Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri & Instinct)
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				Title: <strong>Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 03:51:05</strong>
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				His bow and pack slung behind his back, Edgar stalked through the forest, in search of some nameless prey. At first glance, he might have looked like just another unkempt, feral dweller of the woods, but underneath the omnipresent spots of dirt staining his cheeks and hands lay a surprisingly handsome man, with features that grew more youthful and boyish as one approached him. His long, semi-unkempt head of jet-black hair flew out behind him as he ran to track his prey, and world-weary yet innocent brown eyes framed his tanned face, the forehead and cheeks of which often glistened with sweat. His simple clothes, made mostly of the finely-cured leather of various woodland animals, hid a lean, well-muscled body, though he preferred to not show it off if at all possible.<br><br>A few more steps, and - <em>damn</em>, he cursed to himself, <em>I lost the trail.</em> The tracks that he had been following disappeared into a small stream crossing the forest floor, which had to be at least several yards wide and a foot or two deep.<br><br>Just as he was re-evaluating his trajectory, he heard a faint cry in the distance. And not just any - that of a woman!<br><br>His ears perked up slightly to catch the direction of the cry, and he dashed off into the undergrowth in search of the owner of the voice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 04:08:14</strong>
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				Elara moved silently through the trees, her eyes on the deer ahead. She'd been following it for a while now and her tunic stuck to her frame, sweat dripping from her forehead and into her eyes. Her bow slung over her shoulder, quiver over the other. Her dark eyes on the doe as it paused and raised its head. <br><br><em>"Dammit"</em> she muttered as she dropped to the ground and waited while it moved forward again. She rose slowly and moved forward just in time to see it take off through a shallow stream. She stepped into the water and almost immediately landed on a loose rock which sent her sprawling, her cry ringing through the air. The deer taking off as she pulled herself into a sitting position. <br><br>She whinced as she sat up, still in the middle of the stream, the water flowing about her waist. Her foot lay at an odd angle and when she tried to stand she fell hard again, letting out another cry a loud splash following. <em>ok, now what</em> she thought, her ankle obviously broken. How was she going to get out of this mess. Her camp was at least an hours&nbsp; walk away and she couldn't even get out of the stream.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 04:25:33</strong>
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				Edgar follows the bank of the stream northward, his feet splashing the shallow water and causing ripples to circle outward from each footprint in the mud. Finally, he spies something - someone! - in the distance, and in the water no less! He would need to get to her quickly, for the late autumn brought a chill to the waters of the woods that risks her falling ill.<br><br>As he approaches, he can begin to make out her features - chiseled, delicate. And her ears, long and tapered to points... an elf lass! Edgar had heard about their kind in tales before, but had never seen one in person. Most of the stories he had heard spoke of their incredible beauty and grace, and this one proved them all correct; even in her disheveled state, the woman is incredibly lovely, like no one he has ever seen before.<br><br>Finally, he reaches her position, and, bending down, he notices her ankle. Broken, he notes... and it will need to be fixed quickly if it is to heal properly. <br><br>"Please, don't be scared, um, Miss... I'm here to help you," he explains in a genuinely calming tone of voice as he wraps his arms around her and lifts her out of the freezing waters, careful to support her ankle as he does so. A few steps, and he lowers her to dry ground, heedless of his own clothes now soaked by the river.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 04:39:20</strong>
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				Elara was startled to see the man.&nbsp; "Please, don't be scared, um, Miss... I'm here to help you," he said as he picked her up and placed her on the ground. <br><br>She bit her lip to stop a cry from escaping her lips as her ankle was jarred. "...thank you ..sir." she whince and watched him carefully. She'd not had much exposure to the outside world and wasn't sure who she could trust and not trust yet. "If you could just help me get back to my camp.." she said through clenched teeth. He was rather gruff looking and more vagabond than anything else. Her dark eyes taking in his whole being as he knelt beside her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 05:00:54</strong>
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				Edgar sighs as he bends over Elara's ankle, carefully placing both hands around it to examine it, but at the same time taking care not to hurt the woman. "You're not going anywhere with this, I'm afraid, Miss... it's broken pretty badly," he states plainly, his eyes glancing over the injury. "I can set it for you, but I'm afraid that there will be some pain... and that you'll have to remain here at least overnight, until it begins to heal."<br><br>He pauses for a second, as though curious about something, and then looks up into Elara's deep, dark eyes. He has a hunt to get to, and he had expected to have at least one catch by now.<em> But,</em> his conscience retorts in the back of his mind, <em>this elf *needs* you. She might DIE out here if you leave her. And could you live with yourself if that hapened?</em> <br><br>Sighing almost imperceptibly, Edgar continues. "And I'll be staying with you, for as long as you need me to. Name's Edgar, by the way. Don't really have a last name, since I never had much of a use for one. And you are...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 05:06:22</strong>
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				Elara slumped back as he told her she wasn't moving and that he'd stay with her. "I'm Elara .. and thanks for <em>rescuing</em> me." she felt she could have made it back to her camp eventually had he not come to her aid but kept quiet about it. "You don't have to stay, I can really take care of myself." Biting her lip as she shifted her weight. <br><br>Dare she let this man set her ankle, she didn't know him and as of yet wasn't all that sure of his motives. <em>"Just set it and be off with you. I don't want to keep you from your business, sir."</em> She didn't mean to sound snippy but knew her tone was. <br><br>She had been on the hunt all day and with night falling now would lose more time in finding food. She was tired and knew that was why she'd fallen to begin with. Hungry didn't even begin to touch the empty pit in her belly. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 05:17:13</strong>
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				"Heh..." Edgar flashes the injured elf a slight grin as he begins to strategically place his fingers upon her foot. He doesn't move anything yet, for fear of causing her to order him away in a more stern way. "I don't think I can do that, Miss Elara. My own personal code, you see... never leave a fellow forester stranded, injured, or dead."<br><br>"And, make no mistake," he continues as he fumbles around the forest floor, finally discovering two sturdy branches, evidently for use as a splint. "You could not make it back yourself. You'd just injure it further and end up not being able to walk at all."<br><br>At that, there is a sharp crack as his fingers apply an instantaneous amount of pressure to Elara's ankle. Though the maneuver itself is obviously painful, the ankle actually feels *better* after Edgar is done. A shrug of his shoulders, and he unslings his pack and opens it with one hand, as though looking for something.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 05:23:28</strong>
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				Elara jerked and yelped when he set her ankle. She muttered something in elven and layed back trying to ease the spin of the world around her. "Are you always this way with the ladies?" she quipted as she close her eyes briefly. Ok, she was stuck in the woods with this 'gentleman' and obviously not going anywhere. <br><br>"Thank you Edgar." she whispered as she drew a deep breath and tried to lean up on her elbows to watch him. "Damn rock." she muttered as she brushed a stray damp hair from her face. <br><br>"What brings you to this section of the forest?" she knew not many humans traveled this deep into the woodland and was curious as to what drew him here.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 05:32:34</strong>
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				"Heh... never really, er, been with one myself, Miss," Edgar replies, his boyish features showing through in a rough but pleasant smile. "Women, that is. Never seem to take much of a liking to me... guess it must be my way of life."<br><br>A moment later, he pulls out a small bundle of rough hemp rope from his backpack, setting it beside him. He draws a hunting knife from his bent and, in two swift motions, he severs two cords from the bundle. His other hand, busy propping up Elara's foot, remains perfectly still.<br><br>"As for why I'm here... let's just say I got into a bit a' trouble several years back with the local authorities. Haven't taken to city life since." With a steadiness borne of years of experience, Edgar begins to bind the splint across the elf's leg, tying one length of rope around her calf and the other around her lower ankle. "And you? Never seen one of... your kind out here, and can't say that I'm not surprised to see you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 05:44:19</strong>
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				Elara shook her head and bit her lip. "Well if this is how you treat all the ladies then I'm not surprised." Her voice taking on a hint of laughter even with the pain. She watched as he bound her leg and secured the splint. "Nice job, done that before have you?" <br><br>"I live near here, on my own and quite nicely I must add. In the morning you can take me there and leave me. I am sorry my mishap has cost time away from whatever it was you were doing." She said as she rested back, her hands behind her head.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 05:57:54</strong>
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				"Bind up my own wounds on occasion, Miss, and those I come across when I wander... animals, humans... heh, never healed an elf before, though." When he finishes with the splint, he climbs to his feet, one hand wrapping around the strap of his pack as he hoists it into his arms. "And, it's no skin off my teeth; I told you before, I live by a certain code... and because of that, I'm happy to help you out."<br><br>At that, Edgar suddenly seems to notice his waterlogged leathers; he shakes first one arm, then the other, sending a few drops of chilling river water in every direction. He then turns to regard Elara, whose clothing is similarly soaked. "You have a change of clothes with you, Elara? Might want to get out of those... you'll catch the chills or somesuch, and then we'll be doubly in trouble."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 06:05:04</strong>
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				Elara listened as she watched the man above her.&nbsp; "You and I follow a similar path I think." Her eyes taking on a less painful look as her leg goes from all out pain to a dull throb. Knowing that would change before her leg was healed totally. <br><br>"No Edgar I don't have a change of clothes, I wasn't planning on breaking my leg, or spending the night on the forest floor. I would have prefered my camp and a nice campfire." She laughed as she spoke, her eyes sparkling in the last of the days light.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 06:18:46</strong>
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				Just as Elara finishes speaking, Edgar snaps his fingers. "Well, Miss... I'm 'fraid I can't give you the first of those things, but maybe a campfire'll warm you up a bit. Just sit tight! Oh, and you might want to take off at least the excesses... can't take any chances now, can we?" As he speaks those last few words, he begins to scour the ground, picking up a branch here, a twig there, adding each to a quickly-growing bundle in his other arm.<br><br>"So... did I hear you right? You and I follow similar paths?" he inquires in a friendly, conversational voice as he sets to work. "That is to say... I know what path I follow... so, which do you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 06:32:49</strong>
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				Elara watched the hunter and laughed. "While you go find wood I'll try and get rid of the excess water in my clothing. I'd prefer a small amount of privacy if possible." She removed her weapons and lay them beside her and slowly undid the belt around her middle. The tunic opening as she did. She shivered as the cooler evening air teased her skin. <br><br>"As to our paths, I think that's obvoius. We both are loners, not dependant on anyone. Until now." The last part under her breath. She waited till he turned his back and removed her tunic, wringing out what water she could and slipping it back over her shoulders. It would take more than that to dry her out.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 16:31:28</strong>
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				Edgar hears some rustling behind him as he gathers firewood, but he dares not turn back. One particularly outlandish story he had heard in the past was that of a man going blind through witnessing an unclothed elf maiden wandering through the forest. Just superstition, of course, but he resolves to give Elara the privacy that she asked for anyway, though only half because of the fact that she requested it of him. He was normally very casual about nudity - animals did not wear clothes, after all, and he was nothing more than another denizen of the forest - but there was something about this woman that made him...<br><br>"Well, we've all got to be dependant on someone sometime, Miss," he replies, his head beginning to unconsciously turn toward her as he speaks. "Can't live i-"<br><br>He pauses as he catches but a two-second glimpse of Elara's body, right before she slips her tunic back on. Immediately, he turns back to his work, hoping in the back of his mind that the elf had not noticed. Though he was ashamed to admit it to himself, however, the image stuck with him, causing something to stir within his head - and in his leggings.<br><br>"Heh... as I was saying... can't live in isolation all the time, now, can you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 17:02:40</strong>
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				Elara had finished fastening the belt just as he turned around. "I've lived long enough alone to enjoy it Edgar. But I do appreciate this, spending the night in the stream just doesn't appeal to me, especially since I'd be frozen stiff or worse by morning." <br><br>She shifted her weight and groaned. Well her upper half would dry out faster once the fire was lit but her leggings were drenched, afterall she had been sitting in that water. She'd caught his glance and flushed slightly but pulled herself together as he turned back, his arms full of wood.<br><br>"I suppose this time I am glad I have the company." Her eyes dancing in the fading light.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 20:12:15</strong>
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				Edgar smiles wordlessly, his gaze remaining fixed upon Elara this time, as he begins to build a up a fire in the small clearing. Soon, a large, orderly pile of sticks sits a few feet away from the elf. He reaches into the pocket of his tunic and pulls out a small flint and steel, and, after a few strikes, the campfire is ablaze with calming heat.<br><br>"Hope that's good enough for you, Miss," he finally replies while taking a few steps to sit beside the injured woman. "Leather doesn't dry quickly, though, and you're still mostly soaked." The orange firelight dances across Edgar's face, highlighting his surprisingly youthful features, as he stares into Elara's eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 20:18:10</strong>
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				Elara shifts yet again her drenched leggings very uncomfortable "I'll live Edgar, thank you for the fire." She settled back and watched the man, her eyes meeting his as he spoke. "I am glad the evenings are not all that cold or even with the fire I'd freeze." <br><br>She brushed yet another stray hair from her cheek and tightened the thong which held her hair back. "It's going to be a long night without provisions and food, I was hunting when I fell." Her gaze going to the fire as it started to warm her, at least partially.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 20:28:58</strong>
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				At the mention of food, Edgar's stomach begins to churn a bit, and he quickly realizes that he had not eaten all day either. "Well, Miss; maybe I can change that, too!" He replies as he turns around and reaches into his pack. A few seconds later, he pulls out two leather bundles, each tied with a short cord of rope, and hands one to Elara. <br><br>He fumbles with his for a moment before it comes undone, revealing a portion of dried fruits, nuts, and a strip of dried venison. "It's not much," he admits as he raises a morsel to his lips, "but it keeps me going. Don't worry about me, though; after this I'll likely be returning back to my camp to restock earlier than I'd planned. Just need to spend the night, then see you back to yours at dawn."<br><br>Edgar smiles encouragingly at Elara, noting how the light of the fire against the evening darkness makes her seem even lovelier than before. He doesn't seem to notice - or care - that he is staring intently at her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 20:37:14</strong>
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				Elara accepts the bundle and opens it, smiling slightly at the sight of the food. "This could be considered a feast Edgar and a much appreciated one. I guess this is what I get for waiting to hunt at the last minute?" She said as she takes a bite of the venison.<br><br>She settled back and ate, her eyes on him as he ate silence growing between them. It was kind of nice to have someone to share with even if only in passing.<br><br>"Tomorrow you go your way, I will spend my time healing but I am greatful for your arrival and for your care." She stared deep into the flames as she spoke.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 20:42:43</strong>
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				"I..."<br><br>Edgar stops. His body, his hands, his mind, all halting in one instant, as the thought shocks him: <em>I don't want to leave her.</em><br><br>He thinks to himself for a moment that those silly stories about elves charming mortal men through fae magic might be true, but he pushes the thought away as soon as it comes. No... this was something else. He had never felt magic upon him before, but he did not think that such an unnatural force could feel so... so...<br><br>"I'll go with you as far as you need me, Miss. Don't want to slow you down or anything." His voice is surprisingly low-key and neutral, a sharp contrast to how he really feels. If only he could - or he knew how - to tell her...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 20:47:55</strong>
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				Elara smiles slightly as if she knows something he doesn't and then goes back to eating. "You don't have to feel obligated to stay with me. I don't want you to feel you have to keep an eye on me." She lowered her eyes and ate some of the nuts trying to ignore a feeling in her own gut. <br><br>Without him she would be layed up for weeks and she knew she didn't have the supplies to last that long in her camp without help but she would not ask for it. Her pride got in the way again as she grew silent and focused on her meal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 20:56:52</strong>
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				Edgar is silent for a moment; when he speaks again, he sounds slightly crestfallen, though he tries to hide it. "Oh... you, er... have someone else to take care of you back at your camp?" Though he does not come out and say it, it is quite clear what he means by 'someone else.'<br><br>"Ehh... what I mean to say is... you elves travel in groups, or alone? Reason I ask is that you won't be able to walk 'least for a week. You'll need someone there for you."<br><br>There is a soft rustle as Edgar shifts uncomfortably in his seated position. Like it or not, he was giving away more of his thoughts than he cared to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 21:05:23</strong>
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				Elara shook her head. "I'm alone Edgar. Been alone for some time now, an outcast I suppose." She knew what he was asking and reached out to touch his arm, the first contact other than him carrying her from the river and setting her ankle. <br><br>"I just don't want to stop you from doing whatever it is you do and going your own way." She finished the last of her venison and placed the leather it had been wrapped in&nbsp; beside her. "Thank you for sharing." With that she lay back, slowly warming and drying but still fast enough. The leggings were not drying as quickly as the tunic and it made sitting uncomfortable. <br><br>She lay down, rolling carefully to face the fire. She appreaciated his help and his company more than he would or could know.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 21:37:10</strong>
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				"You're quite welcome, Mi- er, Elara," Edgar replies, the woman's fingers upon his arm causing him to suddenly remember that he had no cause to address her in such a formal manner. She was just like him, after all - an outcast. Perhaps that is why he wanted to be with her so badly...<br><br>A moment passes, and finally, his own body responds. He fumbles around on the forest floor for a moment, before his hand meets Elara's, his fingers entwining themselves with hers. Her skin is surprisingly smooth for a forest-dweller, and it feels strange, like silk, against his rough, calloused palm.<br><br>"So... er..." he sputters, not exactly sure how to carry on the conversation. "...I... heh... guess we have all night, then."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 21:43:06</strong>
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				Elara feels his fingers entwine with hers and smiles softly. "I guess we do." She points to the stars above where one is falling leaving a stream of fire behind. "Even the stars are watching us tonight." With that she shifts so she's laying closer to Edgar. <br><br>"It'll get colder before morning. " Her words clearly speaking as she moves closer to him and the fire for the added warmth, grimacing once as her foot catches on a hidden root.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 21:52:13</strong>
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				Edgar glances up only briefly at the clear night sky before turning back to Elara. "And you outshine them all..." he mutters to himself, just low enough that the elf cannot hear him clearly. Her eyes were so dream-like, black as the night surrounding, but they reflected the firelight like tiny pinpoints of stars all their own...<br><br>Suddenly, he snaps out of his reverie as he notices Elara inching closer to him. "Yes... I... guess we had better share body heat, and..." He stiffens as her good leg brushes across his. He knows that he wants to be closer to her, but for reasons quite different than those he admitted to her. However, she obviously couldn't feel the same way... <em>could she?</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>28-10-2005, 22:01:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara shivered slightly neither from the cool night air or the slight fever she had from her ankle but from .... something far different. Her eyes carrying a distant look briefly but then she snaps back to the here and now. "You sure you're ok?" a smile crossing her lips. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 01:29:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I... think I'm all right," Edgar replies hesitantly. "Just not used to being so close to... well... someone like you."&nbsp; He glances down at Elara's body, before falling back upon her dark eyes.<br><br>Hesitantly, one hand creeps up to touch the elf's cheek, brushing a bit of hair from her brow, but lingering there longer than is needed for the event to take place. He smiles pleasantly, his mind and body entranced by everything that she is.<br><br>"But... I might just be able to get used to it."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 01:48:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara reaches up to touch his hand against her cheek. "So could I." her dark eyes staring into his. They'd only met and due to strange unfortunate circumstances. She settled against him and went back to staring into the fire. This was so strange to her, the things she was feeling and for him.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 01:57:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar looks surprised as the elf returns the gesture of affection. He had never believed at love at first sight - especially in the mutual sense - but he was beginning to think that it might be time to change his beliefs. This... all that was happening to him, was just so, perfect, like something out of a storybook...<br><br>Hesitantly, he inches closer to Elara and wraps his arm around her shoulders. A moment of awkward silence passes between the pair, before he speaks up:<br><br>"To... er... better keep us warm, of course."<br><br>Inside his head, Edgar was cursing. Why could he not say how he really felt?
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 02:03:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara smiled and rested against Edgar, laughing lightly as he spoke of keeping them warm. <br><br>"Of course." <br><br>She closed her eyes and leaned against him, relaxing as best she could considering her leg had started to throb.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 02:13:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar's heart starts to pound as Elara leans her head against his shoulder, her hair cascading over him and the very tip of her long ear teasing his chin. He swallows and tries to resolve himself, to keep his bearings. <br><br>Meanwhile, his head lowers, his cheek nuzzling the elf's, and his lips end up right beside her ear. He remains completely clueless as to what to do - but, as the forest has taught him, <em>when in doubt, rely on your instincts.</em><br><br>A moment passes, and finally he whispers in Elara's ear: "You're very beautiful... you know that?" Another short pause. "I... don't think I've ever seen a woman as lovely as you."<br><br>Edgar's cheeks are burning, but in the back of his mind, he is incredibly relieved.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 02:18:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara sighed at his voice, his scent, his words a small smile forming as she stroked his arm which was around her. Her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm not." she whispered. "Nothing special about me, except maybe the fact I'm a clutz." She glanced up at his face as she spoke.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 02:39:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar laughs at Elara's admission. "And here I thought all of your kind were graceful and agile and such," he replies after his mirth lasts for several seconds.<br><br>"Seriously, though... you are the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes upon. And..."<br><br><em>Say it. Say it now, or you may never get the chance again.</em><br><br>"...I don't want to leave you. I don't know why, or how, but I feel something for you... something..."<br><br>As he trails off, he brings his face closer to Elara's, his eyes half-closed.<em> Instincts...</em>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 02:46:14</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara laughed and caressed his cheek. "Something is good..." she leaned up and kissed him as he moved towards her face. When she pulled away she laid her head in his lap and traced a finger along his chin. <br><br>"So tell me what you'd be doing what now if you hadn't decided to rescue me?" She shifted and sat up reaching down to move her leg to a different posiition. A look of pain crossed her face. "You wouldn't know anything to deal with the pain would you?"&nbsp; She glanced back at Edgar.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 03:05:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar's head is swimming. He can barely believe that he just kissed this woman... and an elf, nonetheless! Her lips were like honey, sweet, perhaps she used something on them, and her skin...<br><br>For not the first time tonight, he stopped himself from getting carried away, and instead set about trying to answer Elara's question.<br><br>"Well... I'd likely have gone back to camp empty handed," he replies with a contented sigh. "Maybe built a fire, done some work, took some rest after all that's done..."<br><br>He stops himself as he realizes how incredibly dull his life must sound to her. She - an elf - has likely seen all of the wonders that the world has to offer, and he couldn't hope to impress her with his life...<br><br>"How about you...? What would you be doing if you hadn't stumbled in that creek?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 03:10:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara settled back as best she could and laughed. "You sound a lot like me. I'd have hopefully gotten that deer. Had a decent meal, maybe saved the hide for clothing but that ended with my fall." she groaned. "I would have spent the night in the river, or on the shore if I had made it that far. Probably froze to death with my luck due to the wet clothes. " She looked into his eyes. "So .. glad I met you." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 03:20:21</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar sighs... she *does* feel the same as he! He felt as though his heart could leap out of his chest at any moment. "I'm glad I met you too..." he mumbles, his head in repose upon his companion's lap.<br><br>Suddenly, however, his eyes widen and he abruptly reaches for his bag. "Oh, my apoligies, Miss! Forgot about your pain..." he states haltingly as he fumbles around with his free hand for a few moments, before pulling out a small leather container filled with dried leaves. He pulls out a pinch and hands them to Elara with an encouraging smile.<br><br>"Chew on these for a minute or two. They'll help dull the ache... might have an unforseen side-effect or two since I've never tried 'em on your kind, but they should be safe."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 03:25:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara stroked his cheek and took the offered leaves looking at them and at him for a minute. "Dare I ask what the side affects might be?" She said as she started chewing on them. She yawned and settled back still stroking his cheek and neck as they lay before the fire. <br><br>"Once we get back to my camp nobody will bother us, it's hidden by more than just its location, but by magic as well." she said as she stared down into his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 04:31:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar chuckles lightly. "Can't say, I'm 'fraid... you might react differently than I do. I know that it tends to warm me inside, like a good mug of ale; that's part of what dulls the pain."<br><br>"I'd use some of it myself," he continues, his head resting back upon Elara's lap and his eyes gazing up at her exotic features, "if it weren't for the other side effect."<br><br>As he speaks, his hands travel around her back, feeling the still-damp leather of her jerkin. "But-oh! Speaking of which... you feeling any warmer yet?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 04:42:41</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara let out a sigh her body relaxing as whatever it was that he gave her dulled the pain. "What happens when you use it?" she asked as she closed her eyes. His fingers against her back bringing a small smile to her face. "I'm damp still, but warmer yes."<br><br>Her eyes stared up into his face as looked down into hers. "I'm beginning to feel much better, thank you."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 17:05:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Well..." Edgar chuckles a bit. "...the name of the plant is 'Dreamflower'. So, I think you can guess the other, hmm?"<br><br>He closes his own eyes, a feeling of contentment washing over him. He would love nothing more than to spend the night with this lovely creature, and now, it appeared as though he would be getting his wish.<br><br>"You'd better get some rest, Elara..." he whispers, his own voice carrying signs of fatigue. "...we have a long road ahead of us tomorrow."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 18:35:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara yawned and curled up making room so Edgar could curl up nearer the fire. She was slowly slipping into the dream world and her eyes closed, her body growing limp as she lay next to him. The night slipped away into dreamy blissfulness.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 18:58:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Morning. The first faint, amber rays of sun have begun to filter into the forest floor through the stark branches of the trees, nearly bare from shedding their leaves until the spring, casting rays of golden mist through the foggy air. A chill surrounds the woods today, reminiscent of the freezing night prior, punctuated only by the faint heat from the dying embers of a fire, still belching smoke upwards to mingle with the canopy.<br><br>Edgar opens his eyes to this scene, and he wonders if he is dreaming. He had not slept so soundly in years, nor awoke to such a perfect morning with such a perfect companion beside him, the bare skin of her hands and feet touching his through the night. He would love to stay here forever... but he has work to do.<br><br>Slowly, agonizingly, he picks himself up, dusting off his leather tunic and leggings with his bare hands. He glances around for a moment, and, upon seeing his pack, he snatches it up and opens it, pulling out the bundle of rope that he had stashed in there before. <br><br>"I hate to do this to you, Elara," he whispers in the sincerest of tones, "but I need to make sure that you're telling the complete truth." At that, he gently takes the elf's wrists and brings them behind her back, binding them in a knot loose enough that it will not hurt her, but tight enough so that she will not be able to escape.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 19:10:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara slept, thanks to the <em>medicine</em> Edgar had given her the night before. She wasn't aware of anything until Edgar had finished binding her hands&nbsp; and sat back.&nbsp; Her eyes jerked open and she struggled briefly against the bonds before settling back, a startled then an angry look crossing her features.<br><br>"Edgar .... what's this for?" she asked as she pulled on the ropes. "Why have you bound me like this?" She looked at him, her dark eyes blazing. She pulled herself to a sitting position and tried to keep her balance which was hard due to her leg and the splint. She was confused, and still foggy from the nights sleep which clouded her thoughts. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 19:14:45</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar sits up with a start and steps back a few paces, his hands held out in front of him in a defensive fashion. "I'm sorry, Elara... I... I just need to know whether everything you told me last night was true or not. I promise you that I will not hurt you, or take advantage of you in any way, unless you try to hurt me."<br><br>"Either way, the rope'll only stay on 'til we get back to your camp." He smiles a bit in an attemot to encourage the elf. "You have my word."<br><br>Slinging his pack over his shoulder, Edgar steps up to Elara and hooks his arms under hers, trying to help her stand. "Now, don't stand on your bad foot... I'll help you keep your balance."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 19:20:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara glared at the man before her and made no effort to stand on her good foot. "Why would I do anything for you now Edgar? Just leave me and be on your way." Her tone anything but civil. She was furious at being tied like an animal. "I have done absolutely nothing to deserve this treatment." <br><br>This was why she'd been alone as it was, too many chasing her, wanting a piece of her as it were. Her own people chased her away and the outsiders had been no better so she'd chosen to hide and live alone in her hidden glade. Now this MAN <em>tied</em> her up and expected her to just lead him there. What was he thinking.<br><br>"What exactly is it you don't believe that I told you?" She asked as she glared up at the man from her spot on the ground. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 19:25:18</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Never met an elf before... don't know how truthful your kind really are." Edgar states plainly, though he's clearly not trying to offend the woman before him. "But I stick by what I said before... *everything* that I said before."<br><br>He grunts at the effort of trying to lift Elara to her feet without her compliance. "Now, are you going to stand or not, or would you rather I just left you here for the wolves?" Hh continues with a sly grin.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 19:35:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara relaxed her body making it even harder for Edgar. "Leave me, see if I care." She was thoroughly pissed off and wasn't going to do anything this man asked of her. She'd been drugged and made a prisoner while asleep and she damn sure wasn't going to help him in anyway. <br><br>"You want me to do anything for you remove these damn ropes, I won't run. Not like I can anyway." She muttered and looked at her leg.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 19:56:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar sighs. Elara was just making this harder on herself, and on him. "Look, Elara... I untie you, and you can still go for some weapon or something if you *are* lying. Alternatively, I could search you, but I won't 'cuz I respect you." He feels his face heat up from embarassment. "Well... I... I more'n respect you. That's why I want to help you if you *are* telling the truth. And that's why there's no chance that I'll be leaving you here to die."<br><br>At that, he winces as he bends down to wrap his arms around under the elf's body, rather than under her arms. "But... mmph... if you're not going to try to stand, then I guess I'll have to carry you." With that, he rights himself, Elara slung over his powerfully muscled arms. "So... which direction is your camp?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 20:10:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara sighed and didnt' bother fighting when she was picked up. "Dying would be better than being a prisoner, but if you insist." She buries her head in his shoulder. "Just follow the path. It will lead you where we need to go." <br><br>The trees seemed to bend outwards and a path appeared in the underbrush. The forest stilled around them as she settled in his arms. Her fate was decided, she'd grown careless and now she was his prisoner. True she could use her magic but what would that accomplish, he'd only be one more in a long line of those out to capture, hurt or kill her. Being injured due to her stupidity made her vulnerable as it was. and this was her payment.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 20:29:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar smiles a bit at Elara as he begins to walk down the revealed path. "You aren't my prisoner, Elara... never were. I wasn't out to hunt you, I'm not out to get you, or hurt you, or turn you over to whoever you're running from." Amazingly, the elf was lighter than he thought, which makes his carrying her all the more easier. <em>Either way,</em> he figures inside his head, <em>I could carry her forever, as long as I'm close to her... though she likely doesn't want to be anymore...</em><br><br>"It's going to be an hour's walk," he states, abruptly changing the subject. "Just relax. Please... I'll try to make the journey easy for you." 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 20:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara sighed and closed her eyes. "If you say so Edgar." She wasn't going to fight him. Why bother, the more she fought, the more she'd be hurt and eventually hunted and caught.&nbsp; It wasn't like she could do much. The more magic she used the faster they'd find her and him. In her current condition she wouldn't be able to protect them both.<br><br>"I'll relax once the ropes are gone, but if keeping me tied up eases your mind, then fine." She muttered from where her face was against his shoulder. She shifted slightly trying to ease the strain on her injured leg and grew silent as they walked. <br><br>The path opening before them and closing behind. No evidence of their passing showing. It was the one thing that had kept her alive but now that would change, she'd have to change the wards around her <em>home</em> to accept him and let him pass unharmed. The forest sounds ceasing as they pass and restarting their chorus as the path closes.<br>&nbsp;
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 21:03:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				A short time later, Edgar and Elara arrive at the elf's camp. They had walked mostly with an uneasy silence, mostly because Edgar had dared not say anything, for fear that the woman in his arms would twist it the wrong way. As he walks into the clearing, he glances around warily; the place had not been occupied for at least a full day. He let out a deep breath. There would be no fighting here this morning, thank the gods.<br><br>A minute later, Edgar finds himself within Elara's tent, a remarkably well-kept structure for a simple woodland home. The tent is large, and made of some unidentifiable hide, cured to prevent rain-water from soaking into it. At the center lies a fire-pit, surrounded with chiseled rocks, with an opening in the center of the overarching structure to let smoke escape. Over the fire-pit sits a structure to roast and cure meat. To the side sits a finely-made sleeping bag, more than enough for one person and just barely enough for two, while the other side of the sheltered room is made up of various small bags and pouches, easily transportable with a pack-horse or somesuch, though there is no such animal in sight.<br><br>He steps over to the sleeping bag and lets Elara lie down, making sure that her leg lies straight and smoothing her hair out behind her back with his palm. "Well... it looks like you were truthful. I'm sorry, Elara; I should've never had cause to doubt you..." he states in a low voice. "I'll undo your hands now, if you wish."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 21:31:19</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara opened her eyes and stared up into Edgars eyes. Hers holding no malice or anger.&nbsp; "Please. It's rather uncomfortable with them tied like this. " <br><br>It felt good to be home even if she couldn't do much. "It's not much but it's home Edgar." She looked around her home and sighed. "I understand your mistrust but really, ropes, was that necessary?"<br><br>She lay back and stare at the ceiling. it would take some getting used to if he chose to stay around and help, but that was his choice.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 21:44:25</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar grins as he pulls his hunting knife from its sheath. "Only way I knew how to ensure that you wouldn't suddenly spring on me." His voice suddenly becomes deathly serious. "'Side from violating you, of course, but I would never, *ever* do that to anyone. Let alone you..."<br><br>His free hand leans Elara over a bit, exposing her bound wrists, and with one flick of the knife, the rope that binds them lies in tatters. He then lets the elf lie back down, the weapon returning to its place.<br><br>"So..." he ponders as he kneels before her, "looks like we have all the time in the world..."<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 21:55:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara looked up at him, a slightly shocked look on her face then it changes to one just a bit more serious.<br><br>"Oh really?" Keeping her expression as even as possible. "And what would that have accomplished? But then again I was your prisoner wasn't I?"<br><br>She rubbed her wrists and pulled herself to a sitting position, her gaze on him. "That we do, it would seem." <br><br>She was still trying to absorb the changes in her life in the last 24 hours. She'd been happy alone, now suddenly basically helpless and with a companion. And after being bound by him she was really curious about his motives. <br><br>"Why did you choose to help me Edgar? What really is the reason?" Her tone growing serious.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 22:28:30</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar sits down beside her, already weary from the journey. His arms and legs still ached from having to carry Elara all that way, but he wouldn't have had things any differently.<br><br>"As I said, you were never my prisoner, Elara," he replies sincerely, "I never wanted to harm you at all, in fact. It's just... when I first saw you, lying there helpless in the creek, I..." He swallows. "...something stirred inside of me. I didn't know what it was then, but, now, I'm not sure..."<br><br>He is silent for a moment while one of his hands creeps across the elf's sleeping bag, down her leather-clad arm, and into her own. "...do you believe in love at first sight?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 23:01:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara sighed and listened to him. "I've been alone too long I think Edgar." She felt his hand slip into hers and glanced up at him and his last question. "I am not sure what love is Edgar but if this is what it is.. I won't complain." Her hand closing around his.<br><br>She motioned for him to move in front of her, and shifted her weight so he could. "Let me see what I can do for you." she knew he was sore and tired and would need his own rest, but she wouldn't use magic to achieve that, he'd fall asleep on his own.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 23:07:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar hesitates a moment. Was she going to use magic on him? He couldn't say for sure whether he liked the idea of magic being applied to him - he had always thought of it as something untrustworthy and chaotic - but the ache in his entire body overruled that small voice in the back of his mind.<br><br>He stands and moves in front of the elf, his eyes carrying not even the slightest hint of suspicion. As he sits, he chuckles a bit. "You're... not going to try to take revenge on me for the whole rope thing, are you?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 23:21:09</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara laughed "Now would I do that?" She pulled herself up slightly. "Take off your shirt, ...please." She reached over next to where they were sitting, and picked up a small wooden bowl with a cover on it. "I'll help you relax and take care of some of the pain I caused. Carrying me couldn't have been all that easy."<br><br>She uncovered the bowl and sniffed as the smell of chamomile, sandalwood, lavender filled the tent. "This will take care of the aches and afterwards I'll worry about something to eat." She dipped her hand in the bowl and waited for him to remove his shirt. <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 23:28:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"A-of course..." Though he was normally not bashful with nudity, Edgar suddenly finds himself reluctant to disrobe even partially in front of the elf. Had she just admitted to him, a while ago, that she loved him? What would that mean, especially if he was sitting so close to her and something *happened*?<br><br>He began to pull his leather tunic over his head, revealing tanned skin and more than one scar - though not from any animal. Instead, they appeared clean, as though made by blades and arrows.<br><br>After throwing it to the side, he can only say one thing: "...what are you going to do, anyway?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 23:36:02</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara stiffled a laugh. "Worried I'm going to hurt you? " She nudged him with her splinted leg. "I don't think I'd do very well do you?" Her hand reaching up to caress the scars on his back. "Now relax please." <br><br>She placed some of the ointment on his back and began rubbing it in, in slow circles. Her hands finding and massaging each muscle knot starting at his shoulders and working her way downwards. This was one gift she had that she could share without the use of magic. Her hands and the massges she'd given while living with the others. Then it all changed.. and she found herself an outcast and alone.<br><br>As the scent of the oils and herbs filled the air her mind drifted back to that night. She'd run a decent business as a healer in the village until a visitor appeared and brought with them a curse which changed her life. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>29-10-2005, 23:43:16</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar leans back with a deep sigh into Elara's hands, the feeling and the scent slowly taking him away. "Mmm... you're... very good at this, Elara..." is all he can manage to reply, though that one sentence does not do it justice by far. He felt more relaxed than he had in years, and all because of her.<br><br>As the elf works her way down his back, however, he blushes as he feels something stir inside his leggings. Her fingertips across the sensitive skin of his lower back made him think of things that he alternately loved and hated to ponder. Perhaps, he thought, she would work her way around the front, and...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 00:13:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara had been quiet as she worked. "Thank you Edgar." She whispered as she worked. She smiled as the scent and herbs helped to lull him. She finished and slipped awkwardly from behind him allowing him to settle on her bed while she hunted around for a staff nearby. <br><br>"You stay put and relax. I'll get us something to eat while you rest." With that she pulled herself somewhat painfully to her feet. She smiled down at Edgar and hobbled towards the entrance of her tent.<br><br>- One Hour later - <br><br>Edgar woke to find Elara sitting on the ground before the fire which now ablaze. A Pot hanging over it and bubbling. She was busy dropping vegetables and herbs into the pot which&nbsp; she had freshly picked just that evening. The smell of cooking meat and fresh vegetables filled the tent instead of the herbs and oils from earlier.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 00:23:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar opened his eyes to a scent just as pleasant as the one he fell asleep to. Rubbing his eyes, he turned to behold Elara cooking something on top of the fire - his stomach rumbled at the smell of it - and he began to push himself to his feet, not particularly caring that he was still unclothed from the waist-up.<br><br>"That... what *is* that?" he asks with surprise as he half-stumbles over to the cauldron. "It smells like... heh, well... nothing that I have had in years."<br><br>When he reaches Elara, he places a hand on her shoulder, watching her work. Even when doing something so simple, she was beautiful.<br><br>"And, what were you doing up while I was out?" He smirks. "Thought I told you to get some rest for that ankle?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 00:34:03</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara looked up as Edgar placed his hand on her shoulder. "This ... is venison stew." She said as she continued to put the vegetables she was cutting up in the pot. "Hope it's to your liking." <br><br>She laughed at his comments. "I am cooking dinner, that's what I am doing now. I had vegetables and herbs to pick so did that as well. As to rest, I can do that later, it's just getting from point A to point B that tends to be an issue, I sit on my butt the rest of the time." <br><br>She stirred the contents of the pot. "Give it a few more minutes and dinner should be ready. Grab a couple of those bowls over there and the spoons, if you would." She said pointing to a pile nearby which appeared to be clean dishes on a clothe left to dry. <br><br>"And... over there is a skin with some fresh water in it and some cups beneath." She pointed to what appeared to be a large leather pouch near the door. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 00:58:36</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar grins at being ordered around by Elara, but he happily complies. The scent of food, combined with the empty feeling in his stomach, has fully wakened him, and he quickly sets about gathering the things that the elf had asked him for. Within a minute or two, he holds in his arms the bowls, spoons, cups, and waterskin, and the sight of him trying to hold them all is more than slightly comical.<br><br>After handing one of each over to Elara, he takes his own helping and sits down by the fire, motioning her to sit beside him. He takes his spoon in his hand, dips it into his bowl, and takes a small sip, his eyebrows raising as he does so.<br><br>"This is... good...!" he exclaims incredulously, also offering Elara a warm smile. "What did you put in it?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 01:17:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara smiled watching him and after filling his bowl and her own settled back next to him. She ... could .. get used to this for sure. She waited to take a bite, her eyes on him as he took a spoonful.<br><br>"This is... good...!" he exclaimed.<br><br>Elara broke out in a smile and flushed slightly. "Thank you Edgar." <br><br>"What did you put in it?" he asked as he took another spoonful. <br><br>She shifted her weight and rested the bowl on her leg as she shrugged. "Besides the deer meat, carrots, potatoes and onions from the garden. Herbs from the small plot behind the tent. Nothing special Edgar." <br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 01:43:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar can't help but watch Elara intently as he eats. "Well, it's very good... mother used to tell me that cooking is all about proportions," he states in between spoonfuls. "You must have 'em exact! Not that I blame you or anything... having lived as long as you have, I'm sure you've had plenty of time to master plenty of things."<br><br>He finishes his portion ravenously and sets his bowl and spoon down beside him, before taking a long draught of water from the water-skin into his cup. "Tell me, Elara... what else *are* you good at?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 01:48:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara finished her stew and sipped the water in her cup. "What 'exactly' do you mean by that Edgar?" she shook her head as she got comfortable using him as a backrest, pulling his arm around her and resting it against her good leg. <br><br>She was beginning to feel comfortable with him there. It meant she might be able to rest and get back on her feet faster rather than having to struggle with the jobs that took two hands or legs which she wouldn't have until her ankle healed. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 01:55:06</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar takes a drink from his own cup, before setting it down beside the empty bowl and inching a bit closer to the elf maiden next to him. "I mean that... you must have had quite a lot of time to practice various crafts and artistries and such. What else have you learned in the time you've been around this world?"<br><br>When he finds himself right next to Elara, he casually wraps an arm around her shoulders, bright eyes fixed upon her as they have been for several minutes now.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 02:01:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara laid her head on his shoulder and smiled up at him. "I learned a lot about herbs, gardening, and how to live off the land. I tan the hides I need for the tent and other things." she sighed and lowered her gaze to her leg. "I had to learn a lot of it on the run Edgar."<br><br>"Having noone to rely on and not knowing who to trust makes life hard at times and my life would have been pretty much over if you had not come to my rescue back there."<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 02:11:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The index finger of Edgar's free hand traces Elara's jawline to her chin, where he gently tilts her head up to face his own. His light eyes gaze deeply into her deep, dark pupils as he speaks. "And I'm so glad that I found you... Elara..."<br><br>At that, he bends down, letting the couple's lips meet as though he had been waiting for such an event all day. The hand upon the elf's opposite shoulder withdraws to her hair as he traces his fingers through it, feeling how soft and silky it is in comparison to that of humans, while the fingers of his other caress across her cheek to trace her long ear to where it comes to a tapered point. From there, it moves back down to her neck, where it remains, feeling the soft skin there.<br><br>Several moment pass, which seem to Edgar like the blink of an eye, before he pulls back, catching his breath, unable to say even a single word.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 02:22:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara shivered at his touch and the kiss, but didn't pull away. His fingers sending shivers down her back as they complete their journey. <br><br>"..Edgar?.." <br><br>She whispered as her fingers reach up to trace a trail along his chin. Her eyes finding his and growing lost in them. She wasn't sure what the flutter in her belly was about but wasn't fighting it either.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 15:54:17</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Elara..." Edgar half-whispers softly as he tries to fathom what has just occurred. He closes his eyes as the elf's finger runs across his chin, and the gesture gives him the strength to go on. "...I... I'm not exactly sure how to say this... but..." A pause. His fingers trace the curve of her lower back as he looks for a response in her, but finds only the same pure affection that he feels for her.<br><br>"...I love you, Elara. I have from the first moment I saw you. And... all of this time, I've been trying to tell you, but I couldn't say... never been all that good with words. But I do. I love you."<br><br>Edgar feels as though he could go on for hours just speaking of every little thing about her that he finds attractive, but he stops himself there and waits, wondering if she feels the same...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 18:24:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara made a sound as Edgars fingers found her lower back, her eyes never leaving his. Her heart beating hard beneath her ribs as she stared into his eyes. Her body trembled slightly beneath his as her fingers continued their trek along his chin and down his neck to his collar bone.<br><br>She swallowed and whispered.<br><br>"...Yes...."<br><br>Elara was as confused as Edgar was, unable to express exactly what she was feeling but hoping he was understanding.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 19:01:29</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar looks confused for a moment at the simplicity of the answer. Had she understood him fully? Then, after a moment, it dawns on him - she had agreed! A million thoughts rushed at him at once. What would this mean? How would his life change after this? How would he, and she, cope when he grew older and she did not? How could she...<br><br>The innocent look in Elara's eye betrayed her confusion as well, however, which comforted Edgar somewhat. At the very least, this was a new experience for both of them.<br><br>"Elara?" he whispers, after collecting his thoughts enough. "What are you thinking...?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 19:14:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara wrapped her fingers around Edgars, leaned up and kissed him on the lips. Her thoughts mirrored his even though they didn't realize it, except for one thing. She knew he could and would not age due to her magics if he so chose to remain with her. <br><br>"..us..... where we go from here?" her whisper in his ear <br><br>She knew several things would have to be done if he was to remain, so she could keep her hidden haven and keep them both safe at the same time.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 20:36:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar meets Elara's kiss in a lustful, though restrained, fashion. He wanted to take that feeling and make it last forever, but he knew that he could not - their time together would be short, by her standards, and he wanted to make sure that he could give her all of the affection that she deserved.<br><br>"I'm afraid I can't say, Elara," he replies after pulling back. "I know that we've both lived on our own much of our lives. I guess..." He smirks. "...that we'll have to get used to the opposite."<br><br>"There's just one thing that troubles me, though... I'm mortal, and you are not." He admits with a sigh. "What will happen when I... pass on?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 20:42:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara moved closer to him and rested her body against his. "That is one thing you won't ever have to worry about as long as I am alive Edgar. My magic will keep you as young as you are now, and you can age with me if you wish." she closed her eyes as her fingers trace along his arm. Never before had she used her magic for such a feat but she suddenly was more than willing to do so.&nbsp; It would mean strengthening the wards and safeguards around the camp but even that did not bother her.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 21:02:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar was strangely intrigued by the possibility. Never aging? Living forever, like an elf? He had never found the possibility of immortality all that enthralling - after all, boredom must inevitably set in sooner or later - but, the more that he thought about it, the more he found himself willing. Eternity with the woman he loved... could there be a greater gift?<br><br>Finding himself speechless, he rests against Elara for a few moments. Then, silently, he cranes kis neck to kiss her again - the gesture begins as their previous kisses had, but soon grows more unrestrained. At some point - he could not tell exactly when, for time seemed to pass by so quickly and so slowly at the same time - his lips part, allowing the elf's tongue to dance around his own. His hands, meanwhile, work their way down her lower back, stopping just above her rear, tracing the small, lateral area of skin between where her tunic ends and her leggings begin.<br><br>Something begins to stir within Edgar again - a feeling more perverse than the pure love that had filled his mind up until now. He tries to push it away, but it quickly travels down his body to the seat of his pants, and he has to shift around so that his growing erection doesn't accidentally brush the elf in his arms.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 21:24:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara relaxed in Edgars grasp, her tongue teasing his as they kiss. Her body arching against his lightly as his fingers tease her flesh of her lower back. She shivered slightly beneath him.&nbsp; She trembled as their kiss lingered for some time, everything around them seeming to freeze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 21:31:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar shivers as well, as if in response, and he finds it so very difficult to pull back after having her lips upon his for so long. He does however, agonizingly, a placid and slightly bashful look upon his boyish features betraying only part of all that he is feeling.<br><br>"Perhaps... we... we should... I mean..."&nbsp; He steals a quick glance at the sleeping back to the side of the tent. "...well, that is to say, I think we have the rest of, well, eternity to ourselves, but..." No matter how hard he tries, he cannot seem to formulate exactly what he wants to say, in his head or with his lips and tongue. He sighs, and resigns himself to a more simple reply:&nbsp; "I hope you understand what I'm trying to say..."
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 21:45:57</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara caressed Edgars cheek and stared into his eyes. She knew all too well what he was trying to say. She leaned up and kissed him lightly on the lips only to pull back wrap her arms around his neck. <br><br>"We do have all eternity don't we?" she smiled slightly growing lost in his gaze.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 22:01:22</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar nods once after meeting the kiss, his fingers traveling up the pale skin of Elara's slender arm to meet her hand, which he takes in his own.<br><br>"So we do... and... heh, I suppose we might as well make the best of it," he replies with an innocent smile. Slowly, he stands, and, with her hand in his, he begins to lead the elf over to her sleeping bag.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 22:13:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara shivered slightly as she staggered getting to her feet. Her magic was slowly healing her leg. The magic within the earth of her home helping in the process. <br><br>They move slowly across the tent and he helps her sit on the sleeping bag. She shifted her weight and reached to unty the splint which had begun to become bothersome. She didn't need it anymore as her ankle would heal faster now that she was home.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 22:19:43</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar stopped her as she sit. "No, no; let me get it for you."<br><br>With a flick, his knife appeared in his hand once again, and in two quick slashes, the ropes were severed. He gently lifts the splint off of Elara's foot, and, after tossing it aside and putting his weapon away, he lowers her to a reclining position.<br><br>Finally, he lies down beside his companion, his arms returning to their place around her midsection. He could feel the leather fabric of her tunic against his bare chest, as well as the barest hints of feminine curves underneath. He had never touched a woman's body in this way before, and the thought sent a strange shiver down his body.<br><br>A moment later, and Edgar meets Elara in a gentle, passionate kiss again, only this time, he shows no signs of pulling back.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 22:27:56</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara shivered at his touch, his kiss sending a tingle down her back. The touch of his hands against her, teasing through the fabric. Her eyes closed, her arms ringing his neck as they grow lost in the emerging feeling which seeks to overwhelm them both.<br><br>She'd never had a mate, never had a partner and having lived alone the last years left her wanting for the touch of another. Now suddenly it scared and excited her both at the same time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 22:47:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar's fingers caress down her shoulders and around to the sides of Elara's tunic, and finally down to her waist, where they hook around the bottom hem of the garment. Slowly, he begins to lift it up, still extremely unsure of what he is doing. He had seen women unclothed before and thought basically nothing of it, perhaps because they were his friends and companions, and not his...<br><br>"Elara?" he whispers between kisses, his body so close to hers that there is barely a fraction of an inch of space between them. "Have you ever... been with someone before? Like we're about t-... er, heh... like how a husband and wife are together?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 22:51:52</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara relaxed beneath Edgars touch, her eyes closing as he lifted her tunic and pulled it over her head. The cool air of the tent teasing her skin, the goosebumps rising along the path his hands took.&nbsp; She grew lost in the kisses her own fingers teasing the bare skin of his sides and back. <br><br>She whispered to his questions, her body shivering slightly with anticipation and excitement.<br><br>"...No Edgar... Never.." <br><br>Elara pulled back just enough to gaze into his eyes.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 23:20:00</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar is even more startled by this admission. In all of her long years of life, he expected that she had <em>surely</em> taken on at least one other lover. But, he was wrong, and now she lay before him, virginal, untouched... and so was he. He hoped that they both had a sense of humor, because this might very quickly become an interesting experience.<br><br>"Neither have I..." he whispers as his lips meet hers again. One of his hands remains upon the small of her back, while the other traces across her collar bone and down the center of her cleavage. Her breasts, he noted, were much smaller than the few others he had seen - almost like those of an adolescent girl. Some men might have found them inadequate, but the sheer innocence of them attracted Edgar even more.<br><br>His fingers make their way down the elf's stomach, and hook under the hem of her pants, beginning to slide them off, as his lust only grows with every inch of her revealed skin...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>30-10-2005, 23:26:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara trembled as he continue to kiss her, his fingers and touch lighting that fire within and her body rising to his hand as he moved down to work at the top of her pants. <br><br>She kissed him as he admitted his innocence as well, laying back to gaze into his face. Her breasts heaving as her heart beats hard beneath and her breath gasps from between her lips. Her excitement growing as he continues on his downward trek.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 00:21:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he slides Elara's leggings off, Edgar accidentally brushes the elf's slit only slightly with his fingertips, as well as her thighs more consistently. His free hand, meanwhile, traces up and down her side, feeling the smooth skin of her unusually thin, frail-looking body. In his mind, she was something frail, like a china doll or a brittle stick, that he might break if he was too forceful; either way, he resolved to try to be gentle.<br><br>His companion now completely unclothed, he wraps his hand around Elara's, and guides it to his waistline, as though asking her to do the same for him, while the hand on her side lingers longer and longer at her breast each pass. Finally, it remains there, and he cups one of them, then the other, in his hands, the palms caressing her nipples. Edgar didn't know what he was doing, but he knew that they felt good, and that feeling them was making him grow harder...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 00:26:11</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara slipped her fingers lightly beneath Edgars waistband and edged the material downward, her body trembling against his hands, which cupped her breasts. She moved so she could push the material downward, towards his knees releasing him as she did, her eyes on his her movements smooth as she brushed against his member lightly in passing.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 00:47:23</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar gasps as Elara's fingers brush his hard-on, and it breaks free from his pants with a start, standing fully at attention. He tries to avoid touching Elara with it, however, for fear that she might recoil before they fully go through with what he wants from her so. As his leggings come off fully, he gently rotates the elf so that he is on top of her, his shaft aligned with the hairless area between her legs (he couldn't tell if she had shaved it recently or if that was simply natural for her race.)<br><br>Meanwhile, his hands continue to massage her small breasts, when he notices two points in the palms of his hands. He lifts them for a moment to see Elara's nipples standing fully erect. Cautiously, he takes two fingers of each hand and rubs them across both, looking up at his companion to see her reaction.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 00:55:15</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara flushed as he leaned over her, settling himself between her legs. Her breath coming in gasps as she gazes up at him. Her body warming, growing tingly from her groin outwards. A groan escaping her lips as he teases her breasts, her hands resting on his wrists. Her back arching as he brings her body to full awareness and need.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 01:13:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Seeing Elara's reaction, Edgar rubs her nipples a bit harder and with increasing frequency between his two fingers. Several moments later, one leaves and makes its way down to her thighs, which he gently parts, guiding her legs to spread. He glances down at what lies within; because it is hairless, he can see *everything*, and his hard-on aches for want of slipping inside her.<br><br>Her slit was so small, though... he almost wondered whether he would be hurting her if he did so. He was unusually large even for a human, after all, but it seemed as though she wanted him at least as much as he wanted her.<br><br>Slowly, he lowered his hips, the head of his shaft beginning to slip inside her...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 01:36:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara arched as Edgar spread her thighs, her hands rising to rest on his shoulders. Her body trembling beneath him as he moves forward, slowly entering. A low groan escaping her lips as he does. Her smaller body stretching but quickly adjusting to his girth. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 02:01:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				As he insetrs himself into the frail-looking woman below him, Edgar's breath grows slort, and a low groan of pleasure escapes his throat. This was a feeling that he had never felt before, and, while he wanted more, he had to hold back. This was the first time for both of them, after all, and he did not want to turn her away from him.<br><br>Suddenly, he finds that he is fully inside, and that he has nowhere else to go. Her walls close around his shaft in a frantic manner, and sweat begins to appear upon his body, beading across the bare skin of his forehead, chest, and back. Unconsciously, he begins to thrust into her, his shaft brushing her clit each time - though it takes all of his restraint to do so slowly.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 02:09:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara groans as he begins thrusting, not in pain but as her need and want grows, her hips rising and falling, first cautiously then with faster, harder movements. She was gasping as they began to move in sinc with each other finally.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 02:21:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Edgar matches Elara's movements, his mouth leaving hers as he gasps for air, and his hands upon her breasts, feeling around frenetically. His whole body shivers with the contact, and he feels something very quickly build up inside himself, waiting to be let loose. <br><br>At some point, he half-moans Elara's name, but he can't remember at which. Moments burn into moments, each one passing all the more pleasurable than the next. Edgar only hopes that she loves this feeling as much as he does.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 02:32:28</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara moves harder and faster beneath Edgar, her body writhing almost as each time her hips rise she drives him deeper.<br>She was lost in his touch, his scent, his movements, everything about him.&nbsp; 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 02:53:47</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Suddenly, Edgar seems to explode with pleasure. The sheer feeling from his shaft sends shocks throughout his whole body, and he feels himself push deeper within Elara, trying to draw out the feeling at all costs. A few seconds later, and a strange, warm wetness surrounds his hardness, and the feeling rockets through him again and again each time he drives himself into his lover.<br><br>All the while, he gasps for air, noting Elara doing the same. His vision begins to blur, however, and the most primal of instincts overtakes his mind, and all he can see, or feel, is that intense feeling...
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 02:57:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara cries out and suddenly thrusts upwards, her release timed with his, her body shuddering beneath him as they both ride the euphoric waves which carries them higher and higher. She clung to him and held him close as they experiened this first release together. 
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Instinct</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 23:42:46</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Many moments later, after what seems sadly to Edgar to be much shorter than that, his body relaxes and he falls to the earthen floor beside Elara, still trembling from the extreme sensation. He had never felt anything that powerful before, not for anyone, and what surprised him the most about it was how easily it melded with his love for her. It was such a pure thing, a physical expression of what he truly felt.<br><br>"Elara...?" he manages to whisper after a moment of catching his breath. He did not know if it was to her as it was to him, and he wanted to see if she was all right.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Woodland Dreams (One-on-One - Terri &amp; Instinct)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Terri</strong> on <strong>31-10-2005, 23:51:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Elara moaned as he rolled off of her, releasing her from his hold, her body shivering as she floated back to earth. "Edgar..." she whispered as she rolled on her side, her fingers teasing his chest lightly as she gazed into his eyes. "Thank you." she whispered. <br><br>She moved so her head was resting on his shoulder, and sighed softly.
			</dd>
		</dl>
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