The sudden introduction of the motion the tail made when it freed itself from the lack of space at Astor’s crotch surprised him. He swore he would never be able to get used to Ilusa’s… bestial features. In a way, he supposed she was just like another human to him. When she wrapped her tail around his waist and began stroking his side, he let out a humorous noise. The gesture, despite being rather ticklish was definitely heating up his body. In that position, he simply enjoyed the physical closeness they had together. By this point, they had shared food, drinks, jokes, and terrible rumors, but now warmth was something they have yet to share. It was interesting how comfortable he felt, despite being rather resistant toward physical contact with people in real life. Also, it might have been his imagination too that Ilusa gave out a rather sweet scent, something he could quite put his hand on. When she opened her palm menu and fiddled with her inventory, offering… what was the choice? Ale or herself to warm him up, he responded with a tease. “You don’t happen to offer yaks do you? I heard they are super comfy and warm!” Astor let out a soft chuckle as he observed how she reacts. He wanted to tease Ilusa a bit, like he often does. Ever since they first met, he had always had the urge to care for Ilusa and bullying her at the same time. Before he could squeeze another word in, it stated to rain, heavily at that. With the sudden downpour, Astor immediately got up to his feet, but in the blink of an eye he became completely soaked to the bone in less than a few of standing in the rain. As lightning lit up the dark clouds and thunder booming across the sky, anyone could tell that a storm was picking up. As the wind get stronger, it completely snuffed out the majority of the campfire across the night camp. “Dammit! Let’s get to the tent!” Astor shouted as he put an arm above his head, hoping to shield himself from the relentless rain until he reached the only tent left that was reserved for him. Once inside, Astor could feel chills shooting up his spine, forcing his frozen body to shake uncontrollably as he rubbed both of his arms in a futile attempt to warm up. Knowing that he shouldn’t be staying in damped clothes for long unless he wanted to die from hypothermia, Astor quickly took everything off sans his boxer-brief. Given the situation, he had to choice by to put his muscularity on full display. Afterward, he began wringing the excess water out of his rolled up attire. Although other players might have scoffed at his best effort to keep warm, temperature is also a need that players often forget about. As much as Astor wanted to conjure a fire to keep both him and Ilusa, who he assumed had followed him, warm, he was afraid he might burn down the entire tent because his fire magic was rather strong, but lacking in precision and finesse. As such, he resigned to his fate and lay down on the sleeping bag that appeared to be roomier than normal. He figured it might have been a pass-me-down sleeping bag some unfortunate Elf had brought. From where he was lying, Astor opened his palm menu and went right to private messages and scrolled through his inbox, noticing a few people teasing him about his relationship with Ilusa and raking him across coals for being close to a woman in such a way. “Geh, what about us makes it so easy for other people to misinterpret our relationship?” Astor asked. @Ilusa Nakhalee
As he mentioned the yak, probably in as a joke, she blinked and checked her inventory, the word making her realise that… She did get a blanket made of fur, had she not? In return for healing the badly broken leg, she got an old, but still warm blanket made with beaver fur (she knew it was old because it felt absolutely the same like the one she has in real life). “I might have something better actually…?” She replied, surprised despite herself, her ear twitching at the chuckle that reverberated through her. Leaning into him as she did, his chuckles transmitted through their bodies. It.. It was nice, such camaraderie. It was something she dearly missed now, that it was no longer present in her real life. Perhaps this was what made it so easy to relax in this position and easily offer her own body warmth. “Eeek!” A yelp and then hiss at the sudden change in the weather and Ilusa hurried after him, feeling decidedly uncomfortable with each droplet falling onto her fur. It was deeply unpleasant feeling, made even more unpleasant as she was fully soaked. Her fur rose, standing up and she hissed once again as she slipped and nearly fell. Following after Astor toward the tent, she made a relieved sigh as the rain did not enter it. A quick glance showed that the tent was quite spacious, and tall; she could stand like Astor, but so far she crouched, then knelt. A shudder went through her body, goose-bumps raising her hair and fur as the cold started to sip in. It was but a moment as she followed after him, taking off her clothes, all since the undersides at first.. But then those were taken off, because the material was soaked through and was doing nothing to keep her from becoming too cold. Still, aware that the other might become uncomfortable with nudity of an avatar she took out three pieces of cotton fabric and used one as a makeshift towel and another to dry her hair. That done, she put the wet fabric back to inventory. Next, she crawled over to Astor and threw the fabric at his face. “Here use it to dry your hair.” After which she crawled out back, sat with her back to him and started to wring her own clothes free of the water (the fabric that was not actual towel slid down to show her back). Satisfied with this, she crawled back, shivering from cold, keeping the piece of fabric over herself. “Hm?” She stopped herself from answering it with the first thing that came to her mind. ‘Because they think with their lower half only’ was not kind after all and those people might be his friends. “Maybe they are projecting?” Was a little bit better and she shrugged her shoulder. Then eyed his bag and slipped inside it, putting the ‘towel’ back to her inventory. Completely not paying attention to her nakedness, she took out the blanket made from beaver fur and covered the sleeping bag with it. “Beaver fur I got in thanks from healing someone.” Then, she moved closer, plastering her shivering from the cold body to his, hoping for a quick share of the heat. “I’m gonna be sleeping in real too. Without logging out. You?” she murmured, through chattering teeth, waiting for the warmth to bleed into her body. @Astor Balthas
WHOA, Astor thought to himself as his Feline companion simply disposed of everything that was drenched, including her underwear. Fortunately for Astor, she covered herself up with linen towels, which she also used to dry herself. Although his attention was divided between fiddling with his palm menu and Ilusa’s alluring shape, but despite saying that she won by a long shot. ‘H-how can she be so calm in this situation, does this cute looking cat girl have more experience than me? Wait, how experienced is she, is this kind of thing commonplace and casual to her?’ Astor was trapped in his own thought, though he had had a few girl friends in the past, he wasn’t exactly versed in interacting with women. While he was bold enough to strike while the iron was hot earlier, he was at a loss now. It seemed any blood that was flowing to his brain to give him mental clarity was now reversing their direction, flowing downward. Shaking his head, Astor tried to feign the cool and distanced look he often has on his face in hope of not making a big fool out of himself. In order to revert the concentration of blood below his waist, he did calculus inside his head, letting trigonometry to take over his thought process. When she crawled over to him, the angle she was in made it possible for his eyes to graze against her cleavage, which definitely didn’t help his quest to calm down. Thankfully, she cut the tension by throwing a towel on his face, which he used to dry his hair and face with. The blond mass of hair that usually maintained their voluminous shape usually fell down from the weight of the water, giving him bangs that was never quite his style. The moment she had her back to him and the towel fell down, revealing the slender milky-white scape, he wanted to reach out and run his hand from the nape of her neck down to where her back stops and her tail begins, but he held himself back somehow. Astor was frustrated at himself, that he was so taken in like this, he wasn’t his usual self. Hell, at this point, he would even blame the water… Finally, when she huddled up with him before pulling the beaver fur out of her inventory, a surprised look crossed his face. “You weren’t joking about the beaver fur. Is this real?” Astor said, fondling the blanket some, though his attention was quickly diverted from the item as she pressed her nude form against his. Just then, a powerful gust of wind blew against their tent, forcing the cold air to slip below the hem of the tent and blast against Astor’s back. “Holy!” he shouted as his skin broke into goose-bumps. Because of that, he quickly slipped his arm beneath Ilusa’s neck and pushed it through to the other side so she would be lying on top of his arm. He grabbed her body and pulled her against him in a desperate attempt to shake off her cold. Of course, he got to feel her more than he should have, but it was the wind’s fault. Feeling rather silly at himself for getting so worked up, Astor let out a sigh as he enjoyed the budding heat between them. It was an interesting sensation, he felt camaraderie, arousal, and comfort all at the same time. Somehow they had managed to survive a siege together despite witnessing the atrocity of the battle all around them. While he wasn’t sure how she felt about the entire thing, the event had made him fully aware of how desensitized he was toward war and death, considering his profession. With one of his arms free to roam while the other held her close, Astor pressed his pointer and middle finger against the base of her tail and gently glided them upward until he reached her neck, and then her hair, eventually arriving at her ear, which he tenderly scratched and kneaded as if she was a house cat. “Yeah, I’m going to stay logged in as well, can’t miss the morning plans, plus, it's not so bad to have someone to sleep next to,” he responded tersely, though it seemed as though there were more that he wanted to say. “Hey… earlier when we witnessed all kinds of people dying and getting injured, I wasn’t really affected by it because… reasons, but are you okay seeing all that? ‘That’ was very real. I think I saw a lot players logging out because they couldn’t handle the rawness of war.” @Ilusa Nakhalee
For better, or worse, Ilusa was not aware of just how flustered Astor was, of just what an effect on the human she had. Or rather, her avatar had. One could applaud his poker face for that. As she snuggled to him, to his warmth and he asked if it was real beaver fur, she nodded and replied. “Yes. For free too.” If one did not count the energy spent while healing. She did not. Truth was that she had gotten her hands on many items like that; useful but also not giving any stats. More of comfort items really. They still showed their use here. Before she could try out to press herself even closer, even more, to get more warmth, he shouted and pulled her closer himself. His body was unfairly warmer, even though they both got soaked to the bone. She let out a trembling sigh as his hands, his skin felt so sinfully warm against her trembling body. His arm also made a good pillow and her one hand curled on his chest, feeling the steady, if a little bit quick heart-beat and her other went around him, finding his wide shoulder and pulled the fur tighter to him, sort of pulling it under his body to keep the cocoon of warmth steady. One of her legs weaselled itself between his legs, to steal more warmth and then one of his hands on her back started to move. The warm, large hand was chasing away the cold, centimetre by centimetre and she let out a very satisfied sigh. With her face so close to him, it surely tickled his naked skin there. Her eyes half-closed, enjoying this bliss, leaning into the caress just a little. And then, a bit strange sound echoed through the tent, the creator of it unaware. “Mrrrr~rrrwrrr~” Ilusa started to purr at the gentle ministrations to her ear. The sound started from her chest and was very much like that of the feline animals. Still, the second ear flicked at the surprisingly terse reply. It was as if the man was tense, which… He should not be. They were safe, fed, watered, warm and comfortable in the joint hold, skin to skin heating them up. It made her open the red eyes ‘Hm? When did I close them?’ and glance up at him. For the first time she consciously noticed the change of the hairstyle caused by the weather. It made him look softer, less severe. Perhaps bit inappropriately, she pondered just for a moment just what he used to make it stand up, before chasing that stray thought away. Which was just in time to hear a.. Somewhat heavy topic. It gave her bit of information, which she.. Suspected. The ease with which he directed the conflict, was not something she believed only a game could prepare one for. It meant there was a real-life experience. In fights and killing. Pondering that, she nuzzled him, his shoulder, bit of chest then neck, the purring softly trailing off. “Bit like you here. Not as affected. Because of... ‘Reasons’.” Truth was time at army often meant that they were the villains to others. Same when she was part of PCM, only there one could not even hide before duty to country. How often did they open fire to insurgents, people trying desperately to free themselves from tyrants? Money and contracts dictated who was gunned down and who was protected. The leader was one who gave orders. Even though she left this part of life behind her, it shaped her. “There are pros and cons of such realistic virtual reality.” She murmured lowly, but still loudly enough for him to hear, her own hand started to run up and down his back, his spine, then shifting the movements to circular ones, all in slow motions that were intended to relax him. “Dangers are just like in the real world. But, there are things which the world lacks, both good and back.. And in a way, dangers here are safer; won’t kill you forever.” It was lucky she had time tomorrow to play part of the healer for the siege. @Astor Balthas
Astor was rather surprised when his feline companion let out a purr that was no different than a house cat as he scratched the back of her ear. Since they were pressed together, he could hear the sound reverberate from her lungs; this amused him greatly and egged him to continue with the motion until she responded to his question. Her response was puzzling. As someone who regularly profiles criminals and getting into the head of evildoers, Astor instinctively attempted to read her. Fortunately, he caught himself in time and shook off the thought with an “I see” response following a disengagement from the conversation. It was a bad habit that he tried really hard to curb while he logged into the game. Whatever back story the player behind Ilusa had was not his concern, like how his real life problems are his own. They were here together in the virtual space to share a mutual experience they can only find in this space and that was enough for him. As the conversation trailed off and the breathing space between them get closer, Astor let Ilusa’s leg slip between his own in exchange for one of his legs to position itself similarly between hers. Although he was concerned with her being able to feel his rising length earlier, her twirling finger and nuzzling have relaxed him, letting him melt into her hot touch as he tight tension in his body softened. It was only then that he realized she was completely bare under the soft fur that had formed a cocoon around them. The way their legs were pressing against both of their intimate area allowed him to feel the center of her heat, while she felt his. When she nuzzled up against him, he instinctively grabbed and pulled her slender form right up against him, locking is big arms around her slender body, holding her in a close embrace. He enjoyed the dichotomy between their bodies, his form was big and blocky, his muscles, sharp and angular, and his, skin firm while she was soft and slender and there was a general preference toward roundness. He particularly enjoyed the way her mount rubbed against his chest whenever either of them make the tiniest motion. With his big hand running up and down her arm, Astor noticed that her shoulder and neck were particularly cold. “Hold still, you’re really cold here… got to fix that…” The blond leaned in and kissed the edge of her shoulder, feeling the coldness of her skin transferring onto his warm lips. He moved closer to her neck with his mouth, leaving behind a trail of kisses that should warm her up. When he arrived at the base of her neck, he pulled away without finishing the job. His neck was tired and he needed to straighten it. Cupping her jawline with his rough hand, Astor ran his thumb across Ilusa’s lips, which also felt rather cold. Moving his eyes from her lips up to meet her gaze. At that distance, he realized that he had never actually notice all of the features her face possessed, from her thick lashes, to the dark marking extending from the edge of her cheek inward, to the red eyes that looked deceptively similar to his own, though, there was a particular texture about them that was distinct from his own. Breaking the silence, Astor spoked with a deep voice, a sign of his relaxed state. “Well, there’s not only danger here, but all kinds of hazards, like hypothermia. Should I warm up these lips for you?” he said as he closed the distance between their mouth, giving her a chance to respond. With so little space between them, Astor could feel her hot breaths tickling his skin, it was a pleasing sensation.
There was warmth. There was precious, wonderful warmth that was slowly seeping through her skin to her insides. Astor was sinfully warm, his skin hot wherever she touched it with her own skin, her hands, or legs, or wherever he touched it. The warmth he excluded filled the cocoon, making the very air under the blanket, under the fur warm. It made her want to burrow her head into his body, the head that was sticking out from the warmth offered by the fur and thus any warmth her head and neck received it escaped there. Which was the only bad thing about that situation. So focused on the warmth and relaxation gained through it after such tiring day she was that it took her bit more to realise just how the situation developed. Mainly, it took Astor to pull her even closer so that she felt another source of heat, that happened to be also rather hard, for her to realise it. More precisely, it was not that she was not distantly aware of it, but that it had been long months since she felt so relaxed, since she shared warmth like that. And it will be many more months, if not years that she will not have such warmth in real life. After all, with her body in a state it was and the money she had, there existed danger, too much danger of gold diggers for her to even seriously entertain searching for such warmth outside. Thus she let herself melt into what she so missed, ignoring the signs that pointed to it going past a certain line. That he was taller and wider than her, that she could just sink into him and enjoy the feeling of being ‘protected’ made it all the much harder. But now she was faced with the proof that it was not as innocent from the other side than it had been from hers and there was a question in her mind floating. ‘Is that a bad development though?’ After all, Astor was a possessor of a very appealing aesthetically avatar. Muscular, but not overly so, with wide shoulders that she could feel under her hand and as her hand on his chest slipped lower she could also feel a nice six pack there. His hips were narrow and his legs were muscles too and what was surprising, his skin was rather startingly soft to touch. As shallow as it sounded, he truly was a great catch just going by the looks. He was familiar in a way, similarly hardened by the world outside. He made her think of her crew mates, giving her the sense of safety. Not to mention that he also had protected her in their past meetings, showed concern over her even while he was bloody and hurt himself. But, what made her seriously ponder just going along with it was what she knew of him and what they both did not know of each other (who they were in the real life, the anonymity that went with it, freedom and safety). He was not a bad choice, in fact, he might be the best choice she had now. …And it had been painfully long time. However that was also a back draw; quite a silly one might think, but she was honestly, seriously tired and sleepy. Not to mention the lack of privacy and if they went with it, she would rather have all the time needed to explore it, without the looming battle in few hours they should be spending on sleep. Those musings were cut short as he spoke, hot hand caressing her shoulder. She was not so cold anymore, but she still was not warm; it sadly took time to get the warmth back once she lost it. “Hm~” Those lips felt hot against her skin, the trail that left like a warming salve; it was pleasant. She would not lie, was adult enough to know that her own interest was stirred. A soft, almost disappointed sigh escaped her when he pulled away, not touching her neck. Her chin is cupped and her head moved and she does not oppose it, letting their eyes meet. Even in the night-time, there was enough light fro her to see his features, see the eyes in colour of blood, the lowered bangs. She held his gaze, interest warring with tiredness, a bit of mirth sparking at the line. “Mhm.” On her lips, she could feel his breath; he surely could feel hers on his lips. “But only a little bit.” Ilusa said and closed the distance between them, soft lips pressing against his. The sensation… Was weird in how normal it felt. For a moment the kiss was chaste, before she flicked her tongue over his lips and then turned the kiss into a deeper one. There was a slight aftertaste of the chicken and something else that was probably his taste. Her own heart speeds up its beat, the tail swaying inside the cocoon, sliding against her leg and his leg. It was interesting how sliding her tail against his naked leg felt different than doing so against his clothed waist. It was warm, warmth poured from his lips, stirring her and quickening her breath. Then she pulled, tongue licking her lips, crimson eyes watching him seriously and with a sigh she confessed. “Too bad the privacy is somewhat lacking, we have a siege to win in few hours, our sleep meter needs to be cared for and I’m honestly tired.” At least the sleep will be best, snuggled to such warmth surrounded by a feeling of safety. “But let’s stay like that, you’re so wa-arm.” The last word was stretched because of a yawn. @Astor Balthas
Breathy gasps came to Astor’s lips as she pressed her lips against his. Those pair of lips that felt rather cool before was now searing against his. He enjoyed how soft her flesh felt as he moved his head and realigning his lips on hers. When the keep got deeper and more personal, Astor had a taste of Ilusa. However, as he pried her mouth open and pushed his tongue into her oral confine, the blandness from the chicken from earlier continued to haunt him still, but he was able to differentiate her special taste. Quickly enough, the cocoon was filled with the sound of their sloppy kiss and heavy sighs. Astor allowed his body to melt against Ilusa’s as they became entwined, seemingly unable to be separated. “Hmmrg…” tried as he might Astor was unable to hold back a deep and muffled moan. Given the hot and heavy atmosphere, he began to move his knee as well, pressing against her intimate nether as she stroked his leg with her tail. But even though the sun rises each day, it also sets. Astor’s sun had set as Ilusa hit him with a dose of logistics. He was THE raid commander for the siege and the attack was to happen in a few short hours. There was no way they would have been able to indulge themselves without being tired during the siege. Before he could respond, he was infected by Ilusa’s yawn as well. “Wee-eell, that is true. Celebration can be had after the battle…” It didn’t take long for Astor to fall prey to the encroaching sleep that has seduced him behind Ilusa’s back all this time. At last, he gave in. After Astor finally fell into a deep slumber while continuing to hold Ilusa, it only seemed as though he had nodded off for a few minutes before a shout woke him up. Jerking up from the warm cocoon, he tiredly closed and opened his palm, looking at the time. It was earlier than he would have liked, but he had great responsibility on his shoulders now. “What?” he grunted in a rather aggressive tone as he bent his knee and drew his right leg closer to his chest. He let out a subdued yawn as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The Yladian who had interrupted his slumber quickly peeled the entrance into the tent opened, allowing the cold air and strong rain to enter the tent, not that it mattered anyways, considering that there was a minor flood beneath their tent now, he could feel the instability in the ground where the strong rain had turned it into a soupy mess. Astor could have sworn their tent has been sliding toward the river since they fell asleep. “Sir, the Yladian Siege Taskmaster is ready to divulge the plan of invasion, he would like you to be present at the commander’s tent over at the siege cam—uuh, sorry, did I interrupt something?” the young man quickly became flustered when he saw the situation in the tent, with Astor displaying his bare chest while his companion was in a similar state. “Uuuh... it’s not what it looks like…” Astor said in a sluggish voice. “M-my apologies commander, I u-uhh, will go now. Excuse me… please come whenever you’re done. I mean to the tent, not-uh... I... Sorry,” and with that awkward exchange, the soldier disappeared into the dusky storm. Unable to squeeze another word in, Astor resigned to his fate. @Ilusa Nakhalee
It seemed her words worked on him, dousing his excitement. It was something she could see in his eyes, that dimmed as the logic of her argument won over the desire. It was also, a part of her mind noted, a little cute how he became infected by her yawn and how his words were drawn by his yawn. At his words, she just murmured something that could be taken as affirmative and then dropped off to the land of sleep. After all, the ability to go to sleep almost completely on command was very valuable at her former work. As was being easy to wake up according to the inner, mental clock. It was a very, very good sleep, but in the end, she woke up. Early, because she needed to do something in the other world. Mainly eat breakfast, take a shower, do light training, take shower again, drink some water and.. return to the game. Which was why she snuggled to the sleeping Astor and typed a message. Ilusa Nakhalee Astor, loging-out to eat breakfast, etc, will be back before the start of siege Then she put her avatar back to ‘sleep’ and logged out. After she did what she wrote, feeling energised, she got back into the virtual world. She came to hearing some odd, unknown voice, sounding bit flustered. There was a cold air running over her bare skin and she frowned a little. “Hmrr?” Trying to get closer to the source of heat, hands wrapping around the waist and leg, unknowingly causing certain misunderstanding to become even more prominent. After some time she opened a single eye and tightened her hands around Astor. “I’m back. What did I miss?” She asked, pulling the fur over herself to hide from the cold. Then she decided to sit up too, pulling herself up and snuggling to his side; he was still warmer than she was. Clenching her hand close then open to see the needs meter she was satisfied to see that all sans the food and water were filled up nicely. And she decided to do something about it. That is, take out the cookies and water from her inventory and share them. Those were normal cookies and water, without any special effects, but they still would fill the needs meter. Still, she had no jugs so they would have to share the water, drinking it from the same thing; not that it was a concern for her. “Hmm.. I slept good~ You were very comfortable…” Ilusa murmured, smiling happily and as she finished her cookies, she stretched her hands and back in this avatar. That this action made the fur fall from her upper body, well. Her hair was not long enough to hide anything. “You might want to eat breakfast before starting the siege in real life too.” As if not caring for her current state of undress, Ilusa said that, and then pressed her body forward, to stretch, hands touching the feet easily and she started a small count down. @Astor Balthas
Astor held his head in deep contemplation as Ilusa seemed to lack any sense of decency around him and other people, which made it incredibly difficult for his reputation… or (now) complete lack of it. Letting out a quick sigh, he had to remind her. “You do realize how it looks that you’re in a tent with me before the siege right? Now rumors are going to eat me alive!” Despite moaning outwardly, Astor still very much enjoyed her company inwardly. After Ilusa reminded him that he needed to take care of his real life needs as well, Astor realized that he probably should log out and get everything ready in preparation for the siege. Leaning back into the furry bedding once more, Astor opened his palm menu and logged out. Just as the countdown started, he stared at Ilusa and said, “I’m logging out for a bit, keep my body safe.” It was super early in the morning when he stirred awake and settled back in his real body. The pain from his bullet wound radiated as he quickly got up and looked out the window, to find Boston's dark sky relatively safe from rain. Heading into the bathroom, he quickly brushed his teeth, took a shower, bathroom break, and then breakfast. Once he had refreshed himself, the detective came back to his bed and lay down once more. When he returned, his in-game needs started taking over as his stomach elicited a loud growl. He was thirsty and hungry, a deadly combo of needs waiting to be fulfilled. As Ilusa mentioned that he was comfortable, Astor got a flash back to the night before where he woke up suddenly and couldn’t fall back to sleep for a while. This ended up putting him in a rather awkward and uncomfortable position until he drifted off once more. Regardless, he had not had that kind of physical fulfillment in a long time. Being able to hold someone he cared about (?) in his arms was pleasant, and that wasn’t likely their last either. “Well, if this was real life, we would have saved a lot of money on heating, right?” he commented, not knowing the financial disparity between their real life selves. Finally getting up and retrieving his clothes from his inventory, Astor donned his attire manually because he was used to it. Pulling his pants up to his waist, while still bare-chested, he came over to Ilusa and nudged her so she would put whatever morsel she had into his mouth. When he was done with his trouser, Astor slipped on the top part of his armor before he took the cup she was holding and dumped all of the water down his throat, quenching his thirst. Finally, after the boots came on, the blonde headed toward the entrance. He did, however, take a few seconds to admire Ilusa’s buxom rear as he passed her by. Before he left, he turned to his feline companion and said, “could you help clean up the camp here? There’s an important siege meeting I have to get to before we start the siege.” Once he receive any kind of response, he would use it as a cue to leave the tent in which they shared a steamy night in. “Find me on the field later!” /exits thread @Ilusa Nakhalee
It seemed that when she was logged out, someone came into the tent, saw them sleeping together and came to wrong conclusions. It would explain those odd sounds she had heard while enjoying the warmth when she returned back to the game. For a moment she pondered if it really was such big deal, after all, wasn’t he believed to have been a slaver from some magical slave ring? Besides, it was not reality. But, perhaps that was too shallow of her; perhaps Astor cared greatly for his reputation in that game? In such case, it was best to apologise. “Sorry.” Ilusa said scooting closer to him and looked up at him with eyes that showed sincerity. Her hand touched his shoulder and in a way, the view might soothe any irritation Astor would have felt. But then came the rest of her apology. “I did not expect someone would just come inside a private tent.” Then as he said that he would log out, she nodded to show understanding. “I will keep your body safe.” The felis promised. It was perhaps luck that no one heard their talk. She had kept him safe so when he returned, she grinned and welcomed him back. “I guess so?” she replied not sounding too sure; currently, it was not something she had to think about. “Anyway, it’s nicer to not be alone.” After that, it was a surprisingly domestic scene. He put on the clothes the manual way, which, quite honestly was a rather nice feast on the eyes. She took out the cotton fabrics and started to fold them before putting them back to her inventory, checking and rearranging her inventory, noticing how some of the reagents were starting to get low. Willingly, she shared food (he reminded her of a chick who leaned to their parent to be fed, and if her fingers lingered on his lips as she fed him, piece by piece, well, one could say it was an accident) and gave him water. As he left, he said words that gave her hint as to what to do. “Sure Astor. Good luck at the meeting, may it be fruitful.” And as he went out, she plopped onto the fur, before quickly equipping the clothes in a quick way and started to clean up the tent. The clothes were not exactly dry, but they were not really wet, definitely not soaked so she patted herself mentally on the back for not sleeping in them …Only for it to become a moot point as when she stepped outside the tent, the rain poured down on her soaking her to the bones. “…” Looking very much like a drowned cat, she was definitely not happy. Still, it was time to help. @Astor Balthas /end of thread
