Wolf RPG

She had seen him from a great distance and she had thought him friend.

He was far taller than she was, tall like the long legged beasts, but he was familiar, in the way most sighthounds were. The lanky body, the odd head shape, everything. So, she had approached, trying to call out to him.

He did not hear her. Or perhaps he ignored her, because he started walking back towards a way. A way she could not follow! Anaëlle had screeched after him, trying to follow, trying to gain ground, but she had never been much of a runner. He vanished over the smell of leggy beasts, and she hovered outside, too afraid to follow.

Before he vanished, he gave her a glance over his shoulder, long enough to plaster a smarmy little smile on his features, before he was gone. The iggy gaped.

How…how-! How rude!

treva saw the thing.

small, thin. a wisp of the domestic. she wondered how it survived the cold of winter and the billowing winds.

the queen arrived with guard and body servant. pale fur on her shoulders, eyes smoldering with the warmth of spring. perhaps it was not proper but she thought of her husband. how he had his own little thing of an advisor, and treva wondered if she could have that here.

if the wisp of a thing was worth much, that was.

you must be freezing. her voice teetered into pity. have you come for shelter?

The one to come was a long legged, and Anaëlle trembled to see such a creature up close.

Her voice, though, was kind. Slowly did the little creature uncurl herself, standing meek but straight up.

I-oui, yes. She stared after the last place she’d seen the creature like her. Then, her eyes went back to the long legged.

Would..you offer it?

a thick accent.

once more she thought of their dear neb, gucci. even though the skeleton of a woman's accent was not that of their beloved noble.

you must stay with me, hm? it is the best way to keep you warm and safe here. she ushered the small thing closer, so that treva may escort it to her own personal chambers. smitten with the little thing!

do you have a name?

a fellahin scurried off to prepare her chambers for hosting.

Oh! She felt like a princess, in that moment, swept away into the long legged’s warm aura. It delighted a part of the little woman, and she followed along readily. The martingale around her thin little neck moved occasionally with her bobbing head, sliding up and down in increments.

Oui!. I am known to myself as Anaëlle. There was no other part of her name, as far as she was aware. She had always, seemingly, just been Anaëlle.

This though, was very nice. Watching as the long legged led her deeper into this place. She had better pay attention! No need to get lost, after all!

how beautiful a name!

treasure, a jewel, a pet.

treva would keep this one close for many hours. days!

what is it you wish to do, anaëlle? have you desires? a soft raised brow, as they neared the hall to her chamber. food would await them, furs prepared for the second guest she was to hold.

Anaëlle followed, of course, taken now with this long legged who treated her with kindness. Her green eyes stared up, up, up! Up into the forest of the long legged!

Oh, that is…very big question! She tittered out nervously, voice like that of a songbird in a window.

I would like..safe place. Somewhere it is not cold, with no teeth. Too many long leggeds had tried to chow upon the little maiden. Her mind soared into romantic fantasies of a life she had never once led.

Oh woe! How she longed for it, to taste the honey she could almost smell, the scent of dough in the air! But she could not, even as her mouth salivated.

akashingo is a big place.

this cooed in gentle response, as she welcomed the little thing into her chambers. meat set out for two, furs awaiting.

a dwindling supplies of honey and berries offered just for treva's hosting.

this will be a safe place. you will be kept warm and no teeth may near you. or she would have them! for she held a fierce affection for the little jewel already. enchanted by them and their odd decoration.

so your needs will be met. what do you want for then? do you sing? do you enjoy the stars?

There was warmth.

Anaelle needed no convincing to choose a patch of furs to rest her body upon, though she was rather swallowed by them. She did not reach out for meat, not yet, not while she still needed to speak.

Oh, I have always liked the..the plants! Using them to help! And, I do love to care for children. Like Mother Goose! There was cheer in her voice as she spoke, though she knew not how she knew her own skills. They just rolled off her tongue like pebbles off a well beaten path, the thickness of her accent like kicked up dust.

Her mouth watered, but her jeweled eyes did not leave the long legged.

the little thing truly was a gift from above!

eat your fill, anaëlle! and although her voice raised, it did not lose its kindness. she wished to see the little thing feast beyond her skin and bones.

assuming the little thing began a feast, treva continued her conversation. prepared to have the other simply listen.

i am shabti, queen to akashingo. i will name you sesh for now, for your knowledge of plants and midwifery. her green gaze was alight with joy. but i wish for you to spend your days close to me. you are a wonderful delight and i might give you all you need.

She was not one to be told twice. The little maiden reached out with gusto, prim and proper as she was, to partake in small bites, never one to stuff her cheeks full.

Then the woman proclaimed herself as a queen, and Anaelle suddenly realized she had her cheeks poked out like a chipmunk. She coughed around the chunks of meat in her jaws, near choking, before she managed to swallow and stare in almost disbelief.

Oh-oh! Thank you, I, Merci, reine madame! The little thing was in quite the shock, before a little smile broke across her thin, lengthy face.

I shall endeavor to do my greatest!

you will do many a great thing here.

her eyes radiated all the warmth in the world. she was prepared to give the little dove all things she desired. a bundle of plants, a bed of furs, a bath in the wellspring!

she hoped the dove would find rest well when they were done here.

for treva planned to continue their bonding tomorrow.

Anaelle had never felt safer, that she could remember at least, than here. Warm, full, sated. She would continue to eat for a while yet, her stomach needling her with pangs for food.

She had a good feeling about this place. The cold of the outside never even reached.