I actually had this done yesterday...but forgot to post it...*grumble*
"Authia..." Hunter mused, "Pretty name."
"But that's my old name..." Dementa said quickly, "My name now is 'Dementa'..."
"I like 'Authia' better." Hunter said, "It suits a pretty girl like yourself better."
"No it doesn't!" Demetna suddenly snapped, causing Hunter to jumped. That name...her real name, just the sound of it brought back painful memories, memories she didn't want to remember. Unable to stop herself, she burst into tears.
"Hey now..." she heard Hunter say, "don't cry."
"They hurt..." she sobbed, "They hurt so much..."
Next thing she knew, Hunter had her wrapped in his arms in a comforting embrace. She froze at first; she wasn't used to having this kind of contact anymore, then relaxed and rested her head on his shoulder.
"It will be ok." he said softly, "what is hurting you so much?'
"My past..." she said with a sniff.
"Why don't you tell me about it? They say it helps with healing and stuff."
At first Dementa unsure if she should tell him, since she hardly knew him. She felt so safe in his arms though, like nothing would ever hurt her again. So she started telling her long tale. How she was teased relentlessly by the other draks because of her unusual skin color. The day she got cursed and became even more of an outcast. The day she lost her only true friend during the massacre of her people. Her deeds in fighting against the Cartel and her capture during her last attempt at stealing information.
She had to stop a couple of times when her emotions became too overwhelming. Hunter had waited patiently and didn't press her to continue. By the time she was done, it was pass noon, and both of them were very hungry. Fortunately, the paramite carusses were still good, so they ate their fill.
"So you're over 300 years old?" Hunter said as he finished off his share, "You don't look it."
"It's because of the curse..." Dementa said quietly, "It keeps me looking the same as I was the day the curse was first put on me...so I am basically immortal because of it. So many times I wish I could die...I have tried too, but the curse always brought me back. My life's been hell..."
"Well maybe I can help you change that." Hunter said as he put an arm around her shoulders.
Completely beside herself, she purred and leaned up agains him.
"Maybe..." she said with a faint smile. Maybe nothing. she thought, I wish it with all my heart...
As the days passed, Dementa learned much about her new friend. She found it interesting that Hunter was once bounty hunter working for the Cartel and switched sides after he got mutated into the form he was in now and she sympathized with the pain he had gone through himself.
Dementa was experiencing things with him that she hadn't experienced in a long time, or never experienced at all. She couldn't remember the last time she had laughed. For the first time she didn't have to worry about 'accidentally' hurting him with her harm touch and she relished his touch.
Over time their affections for each other grew and their actions toward each other became more romantic in nature. Wasn’t long before they doing things of a ‘naughty’ nature…
“It’s a beautiful day isn’t it?” Dementa purred as she rested on Hunter’s chest.
“Not as beautiful as you.” Hunter replied nuzzling her.
Dementa giggled and kissed him in return and sighed happily.
“I never thought I would be so happy Hunter…” she said, “but I am…and all thanks to you.”
“You’re the best thing that has happened to me too.” Hunter said with a smile.
Suddenly, there was a crack of thunder as black clouds covered the sky and the wind picked up, a cold wind. Hunter tried to keep Dementa warm by wrapping his arms around her, but this was an unnatural cold, one that seeped into their very souls.
“What’s going on?” Hunter yelled over the wind, “Where did this storm come from?”
“I don’t know!” Dementa replied, shivering.
They heard an angry sounding growl and there was a flash of light. When they had recovered from the flash, they saw a figure standing just on the other side of the clearing they were in. A female black skinned mudokon wearing a black robe, her eyes transparent black orbs with a ghostly white light shining through them. And she did not look happy.
Dementa recognized her at once and her heart filled with dread.
“Zilathoga…” she muttered.
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