Furry-Within

The panther gave a little nod, He wasn't looking at her anymore. Instead focusing on his task at hand.
"It is always good to have a weapon on hand".
That was until she sauntered over to him. His head turned from his task of bundling equipment together. His mouth opened to respond, a number of sharp objects came to mind. His right foot moved back, Still he resisted the urge to step back. These things still felt new to him, being alone so long. His breath caught in his chest as he scent mingled in the air. So close he could almost taste it.
Yet that look in her eye, almost a twinkle of mischief behind that. Now that everything settled in his fur he didn't smell as strongly as he did before. His scent almost completely different, only a very keen nose would detect it unless they got rather close. His fur smelled like Wheat and nutmeg.
    Arashi smiled, That little smile playing on the corner of his lips. Something he wasn't quite accustomed to doing. It was a natural smile, not a forced one. His body seemed to tense and relax just a little as he, wasn't so defensive.
  He watched Cyrin turn and move away, Effortlessly graceful. She had great potential in being a good fighter with enough training. Yet that wasn't all that he saw. When did his mouth become dry? What was it about this..Dragoness that he craved?
  Curiously he fallowed her, Watching her carouse Through the miles of weaponry that he kept. Leaning slightly on the Hidden door as he watched, His arms crossed over his chest. His tongue ran along his fangs. His ears perked, He could almost hear it. The sound of the selection. The faint call of steel, calling for a new master.  Some blades sat silently as if they knew it wasn't going to be a good fit.
  Arashi's smile grew across his face, As Cyrin Chose her weapon. Just as her weapon chose her. They seemed to fit well enough in her grip, Naturally and comfortably she held them. Pushing himself of the wall, he moved towards her.
"A good choice".
  His finger touched the tip, moving down the spine of the blade. Her body seemed languid and relaxed, Just as it should be. That finger traveled down, down Tracing along her hand and down her arm as he moved just behind her.
"Daggers, are not built for power. They will not turn a blade away, They are built for subtlety and maneuverability".
His palms swayed against her for arms lifting her elbows a little. His chest and body pressed against her back as he adjusted her form.
"It does not matter, how strong, or fast your opponent maybe. A dagger will always find away."
  His foot tapped against her heel, He was almost straddling her tail now. Those hands moved from her shoulder, He couldn't feel any real tension under her scales. Those strong hands moved to her sides, His palms fallowing the curves of her form. His fingers brushing over the sides of her breast as they fallowed her body. Those fingers resting on her hips as he adjusted her hips just a little.  His breath warm and moist against her ear.
  Her form looked good, natural and not forced. Those palms moved further down, touching her thighs. There was no trembling there as if her legs forced the stance.
  Those deft fingers of his slides slowly back upwards,  Undoing the belt Letting it sit at her hips. But the top spilled open. Those warm strong calloused fingers slides up her belly. Getting a better understanding for her body.  Knowing where those daggers could sit and be hidden.  He strapped a silk and leather holster for them, Adjusting it so it would sit comfortably and firmly against her scales. The draw of her dagger would feel as naturally as possible.
   He couldn't help but to admire how her scales felt, Surprising him on how slick they felt against his fingers. Despite being done with his task his fingers wondered over her form. As if mapping it in his mind, yet his body was far more honest then he was. Being this close to her warm flesh made his react, That thick member stirring  just beneath the surface. Pressed so firmly against her tail. His body wanted her, and spoke so plainly. His breathing slowed and seemed just a little warmer. His chest rumbled with a thick deep purr, It's bassy sound reverberating though his chest and throat.
  Those strong hands brushed over her breast. He had never felt a dragoness breast before. Did she have nipples? He wondered these things as he gave them a soft gently squeeze.

"hmm?" Well there was a surprise. She went from being instructed to being groped. Not that she was going to blame him. She wasn't exactly being subtle this whole time. Meandering around in the buff or darn near it. Perhaps it was the lonliness that spoke for them now. He had no scent other than his own. It was apparent he was without that needed attention. She found herself needing it as well when she came across him. There was a major difference in a panther and a dragon, but the smell of a male, especially one who bore no scent of a female, was something strong. Her tail had a mind of it's own now. Slinking it's way around his right leg. Hands still holding those daggers as she watched him fondle her breasts under her tunic. She was torn at the moment. She should rebuke him. Deny his advances. Afterall they did need to get going if they were going to make good time. Still.....part of her was willing and wanting. And they would have this tension between them. She knew she would flirt with him and maybe even try to seduce him at some point. She was, aware of it or not, doing it now. That tail was gripping his leg tight now keeping him from getting away. "Uhm..." Chokes on her words feeling suddenly flush in the face. "This is unusuual instruction." Giggles a bit as her mind tried to regain focus. "Is that...." She thought inwardly as she felt him pressing into her. "Does he have a n erection? Feels like he is poking me with a rock back there." She fought herself and pretended as though she had yet to notice this was going now.
Breathing felt a little heavy now. She was still fighting her urges, but they gained some ground. His wandering paw would finally find what they, apparently, sought. Soft nipples had grown erect and were sticking out slightly past her smooth scales. They were small, but he had to noticed them. "Cursed instinct...." Sighs a little sigh thinking to herself. "this...we....I mean you....need...." Feels herself tense a little. "Do we have....t..time....." That was aloud and stuttered between breath.

His body stirred, deep within like some waking beast. Her body tantalizing making him hungry so. Those fingers of his wanted what he felt. Her scales invitingly smooth to his paws. That hunger for another crawled from deep within himself. His ears flicked as he heard the sound of her breathing change. 
How own breathing warm and slow as he leaned just a little more forward. She was stuttering now, did She want him as much as he wanted her right now? His body reacted without him thinking, A thick deep purr rumbled through his chest. His purr deep throaty and full of bass. Her tail hugging his leg as if she wanted both comfort and gratification.
His nose was inches away from her scales. Taking in her warm inviting scent. Those lips parted just a little as if he could taste her smell.  His mind wondered what  her scales would taste like? Would they be smooth against his tongue?  would her scales be just as smooth between her legs?
His ear twitched, Was there a tremor in her Stutter? He found himself leaning forward before her words caught up to his brain. Time, How much time did they have? Such an unknown qauntity. How much attention would they draw? How much danger were they in? These way heavy in his mind. 
His hands paused, as another thought crossed his mind. This wasn't his body, what right did he have to use it in his own selfish pleasures.  He had lived 7 lives and 7 bodies, bodies that this curse braught him too. Forcing him to take a life of some complete stranger.  That sobering thought yanked him back from the carnel pleasures of the body.
His chest heaved as he took a deep slow breath, His eyes closing for a minute. He thought it would help, yet Cyrin's inviting scent remained. Slowly His hands pulled away. They dropped down to her tail, His sharp claws tracing against the scale as he gave her butt a little smack. Hoping it would be enough to loosen her tail.
"Prob-" He cleared his throat, It felt force as he made himself speak without whispering. "Probably not.."

This feline obviously had a lot to learn about dragons. Once one had their eyes on something they wanted it was going to be a cold day in hell before one would ever give it up easily. Her tail remained right where it was as she took a moment to ponder this situation. No telling how long a badly need romp would last. On one hand it was important for them to get underway as soon as they could. Roads around here were best traveled by day afterall. On the other hand? She could see he was pent up and carrying a lot of tension from it. That and he was rock hard along with the fact he wanted release. That much was strong in the tone of his whisper. Her toying with him had a bigger effect that she may have planned for. Although it was not too far off to say she had been taking out her own pent up needs on him by all the teasing and play. "you feel very tense" Sounding a little coy as she reached for his paws to bring them sliding up along her side. "pent up" He wouls find his paws right back on her breasts. They felt so warm and soft those hands of his. There was the fact that traveling together was going to be difficult if he could not fully focus on the task. The same went, likewise, for her. She would not force him though, but she would make sure of his choices. Head leaning back just so she could whisper in his left ear. "Do you want me? I know you have my scent now." A little sigh. "I will undress if you ask." The tone of her voice was soft. Like that of a lover asking for his reply. Slowly her scent would grow as she became aroused. Just giddy to hear his choice reguardless of whether he would take her offer or not. She would not rebuke him for rejecting her right now. They did have to get going soon, but a little time together could mean a difference down that road.

  He waited a moment, sure that her tail would unravel, suprised by what happened next. He found his hands being guided by her own, resting just over her breast. Her hand on top of his own.  His eyes closed as he enjoyed the moment. He felt her head lean against his shoulder as she spoke quietly, Intamitely to him.
He was tense, and more than a little pent up. Was he always this easy to read? If she could read him like this his enemies would be more than able to do the same. His hands didn't move his body well aware of her own. Those soft locks of blue and silver colored hair resting on his shoulder. Or the way her cute white horns seemed so much brighter with the morning light.
His eyes met hers when they opened, His icey lightning blue eyes meeting deep blue clear pools  Ciryn's. Her words made his lips part just a little, Ear tip quivering as he considered it. Trully considered it. She did have such a nice body, her invitation delicous to say the lease. Deep down inside he knew he did want her, His body craved her.
  A thick hungry growl escaped his lips as he closed his eyes, The kind of sound that only a man with want could make. His jaws clenched as he considered it, I mean REALLY considered it. His jaws clenched as his eyes closed. Yet her scent invaded his thoughts, His steely resolve wavering.
Arashi took a slow deep breath, those warm strong arms wrapping around her. Simply holding her a moment. His eyes looked without seeing, as he gazed at nothing in particular. There was this strange comfort in lust. He could not stop his fingers from traveling, those sharp claws trailing ever so slowly down her belly. Those sharp claws drew little swirls on her scales as they dipped lower, Travelin down into her pants. Those strong fingers cupped her sex, Cyrin looked so pretty like this. He wondered what sounds she would make, how long would she moan?
His strong hands cupped her sex, massaging between her legs. For that matter, what did she even look like down there? He bit his lips as his thumb caressed what he thought was her clit, His index finger delving between the valley of her legs. He knew they didn't have time to spare, and for fuck sakes His thick shaft was painfully hard.
It would take almost the entire day to leave the valley, far enough that they would be safe. Yet part of him wanted to stay, just for a bit after all who could resist this dragoness. His nose brushed the edge of her ear.
"No thank you..." His voice was soft and deep, as deep as a man wanted a women. "I like to undress my women myself..."
That thick tongue of his lashed out, tasting the edge of her ear. Finding that he liked it his sharp fangs tugged gently against her ear. He with drew his fingers from her pants, tasting them. A thick sigh escaped his lips.
Damn...She tastes good. He thought to himself.
With all the effort he had his hands rested on her hips, pulling back just a litttle bit. Enough that his hard member was no longer resting against her. His body shook with effort, His fingers twitched with exertion. There was so much Testosterone going through his vains right now that his hands trembled.
He could allready tell that this was going to be trouble, He wanted the little dragoness in the worse of ways....
  ".....Come on, we better get going..."

Oh if only he could read minds. The sheer amount of delight she was feeling and all the dirty little thoughts she had right now. What she could do to this cat was frowned on even by her own kind! HE would not see the sly little smile or that prideful look in her eyes as she lowers her head and slowly moves away. Her tail took it's sweet time sliding free of his leg. The tip came up to brush along that bulge he had hidden in his pants. "He sees.." She thought. She knew she had just exposed a chink in his armor. How easily he let his guard down even though he thought it up. She had him now though. She knew exactly how to get to him. She woulf press that weakness later. When time allowed. He was aware of it, but he could not fix it...yet. Turning she dampens her smile as she tie her tunic and tucks it. She had to see his bulge. Steely bllue eyes fell upon it only briefly. He was sizeable that much she could tell. She could just tugged his pants down. Get a real good look at him...a taste...no. She quickly gathers her thoughts and regains her compusre retreiving her daggers. "Time to go. The sun is fully awake and so are we. There is alot of ground to cover. Oracle?!?" he might see the tiny, colorful, moth flit about as it made it's way to her right shoulder. Shimmering brilliantly even against the light of the morning sun rising in the sky. "Still?" Surprised Oracle was still in this moth form, but it may be a good thing. "Stay close and please scout a little ahead of us." The Moth only flitted it's wing a couple times and made off in the driection they would need to head in." Cyrin looking to the panther. "ready?"

Arashi just stood there for a long moment, Watching her walk away. The feel of her tail slowly sliding along his leg before setting him free. Those smooth scales of hers brushing over the fur on his leg.
That feeling was..Addictive to say the least.
Unconsciously his jaws clenched, His hand moved as her tail broke free. Just a second to late, He couldn't explain the need to grab her tail. His fingers clenched only air as it dropped to his side.
Her back was to him, Those cool eyes of his watching her pull up her tunic. That soft cloth wrapping around her as if it was made for her. He took a deep breath breaking his gaze as she turned to look at him. A thick frustrated growl slipped out with his breath.
  "time to go".
Her words snapped him back in the moment as he was thinking about what could have been. His ear's perked as he listened to her tone. She was all business now, As should he be.  His paw brushed over his face, getting back to business as well.
"Right..."
The panther moved to the first room hefting his backpack. It held almost all the supplies they would need for the journey. As well as a handful of useful weapons. His thick hard member made it awkward to move. He moved slow enough until he was only semi-hard. Trusting that enough time would take care of the rest. Arashi cleared his throat, He stopped for just a minute so he could take it all in. He had after all lived here for so very long, It was his one source of comfort he was leaving.  His eyes closed for a long moment enjoying the feel of the sun on his fur.
"Ready"?
  Those eyes opened a little more calmer then he was before.
"Yes, Lets go.." He replied
     At first he was all business, keeping his pace just a little ahead of hers. Stopping when he got to far, His eyes scanning the distance. However the sound of silence was awkward. So he sang silently at first, barely above a whisper. As the distance grew he got more comfortable. His voice a deep but not very loud.
The road is long, but the sun is warm
       A sea of green, The path will form
  My wits are keen, My food is lean where ever I go
It's allright, everything I need is a stones throw.
  The Road is here, my path is clear
Only until My food appears, What happens next is not unclear
To my camp I shall Adhere
  My Road is long, but my camp is near
At night I have no fear, As the darkness lears.
For it's just darkness and time.

He couldn't remember the rest of the words, So he just hummed them. As morning turned to evening, He broke out some quick Rations, and left overs from breakfast that he had packed. They ate on the move, Wanting to get out of the valley before nightfall. Afternoon turned to evening as he found a solid spot to camp near a clean clear stream.
Unslinging his pack He looked about. This place was thick with tree's, just the way he liked it. Climbing the nearest one, gave him a good view of the camp. Unslinging A two person hammock he made quick work of it before dropping onto the ground. Despite his size, he made almost no sound as he dropped to the ground. He began to dig two small holes that connected to each other underground.
"We are half a day away from the city, I figured we could take a minute there. Perhaps travel with a caravan. It might be slower but we can catch a ride. Traveling with others will help hide us a little better."
  He built the fire in the small hole, The hole dissipating most of the smoke and kept the light low.
  "Is soup ok for dinner"?

It was a long day of walking. It was a long day of nothing to be sure. Boredom had her mind wandering quite far for most of the day and, as a result, there was little to no conversation. Most of the morning she had thought on him a lot. Mainly on what they could have done and how much farther they had gotten because they hadn't. Still that itch. He wanted to scratch it and it showed from that bulge he had for a good while. The trip went without any incident and that allowed it to go very slowly. She didn't slow though. Her pace remained matched to his the entire trip. She could have just gone ahead and stayed right next to him, but he seemed bent on trying to keep to himself so she let him. Oracle, in typical nature, had vanished yet again. That was a good sign though. It meant they were safe. Anytime Oracle returned out of the blue it was a bad sign something nasty was afoot. Cyrin felt sure Oracle was not far though. Oracle did have a good habit of remaining somewhere near. She found herself adjusting those daggers every now and then. They did tend to rub so on her hips. Not used to carrying things like that for so long. Damn...she felt so priveledged now. Almost made her felt bad. Almost. Dragons and their kin had little use for things like daggers unless there was something special about them or valuable. Every so often he wouyld stop and she gained a foot or two on him, but he kept some distance. The singing was nice. Eased the boredom a bit. Perhaps they would stop somewhere and she could play with him a bit more? That should be entertaining.
The day would pass and they both showed little to no interest in stopping. They ate on the move and that was just fine. She had done this very often on  her own. This made good time though and would make any stop for the night that much more rewarding. At least they accomplished making up for lost time when that time finally came. The sun was quickly setting now and she watched Arashi get to work setting up....holes in the ground? AH! It was for the fire. To keep warm without giving them away to any passers by. That was a neat trick. "Soup should do nicely. It has been a long day of walking and that does sound good." She would smile very politely as she set down her things. Not much. She had kept her own load light as she just did not require much. One change of clothes similar to what she wore. A small amount of spare food just in case along with a couple blankets and a decanter of water...which was nearly empty now. Some water would be really nice about now. Refill her decanter and maybe clean up a bit. "Might need to find water though. A half a day will seem a alot longer if we have none" Finds a nice spot and sets her small pack down deciding to stretch out a bit and just relax. "Provided we find a caravan headed in whatever direction we need to go? How do we keep a low profile? I am not exactly...well I do tend to stick out, you know. Even with my cloak on. Speaking of which. I am feeling quite recharged now. I do suppose I could summon it if you feel we would need me too." She was watching him for now. Just wondering what it was he would say. She took a step towards him leaning in a bit. "There is also the matter of being watched. I am sure you want to keep as low a profile as possible to aviod such instance?" Her eyes would steal a glance along his lower front. She could almost shame herself for that. Another step closer. "Might not be too bad an idea to continue on foot another day or so, but we would lose some time in that measure. Another day or so and my full power should be restored. Travel will be a lot easier then." She busied herself looking about for something akin to a pond or maybe a stream. Felt sticky from a day's worth of travel and had this need to get clean.
She would feel a sense of rejoice upon the discovery of a nearby pond. It was not a very big one nor was it warmed by a spring, but it was better than nothing and far enough in the thicket to be hidden from the road amd any unwanted onlookers . Looked as though it was fed from rains as well as a very small crick just on the west side of it. Yje sun was setting and time was wasting away. She did not even think twice and stripped down quickly before wading out into the pond. It was hip deep near the center and got only slightly deeper near the end furthest away from the little camp. The water was cool, but not cold which suited her just fine. At least she was feeling a little cleaner dipping under the water and coming right back up again. "Ah. that feels sooooo good!" Smiling and wading around a bit just enjoying the pond. The water was quite clear. Being so close to the raod it seemed it was barely used by wildlife even though it was still nicely hidden. "A hidden gem perhaps? To bad there isn't a spring to warm it." This was not going to be a good place to fill her decanter. but that flowing crick might be. She could bath a bit until the soup was done. She felt sure he would let her know when it was.

The panther thought about this for a moment, She was right. She wasn't Exactly low profile. This will definitely cause a problem, What was the easiest way for them to fit in? Ciryn would definitely draw a lot of eyes.
"I think the easiest really would be a traders daughter."
Yes, that did make sense. Not to much status to worry about rich folk, and common enough to blend in with the normal folk.
"...Yes, A traders daughter checking his fathers trade routes. It would seem to be the least suspicious. Traveling with her personal man servant."
No one looked twice at a man servant, ever. That and he did not relish the idea of going into a town, There were to many people in towns. The idea made him rather uncomfortable. He had been long removed from society for a rather long time. He was out of touch, out of practice with his habits.
"I don't think you need to keep a low profile, The more attention you draw with your charms the less eyes on me".
  In theory it sounded good, He stirred the soup letting the ingredients thicken. Cyrin had a point, a few more days on the road would be much more cautious. Giving him time to adjust, Having Cyrin at her full strength did not seem like a bad idea at all.
  The panther continued his chores as Cyrin wondered off. His ears perked as he listened. He took her pack and his own. Wrapping it in spare blankets to make it look as if two people were silently sleeping underneath a tree.
  It made more sense for them both to sleep in the hammock, It offered a much better view of the surrounding area.  He wondered how well he would actually sleep with the warm dragoness so near him.
It was easy for the panther to climb the tree, Sitting on the branch near the hammock he checked out the area around them. That's when he heard the splash, His head turned as he watched Cyrin swim. A little smile playing on his lips.
  He had a good view from where he was, Watching her form glide through the water. Sadly he was to far away to see between her legs. He could only imagine what it was like, Even back at his village he didn't dare look at her to long. It made him Ache in all the right places.
A thick sigh escaped the panthers lips as he climbed down. Setting up a branch near the fire. Draping a towel over it so it would be warm by the time she was done swimming. He briefly thought about joining her in the pond. What would it be like to tug her under the water? Feel her scaley flesh press against his own, weightless  and floating free.
  His thoughts were interrupted as the soup boiled over, A thick curse escaped the panthers lips as he pulled off the small pot. Warming the bread on top of a warm rock. He rubbed his face, This distraction could mean death for them both.
Quietly the panther moved to the edge of the pond. Washing his hands and face.  he stayed there for a moment watching her swim some more. She didn't seem to mind him watching her like this, and he certainly didn't mind it either.
"Foods ready when you are..".

Perhaps the panther should have stuck around just a tad longer. She had just pulled herself up from the water onto a sizeable rock to lay out and dry off as he walked off to get something to eat. The sun, defying it's wane, still shone warmly upon her as it peeked through the grove of trees. Little droplettes of clear water shone all across her form as she lay there. His call for soup went ignored for the moment as she soaked up the chance to just relax. The soup would keep for a few more minutes. Unaccustom to this sort of thing Cyrin wanted to make the best of it and just unwind. Oracle was close by again. That familiar shimmer off the water and the slight rustle in the still air testified to that. Nothing was around that was a threat. Good. This meant they could afford, for now, to unwind though they could not really drop their guard just yet. Just a few minutes then finally the sun could no longer warm her scales. It finally dropped below the tree tops. So she gathered her stuff and quietly sauntered over to where he had been cooking the soup. The night was quick to come and the dark of night consumed the land briskly. She sat across from him and settled in for a nice hot meal. This was something of a rare treat too. Never really had time to sample anything home cooked by camp fire. She usually ate in...well not outdoors anyways. Not her style though she felt she could get used to this.
For a time she sat there sipping her soup and nibbling her bread, refined pose and manner in doing so. She was also in a state of undress. She seldom had need for anything other than her cloak and right now she was making effort to conserve. 245 straight days of wearing the cloak without resting and she had a few days left before all her power was depleted until yesterday. Now she was "recharging". Lesser dragons have a "pool" of magic they draw from. That is to say that her power is not limitless. She needs to allow that "pool" to fil back up every so often to avoid finding herself temporarily powerless. This is accomplished by refraining from using her power by simply laying low. Eating, sleeping, and relaxation help. There are other ways as well. She can drain magical item or other creatures of their Etheral Energies. Taking these energies from an item with magical properties are as simple as just draining them with simple absorbtion spells. Creatures on the other hand? She would need to use caution. Draining energy from living things was a bit more difficult as it could result in injury or death. There are several means. An Absorbtion Spell was the quickest and most difficult. Scarifice was messy and often fatal. Then there was....sex. Yes. Sex. During which her partener would, unwittingly, give off etheral energy that she could safely draw from. However this was only a little bit at a time and would require several sessions and they would have to be very intense to draw out enough energy to draw from. Probably why she had such interest in the panther at the temple. And now she was thinking of that bulge in his pants this morning. Should she really allow herself to be so distracted?

She failed to realize just how so. He would feel her stare. Those eyes were wandering all up and down his form as he ate. How soft was his fur? What would it feel like against her smooth scales? She could just smell him. A long day's worth of travel left him with a strong musk and she wanted to just inhale it. His body was so rigid. Toned from years of care and training. What did he look like in the buff? She envisioned him. Strong lined and chiseled definition. Each movement he would make well defined with feline grace. She wondered what his cock looked like as her eyes went right to his lap. She had only felt it, but not seen it. Was it as dark as his fur? How would he feel inside? What was....."Ow." She was brung back arouns to reality by a bit of her soup landing squarely in her lap. She played it off well enough hoping maybe he had missed her leering at him like that. "Ooooo...that was warm." Giggling with guilt. She realised her wandering mind had another effect on her and slowly closes her legs to hide it. "So..." Looks up and sees the hammock. "Sleeping in the tree tonight?" Of course she had not realised it was meant for both of them. "Seems you like the high places.." Kind of hoping she was not going to be sleeping on the ground again tonight.

The panther ate his food slowly, Taking his time. His thoughts else where as he puzzled over these problems that Cyrin made him realise he had in the first place. There would be much to do as well as little to no prep time to do it in. Being so out of touch with society was both a strength and a weakness. The last time he was in society was another life time ago, albiet short.
He had lost his taste to be around others, Would the class system still effectively hide him? How far along could society progress in 30 years? There was much that was lost to him, But not that look. The panther had an uncanny sense for being watched. Years of hiding had honed this skill.
  Indeed he felt her stare, yet his body was relaxed his focus on the fire. This allowed him to watch her through the corner of his eyes. He wondered what she thought of when she looked at him? Body que's only gave him so much info. His own body went into automatic mode, Feeding himself and eating slowly as his mind took a minute to read Cyrin's Body que's, puzzling over the secrets it revealed.
Her eyes danced along his frame, he wondered what she was searching for? Was she sizing him up again? Was she weighing her worth in this mess he had involved her in?
His eyes lifted just a second looking past Cyrin, blinked and looked down again. Her nostrils quivered as she took a breath, what was she smelling? He could only smell the forest and the woods As well as her of course.
Why was she staring at his bowl? There was nothing specail about the wood bowl in his lap. His head lifted as he looked up from her cry of pain. His body switched out of auto-mode as he blinked a few times.
"The tree's are a safer place to sleep, It gives you a better vantage point of the area. This way no one can sneak up  on you."  He pointed to the gear he had wrapped to make it look like two people sleeping. " The hammock sleeps two. I think you'll like it better than roughing it on the ground. Up there no one can sneak up on you, well unless you can fly."
   This brought up a good point, Cyrins breed was rare. Mostly associated with a higher class of citizen. He wondered again, what really braught her to his land.
"It's no stuffed mattress, but it is rather comfortable. When your ready for the night i can clim-"
He cleared his throat as he clearly could smell something, Was that?
"Climb you up..."
     It had been so long since he smelled that scent, Clearly the scent of arousal. There was no mistaking that Musky wanting scent. That heady smell, Primal and ferocious. It was the smell of need and passion. Instinctively his lips parted to taste the scent, It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. It tasted just like she did back at the temple, Full of delicous promises. Her Pheromones making him slightly heady. His tongue curled as he sucked a breath.
   There was no doubt in his mind that he wouldn't rest well unless they took care of this together. He was greatful and not so much to have that bowl sitting on his lap. The warmth from it was inviting, But did well enough to hide his slight hard on.

"Ok...he smells me. Hmmm?" She takes a sniff or two. Oh yeah he was definitely becoming aroused. That was very inticing to her and made her slightly anxious. It was still somewhat early and she still had her wits about her. One thing for certain was that she did smell him and it was not just his arousal. "Before we take to climbing anything I would think it prudent for you to bathe. AFter all we have had a full day of travel and I can smell you from here." Oh how she was hoping to get a little show before anything else happened. She did mean that to be just a tiny bit insulting, but not offensive. She did not want to call his honor into this. Just his pride. Cyrin stood up and set about cleaning her bowl with just a bit of water and a rag. She was...openly letting him see as much as he could stand to take. Both to keep him focused and urge him onward. In the dying light of the sun as it finally dipped down beyond the horizon and the flickering of the fire he'd see her body. Scales glinting from the flicker of the flames. Her silhouette against the fire's light. That little damp spot showing from between her thighs. Maybe even that little trickle running down her right thigh between her smooth scales? "tomorrow we should make the town by what? Mid-morning maybe?" She bent over, right in front of him, to stoke the fire a little. If he was looking he'd see it. Her little lips were peeking out from what appeared to be a slit in the scales between her thighs. Ther was the source of the trickle upon her thigh. Glistening and eager. Only a slight peek and she stood up again. "so go and get cleaned up" Smiling and gesturing toward the pond.

His tongue licked his lips, and then his fangs as he looked off for a minute in any other direction besides her own.
"Bath, Right.."
She had a point, He had been living as wild and free as he wanted. But society dictates otherwise. A smelly servant would definitely draw suspicion. Arashi smelled his paw lifting his arm slightly as he took another sniff. He did smell like clean sweat and leather and steel, As if he just got out of a garrison.
Arashi sat there drinking in all that she had to offer, Those hungry eyes taking her all in. The way she moved made it even more clear how she smelled, This only made him half listen as she spoke. Replying rather automatically.
"Right, Town..maybe..bath.."
   Wait, bath? Oh, right. he was over due for one any ways. The panther headed to the waters edge standing there a moment. He looked up towards the stars much like he did when he was alone. So very alone, This was the first in a long time that he had traveled and conversed with anyone.
  A thick sigh escaped the panthers lips, the smell of water clearing his mind. Cyrin's scent had a bewitching effect on him, Granting her power over him. This made him uncomfortable.  His fingers worked his thin robe, Letting it slide off the armor he wore underneath. Quietly he began to work the leather straps that held it tight to his body as his mind sorted his thoughts.
  I mean seriously, what is it about this dragoness that clouded his judgements. What should have been easy to ignore isn't? Your better than this right?
  Another thick sigh escaped the panthers lips, being so far from the fire he could just barely see his breath.  Out here he felt... exposed, vulnerable from everyone and her.
  Come on, your better than this. Your not some virgin newborn just getting his feet wet.
  The panther looked at the pond, Watching the stars reflect off the surface. Almost as if he was about to bath in a sea of stars. The panther took a dagger clenching it between his teeth as he simply walked in.  The cold and mud was quite refreshing, he couldn't help but to dive in.
The pond was crisp and clean, the cold cleansing and wanting to rob him of his breath. Like a shadow he slide beneath the surface.  Re-appearing on the other side, That cold shock to his system gave him what he needed, and cleared his mind. Bringing the world back into sharp focus.
That ebony dark fur clung close to his body, Giving him definition where hair would normally hide. His thick black dyed hair disheveled and a mess, He stood there for a moment just simply breathing. His body normally burned hot, Even now tendrils of steam rise from his shoulders and chest. Swirling up his fur before disappearing into nothingness.
He walked up to the other side, Grasping and cutting a few pine branches. With a hand full of sand and pine needles he began to scrub, Fur was a pain to take care of. Luckily that mess he stuck in his fur stuck despite the scrubbing. Now with his mind cleared for the moment he was free to think.
What's wrong with wanting to be comforted?
His lips moved as he talked softly, barely audible and he held a conversation with his reflection.
"It leaves us vulnerable, Gives us a weakness. Caring for someone will only make you more vulnerable"
And your not now?
He did have a point. He couldn't think of a response.
Look, it's just to body's doing what they where meant to do. You have a dick for a reason. If we must live, do we have to do it in shame? Can we not forgive ourselves and move on? For a murderer you sure are emotional.
"No, I've got my own morals. I live by my choice and not fate, I decided who I am"
We are murderers, you can't deny that. You can try and be a noble warrior, but they are still the same. Killers that play by rules, that's all they are. That is all you are.
"Your wrong, Dead wrong. Those men kill to defend others who cannot, I choose to feel and live without remorse. I am not the same as I was."
   Blame yourself then when things go wrong. It's you choosing this cycle not I.
His jaws clenched as he washed his face. Arashi laid back on the water. Letting it lift and move him. He stayed that way floating on the surface, He looked almost like a body just floating there. Except for his breathing, Making his body sink and rise with each breath he took and released.
"It will be ok, She won't hurt you".
She's a sorceress...she can end you before you can blink. Do not underestimate her. Trust will get you killed, Trusting will make you weak.
A thick little sigh escaped his lips as he sank deep into the water, His eyes looking up at the dark night sky. Here he was weightless, Only silence greeted him as he turned and swam back to the shore line.
Arashi emerged from the water, walking out of it at his own pace. The wet feline crouched near the fire letting the heat dry him. Tendrils of steam licked his fur, swirling about his form before disappearing into nothingness.  His thick wet fur revealed hard muscles that was hidden from her before. He stayed there for a long moment until his fur was mostly dry. His mind clear from the cool wet swim.

She watches him walk towards the pond fully ready to follow him for a quick peak, but first she had something to deal with. "And how long have you, been watching?" There was the faintest of flicker in the flames of the fire before the voice rose up from the crackling. "You assume I have not been watching until now? I do believe you know better, Cyrin." The dragoness merely sighs and glances towards the fire. Nothing, but the flickering flames was there. "Not gonna show yourself?" She muttered trying to keep her voice low. Couldn't alert the panther. "You forget yourself, Cyrin. Remeber whom you address" There was a hint of annoyance in that reply. "Of course, Lady Onyx. Please forgive my rudeness." It was hard for a dragon, even a lesser one, to bow to anyone even if the some one was a Phoenix. "I sent you for a reason. Do you need reminded?" The voice seemed somehow..closer. "No, M'lady. I am still searching for the one you sent me to find. We merely got.....distracted." Cyrin looks back toward the pond wondering just what she is missing out on seeing right now. "Distracted. The Panther you now travel with? What purpose does he serve?" Cyrin looks back to the flame. "I believe his goals and mine coincide. We will both find what we seek. Oracle lead me to him." That long tail swishes lightly and fans the flames a little. "And seducing him will do what for this task?" Cyrin had not thought of that. She really had allowed herself to be distracted. "I need him for..." She stopped. "for what?" Cyrin did not reply. Just remained silent for a few moments looking down at her own feet. What was she doing? She really was distracted. Even so to the point she finally realized that Oracle was...nowhere to be found right now.
"You allow yourself to loose focus? I have taught you nothing?" That came a little louder and with a lot more irritation. Cyrin remains silent. How? How had she become this distracted? She had been on the road for so long and without company. Had she allowed her urges to better her? "Cyrin!" The dragon snaps out of her mild haze. "I am sorry, M'lady. I have been travleing for so long and I was tired and..lonely" She returns her gaze in the direction of the pond. Even now she thought of him. She wanted so badly to go see. Not just because of her having been alone so long, but because she just might ... "Focus, Cyrin." The voice called her back to reality again. "I am, M'lady. I am replenshing my powers. I have been too long without rest. Traveling with him provides some comfort and security for me whilst I do so." And she wanted him to scratch an itcj she had. The longwer she thought about it the more eager she was to climb into the hammock above her head. It wasn't about just scratching an itch either. Not anymore. The two of them were akin. Alone for so long and in need of the other. "You forget your task, Cyrin. You must focus, Do what you feel you need too and regain that." Cyrin was again silent and in thought. "Do not allow yourself to be distracted......too long" The flames of the fire flickered. "I will not, M'lady. I am sorry" She could almost hear a chuckle from the flames. "Do not be sorry, Cyrin. Be cautious." With that the flames die a little. The fire having been fed from outside forces rather than the wood upon which it burned. She quickly throws a few twigs and branches on it. He would be back soon. she probably missed her chance to spy on him anyway.
The fire recovered nicely and crackled away. She basked in the warmth having steeled back down again. Her mind a little clearer now. She had allowed herself to be distracted. Now she was far more focused. When he returned she felt relieved and refreshed again. And oh what a site she got to see! She smiles at him and watches very intently as the panther dries himself by the refreshed fire. "oh my.." She mutters looking him over. This time she was really focused..on him. She felt very much clear now and she knew he did too. That was good as what she was about to do needed that clarity. She stood up and walked over to him. Her long tail swaying behind her. Smile acroos her face and her eyes burning holes into his. She'd squar down in front of him. Legs wide open. Her eyes drilling into his. Her face so close she was almost touching his.  "Arashi." Clears her throat a bit. "there is something both of us have been thinking....something we have both been needing. Time to take care of that before it gets us both killed." She dared get closer. "Take me up into that hammock and then take me tonight. You want to play the servant? Then serve your mistress." He had to hear that playful tone. "neither of us will be properly focused otherwise"

There was something in her look, That very intense look. Or perhaps it was her stride that got his attention. So purposely paced, like a dragon intent upon it's prey.  His head tilted to the side as he listened to her voice. Cyrin was close, Very  close. Close enough he could smell her despite their serroundings.  He dared not draw away from her, Afraid of loosing the moment.
His hesitation must have made her get closer, Despite the heat from the fire. He could feel her warm breath as she whispered into his ear. This time he didn't hesitate, She was right. If they didn't do anything about this, This distraction would get them both killed.  His strong calloused hands reached out to her, brushing pass her robes and caressing her scaled belly underneath. 
Since when did his breathing get so loud? He could hear his own breathing like deep pants from a drowning man. That playful tone made him smile.  The panther turned his back taking a step back. Her legs where allready spread, making it easy to scoop her onto his back.  Without hesitation he made the climb with her up the tree.
Arashi climbed the tree without hesitation, His motion smooth as if he was born to do it. hard muscles connected with sharp dangerous foot and finger claws. Yet he was careful to keep his claw mark's to a minimium. It wasn't long until they where both up there. Crouching on that thick branch he took a minute to admire and view his serroundings.
It was only here they could both see the sea of green. Like an Ocean that moved and rippled to the winds. Only the stars and the pool that reflected them could be seen. Except for the distant glow of city lights. So far and yet so close.