Fuvemill Lake

The night time sky are one of the many things that Fyuria uses to take solace in a world where her kind are prosecuted and in a time where war runs rampant across her once peaceful home. Home is in shambles now and so fighting for vengeance is the only thing keeping her afloat. Or at least it was for vengeance, now she isn't really quite sure. Something compels her to keep fighting that is stronger than revenge. What it is, she isn't really quite sure she is ready to confess to anyone.

"Leonhardt."

His name somehow escapes her lips and she finds herself blushing while attempting to silence herself, afraid that she may utter his name one out of habit. Then movements from behind take Fyuria away from her trance.

"There you are," speaking of Leonhardt; he is slowly approaching her from behind with that same caring voice. "Do you not feel cold?"

Fyuria turns to face him, not really understanding the nature of his question. The usual angry expression that is evident in her face isn't the one that meets him, instead it's a complacent and almost relieved look. Something that Leonhardt isn't used to.

"Eh? No. I am perfectly fine," aside from the confusion tugging at her, everything is as she says. "In fact the wind feels rather nice."

Leonhardt's reaction is somewhat confusing for Fyuria. For a moment she thought he looked down then up as if his eyes are studying her form.

"I see…"

Are the only two words he says, which somewhat mirrors his expression mere moments ago. Fyuria looks down unable to truly grasp the feeling that is boiling within her. The feeling only enhances as the awkward silence ensues and Leonhardt seems to just stare at her but quickly stares away whenever she returns the gesture. Finally she breaks the silence.

"…I-is there something you need?"

"Ah. I…" the confidence seems to be dwindling, or is Fyuria imagining things that she wants to imagine? "How have you been, of late?"

"Much the same as I always am, but perhaps I should be asking you that question. Are you alright?"

Despite the stoic expression Fyuria manages to put up, despite the words that she expressed about being 'the same', deep down the Syrium knows nothing has been the same. Her thoughts are all filled with Leonhardt and it drives her insane. She had cursed herself for letting that strange woman, Dyashana, get near her, thinking that she may have put a spell on her; Something that makes her so compelled by the Golden Leo's presence.

"It's a spell!" she tells her self. "He is human and I am Syrium!"

"Ah, yes I…" Fyuria wasn't imagining things in regards to the lack of confidence that usually abides by Leonhardt's words. His tone is shaky and somewhat reserved for some reason. "It is nothing… Am I interrupting something? I only thought to perhaps enjoy a conversation…"

"I see…" were the only words that Fyuria could utter. "What would he want to talk to me about…? And why…?"

"I apologize. I shall leave now…"

Fyuria gasps at those words that left his mouth. Part of her wants him to simply just go and be on his way, but a bigger part of her truly wants more than that. Fyuria truly wants him to stay and perhaps she can find some answers to the confusion that are bombarding her very being. Deciding that she should make a move, Fyuria speaks up despite her ambivalence.

"Oh… well… if you are not otherwise engaged, perhaps you would take a walk with me?"

"Eh? A walk? For what purpose?" the question shocked Leonhardt as much as it shocked Fyuria for asking, though she seems confident in answering.

"To search for shooting stars."

Leonhardt pauses at Fyuria's statement. For a moment both the Syrium and the Golden Leo stare at each other, both obviously lost at each other's presence and their reaction. When he was able to, Leo responds which brings glee within Fyuria. The night was theirs and Fyuria couldn't be any happier. Though someone wasn't quite fond of how things are turning out. Observing form a distance, Luana huffs and walks away, completely 'satisfied' with what she had witnessed the last few days between the two. It truly is time for her to make a move.


Next Day

Bathing in the lake have never felt this cathartic despite Fyuria doing the same cleansing routine as she always has. It wasn't so much how she is bathing, it's the fact that this lake has some sentimental value after last night. While the meaning of Syrium legends may not have fully donned on Leonhardt, the fact that he stayed and watched the reflection of the sky on this very lake with her, and the fact that they even saw a shooting star together—Fyuria blushes at that thought and the feeling of warmth and other unexplainable sensation starts to bombard her very being. Though part of her feels rather silly for thinking that an old Syrium tale can truly define Leonhardt as her soul mate because they saw a shooting star together. The shade of red starts to deepen at the thought of last night and Fyuria would've been lost in her own thoughts for a long time if it wasn't for some out of place movements she hears not too far away. Scanning the area, Fyuria quickly realizes that the sounds made are from a group of goblins that happen to be walking to her direction. Without so much as wasting time, Fyuria jumps out of the water and rushes to where her daggers are, unsheathing them and quickly prepares for a fight. Though finding herself naked and completely unprepared, Fyuria knows that she must use her wits and not be reckless. A group of five goblins could prove fatal if not dealt with prudently. With a snarl that resembles laughter, the goblins attack the moment they saw her.

In no time, Fyuria clashes with one, feigning away from the goblin's blunt weapon before retaliating with her daggers, cutting its arm, forcing it to drop its weapon. The next one comes, and a strange aroma passes Fyuria's nostrils from being so close to the beast; she has slain more than a few in her lifetime and she doesn't recall goblins carrying a scent such as these ones carry. Then again, goblins and orcs haven't been acting the way they are since the strange events that are occurring so perhaps whatever magic are influencing them also influenced their scent? Having dabbled in the thought for too long, Fyuria guts one after avoiding its claws, sending the green beast down on its knees before kicking it away to die. Targeting her next opponent, Fyuria takes her next few steps towards it but her head suddenly feels heavy and her vision blurs momentarily. The moment of distortion causes her to stumble, leaving her open for an attack.

"The show merely started, dearest," a familiar voice comes out of nowhere, "now is not the time to rest!"

Out of all the people to help her in a tight spot it would be the person she least likes the most. However, if it weren't for the arrival of Luana, the Goblin's attack would have probably been lethal. Not only did Luana give Fyuria a moment's reprieve, she also evened out the odds. Two goblins had fallen thanks to Fyuria's efforts from earlier, but with her head reacting quite peculiar, Fyuria would definitely benefit from a little hand. A few slash here, a bit of unorthodox attack there, and with Luana applying the final blow on the last goblin, the battle is won leaving the two women panting, gripping their weapons, and all the while their bare skins are spotted from the blood of their kills. Taking a few more deep breaths, Fyuria turns to Luana who is not in her usual attire but scantily wearing lingerie that is oddly mirroring her usual color schemes.

"What are you doing here?" Fyuria finally breaks the silence as she drops her fighting stance to a more neutral one.

"In dire need for some cleansing, my dear! Whatever could I be doing here wearing these clothes?"

Fyuria takes a better look at Luana's choice of clothing and quickly realizes that she is in swimming attire. Of course a touch of sensuality would be part of Luana's choice for swimwear and artistically distributed colors that are of course adhering to her usual pink, black, and white color scheme. What Fyuria doesn't exactly want to say out loud nor exude in her expression is that Luana is rather attracting. The arrogant smile still lingers and the golden locks still neatly framing her hair, held up in the same black and pink bow. Her green eyes sparkling as she keeps a strong but seemingly concerned gaze at Fyuria.

"You were planning on swimming here?"

"Why wouldn't I?" Luana responds defensively. "This lake was the place I thought I would gain some privacy from Winfield's perversion!"

What Fyuria doesn't mention is that the lake now holds sentimental value after last night. Leave it to Luana to use it as a means to warrant her privacy. Of course little does Fyuria know that Luana is all too aware of what occurred in Fuvemill Lake and obviously picked the lake for the purpose of getting under the Syrium's skin. Though unfortunately for Fyuria, she has bigger things to worry about than the tainting of her newfound sentiment.

"Ooohh…"

"Fyuria!" Luana catches the Syrium as she stumbles forward, nearly falling to the ground. "Is something amiss?"

"I …. I do not… know…"

Luana had to drop her weapons to truly get enough grip to get Fyuria back to a standing and stable position. For a few moments, Luana stays close as Fyuria tries her best to settle her spinning head.

"Dearest, I think you need to rest," Luana's voice regains some of her glee, as Fyuria is at least able to stand on her own two feet. "Come, let me aid you."

"The gesture is appreciated, however I would rather find myself back in my own tent."

"While that might be sound," Luana catches Fyuria again, "logically, my tent is closer. And I happen to know some techniques to aid one to relax and feel much better."

In her 'short' life span(for a syrium), Fyuria can't exactly say she has felt this kind of abnormality. Something about the feeling makes her believe that the goblins are to be the ones to blame; after all, she didn't start feeling this way until she came across that small pack. Unable to manage standing on her own without leaning on to Luana, Fyuria nods reluctantly.

"Very well…" Fyuria's voice is now as low as a whisper, "but I need to gather my things."

"Do not fret! I'll carry them for you."

Doing as she says and hoisting Fyuria's things in one arm, Luana aids the weakened Syrium, leading her in a slow and cautious trek towards her camp. A small grin forms on the blonde dancer's lips as she looks back and catches a glimpse of the dead goblins.

"She never suspected a thing," Luana thinks to herself as her grin grows wider. Deciding that focusing on the task at hand should be priority, Luana keeps Fyuria's balance, leading her with careful footsteps towards her planned destination.

Fyuria won't openly admit it, but Luana's tent is quite welcoming. It's not like the tents that she has been sleeping in, in fact it doesn't seem like a tent at all. While it may fit a description in terms of size, aesthetically, it goes against everything that Fyuria has seen inside a tent. Decorated and furnished all too well with Luana's taste, Fyuria could almost roll her eyes with such fanciness but refrains from doing so for a myriad of reasons. For one, Luana's hospitality should not be spat on, especially when Luana had every right not to offer such kindness. Not to mention, she finds herself in a rather relaxing position: lying down comfortably on her front while Luana is applying her gentle but soothing massaging touch. Rescuing her from goblins apparently wasn't enough for one day; giving Fyuria relaxation time would also be part of the good deed. The Syrium of course can't complain. It has been a long time since she has had any rest and recuperation and with the stammering headache that was bothering her, she needed as much of the said solace as she can take.

"Ooh.. mmm…" Fyuria lets out a slight moan as Luana's massages her. "… Right there…"

Luana doesn't say anything, instead she just responds by just applying more pressure and doing what she knows will hit the proper areas for Fyuria.

"You are quite good," the Syrium comments again. "A little bit lower…"

The affect of her plans had seeped itself into Fyuria's body far stronger than Luana had ever anticipated. She can feel knots and stress on every part of the Syrium's lithe body as she runs her bare hands through the soft skin. While all of this is particularly entertaining to Luana, the reason why she grins with such exuberance is the fact that it will all come to a full circle soon.

"Phew… oh, that feels good there…" as Fyuria says those words in a low and content tone, Luana's hands immediately shifts positions. "?! Wh—what are you doing?!"

Taking her by complete surprise, Fyuria is unable to react accordingly as Luana grabs both her hands and pulls them over her head and quickly starts binding them with coarse and strong cord. In a flourish, Fyuria's hands are bound together over her head and lashed to something strong, keeping her arms straight. Without so much of a moment's notice, Luana does the same to her feet, tying them together by the ankles and reciprocating the same procedure of binding them to the corner of the bed, forcing Fyuria's bare legs to straighten out. The whole ordeal did not take Luana any time to accomplish and with Fyuria being weakened and unprepared, the blonde dancer barely broke a sweat from forcing the situation upon her. Enjoying what is in front of her, Luana trails her fingers from Fyuria's bare soles, calf, slithering it up behind her knee, and up higher, until finally she reaches for the hem of Fyuria's towel that is barely covering the Syrium's modesty.

"S-Stop… that tickles!" Fyuria exclaims with as much defiance as she can.

"I'll have to admit, you are beautiful, Fyuria," pulling the towel up, Fyuria's bottom is now unceremoniously displayed. "Beautiful and… tempting, I might add."

"Wh-what… is the meaning of this, you witch?!"

"And such a delight when you struggle so exuberantly."

Fyuria might be tugging on her bonds with as much effort as Luana states, however the result is fairly obvious that she isn't getting out. The rope work is superb and Fyuria had accomplished nothing but weakening herself even more. After a few moments of struggling, she stops and takes in as much air as she can before looking over with narrowed eyes to see what Luana is up to. Though almost immediately, she regrets what she sees and her wide eyes conveys the dread that takes over her defiance.

"But it's time to teach you a lesson, animal," Luana holds a wooden crop, giggling as she lets it hit the palm of her hand playfully. "You've been very naughty, you know that?"

"S-stop… don't you dar—aaaiiieeee!"

Luana struck Fyuria's naked behind causing the Syrium to jerk in her bonds, screaming in both shock and pain. After the sting had worked its way with her, Fyuria pulls on the ropes once more, glaring at Luana.

"How dare you!" Fyuria shouts with as much hate as she can muster. "When I get free, you shall suffer so much pain that you'd wish you never joined Leonhardt's cause!"

"Oh? Am I now?" Luana delivers another blow on Fyuria's bottom causing yet another howl of pain to echo. "Should I act frightened for you, dear?"

Luana lets loose another strike, and another, and by the third one, Fyuria is screaming from the top of her lungs. Tears forming and cascading down her cheeks and onto the bed while her bare bottom is now throbbing in a red shade. Luana giggles yet again, putting the crop down for a moment before walking in front of her helpless and very angry captive. Meeting Fyuria's hateful eyes, Luana reaches for something, again adding a giggle, speaking with such jubilance as she finds herself mere inches from Fyuria's face.

"You're being too loud, dearest! I can't—"

"I WILL HURT YOU!" despite her fatigue, Fyuria manages to let loose her hate. "DO NOT THINK FOR A MOMENT YOU- AAAHHH! HEEEUUU!"

Too wrapped up with her rage, Fyuria was unable to realize that Luana had grabbed a bit gag and cleaves it between her lips. Forcing the vile leather object between her teeth took little effort and so Luana makes certain that it digs uncomfortably, pulling it tautly, digging it relentlessly into the corners of Fyuria's mouth. The result is of course what Luana wanted: humiliating, incoherent complaints, and of course it adds more discomfort to an already distressed captive.

"Nupfh meh gu! Nupfh meh gu chihghfh nuuh ufh uhihffh!"

Fyuria's gag talk falls on deaf ears as Luana merely pets her in the head and proceeds walk behind her captive. Enraged and frightened at the next possible thing that could happen, Fyuria contorts herself to the best of her ability to catch a sight of Luana behind her. Once again the infamous crop is in Luana's grasp and Fyuria's struggles are renewed, pulling, twisting, and screaming to the top of her lungs only to find that she adds more stress to her already drained out body. Finding that this is the best time, Luana strikes her hard once more.

"AAAAHHHH!"

"My dear little Fyuria," Luana chides as she pokes the Syrium's red cheeks with the tip of her crop, "you should stop straining yourself, you know."

Luana strikes once more and Fyuria throws her head up, screaming in fury. Drool escaping her gagged mouth as she lets loose her garbled complaint.

"No one is coming to rescue you," another strike, "and the reason is because they'll be looking at the wrong direction."

After those words, Luana strikes Fyuria one after another without any sort of pattern to the space in between. Some strikes are hard, others are softer, but regardless, the screams coming from her all equal the same amount of pain. Tears now streaming from her face and every time the crop comes down, drool joins the stream, further moistening the bed under her. The stinging pain is now burning and even the moment of reprieve from between Luana's strike only enhances the burning sensation. When finally Luana seems to have stopped her attack, Fyuria drops her head on the bed, sobbing uncontrollably both in anger and humiliation.

"Oh if you haven't guessed already, I planned that attack. Those goblins that my men and I caught were doused with a few toxins that… well," even Luana's hand touching Fyuria's behind causes the Syrium to groan through her gag in pain, "it did the job to make you such an easy catch."

Fyuria's reaction to the revelation isn't as lively as Luana hoped it would be, but she takes it as also a good thing since the initial 'beating' with the wooden crop apparently took its toll on her. With a pleasant smile etched on her face, Luana takes the crop and walks in view of her captor. Using the end of the crop, Luana tilts Fyuria's chin upwards so that they could meet eye to eye.

"We're going to have lots of fun and educational time together, Fyuria. I'm going to make sure you remember that Leonhardt is mine," those words elicits a snarl from Fyuria. "I don't need animals trying to mark their territory on something that is already mandated by fate."

With those words said, Fyuria follows Luana with her eyes as she walks behind her again, out of view, and most likely about to do what she has been doing: continue to humiliate Fyuria. With a sound of a blunt item slashing across the air, Fyuria screams through clenched teeth against the bit as she is stuck once again; with the first strike resuming, another follows, and another, until Fyuria is crying as much as she is screaming.

To Be Continued.