Demon Child
1: Milk
She didn't understand why the ceiling was blue with white puffs. It was cool and she could feel dampness under her feet. The ground was green and choppy. A light peeped through the overlying puffs and shone into her sensitive eyes. She winced and whimpered a bit while she quickly turned away letting her long hair cover her face from the penetrating light. This was so odd and foreign. She opened her eyes and realized flaxen colored strands was caressing her body, her bare body. She had to touch herself. This couldn't be real. She couldn't be real.
She tried to stand but her legs wobbled and she stumbled to the ground. It hurt. There was a small bruise on her delicate skin. Tears rolled down her cheeks. With a collective sniff she crawled towards a creek. She cautiously put her finger in the flowing transparent liquid but quickly pulled it out. She curiously licked her finger. It was tasteless. She cooed with delight. Happily she cupped her hands together and gathered more of that liquid and drank it. It was refreshing.
She muttered something to her as if she was commending herself on day's achievements then drifted off to sleep.
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"Elves." Gimli mumbled, irritated, "You didn't have to follow me you know."
"I need to fill my canteen. Dwarf," Legolas responded coolly.
"Aagghh." moan the exasperated dwarf.
Silence was actually achieved while the two walked swiftly to the creek. However aside from the grass bristling against their feet Legolas could hear a sort of purring. He paused and listening intently making Gimli halt as well. His nostrils flared as he was gathering a scent. It was like warm milk, the sweet pure scent of a baby. Gimli also responded to the pleasant aroma.
"My what a heavenly smell!" Gimli exclaimed.
"Shut up." Legolas shushed, annoying his dwarf companion. He moved across the ground making no sound at all. He heard rustling. He turned to Gimli but he had not moved. Baffled, the elf looked left, right, and behind him. He looked down and there was this naked women sleeping, purring like an infant child.
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This was beyond bizarre. Is she hurt? Was she disowned? Well if she was disowned her family would at least put some clothes on her. Her body was slender and had graceful curves. Legolas frowned at the bruise on her hip before draping his cloak over her. He turned towards Gimli and shared a confused look. Finally something they agree on.
"Humans are a strange kind," the dwarf said.
"Aye. I have never seen anything so odd," she had such placid look on her face and an adorable smile Legolas thought surely nothing.bad had happened. Certainly no man harmed her in that way.
She really did smell like warm milk.
She didn't understand why the ceiling was blue with white puffs. It was cool and she could feel dampness under her feet. The ground was green and choppy. A light peeped through the overlying puffs and shone into her sensitive eyes. She winced and whimpered a bit while she quickly turned away letting her long hair cover her face from the penetrating light. This was so odd and foreign. She opened her eyes and realized flaxen colored strands was caressing her body, her bare body. She had to touch herself. This couldn't be real. She couldn't be real.
She tried to stand but her legs wobbled and she stumbled to the ground. It hurt. There was a small bruise on her delicate skin. Tears rolled down her cheeks. With a collective sniff she crawled towards a creek. She cautiously put her finger in the flowing transparent liquid but quickly pulled it out. She curiously licked her finger. It was tasteless. She cooed with delight. Happily she cupped her hands together and gathered more of that liquid and drank it. It was refreshing.
She muttered something to her as if she was commending herself on day's achievements then drifted off to sleep.
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"Elves." Gimli mumbled, irritated, "You didn't have to follow me you know."
"I need to fill my canteen. Dwarf," Legolas responded coolly.
"Aagghh." moan the exasperated dwarf.
Silence was actually achieved while the two walked swiftly to the creek. However aside from the grass bristling against their feet Legolas could hear a sort of purring. He paused and listening intently making Gimli halt as well. His nostrils flared as he was gathering a scent. It was like warm milk, the sweet pure scent of a baby. Gimli also responded to the pleasant aroma.
"My what a heavenly smell!" Gimli exclaimed.
"Shut up." Legolas shushed, annoying his dwarf companion. He moved across the ground making no sound at all. He heard rustling. He turned to Gimli but he had not moved. Baffled, the elf looked left, right, and behind him. He looked down and there was this naked women sleeping, purring like an infant child.
~:~ ~:~ ~:~
This was beyond bizarre. Is she hurt? Was she disowned? Well if she was disowned her family would at least put some clothes on her. Her body was slender and had graceful curves. Legolas frowned at the bruise on her hip before draping his cloak over her. He turned towards Gimli and shared a confused look. Finally something they agree on.
"Humans are a strange kind," the dwarf said.
"Aye. I have never seen anything so odd," she had such placid look on her face and an adorable smile Legolas thought surely nothing.bad had happened. Certainly no man harmed her in that way.
She really did smell like warm milk.
