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My plot bats have flown off! ( Yeah I have bats. They're cute!) The little buggers are mad at me. Don't think they like the new climate. Sorry this has taken so stinking long and that it's so short. ::hopping the power doesn't go out again before she gets this done:: Oh I have to give credit to RangerDo'Urden for the inspiration of part of this chapter( but your description is WAY better). Freakin summer storms! Domoarigato to everybody to has reviewed! Oh I guess it's disclaimer time, I don't own Drizzt or Guen or the Forgotten Realms or any other recognizable character. There said it! I'll bring em back when I'm done. Promise ::grins::-Kurai Catt
Guenhwyvar stretched and slowly woke up, glancing around camp for her master. The fire still burned brightly, but the drow was nowhere to be seen. She found his trail, not so much a physical one as something else. She found his clothes neatly folded and and setting on a rick with his armor, swords and boots resting next to it. She quickly ducked behind a bush, not wanting to be seen.
Guen cautiously peeked out and saw the dark elf bathing. She's seen him before, but, she cocked her head to the side and smiled. Slender, tight muscles, she nibbled on her bottom lip, very catlike, she thought. Her smile vanished. seeing the long scar running across his back. A low growl escaped her lips. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to use the assassin, who'd left the scar, as a human scratching post.
A bath seemed like a good idea. If for no other reason than to play in the water.
She managed to get the laces untied enough to squirm out of the dress, which she left in a crumple at her feet as she stepped out of it. Sneaking around to the side of the pond, she slid into the water, sinking down to her shoulders. She quietly made her way to the oblivious drow, who stood with his back to her. Guen edged closer and pounced on the unsuspecting dark elf, wrapping her arms around him. Drizzt, taken completely off guard, nearly toppled backwards. The startled drow turned to face his assailant, seeing Guen with a self-satisfied look on her face.
"Oh, so you want to play, do you?" Drizzt asked smiling with a mischievous glint in his lavender eyes, as he dunked Guenhwyvar. She surfaced, sputtering and charged him taking his feet out from under him and sending the elf splashing back into the water. This game continued, neither winning the upper hand or really trying to for several minutes. She was on his back again, giggling, her breast pressed against him. "We need to do this more often," she said letting go of Drizzt. He turned to face her, but quickly looked away. "What?!" She asked curiously, noticing her master's actions.
"We should get out and get dressed. We have still have a long way to go," he replied nervously.
Her eyes narrowed, "You didn't answer me. Why do you do that? You won't look at me when I'm not covered. You always look away. Am I that repulsive?" She backed away wounded.
"No.. It's not.." The drow struggled, "You are far from repulsive." He took a deep breath, still struggling with the words and thoughts. "You are prefect. Absolutely prefect."
Guen smiled, feeling her cheeks go warm, blushing and ran ( or tried to) for her dress. She slipped on a wet algae cover stone, but Drizzt caught her.
The walk back to camp was a silent one and Guen curled up near the fire and soon drifted off to sleep. Drizzt sat back watching the crackling fire and thinking. Would it be so bad if she were to remain in this form? He shook his head, trying to clear away the thoughts. She's a cat. Not a very cute girl. Imagine trying to explain things to Catti-Brie.
My plot bats have flown off! ( Yeah I have bats. They're cute!) The little buggers are mad at me. Don't think they like the new climate. Sorry this has taken so stinking long and that it's so short. ::hopping the power doesn't go out again before she gets this done:: Oh I have to give credit to RangerDo'Urden for the inspiration of part of this chapter( but your description is WAY better). Freakin summer storms! Domoarigato to everybody to has reviewed! Oh I guess it's disclaimer time, I don't own Drizzt or Guen or the Forgotten Realms or any other recognizable character. There said it! I'll bring em back when I'm done. Promise ::grins::-Kurai Catt
Guenhwyvar stretched and slowly woke up, glancing around camp for her master. The fire still burned brightly, but the drow was nowhere to be seen. She found his trail, not so much a physical one as something else. She found his clothes neatly folded and and setting on a rick with his armor, swords and boots resting next to it. She quickly ducked behind a bush, not wanting to be seen.
Guen cautiously peeked out and saw the dark elf bathing. She's seen him before, but, she cocked her head to the side and smiled. Slender, tight muscles, she nibbled on her bottom lip, very catlike, she thought. Her smile vanished. seeing the long scar running across his back. A low growl escaped her lips. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to use the assassin, who'd left the scar, as a human scratching post.
A bath seemed like a good idea. If for no other reason than to play in the water.
She managed to get the laces untied enough to squirm out of the dress, which she left in a crumple at her feet as she stepped out of it. Sneaking around to the side of the pond, she slid into the water, sinking down to her shoulders. She quietly made her way to the oblivious drow, who stood with his back to her. Guen edged closer and pounced on the unsuspecting dark elf, wrapping her arms around him. Drizzt, taken completely off guard, nearly toppled backwards. The startled drow turned to face his assailant, seeing Guen with a self-satisfied look on her face.
"Oh, so you want to play, do you?" Drizzt asked smiling with a mischievous glint in his lavender eyes, as he dunked Guenhwyvar. She surfaced, sputtering and charged him taking his feet out from under him and sending the elf splashing back into the water. This game continued, neither winning the upper hand or really trying to for several minutes. She was on his back again, giggling, her breast pressed against him. "We need to do this more often," she said letting go of Drizzt. He turned to face her, but quickly looked away. "What?!" She asked curiously, noticing her master's actions.
"We should get out and get dressed. We have still have a long way to go," he replied nervously.
Her eyes narrowed, "You didn't answer me. Why do you do that? You won't look at me when I'm not covered. You always look away. Am I that repulsive?" She backed away wounded.
"No.. It's not.." The drow struggled, "You are far from repulsive." He took a deep breath, still struggling with the words and thoughts. "You are prefect. Absolutely prefect."
Guen smiled, feeling her cheeks go warm, blushing and ran ( or tried to) for her dress. She slipped on a wet algae cover stone, but Drizzt caught her.
The walk back to camp was a silent one and Guen curled up near the fire and soon drifted off to sleep. Drizzt sat back watching the crackling fire and thinking. Would it be so bad if she were to remain in this form? He shook his head, trying to clear away the thoughts. She's a cat. Not a very cute girl. Imagine trying to explain things to Catti-Brie.
