The Nameless
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"Cyan, Wake up!" was all he heard before a crash sounded throughout the house. He sat up quickly in his bed, seeing his mom sitting at the edge of the bed, straining to hold his Claymore, with a look of near-panic on her face.
"W-what's going on?" He asked quickly, the blurriness beginning to fade from his vision.
"The Raiders are back... Go help your father... please." She said weakly, her voice cracking. He nodded slowly, slipping on a pair of wool pants and a shirt before tossing his chain mail on, the same one that his father made for his 17th birthday. He took his Claymore from his mom and walked out, the clear smell of smoke hitting his nostrils. He strapped the oversize sword to his back and began running to the town square.
The scene when he arrived was the one you would see in a horror film, random houses on fire, bloody bodies in the streets, a scene of complete havoc. As he walked toward the gates, he saw a few people huddled around a small fire, one of which was his father. "Dad!" he yelled, running towards him.
"Cyan..? What are you doing here?" He said, standing up to face him.
"Mom told me to come... what happened here?" He glanced around, the hellish scene burning into his memory. His father hung his head, as if in shame.
"The raiders came, I'm not sure what the total losses are yet, but it doesn't look good..." he looked down at his chest, a large, deep gash embedded even through the chain mail that he wore. "Don't worry about me son, I'll be fine. Go back up to the house and protect your mother, there's nothing left to do here. Don't speak, just go, I'll be along later."
Cyan nodded in response as he dashed back towards the house. As it came into sight, his heart skipped a beat at what was there. Flames, everywhere, and a woman's scream echoed in the air, which he clearly identified as his mothers.
"Mom! I'm coming!" Cyan yelled as he sprinted up to the front door. One quick look told him all he needed to know; Raiders. He broke down the door and looked inside, the flame heating him up nearly to a burning point; He covered his mouth as to stop the smoke, saving his lungs once again from the abuse thus far tonight. A sudden explosion from in front of him caused him to fly out of the house, sprawling him in the dirt outside of it. He rolled on his stomach and got up on his knees as he looked up at the house, only to see it engulfed in flame. Cyan heard a voice coming from his side and looked over, to see a figure looking at him.
'What the hell is that thing?' He thought, squinting his eyes to see it against the firelight. The veil across its face prevented him from seeing its features, though it seemed to have some sort of a tail, almost reptilian. It snarled at him before rushing, drawing two long daggers from its belt. 'Here we go...' He pulled his sword from his back and prepared for the attack, parrying one of its daggers while the other sunk itself in his side. Cyan winced as it pulled the dagger out, blood gushing through the ripped shirt and shattered chain mail. He grabbed his side with one hand, the other holding the over sized sword. It charged again, holding the daggers inverted as he leaped clear over to land behind him. Before Cyan could turn around both daggers found his back and pushed themselves in, causing the wounded teen to collapse to the floor. He tried to look up at his assailant, but failing to do so, he uttered one last prayer to the heavens before the darkness took him, blood trickling from his mouth and eyes clouding over. The figure paused for a moment to look at the corpse, but one couldn't see the grin that was on it's face. Guiltlessly tearing the daggers out of the body, it replaced them back in their sheaths by it's sides, and stalked off into the night.
Cyan was dying, and there was nothing he could do about it. He felt his essence slip from his body, growing weaker and weaker as he fought to keep his eyes open, tears beginning to form.
'I'm sorry... Dad.' Was his last thought before he fell into the engulfing darkness, no longer able to resist it.
Chianti strode through the forest with confidence, proudly crushing the dead leaves and twigs on the floor below her. The air was fresh, the sun was halfway overhead, and there was a cool breeze that kept one from getting too hot- Even if they had a full coat of fur. Chianti was the chieftain's daughter, but unlike previous one's before him, encouraged her to venture into the woodlands surrounding their encampment, no matter how dangerous they may be.
The race of Razi were an peculiar specimen, having evolved hidden alongside the humans, but taking on the characteristics of the wild beasts that they had hunted. Chianti, herself, had dull yellow fur covering her body, with white 'gloves' of smooth fur. From about the calf down she had the same white fur, walking biped-ally thanks to her human traits. She had a snout that protruded outward, with sharp,medium-sized teeth that protruded on the sides of her muzzle, which was also white. She was covered in regal leathers that would make other woman of her tribe jealous. Deep green eyes, and slightly reddish hair fell to just before her neck that seemed to dance in the breeze. She continued her stride for a while, humming a tribal tune lightly as she walked, large walking stick in hand.
She paused for a moment, sniffing the air.
'Smoke?' She thought, following the scent through the trees as she walked at a slightly hastened pace. When she found a clearing in the trees, she was almost knocked off of her feet at the sight.
Burned wooden buildings, some still aflame, corpses littered the ground. Women, Men, Children; nothing was spared in this massacre. Smoke blocked all of the heightened sense of smell she had, also beginning to sting her eyes. She wiped a tear out of her eye as she walked forward, being sure not to touch any of the bodies that lay on the floor. Walking in the center of a few buildings that overlooked a well, she saw a body half in, hanging over the edge. 'Humans... but what did this?' As she thought that, she stepped on part of a corpse, a Human dressed in dark clothing, stained with blood that wasn't his own, and some that was. 'Brigands..?'
The Razi had never encountered the brigands that roamed the mountains and forests they dwell near, being too elusive to be caught by them. Every once in a long while they would uncover a ransacked encampment of traders, at least the corpses of them. Never had she seen this sort of destruction before, this could not be your run-of-the-mill burglars.
She continued to walk through the town, staring at the lifeless bodies that littered the ground. Walking up a slight hill, she discovered a completely destroyed house, the only thing still intact was the stone floor. She walked around to the back of it, eying another corpse, this one with a over sized sword in it's hand. Leaning down she put a hand on it's back. 'No breathing..' She thought, continuing to look at it. Something wasn't right about this body though, she tried to walk away from it, but was unable to.
Thinking for a moment, she shrugged her shoulders and picked up the corpse, sliding the sword through a loose strand of rope on her back, crafted for this very use. Throwing the body on her shoulder with a grunt, she strode back into the forest, and toward her tribe.
'Where.. am I?' Cyan thought as he sat in darkness, feeling numbing cold liquid enveloping his body.
'You are dead.' A voice resounded in his head, emotionless and to-the-point.
"So.. I just sit here for eternity?" Cyan spoke out, his voice echoing. Apparently the liquid has no interest in drowning him.
'No.. this is the boundary between Life and Death. Once your soul fades your fate will be decided.' Cyan shook his head, the movement greatly slowed by the numbing cold.
"Why would my soul fade? What am I now, then?"
'Your soul is still tied to your mortal coil. Once that link breaks your soul will be broken, and recycled.'
"That's depressing."
There was a slight tingling in his chest, the feeling of muscles being woken; like needles.
"Why do I feel this..?"
'Someone is calling your soul back.'
"What?" The pain hit him hard then, like fire in his chest, burning it's way through his body. He moaned loudly, feeling the numbing sensation beginning to recede, and light appearing around him. The light shattered like glass back into darkness, and Cyan saw no more.
"Et eru, ganga." A deep voice grumbled, the shifting of what sounded like metal suddenly apparent for a split moment, before it went quiet again. Cyan groaned loudly, lacking the strength to move any parts of his body. His jaw clenched and relaxed repeatedly as he gasped for air, sweat beginning to form on his pale forehead. He felt as if his body were on fire, the pain of dead muscles reawakening evident with every pulse. Cyan was alive.
"W...a..." Cyan gasped, lacking the energy to form anything comprehensible with his stinging tongue and lips. Something cold was placed on his forehead then, that seemed to ease the stinging a small amount. It may have eased the stinging, but a cracking pain shot through his head, throbbing violently as he heard more mumbles from around him.
"Ungana rata.."
"Ata mesa io.."
"Loga naga rani.."
"Lentu." A final voice finished, and Cyan felt something warm envelop him, seeming to take all of the pain away.
Before he knew it, Cyan had lost consciousness.
"Why did you bring him?" The Chieftain growled at Chianti, causing her to wince a bit.
"Something was different about him." She responded rather hesitantly, as if she didn't know if she believed herself or not.
"You risk the entire village with this decision, do you understand that? Are you really willing to throw the safety of the village for some.. Human?" The chieftain spat at her, with particular venom on the last word.
"He was the only one left with a soul in that village, even after such gruesome wounds.." She trailed off, bringing her paw digits to her chin for a moment.
"Whatever happened to the Humans had nothing to do with us; but now that you brought it here, I fear you have brought us more than just a pet." The Chieftain stated flatly, turning his back to his daughter.
"But what if those brigands had found us instead? And I were the one found? What then?" She appealed to him, taking her paw away from her face.
"That would not happen. End of story." He countered, silencing her further attempts to argue with him with a wave of his own paw. The hide-flap to the hut shifted, revealing a masculine Razi.
"Torgen, He's awake." It said gruffly before turning and leaving.
"Hmm... What to do.." Torgen the Chief said aloud, walking toward the hide-flap without a word or gesture to his daughter. She watched him leave and looked down for a moment before following him.
Torgen and Chianti stood outside the tent of the Human, the setting sun casting it's final rays over their faces as they spoke. The Human had returned to rest, and all tribesmen were removed from the tent, leaving it empty save for the Human.
"It will be your responsibility. Any slip-ups and it will be on you." Torgen the Chief stated flatly, continuing before she had a chance to speak. "And I will alert all to kill it on sight. Keep it in the tent." Chianti could only nod under the gaze of her father, resisting the slight fear that was quelling in her throat from the responsibility she had taken. He turned away without another word, leaving her alone. Chianti sighed deeply before pushing on the hide-flap to the hut, and began to tend to her responsibility.
"So, you've been living out here completely oblivious to us?" Cyan said curiously to Chianti as he sipped at the tea she had made for him. She nodded and blew on her own cup before responding,
"Yes. My father- The Chieftain- refuses to make contact with anything outside of the village. And anything that comes sniffing around our camp is.."
"Exterminated?" He inquired.
"Indeed.." She replied before taking a sip of the warm, sweet liquid. He took a sip of his own, savoring the warmth that seemed to spread throughout him after taking a gulp. He smacked his lips a few times before he asked a question.
"So Chianti.. you haven't explained to me why you can speak my language."
"I..." She paused for a moment, brewing up the words she wished to say. "Learned from our elders, for they have spent many moons watching all sorts of things. They taught me many things." He nodded and took another sip, with another ritual of savoring. The wood in the fireplace thudded as it settled to burn, casting a stray ember here and there along the stone floor. Cyan lay on the very same floor, with a bear-hide separating himself and the ground, with a blanket of stitched hides to cover him.
"So, these elders, what else did they teach you?" Cyan asked, finishing what was left of the tea in the stone cup.
"Many things.. Tales of Bravery and Chivalry, The lands beyond the forest, Magicks, too many things to list, really." She smiled, taking a small sip from her cup once more.
"I don't get it.. why learn all of this?" Cyan blurted out, staring at her, still not completely used to seeing a man-animal.
"For the pursuit of knowledge? To simply know?" She shrugged, collecting his cup and standing from her crouched position next to him. "Haven't you ever done something just to do it?"
"Not really." He stated, leaning back on the floor, the back of his head meeting the fine fur of the pelt.
"Well, I do. And I think we all need to do that just a little more, maybe then the world wouldn't be so shallow, and seeing a Razi wouldn't be so awkward." She chimed out, happy to finally rant to someone about the faults of her father. Placing the cups on a small stone slab, she turned back over to Cyan. She crept over to him, hearing the paced breathing of one asleep, and cursed softly under her breath.
She still wanted to tell someone about her father.
The fire was almost extinguished by now, the only light in the hut coming from last dying embers of the wood. Cyan woke suddenly, opening his eyes to the contrast of the darkness. He had seen it again, the massacre of his family and friends, and the heartless figure that had caused him all of this pain. Visions of cold, gray eyes staring straight into his soul, piercing him to his core with dread. The face of the figure flashed through his vision like a curse, sudden and swiftly leaving him in fear, cold sweat forming on his forehead as he sat up with a gasp.
Chianti woke with a startle as she sat up quickly, thin tail fanning straight out as she looked all around quickly. Catching sight of Cyan, and relaxed a little, her pupils dilating so that she could see perfectly in the contrast of the hut.
"Are you alright? What's wrong?" She asked concernedly, maneuvering herself so that she was facing him.
"They're dead. All dead. Mom. Dad... They're gone." He mumbled softly, staring out into space. She scooted toward him, so his feet were touching her knees as she placed a paw on his blanketed calf.
"I'm sorry for your loss.." Were the only words she could think of, unable to stomach the thought of her tribe being slaughtered. There was silence for several minutes, the only sounds in the hut being their monotone breathing.
"I can't stay here. I won't put your people in danger." Cyan said boldly, eyes starting to recover from their dreamy gaze.
"I won't force you to stay here.. "She started, "But I won't let you leave before you've recovered. Leaving now would only put you in danger of being felled by the animals of the forest." She ended, convinced with her words. There was silence again for another moment before he nodded, and she saw his eyes glaze over and shut as he collapsed. She jumped toward him and put her paws where his head would land, saving him from a rather nasty injury. The action left her with one of her paws under his head, and her other on his chest. She put her ear toward his warm skin and listened to the slow heartbeat of one who hadn't the energy to stay awake, which reminded her that it was quite late, and she was tired as well.
Cyan's recovery was quick, aided by daily ritualistic visits from the healers of the tribe, who used their magicks to accelerate his body. Eight moons had fallen before he was able to stand, and twelve more moons after that he had the strength to practice with his claymore. Under the supervision of Chianti, Cyan was allowed to venture into the forest during the day, but was required to return at night. Provoked by Cyan's desire to better his skills, Chianti had begun to share the secrets of her tribes magick with him, thus giving him a weapon in the face of dread.
"No, no, no. That's not right, you need to relax." Chianti said as she watched Cyan attempt to focus his will. His right hand was held out, and no progress seemed to be gained. "Just relax. Don't try to force it out of you." Cyan closed his eyes and looked down at the damp soil beneath him, trying to manifest his will into a physical form. "Here, here, let me help you." She knelt over his sitting figure, placing her own paw over his open hand, and leaving a small ball of blue glowing light in his hand as she pulled away from him. He looked up at the ball, which seemed cool to the touch. "There, now make it bigger, add your own to it."
Cyan stared intently at the ball for several moments before it began to expand a small amount.
"Good! More!" She chimed out, smiling as she watched him work. It expanded more until it grew to fit perfectly into his hand, and blue ball of light with a yellow core in the center radiating brightly. "Very good.." She muttered, blushing slightly that he had been able to do this on his first try, as it had taken her more than she could count on her two paws.
"What should I do now?" Cyan looked up at her, confused.
"Put it back in you, and I'll show you what you can do with that stored energy."
"Alright."
Three months after his death, Cyan had fully recovered, and finished his training with his tutor, Chianti. Torgen would have no more of Cyan's presence in the camp, and demanded that the next morning he leave. Despite Chianti's best efforts to persuade her father otherwise, she was unable to change his mind. The other tribesmen were glad to see him go, as extra weight was not looked upon in the tribe.
"So you leave tomorrow morning..." Chianti whispered, almost inaudible. She glanced over at Cyan who sat on a wooden stool, sharpening his claymore with a piece of sharp stone that he had found in the forest the week before. "I hope you do not hold a grudge against my father..." She said to him, brewing some tea at the fireplace.
"I do not.. it was very generous of him to allow me to stay this long." Cyan said honestly, hiding the depression of having to go back to his village, which was probably still in shambles.
"I'm glad.. What will you do?"
"I don't know. I can't rebuild the village on my own. I think I may wander until I come upon another encampment, and make that my home."
"I see.."
They spent the rest of that night talking, neither taking their place in bed until the moon was high in the sky, and the wolves in the forest long-done howling.
"Usn eze watana logo senta ome a go skaka!" Someone screamed into the night, and suddenly there was light everywhere. Torches blazed as yelling commenced, and tribesmen poured out of various huts, armed with their hunting gear. Cyan sat up quickly, grasping the claymore that lay by his side. Chianti was already armed and fully clothed by the time Cyan had stood up, both of them racing out of the hut.
The scene was all too familiar; Burning huts, corpses strewn about on the dirty ground, yells and screams piercing through the chilly night air. Cyan's mind flashed back for just a moment.
"What the hell?" Cyan said to Chianti, who had already left his side and ran toward the middle of the encampment, toward her father's hut. Cyan looked all around, and saw a wounded Razi not far from him to his left, with what looked like a brigand racing up to claim his life. "No!" Cyan yelled as he witnessed the blade penetrate through the furred throat, blood spraying on the ground as life ebbed from the body. The brigand grinned wide and looked up straight at Cyan and pointed.
"There's a Human among them! He must be their leader, get him!" He yelled as he raced toward Cyan, blade in hand. Cyan stood ready for contact, and with a quick parry and a thrust, had the brigand on his knees, clutching his side. Cyan swung his claymore, stopping just before his throat, staring into the eyes of the other human. "You don't have the stones to kill me? Hah! You'll die easy!" He said as he began to get up, but was stopped by a quick slash at the throat. Clutching his neck, he gurgled on his blood, and collapsed on the ground.
Cyan looked out toward where Chianti had gone, seeing several fights before his eyes, the brigands quickly overpowering them. He ran toward a struggle close by, and quickly dispatched a cut-purse with a thrust through his heart, not bothering to stop. Coming upon another, he swung at the charlatan, but missed. Cyan spun clockwise into his thrust, and slashed again with a vertical strike that left the Human with part of his skull missing. Continuing to make his way toward the large tent, he quickly dispatched a rogue in front of the hut. Unfortunately, he did not see the one behind him, not until he felt a dagger rip through his side. Glaring back at him, he struck the Human square in the nose with his fist, then thrust his sword through his heart while he lay on the ground.
Taking a quick moment to inspect the wound, he held his palm out for a moment, a green sphere of glowing energy forming within it quickly. Before it was larger than a panther-skull he thrust it into the wound, hissing a slight amount, but relaxing has he pulled his hand away, and a fresh patch of skin had covered it. Standing up from his kneeling position, he walked into the hut to find Chianti unconscious on the floor, blood seeping out of her mouth. Looking toward the opposite end he saw Torgen the Chieftain on the floor, a figure in front of him with two daggers drawn. Cyan lost his breath for a moment as he saw the cloaked figure's scaly tail, rage building up inside of him.
"You..." Cyan said quietly, feeling his eyes beginning to sting with tears, "You're the reason for all of this!" He yelled, rushing at the figure. Turning back, sharp teeth grinned as it sidestepped quickly, evading Cyan completely.
"Haven't I already killed you?" It asked in a raspy voice, slightly flabbergasted. Regaining it's composure, it shook it's head. "No matter. It was easy enough the first time."
Before Cyan could react it was already running, and had both daggers drawn. He put his sword up to shield himself, but it had premeditated it, and sunk daggers into both of his shoulders. Cyan dropped to the floor, amazed he still had control of his arms as he pulled out one dagger, wincing greatly before pulling out the other with a gasp. The figure chuckled above him, picking up the daggers from the floor in front of Cyan. Unable to do anything, Cyan could only watch as it raised a dagger and plunged it deep in his chest. He collapsed onto his side, pulling the dagger out once more, feeling his life ebb away.
'This is just like before... dammit..' He thought to himself as he tried to throw the dagger at the figure.
"At least.. tell me your name.." Cyan choked out, vomiting up an unhealthy amount of blood. Chuckling ensued, followed by a pause,
"I don't sssee why not... It'sss Zanth." Zanth rasped out as he brought his boot to Cyan's head, causing him to flip over onto his back, blood pouring from his wounds. Cyan lay there motionless, his breathing slowing down as he relaxed his body, and waited for the release of death from his agony.
Zanth strode over to Torgen, grinning as he brandished both daggers at him.
"You're next." Came the raspy voice of a serpentine tongue.
"Get away from him!" Came a yell from behind Zanth. Turning to face the noise, he saw Chianti standing wobbily in the doorway, wiping blood from her mouth. She cringed as she looked down at Cyan's dying body, vengeance building up within her. Rushing toward Zanth she swung a blade vertically at him, which was quickly parried and disarmed, sending the blade flying into the corner.
"I think I'll take you with usss.. we could always use sssome entertainment." He grinned as he struck her in the neck swiftly, knocking her out completely with a muffled moan.
Turning back to Torgen, the lizard raised his dagger, prepared to strike.
Are you really giving up that easy?
'..What? Who is it?' Cyan thought, his mind quickly becoming clouded.
No son of mine ever gave up that easy..
_ _ 'Dad..? Where are you? I can't see you..' Cyan's father's face came into his mind then, with a disappointed look on his face.
I thought you wanted to avenge us. I guess I was wrong.
_ _ 'What? I did.. I tried.. I couldn't do it..'
You tried? Really..?
Cyan's dying body was a bloody mess. Three gaping holes shone brightly with crimson blood, one on his shoulder beginning to stem it's flow. The searing pain he felt was horrendous; A burning, stinging pain as he laid there, dying.
'I can't die.. not yet..' He thought as he began to summon his will in his body, and began to push away the pain. With every wave of will he summoned he felt another wave of pain pushed aside. He laid there for several moments, his mind finally clear of such agonizing pain. His eyes went wide open when he heard Chianti's muffled moan from a few feet from him. He tried to grasp his sword, taking several more summonings of his will before he could successfully do so. He clutched it tightly, and began to push his body up, then used his sword as leverage as he worked his way to his feet, standing with manageable difficulty.
"Face me again, Zanth." Cyan said grimly, looking down as he gulped some of his own blood down his throat. Zanth turned, wide eyed to Cyan, dropping one of his daggers in shock.
"How.. are you ssstill alive?" He gasped, looking at the wounds he had inflicted on him. They were gone! Covered by thick patches of skin, the only evidence that he had been wounded at all was the bloodstains on his clothing. Regaining his compose quickly, he used his other dagger to thrust at Cyan, aiming straight for his heart.
"Aid me, father." Cyan said quietly as he opened his eyes quickly, releasing one hand to summon what he had left of his will; A ball the size of a cantaloupe of bright yellow light, with sparks dancing around it. Striking it with his blade, he roared from the violent vibration of electricity surging through it as he swung his blade at Zanth. The claymore sang through the air, moving quicker that Zanth could have ever hoped to move. The reptile saw the blade come at him too late, and it sliced clean through one of his hands. Standing dumbfounded for a moment he stared at Cyan before falling to his knees, hissing loudly. Zanth stumbled to get up, watching Cyan stare at him with cold eyes. "Leave now, Zanth. We both have survived each other once. Next time we meet, I will kill you." Cyan spoke slowly at the lizard, resting on his blade. Hissing louder, Zanth shouted out, which seemed to resonate throughout the camp.
"We leave, Avolith's!" Zanth stormed out of the hut, clenching his wounded appendage. Cyan watched his exit and heard the sounds of battle dying off. Torgen met eyes with Cyan for a moment, before the Human collapsed to the floor.
"I must be dead again..." Cyan muttered as he saw only darkness, but slightly surprised at the lack of numbing cold washing over him. He couldn't move any of his limbs if he wanted to, and lacked the energy to try to lift his head.
"Not quite.." He heard a familiar feminine voice say, recognizing it to be Chianti. His vision began to fill, slowly at first; Just white light and faded colors. But quickly advanced to crisp color as he came to completely, still unable to move his muscles.
"What..? Chianti..? What happened?" Cyan gasped out, trying to make sense of the events that occurred, in his mind.
"Don't worry about that.. just rest for now." She said quietly, pulling a blanket over him. "Oh, and someone wanted to see you." She added, gesturing toward the hide-flap.
Cyan heard someone walk in, but was unable to figure out who, and felt slight adrenaline pump through him. Torgen hovered over his vision, and reached down to take his hand in his paw, shaking it firmly- But not too firm as to hurt him.
"You.. saved my life. And for that I thank you. You are welcome by myself and the rest of the tribe." He said calmly before giving Cyan a genuine smile, then releasing him and leaving. Cyan saw Chianti smiling at her father, even though he couldn't see her.
"But, I don't understand.." Cyan began to say before Chianti silenced him with a digit to his lips.
"Sssh.. Rest now. We'll talk later." She said flatly, hovering over him.
"But-" She cut him off, but not with her finger this time. She had leaned down and silenced him with a kiss.
"Now, rest. We can talk about things later." Chianti said as she released him and crawled over to a shabbily-repaired table. Cyan closed his eyes and relished the thought of her lips on his, never thinking that his first kiss would be with a Razi. He could hear her working on something at the table, and after several moments of unable to fall asleep he decided to ask.
"What are you working on Chianti?"
"Did I not tell you to sleep?" She turned to face him "This will help you sleep. You need your rest." Chianti stood up and walked over to the entrance to her hut, pulling the flap down and cutting off the light.
"Uh, thanks." Cyan said as he closed his eyes again, feeling Chianti's furred feet tickle his as they brushed by his. It was plenty dark in the hut due to the thickness of the skins used to cover the ceiling, and her assistance had gone nearly completely unnoticed. He felt something brush against his leg, opening his eyes and looking down at his body. Chianti had begun to pull the bearskin cover off of him, and lowered herself to lay between his legs. Before Cyan could ask any questions Chianti had put a digit to her lips to indicate that she did not want him to speak. Complying, Cyan simply watched as she peeled his linen undergarments off and stared at his now naked manhood. He could feel her warm breath on it which sent tingling sensations throughout his mind, overwhelming the aches and pains of his wounds. After inspecting it for a few moments, she carefully slid her tongue under it and led it into her mouth, letting it sit there for a moment.
Cyan's once-soft member was quickly gaining size from the feeling of being in Chianti's muzzle. She suckled him gently as he grew in her mouth, sliding her tongue along the underside of it. Cyan was amazed that she could hold it entirely in her mouth at maximum length; He knew he wasn't huge, though he wasn't small either. Chianti had seemed to sense that he was done growing, feeling him twitch inside of her mouth as she tasted something not at all unpleasant on her tongue. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep silent breath as she pulled back, pressing lips around him as he slid out of her mouth. Slowly taking him back in, she established a rhythm in which she both suckled him and slid her tongue along the underside of his length. Cyan closed his eyes and moaned gently, leaning back into the pillow as he felt her ministrations on him, relishing every aspect of what she was doing.
Chianti had gained some momentum, sliding him in and out of her mouth quicker now, beginning to hear his breath get rugged. She had stopped sliding her tongue along him and instead began to circle the tip of his length while it was in her mouth. Suddenly, she grinned slightly as she stopped, holding only the head of his member in her mouth as she sucked gently on it. Cyan opened his eyes and looked at her, feeling her eyes lock on to his as she took a paw and wrapped it around him. Stroking slowly, she kept his tip in her mouth and began to run her tongue along it while she stared at him. Chianti's paw picked up speed as she worked him over, feeling his manhood begin to tense. Cyan's body began to lock up as he felt his release coming, fighting to keep his eyes open to watch her actions. Gritting his teeth, he felt it come, shaking slightly as a surge of what felt like electricity swept over him. His seed spurt into her mouth, and Chianti stopped swirling her tongue around him and let it rest, feeling the warm salty liquid fall on it. She continued pumping him for a few seconds after the pulses of essence subsided. Removing him from her mouth, she gulped the liquid freely; Noting it's slightly pleasant taste. Cyan's head fell back onto the pillow as he panted gently, not feeling Chianti replace his undergarments and the blanket. He had only noticed she had crawled alongside him when he felt her lips kiss his forehead.
"Nonuk byhn gue, chi'the." Cyan didn't have time to ask what she had said to him, for darkness had already began to take him. The last thing he heard was a soft chuckle from her before an ocean of emptiness had swept him away.
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~Well that's it for now. I'm not sure if I'll continue this or not, leave me feedback and it might inspire me though.