The next few days, Sigmir and I spent our days hunting and processing our spoils. Under Sigmir's guidance, I beca better at skinning and pre-processing the pelts. Most parts were still left to her though as she was quite simply a lot better than . In addition, I found a few more Shadeleaves and we even found outcrop of listone that we used to make quickli replenishing the stock Sigmir had. Our nights were spent cuddling and I think both of us enjoyed the new sensation of closeness. I learned that Sigmir had spent most of her youth getting trained by her father and having little to no friends. Physical closeness had been rare and friendship even rarer. For , it had been a long ti since I had soone I could let go of everything and simply be. A small part of my mind told that it was just a ga but that small part was shouted down by the parts that wanted to enjoy sothing unique. Neither of us went further, I think Sigmir simply because she was unaware and I did not want to push anything. During our conversations I also realized that Sigmir was significantly younger than .
Once we had enough pelts and leather, Sigmir started to craft clothes out of them, using hardened leather for her own and soft, pliable leather for mine so I was not losing any mobility due to weight. Both of our armour was well-made with fur-trimmings, mainly out of the thick winter-fur of the Black Wolves that road the area. In addition, I got a new cloak made from their pelts, complete with a hood to protect from the icy wind that sotis howling through the countryside. I had managed to embroider both of our cloaks, giving them a concealnt effect when the wearer was in the shadows. In addition, I had embroidered the hood of my cloak with multiple Darkness and Concealnt runes causing my face to be fully hidden in shadows when donning the hood. It made for an aweso effect, like a villain from an old film.
In addition, doing the embroidery had given the enchantnt-skill, letting affix permanent, magic effects on items, using appropriate materials to create runes in the items.
Black Fur Leather JacketRarityCommonType Light Upper-Body ArmourBase Protection3 against Piercing DamageBase Protection5 against Slashing DamageBase Protection4 against Blunt DamageA well made Leather Jacket, trimd with Black Wolf-Fur and quite warm..Black Leather PantsRarityCommonTypeLight Lower-Body ArmourBase Protection3 against Piercing DamageBase Protection5 against Slashing DamageBase Protection3 against Blunt DamageA well made pair of Leather Pants.Black Fur Leather BootsRarityCommonType Light BootsBase Protection3 against Piercing DamageBase Protection5 against Slashing DamageBase Protection4 against Blunt DamageA well made pair of Leather Boots, trimd with Black Wolf-Fur.Black Fur Cloak of ConcealntRarityUncommonTypeCloakBase Protection3 against Piercing DamageBase Protection5 against Slashing DamageBase Protection5 against Blunt DamageSpecial EffectShadowlt – Gain concealnt while in DarknessA well made Black Leather Cloak, trimd with Black Wolf-Fur and quite warm. It's embroidered with Concealnt-Enchantnts.
For Sigmir's cloak, we got kinda lucky. During one of our hunts, we happened upon a huge, fat bear that was getting ready for it's hibernation. Together we managed to overco this fierce adversary and Sigmir was now wearing it's pelt as a cape, complete with it's head as a hood, giving her a fierce appearance, even without the huge Lok'nar that she carried around. The curse on her had faded easily enough but sadly, I was unable to do more than prevent the malediction of their shaman from doing more damage. It was a temporary asure but it was enough for now,
Sigmir had managed to regain two of her lost levels since we t, bringing her to level 27, and I had reached level 31 as well.
It was the evening, on the next day we planned gather so foodstuffs for the continuation of our journey and rest.
Sigmir was stretching and doing light exercises with her Lok'nar, sothing she did every evening ever since we had ti to rest after our flight. I normally liked watching her, the movents had a certain grace to them, like a large predator flexing it's muscles. A couple of tis, I had lightly sparred with her, winning her respect with my skills in Wing Chun, they translated quite well into the ga. I had no System-Assist for them but as my body was virtually the sa as in reality, only a little faster reflexes and a lot faster mind, I was able to use the forms to their maximum effect. Well, Sigmir was still a lot better, being trained since she could walk, having longer reach and being stronger but I surprised her a ti or two using her own strength against her. After the second ti, she adapted and made sure to never overbalance which kept from using montum against her taking my only shot at winning away from . Then it beca a ga of keep away and sooner or later she caught .
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Today was a bit different, the winds outside were howling and the howls had a strange fascination for . I walked to the entrance of our cave, looking out and it was as if sothing was calling to from out there.
I moved out into the storm, feeling it surround and an enjoynt welled up from the depth of my soul. It was as if Mother Nature had called to dance and I was waltzing with the raging Blizzard, dancing with the storm.
My magical senses stretched as well and I felt a longing to go north, pulling in a certain direction, the storm, the cold, they were beckoning . I was attuning more and more with the storm, soon there wasn't an elf dancing in the storm, I beca the storm, dancing over the countryside and the storm was I; dancing in the snow.
It was glorious, being the storm, howling through the trees, over the mountains but still, I managed to keep part of as myself, not losing them to the howling storm. I don't know how long I danced in the storm or how long the storm danced over the land, it was an eternal mont. When I got back to myself, I felt like I had just learned sothing, both about and about the nature of my magic. With the storm leaving , I felt sothing it had left behind, condensed into a rune. Interestingly it was no great concept like Blizzard, Hailstorm or sothing similar, it was a simple truth, the truth of Coldness. I could freeze, I could create Ice but just now, dancing with the storm, I had embraced the truth of Coldness, sothing so elental to Ice-Magic that I had never thought about it before, thinking in scientific concepts of particle movent, crystal structures and so on, the storm had shown the effect of its simple, biting cold on the world and it while it was physically the sa, it felt different.
I bowed deeply to my dance-partner and turned to walk back into the cave. When I got in, Sigmir looked at a bit strangely “Who did you dance with, it was beautiful?” I had to smile as it was a bit strange, telling soone you danced with the storm itself, but it was Sigmir. “I danced with the storm itself, Mother Nature called to dance and the storm was my partner.” seeing her look a bit sad, I just had to ask, “Do you want to dance as well?” Surprisingly, she had a sudden smile, stepped closer to and said “I'd love to.” So we started to dance, it was a bit awkward due to the limited space in our cave and the thirty inches of height difference between us but it worked sohow. All of a sudden, the wind outside was howling louder than before, causing us to change our dancing to a small, shuffle, hugging each other close and enjoying the warmth of the other.
After a while, I stepped out of her embrace and pulled her with toward our sleeping furs. I felt a bit emboldened and started to pull off Sigmir's clothing, sothing I had not done yet. After I had taken off her cloak, leathers and the underclothing she had fashioned out of her old clothing and pieces of mine, she was standing before , naked like the day she'd been borne. I had seen it before, living in close proximity with her and she was an impressive looking won, her muscles were clearly defined but not bulging, giving her a sleek and deadly look. However, today was the first ti I had taken off her clothing, not stolen looks, taken while she was changing. Part of felt bad on comparison, knowing that I had neither her athletic, deadly grace nor a more classic, feminine beauty. I knew she had seen as well but still, compared to Sigmir, I looked like a child. But no matter what, I wanted to do this and do it now.
Luckily, if there was one thing we had in abundance, it was water, simply walk out, grab a bowl of snow and lt if over our always burning fire so we were both quite clean, having washed up after dinner. Now, there was only Sigmir before , with a slight sheen of sweat from our dancing and her training before.
I pushed her down, onto our furs and started to slowly strip of my clothing, swaying to the rhythm of the storm outside. It was interesting, with every bit of skin I revealed, Sigmir's breathing started to get a bit faster and a blush crept up on her. Far too soon, the last bit of clothes were gone and I stood before her, in all my non-existent glory. She stretched out a hand, as if to caress , I took it and started to kiss her hand. Sotis, kissing, sotis nibbling, sotis sucking, I made my way from finger to finger and then started down her arm. When I started, I heard her breathing catch, then it started to speed up a bit and small moans signalled that a spot was more sensitive than others. Kissing down her arm was interesting and soon I got to even more interesting places, nibbling on her shoulder, then over to her throat. Her breath hitched a bit when I did so, having my teeth on her throat was a gesture of trust and she did nothing to impede , showing her trust in .
Her moans started to grow more frantic now so I brought a hand into play, caressing her sensitive ear on one side while kissing my way up her jaw on the other. Then I started kissing her mouth and moving my hand down her neck with feathery touches and strokes lower, down to her collarbone, all the while kissing her with ever increasing fervour. I skipped her breasts, stroking down to her sides, caressing them and then moving to her stomach, enjoying her hard muscles and then wandering upwards, enjoying her soft breasts, a cushion of velvet over the her steely muscles.
By now, I could sll sothing I had slled once before, shortly after I woke up in this very cave. I wanted to hear her so I stopped kissing her mouth, moving over to her ear nibbling on that while circling both breasts, each with a hand moving ever closer to the centre, teasing her her moans started to get louder and more urgent with every circle and when I started to kiss down the side of her neck they reached a fever pitch. I then kissed towards the front and my fingers started to caress her nipples, which by now were hard, little rocks, sitting proudly on her breasts. When I got to the throat, I, again, bit her but this ti I also tweaked her nipples quite a bit. The result was a loud, keening sound breaking from her lips and her whole body went stiff and shortly after released the tension. Then she started babbling, telling that she'd never felt anything like that before and how good she had felt.
After a few monts, she wound down and I captured her lips again with mine, at the sa ti pulling the furs we used as blankets and our cloaks over us so we would have it nice and warm during the night. Then, I whispered into her ears, “Sleep, my love.” With that, I cuddled into the strong embrace of this lovely, strong shield-maid.
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