Without words
Kudo's to the "Rabinna" mission in Morrowind for inspiring this story.
As I understand it, the German shepherd and the Alsatians are one and the same. The breed was merely renamed when it was declared too vicious to enter certain countries. Though I could be wrong. My grandfather is not the best source of information, so sorry if I'm wrong. So in this story, the female is a German Shepherd, though is called an Alsatian. Yes I'm confusing, I know. And maybe there be chapter 2 soon, I've already had some ideas.
Without words
Byreth turned around, his helmeted head swinging slowly from side to side as he glanced around at his surroundings, a paw resting on his long, sheathed, oddly-shining sword, his pitted and worn armour reflecting dull highlights from the near torches.
There was no light down hear to see the canine in any detail, though in full day light it could be clearly seen that his fur was a dark brown or a soft black, his yellow eyes, slit-pupilled, shining, making an odd contrast to his dark fur. Unarmoured, it would be hardly discernable that there were patterns in his fur, though his fur was such a uniform colour that it was almost impossible to see.
This was a thieves den, and the canine had just descended the ladder into the subterranean complex, his strong footpaws kicking up a slight puff of dust as he received a rather cold welcome in the form of a dark-elf brandishing a crossbow at him, from the perfect deadly range. Not so close that a quick movement could throw his aim off by a large amount, but not so far away that it would be hard to hit his target.
"I'll be taking your weapons." The crossbow-wielding half-human said, giving it a slight wave, his tone commanding.
Byreth tilted his head to the side, his eyes narrowing, a soft, dangerous voice emanating from beneath his form-fitting helm. "Careful where you point that, someone could get hurt." He said as he walked right past.
There was a soft sound behind him, of the bolt on the crossbow being released with the sound of sinewy string snapping softly.
The bolt whizzed out of the crossbow, but the wolf had already spun on his heal, his sword, sheathed at his right hip, drawn and slashed in one smooth movement, the deadly projectile shooting past him and into the rock wall as a long splash of blood spilled from the severed arteries in the poor humans neck, his body dropping to flop limply against the ground, his life's-blood staining the floor.
The canine sheathed his sword again, continuing on his walk as if nothing had happened, heading for the far side of the underground cavern, where there was an open-air bar, a paw fishing in his wallet for some gold.
"I need a place to rest." He said simply, tossing some gold onto the counter where the bar keep, another dark-elf, polished a cup with a clean cloth.
"Back there. Just be out of there by mid day." The barkeep said, jerking his head towards a door leading into a dark, unlit room. A lantern rested on the bar, and the wolf picked it up, walking into the room and closing the door, throwing himself on the bed with a soft sigh, falling asleep immediately, armour still on.
* * *
Byreth was awakened by a loud noise, and he spun off the bed, sword drawn in an instant, facing the intruder, his yellow eyes gleaming, immediately wide awake.
"Sir, you have a letter." The bar keep said, dropping the letter onto the bed and walking back out, with only a glance at the long sword that was brandished in his direction.
The wolf sighed softly and took the letter, slitting it open with the tip of his sword and reading the contents.
Adventurer
If you wish to gain some gold, then I have an errand that you may wish to complete. Find me at the east end of the cavern. Ignore my pet, she does not bite.
Lyrth
* * *
Byreth stalked towards the place indicated, staring at the elf standing belligerently at the door to his little abode. "You're late." He said coldly. Obviously a man used to getting his way.
"I am late for no man." The wolf said firmly, one paw resting on his sword. "If you wish to dispute the fact, then please, by all means, draw."
"There will be no need for violence." The man said with a slight frown. "I have a job for you. I understand that you are heading north, judging from the direction you arrived from?"
"That would be correct." He replied, letting his paw drift off the hilt of his sword.
"Then how would you like to deliver a package for me?" He asked with a slight smile.
"How big is the package?" He asked, dropping to one knee, resting.
"Oh it is quite large, but carrying it won't be a problem. She is quite tame, but pushing her to get to the destination will be a problem." He said, giving a slight whistle.
There was the scrabble of claws on stone as an Alsatian female came around the corner of a nearby rock outcropping. She was almost as tall as Byreth, though of a more slight build, her fur a striking matching of pure white and dark brown.
"Don't worry, she doesn't bite." He said with a laugh, misinterpreting the look on the wolves face.
"I don't bite either...but it's not my teeth you should worry about is it?" He said calmly, looking the other canine up and down.
"Now, my pet needs to be delivered to a town in the north, and it is essential that she gets there unharmed. She isn't much to look at, but beauty isn't skin-deep is it?" He said with a large, evil grin.
Byreth translated that as: She has swallowed something valuable and illegal.
"Payment?" He asked, looking both slave and master up and down. "And meal allowance."
"Three hundred gold now, a further six hundred when you arrive. Meal allowance is your problem, though if she doesn't make it to the destination you will not get the six hundred gold and you will gain a pursuit of several angry assassins."
"Understood." Byreth said with a nod, as the Alsatian looking him over, her back hunched, shrinking back against the rock wall, as if to hide.
The dark elf held out a purse that jangled merrily with the gold within, and Byreth reached into his pack, pulling out a bottle of expensive wine. "First, a drink to clinch the deal." He said with an icy tone.
"I invite you to drink first." The dark elf murmured, taking two cups from inside the door behind him, and holding one out to be filled.
"Another cup." Byreth stated. It wasn't a question.
The dark elf shrugged and took another cup down, and promptly all three were filled. Byreth held out the cup for the Alsatian, his demeanour cold. "If I can not get her to come close how am I meant to lead her to the destination..." He growled in a low voice.
"Taelyn! Here!" The dark elf barked, and the slave jumped, starting to saunter forwards timidly.
Byreth set the cup down, and then took a draught of his own, the dark elf waiting until the Alsatian had taken a long draught of her own drink before taking a sip of his own. The wolf held out the bottle for him wordlessly. "I have no need of it. Its previous owner knew everything about wine but nothing about swordplay."
The dark elf smiled and took the bottle. "I shall be hearing from my messengers when the job is done in a few days, eh?" He asked.
"If I find that our arrangement is not fair, then you shan't be hearing anything from anyone." He said coldly.
* * *
"We'll make camp here." Byreth said, setting down his pack and sitting down in the centre of the clearing. The Alsatian, Taelyn, sat down on the periphery, watching with disinterest as the wolf rolled out a bedroll, curling herself up on a nice soft patch of grass, her yellow eyes staring at the surrounding forest until she heard the wolf calling her name.
"Sleep in the bedroll. I can't afford you to be uncomfortable. If one of the bags you swallowed busts, then you'll die, and I won't be carrying your body across the forest." He said, throwing firewood into the centre of the clearing, starting a fire.
Taelyn gulped softly, but crawled closer, dropping herself onto the bedroll and curling up into a tight ball, feeling sick from all the things she had to swallow, fighting down the nausea. If she were sick, she could bust one of the bags and overdose on the potent drugs within it. She forced down her sickness and tried to sleep, only succeeding after the fire had begun to burn.
* * *
Byreth took a small vial of red liquid from his pocket, tossing the contents down his throat, taking out another one and grabbing the Alsatians head in his paw, opening her mouth before she was fully awake and tipping the contents into her open maw, closing it suddenly, forcing her to swallow it or choke.
Taelyn spluttered and awoke instantly, feeling the strange-tasting liquid all through her mouth, and, already, in her stomach. She shook her head and lay back down as if nothing had happened. Even if it had been poison, she couldn't do anything about it.
* * *
Back in the thieves cavern, the dark elf who had previously owned the Alsatian was found dead, the bottle of drink, half-empty, still in his hand. Having taken the antidote before the toxin in the bottle had become deadly, both Taelyn and Byreth weren't even affected.
* * *
Byreth pushed the Alsatian to ever-greater speeds, trying to get to his destination as fast as possible, though her timidness didn't help it one bit. From the start, he had not heard her utter a single word.
"Do you even speak at all?" He asked, exasperated, when on the third day she still hadn't said anything.
She shook her head fearfully.
Byreth just sighed. "Mute bitch." He murmured to himself, frowning. He couldn't see how anyone could be so afraid they could not even speak.
They walked for another hour when he called a halt. "We'll make camp here." He said, tossing out the bedroll and putting his pack down.
Taelyn stared out at the setting sun for a second, and then, while Byreth's back was turned, she quickly purloined a dagger from his pack, hiding it underneath her as she lay down.
* * *
Byreth was aware that the Alsatian had taken his dagger, but he didn't say anything, waiting for her to do something before he would stop her. He fell into an easy sleep, confident that he would be awake before she could get close enough before she could do anything.
* * *
A twig snapped somewhere nearby, and Byreth was awake instantly, his sword almost out of it's sheath when he noticed that the Alsatian was gone.
With a loud war cry, a dark figure came exploding out of the trees.
The cry dropped off slowly and the forward momentum of the figure slowed as he made a soft gurgling sound and fell forwards, a long blade sticking straight out from his back, gleaming in the moonlight as the Alsatian spun on her heel and tossed the dagger she had taken from Byreth, which whistled through the air as it impacted the second assailant in the throat. The third bandit was already lying dead, his throat cut from behind while he tried to creep towards them.
Byreth nodded once or twice, an eyebrow raised, as he looked the fellow canine up and down. "Well, that was unexpected." He said, as she stalked over to the body of the still-twitching bandit who had taken the dagger to the throat. He pulled the dagger free; wiping it clean on the dead mans clothes and then sheathing it.
The wolf went about collecting the weapons of the dead men while the Alsatian merely lay back down on the bedroll and dropped off to sleep.
The bandits hadn't carried good weapons, though there was one blade there that looked like it could be something special given the right attention. Byreth pocketed this blade, intending to take it to the nearest smith and get it worked over, as it's blade and hilt was tarnished and pitted from repeated battles.
* * *
The next morning, not two hours from where they had set up camp, they rounded a hill and came into view of the town that was their destination, the Alsatian progressively more scared and resistant the closer they got to the house where the man who he was supposed to do the hand-off too resided.
Byreth knocked on his front door, holding the Alsatian by the scruff of the neck to stop her from trying to get away, and she relaxed and slumped slightly, obviously resigned to her fate.
"I have a package for you." He said as the door opened, staring behind the figure at the examination table laid out in the room, a tray with primitive, wicked-looking surgical instruments on it. Obviously, the person who would lie on the table would already be dead.
Byreth merely glanced at this, he had expected as much.
"Come in. sit down, take a load off. Maybe you'd like to watch the extraction?" The dark elf asked, head tilted to one side.
"Payment would be enough. Though I would like something to drink." He said simply, dragging the Alsatian after him into the building.
"So just how many packages have you received in this manner?" He asked, seating himself at a chair, forcing the Alsatian to sit next to it, where he could keep an eye on her.
"Why do you ask?" The elf called from the kitchen, preparing drinks.
"I want to know if I'm getting the straight rate every one gets." He said, not troubling to raise his voice. The quiet menace in it would be clearly audible no matter how far away you were when you heard it.
"A fair few. Twenty-three I think. Successful that is. Many of them die in transport." He said as he came back in, two glasses in his hands, filled with blood-red liquid, a hidden purse on his body jangling merrily.
"My payment?" He asked, a paw resting on his sword.
"Right here." The dark elf replied, pulling the purse from under his shirt, tossing it to him as he took a sip of his wine.
Byreth counted it and nodded contentedly. It was all there. And it would help him greatly in his other missions.
"Stand, bitch." He commanded the Alsatian, who stood shakily, staring at the dark elf who casually took a long, serrated saw from the tray.
"Bring her over here, I don't want the blood on my carpet." He said, and Byreth nodded, giving her a push in the centre of her back, forcing her towards the table, another push making her stumble slightly and end up bent over the table, her eyes wide as the saw started to descend.
There was the smell of burning flesh and a gasp from the Dark elf as his body went still, the long, pointed, burning tip of Byreth's sword jutting from his solar plexus, before it was suddenly yanked free and a vicious side-hand swipe of the sword took the dark elves head cleanly from his body. His blade, burning as it went, cauterised the wounds, making it a clean, blood-free kill.
Byreth held his hand out to the Alsatian, a slight smile on his face, his sword sheathed. "You didn't really think I was going to let him cut you open?" He asked, almost with a laugh.
Taelyn stared up at him with wide eyes and then turned, sitting heavily on the table, pointing at her stomach.
"I know, drugs." He said, tapping her gently on the side of the head with the flat of his sword, knocking her unconscious.
* * *
Taelyn awoke to a slight headache, in an unfamiliar bed, the curtains drawn. She rolled free from he blankets and stood up, creeping to the door and peering out, seeing the room beyond was the same one where she had been knocked out, though the deadly instruments had been swept to the floor, their gleaming blades looking like broken glass littering the floor.
She stepped out just as the wolf stepped in from the front door, carrying with him the delicious scent of cooked meat. He set two plates down on the table, and pulled up a chair, motioning for her to do the same.
The Alsatian did this took the offered space, staring at the meat in front of her and then back to the wolf anxiously, almost whining, though remaining silent.
He nodded once, firmly, and she took the meat in both paws, biting down on it and tearing into it ravenously, surprised that she could eat at all. Ever since she had swallowed those bags of drugs she hadn't been able to eat a thing...
It was about that time that she noticed the bags of yellow paper sitting on one of the chairs, and her eyes widened, the meat dropping from her jaws to the plate as she rubbed at her stomach with both paws, almost as if expecting it to be cut open.
"Don't worry, I don't need knives or blades to extract bags from your stomach." He said with a slight smile, lifting a paw and making his dagger revolve slowly in the air. "Telekinesis has its upsides."
The Alsatian smiled and went back to her meat, gobbling it all up and then resting back, looking around the room, apparently searching for something.
She stood up and went to the body of the dark elf, which was where it had been felled, and dug her claw deep into his stomach, getting it covered in blood. She then took a saw from the floor, one with a wide, long blade, and ran her claw along it, writing in blood.
"Thank you" It said.
"You don't speak?" he asked, looking her up and down.
She motioned him closer and tilted her head back, letting him see the small scar on her neck, hidden by her fur and muzzle at all other times.
Byreth nodded sadly. "They cut out your vocal cords so you couldn't conspire with the other prisoners? Or make deals with the guards?" He asked, already knowing the answer. It had a kind of twisted logic. If they couldn't speak, and the guards couldn't read, then there was really no way they could communicate efficiently enough to escape.
Taelyn nodded sadly, and then shrugged, writing once more. "Thank you"
"You've already thanked me." He said, raising an eyebrow as she rubbed it clean and wrote again.
"For everything"
He nodded and then shrugged. "It's the least I can do, after all, it is my job." He said, as she wrote again furiously, dipping her claw into the blood again so she could continue.
"Thank you for everything. I know you were being kind to" She had to stop as she had run out of space, but held it up until he had finished reading it and then rubbed it clean, continuing.
"Me, even though you tried to hide it by being gruff."
"You are the only one who has been kind me"
"Can I be your friend?"
Byreth had to smile at this, shaking his head and laughing softly. "Of course you can be my friend, why wouldn't I let you be?" He said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Now that there were no other people around, he had dropped badass attitude, and now he was like any other normal person.
She nodded happily and wrote "thank you" again.
Byreth unclasped his sword and took the purse full of gold from his belt, holding both out to Taelyn. "Take these, they will help you on your way. My sword, Flameslayer, is fire-enchanted, don't touch the blade, it'll burn you." He cautioned, holding the things out for her.
The Alsatian moved forwards, but didn't take the things, instead, she stepped between his outstretched arms and wrapped her own about his neck, pressing her muzzle to his in a deep kiss that transmitted all the words that she hadn't written, communicating with him in a way that words could never manage.
He was momentarily stunned, but quickly returned the kiss, dropping the two items to the floor as the slave pulled him towards the couch, pushing on his shoulder, forcing him to sit in the chair as she straddled his hips, smiling down at him and kissing his passionately.
Byreth was quite surprised in the change to her demeanour, and realised that it was all an act. The cowering, everything. A submissive slave was kicked around a bit, but a resistant slave was deliberately beaten and humiliated until they were broken. Obviously, she was one smart Alsatian.
The buttons on his shirt were made short work of by the former slave, her muzzle constantly pressed to hi as she started to remove his armour piece-by-piece, smiling down at him, her naked body soon pressed against his own, their fur luxuriously caressing the fur of the other. Taelyn's paw eventually found his sheath and squeezed gently, making him gasp and arch a little.
She smiled and squeezed again, giving gentle pressure to the tip, rubbing and caressing amorously.
Byreth murred loudly and stroked at her neck and shoulders as he kissed her, his own paws trailing and exploring the curvatures of her body, coming to rest between her legs, playing with the soft flesh there.
Taelyn licked his cheek once before sliding down his body, nuzzling all the way, her nose trailing over his fur until it came to rest at his sheath, where her nuzzles continued in earnest, her tongue slipping out to lap at his emerging flesh gently, making him arch once more, her delightful tongue caressing and licking at his length, making him achingly hard.
The Alsatian licked him again and again, before releasing him, smiling up at him, rubbing his thigh to get his attention as she turned away from him, on all fours, tail lifted high and head peering at him over her shoulder, ready.
Byreth growled and moved behind her, thrusting into her from behind urgently, joining with her in one smooth thrust, eliciting a moan from the male and a quick stilling off the movement of the female, her only way of expressing her joy at their union.
He began to thrust slowly, working his hard length into her tight cunt repeatedly, his tongue finding the back of her neck as he breathed gently in her ear.
Taelyn turned, meeting his muzzle in a deep, sultry kiss, working back against him, her kiss carrying with it all the words she longed to utter but couldn't, all the words she didn't need to say, because, even without communication, Byreth knew what she meant.
The two thrusting motions of the canines began to become faster and rougher, the wolf growling repeatedly as the Alsatians tight gripping depths massaged his pink length every time it was thrust hilt deep into her, Taelyn's mouth hanging open with pleasure as she strained against him, her breathing heavy and laboured.
Taelyn lifted her head and opened her mouth wide, no sound emerging from her throat as she howled silently to the roof, sweet release shuddering through her body as she heard the wolf behind her snarl and felt his teeth grip her neck, his final, vicious thrusts prolonging her orgasm as she felt her depths quickly filled with hot creamy seed.
The Alsatian sagged forwards, unable to support herself on her paws and knees any longer, smiling back at the wolf and licking his nose gently.
Byreth kissed Taelyn eagerly, his muzzle meshing with hers as she shared with her his happiness, communicating with her without the hindrance of speech, feeling her heart beating slow against him as he pulled her close, snuggling into her fur as he let sleep take him.
* * *
Byreth awoke to find Taelyn staring at him; her yellow eyes sparkling as she leaned in and kissed him the moment he awoke.
A piece of paper lay across his stomach, and he picked it up, reading the neat writing as the Alsatian looked on anxiously.
"I cannot express my feelings to you with words, or writing. But I think I love you. I am a princess in my own lands, captured when I was younger and sold to the man who contracted you, I am willing to give you all of the treasure that is rightfully mine if you will but love me."
Byreth stared at the note for a few moments, pretending to be still reading, and then turned his head, staring at the Alsatian. "Taelyn," He started, using her name for the first time, "as far as I'm concerned, you can take your treasure and drop it down a hole..." He said icily, and the Alsatian stared at him, tears starting to well up in her eyes.
"...I'll love you anyway." He finished, pulling her close and kissing her deeply, making her eyes widen as she suddenly relaxed into him, returning the kiss with fervour, communicating to him her love, once more, without words.