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Chapter Two
"I have been watching you for a time as we travel.You have a pleasing look about you, I think.The sort of musculature that does make a woman swoon with desire." Viconia murmured the next day.
Saronax stared at her. I thought she was angry at me. Maybe she listened to my words? That wouldn't make much sense. Damn the confusing bitch! "I don't enjoy being stared at." Saronax growled.
"Oh, I see…Saronax doesn't enjoy being looked at, does he?" she chuckled. "Well, I shall have to gaze at you more often then. Discomfort flatters you."
"You do and I'll gauge your eyes out."
"It's a risk I'm willing to take." She said nonchalantly.
"You! You…" He started to say something but then abruptly shut his mouth and stormed off.
Viconia smirked. It's seems Saronax has been rendered speechless.
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Days later, after completing a quest near the Windspear hills, the group was resting outside again. Saronax was brooding in another part of the forest. He had left Zake at camp, choosing to bring a spear as his weapon instead.
Viconia was seated next to the blade. She decided to ask him a question that she had been curious about for awhile. "Zake, I am curious about Saronax. What is it that makes him so moody?"
"What are you talking about? He's never insulted a shiny so he's always nice!"
"No, you idiotic sword. Have you not noticed that Saronax is a particularly surly male? "
"He's always like that. I think he likes you though."
"Oh?"
"Yeah, that's why he's such an ass. He's afraid to fall for you. I think that you're pretty though. And pretty ladies are always nice." Zake said brightly.
"No they are not. If youpossessed a brain somewhere in that hilt of yours you wouldbe aware ofthat."
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Saronax sat in a forest clearing. His spear had been placed next to him so that if necessary, he could grab it and run it through an enemy. The fighter was attempting to plan the next day's route but every time he did, a pair of grey eyes and long silver hair appeared in his mind. He snapped his eyes open. Damn it! What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I keep thinking about her? I shouldn't be thinking about her but I can't stop! Grr…damn the bitch to the depths of hell!
The sound of a twig breaking behind him shook him out of his thoughts. Saronax grabbed his spear and turned around. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was only Viconia. Saronax set his spear down but kept his gaze locked on Viconia, bracing himself for the conversation about to happen.
Viconia arched an eyebrow. "What are you doing out here?"
"Thinking."
"Oh? What is the subject of your thoughts?"
"None of your business. What are you thinking about?"
"You snap at me for asking what your thoughts are and then ask me the exact same question?"
"You don't have to answer it."
"Oh but I will. I have been thinking of the time I have spent with rivvil...the humans...and I have found nothing redeeming or worthwhile in them."
"You're not exactly wonderful yourself, Viconia."
"Indeed, I am despicable aren't I? Am I to be destroyed and murdered solely because of my race, is that the way things are on the surface?"
"Not with me. I wanted to kill you for your personality. Maybe you could try harder…"
"You know nothing! Shall I crawl on the ground, exposing my belly to every rivvil waiting for a knife to gut me? I think not. Leave me be, Saronax."
Saronax was about to retort when a low growl sounded behind him. He spun around. A pack of dire wolves bared their teeth at Saronax and growled.
Viconia reached for the mace on her belt. Her hand closed on empty air, she had left her mace back at camp. She hardly had time to curse herself for her foolishness before Saronax spoke.
"Stay back and cast spells." Saronax whispered to Viconia as he slowly reached for his spear. She took several steps away.
One of the wolves howled and leapt at Saronax. He roared and stabbed it in the belly as it jumped. Another wolf raced towards Saronax. Saronax threw the now dead wolf off his spear towards the other wolf. The two wolves crashed backwards into a tree.
Viconia chanted spells as Saronax fought. One wolf leapt behind her, aiming for her torso. Viconia stepped to the side, but the wolf still managed to clamphis jaws on the drow's shin. Viconia cried out, her concentration broken. Saronax pulled his spear out of another wolf and charged towards Viconia, grabbing the wolf that had attacked her and hurling it into the nearest tree.
The last wolf jumped at Saronax and managed to tackle the man to the ground. Saronax used one hand to keep the wolf's jaws away from his neck. He planted his boot in the wolf's underbelly and kicked it off. The creature snarled and swiped at Saronax, leaving three long claw marks on his chest. Saronax grunted in pain and grabbed his spear. With one swift movement, he planted it in the base of the wolf's head, killing it immediately.
Saronax took several deep breaths before speaking. "The fight's over." He lookedover at Viconia, who had been quick to heal herself. Her cold grey gaze fell on Saronax's wound.
"You're hurt, jaluk."
"I'm quite aware of that, drow."
She walked over and planted herself in front of him. "Sit down."
"Why?"
"So Imay heal you properly, fool."
Saronax scowled and sat down. Viconia whispered a spell. Her hands turned bright with a prepared healing spell. "Remove your tunic."
"What?"
"I need tovisualize the wounds to heal them properly. There are three wounds on your chest."
"Can't you work around my shirt…?"
"Take your shirt off or I shall make you suffer the indignity of having me remove it for you like a young child."
Saronax shot her a death glare and peeled off his shirt. Viconia observed his chest, partly inspecting his wounds, partly observing the sight before her. Every muscle on Saronax's torso was toned to perfection. Perfect, except for the wounds.
"What are you staring at?" Saronax asked.
"Your wounds." She responded and reached out to heal him. Saronax watched as she ran her hands across his wounds. The process was painless though Saronax shifted uncomfortably from time to time. Viconia mentally smirked. She could tell by the taut line in his jaw that he was trying very hard not to enjoy the treatment he was receiving. The fighter involuntarily twitched as she caressed his stomach, dangerously close to the buckle of his belt. Viconia raised an eyebrow and continued.
Saronax instantly donned his shirt when she finished. "Let's go back to camp." He muttered and walked ahead at a rapid pace. Viconia chuckled and followed.
