((It is a little graphic, I am not entirely certian what is considered 'inappropriate to post', but should this offend or disgust anyone, I apologise
in advance.))
Chalyse sat in her favorite armchair by the fire, a large book in her lap and a wine glass in one hand. Though the snow was softly falling outside the window, making a picturesque scene about the little mountain cottage, a nagging apprehension tugged at her insides. She glanced out the window every so often, enjoying her storybook but not allowing herself to become lost in it as usual. She wanted to be alert.
The wine was good and sweet, and the cottage was warm and comfortable. But it never did feel complete with Durjaya gone. And he did not even have the luxury of producing his own body heat...
Just as this thought crossed her mind, the door opened softly and an imposing robed figure stepped inside. The form was hunched and obviously masculine, far larger than she. The figure walked with a cane that clicked on the floor when he walked.
He stumbled into the living room with a large cloth sack obviously getting in his way, blocking him at odd angles and causing him to trip on his robes to cause yet another stumble. He began to spit and hiss, muttering curses under his breath. Rather than rising to help him, the girl simply watched with a smirk.
She lifted an eyebrow at him and sipped from her glass, her collected exterior betraying no sign of the depth of her worry.
"Rough day, love?" Was her sardonic greeting.
"Idiot girl!" He growled, whipping around to face her with already precarious balance. His tail got caught in the door, and he ranted as he disengaged it.
"Sssuppose YOU go out next time, sssee how well YOU enjoy it! You, with your own warmpth, and your hair!"
"Mmm." She made a noncommital noise as their small house kitten jumped into her lap.
"Sssilly child, you could at leassst help me take thisss bag inssside."
She grinned then, and stood, setting her things aside and moving to assist him. When everything was settled in the kitchen nearby, she brought him into a hug, and he curled his long, lithe tail around her waist, snuggling in close to her warmpth. The touch of his scales was cold enough to raise goosebumps along her skin, but she buried her face in his chest anyway, allowing him to draw her body heat.
She felt him hiss softly in response to her touch, his tail squeeze a little tighter, and his lip scales press against her forehead.
"Sssweet child." Was all he had to say.
She glanced up to smile at him, but gasped at what she saw. A rotting hole where one eye used to be, she swore she saw something squirming inside the socket. His scales were dry and falling off of him, and so she released him quickly. There was a terrible smell in the air around him, a terrible mixture of rotting meat, wet dirt, and cut grass.
"Durjaya!" She reached out, but was afraid to touch him, his lip scales had peeled away and fallen to the floor, leaving only a leering grin on the familiar face, sharp teeth yellowed over.
"I told you to go out next time, I just now told you! But you didn't listen, you left me to go out there alone..." His voice was very different, a harsh boom, deeper than his usual quiet tenor, and lacking the hissing quality she was used to.
"I.. you wouldn't let me, you said because I was so sick--"
She awoke with a start, the sheets tangled around her waist. Sitting slowly up, she untangled herself and stared into the dark. She was sweating.
Chalyse sat in her favorite armchair by the fire, a large book in her lap and a wine glass in one hand. Though the snow was softly falling outside the window, making a picturesque scene about the little mountain cottage, a nagging apprehension tugged at her insides. She glanced out the window every so often, enjoying her storybook but not allowing herself to become lost in it as usual. She wanted to be alert.
The wine was good and sweet, and the cottage was warm and comfortable. But it never did feel complete with Durjaya gone. And he did not even have the luxury of producing his own body heat...
Just as this thought crossed her mind, the door opened softly and an imposing robed figure stepped inside. The form was hunched and obviously masculine, far larger than she. The figure walked with a cane that clicked on the floor when he walked.
He stumbled into the living room with a large cloth sack obviously getting in his way, blocking him at odd angles and causing him to trip on his robes to cause yet another stumble. He began to spit and hiss, muttering curses under his breath. Rather than rising to help him, the girl simply watched with a smirk.
She lifted an eyebrow at him and sipped from her glass, her collected exterior betraying no sign of the depth of her worry.
"Rough day, love?" Was her sardonic greeting.
"Idiot girl!" He growled, whipping around to face her with already precarious balance. His tail got caught in the door, and he ranted as he disengaged it.
"Sssuppose YOU go out next time, sssee how well YOU enjoy it! You, with your own warmpth, and your hair!"
"Mmm." She made a noncommital noise as their small house kitten jumped into her lap.
"Sssilly child, you could at leassst help me take thisss bag inssside."
She grinned then, and stood, setting her things aside and moving to assist him. When everything was settled in the kitchen nearby, she brought him into a hug, and he curled his long, lithe tail around her waist, snuggling in close to her warmpth. The touch of his scales was cold enough to raise goosebumps along her skin, but she buried her face in his chest anyway, allowing him to draw her body heat.
She felt him hiss softly in response to her touch, his tail squeeze a little tighter, and his lip scales press against her forehead.
"Sssweet child." Was all he had to say.
She glanced up to smile at him, but gasped at what she saw. A rotting hole where one eye used to be, she swore she saw something squirming inside the socket. His scales were dry and falling off of him, and so she released him quickly. There was a terrible smell in the air around him, a terrible mixture of rotting meat, wet dirt, and cut grass.
"Durjaya!" She reached out, but was afraid to touch him, his lip scales had peeled away and fallen to the floor, leaving only a leering grin on the familiar face, sharp teeth yellowed over.
"I told you to go out next time, I just now told you! But you didn't listen, you left me to go out there alone..." His voice was very different, a harsh boom, deeper than his usual quiet tenor, and lacking the hissing quality she was used to.
"I.. you wouldn't let me, you said because I was so sick--"
She awoke with a start, the sheets tangled around her waist. Sitting slowly up, she untangled herself and stared into the dark. She was sweating.
