, table-dancing, werewolf-training, cryptic, stare-me-right-in-the-eyes-and-don't-even-blink wench.”