Hi everyone! Thank you for all of your kind words! It's really an inspiration to keep writing and updating. I truly appreciate it. Feel free to leave name suggestions from the list or add news ones for the wolf pup lol
I clutched my wolf pup tightly in my arms the entire way back to Tar-Mairon's apartments. I was torn on what to name him. I asked Tar-Mairon if I could name him in my native tongue and his eyes flared up when he looked back at me so I haven't said anything since. This is a very long walk to be so silent, but at least I'm distracted by my new fluffy. The burn in my calves is even less noticeable
He was so pretty and soft. His fur was gray and silver on the top overlaying white on the bottom. His ear tips, tail, and some of his back was darker gray and black. I want to call him Lerya because it means freedom in this language, but what if Tar-Mairon takes offense. Maybe Raum is a good name too, but I haven't heard any storms since I've been here and I used to love rain. Or maybe Mordo or Ixel for shadow or even Varyo for protector. I suppose I could wait and see how he behaves when he grows up. Maybe even wait just a day or two to find the perfect name.
I barely stopped myself from running into Tar-Mairon when he stopped and opened the door. I had no idea we were even in the hallway he lived in much less already here. I guess I haven't had reason to be excited before this.
"This is what all the excitement is about?" I nearly jumped out of skin in bewilderment at the new voice. It was definitely feminine, but there was something very insidious layered in underneath it. I looked up to where the voice had originated from and froze in surprise. Bats could talk? Bats could be that big? Not even my pup licking my cheek took my horrified gaze away.
"Thuringwethil" Tar-Mairon said striding under the figure above the doorway. With a rush of air and quick movement, the large dark shape flew in after him. A shiver wracked through me, but I ignored it refusing to ignite Tar-Mairon's frustration. The permanent ache in my left leg is a constant reminder not to push him.
I swear it was not a person on the ceiling. Maybe the bat thing went somewhere else and she was in here waiting for Tar-Mairon. It didn't seem likely and I guess that shape shifting wouldn't be the most horrific thing to be seen here.
"I've actually observed her and the other one while they were in lessons once. It was boring and not even the elf noticed my presence" said the lady standing by Tar-Mairon. Her voice sounded eerily similar to the bats voice, but softer and lighter. They must be the same. She looks a lot less frightening this way, but somehow more personally intimidating. She isn't quite as tall as Tar-Mairon, but she is still much taller than me with a willowy shape. Her hair is as black as the darkest shadow I've seen and her eyes are a red like Gothmog's except a touch lighter and less burning. She stared at me with something more akin to hostility then curiosity, but not very harshly.
"I would be careful who you tell that to" Tar-Mairon beckoned me closer to him and pet my hair gently when I was standing in front of him while looking at this Thuringwethil.
"I'm not a fool Mairon" She snapped at him. Wow, she is the most vocally emotional one of them I've ever met. I feel strangely excited by this new development. He just smiled indolently in response to her outburst.
"Can I take him to my room?" I asked Tar-Mairon peering up at him until he gave his permission.
"Let me taste her blood" I bolted into my room at top speed after that request and set down my pupper on my bed. He sniffed the blankets and then moved around the bed continually sniffing things and occasionally pawing at stuff. I looked anxiously towards the doorway, but couldn't hear Tar-Mairon's response.
"Haldamire" Tar-Mairon called and I let a meek whimper looking at my puppy digging his paws into blankets he had pulled into the center of my bed. I closed my eyes cursing the entire situation and finally slunk back out of my room to Tar-Mairon.
"But you do not really know what they are. You can't hear their music. No one can. I could tell you if they taste like the mortals or elves I have feasted upon" Thuringwethil said looking at me speculatively and then at Tar-Mairon.
"You have finally stumbled upon an argument of logic rather than hunger, my dear" Tar-Mairon said patting my head. I stared at him. He could not actually be considering this!
"No, don't" I pleaded widening my eyes as big as I could and blinking up at Tar-Mairon. I flung my arms around him hiding.
"Come now Haldamire, Thuringwethtil won't do any permanent damage and pain is only a temporary condition" He said pulling me off him and holding my shoulder lightly. I peeked over at Thuringwethil who was just looking at me with her head cocked sideways. I grabbed Tar-Mairon's arm after she ran her tongue over a very pointedly sharp tooth and tried to push it off.
"Don't hold her steady Mairon. I like to feel them thrashing" she said approaching us slowly. He let go and I tried to run behind him, but she was too quick. She was much stronger than her willowy frame suggested. It was like being held my bands of steel across my arms.
"LET GO. LET GO" I screamed as she used one hand to yank back my head.
"Are you sure you want to bite her there? I won't be forgiving if I have to heal her" Tar-Mairon said warningly as I thrashed and screamed even harder feeling her tongue go up my neck. I shuddered in disgust at the sensation. I think I'd rather switch places with Airawende and have my feet whipped.
"Don't you trust me? I've had plenty of practice" she said before sinking her teeth into my neck. I let out an agonized scream feeling her teeth sink into my neck and felt my bones turn to jelly. My limpness has basically no effect as she seemed perfectly capable holding me up. Nausea bloomed horrifically in my stomach at the sensation of my blood being sucked out threw my neck. I could actually feel it under the pain.
"That's enough" Tar-Mairon said brusquely to Thuringwethil and she released my neck. I shivered in shock feeling drops of blood patter down my neck. It wasn't nearly as much as I assumed would be dripping down my neck.
I would've collapsed to the floor if she wasn't holding me up. I really should not be in this much disbelief. Terrible things have been happening to us since we arrived. I allowed myself to feel too secure here. I shuddered at her touch on my body keeping me upright and forced myself to stand. I put my hand to the bite on my neck and stared at Tar-Mairon.
"You may go" He said releasing me to my room. I walked as fast as I could and barely managed to restrain myself from slamming the door shut. I ran to my puppy and jumped onto my bed disrupting his nest of blankets. I sniffled and hugged him closer to me as he sniffed curiously at the tears.