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Author's note: Well, this story has been somewhat neglected. I do apologise! I'm currently high on coffee and listening to the XX so I might as well write some more. I can't promise I'll update regularly, though, but I might start working on some new stories soon as I'm having a period filled with boredom and lots of time on my hands.
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"And then I went upstairs to see him lying on the floor, the sheets wrapped awkwardly around him. Apparently he had managed to fall out of bed because he had wanted to find the bathroom without any help. Silly goose." Tilliah was actually laughing out loud as she told this part of the story, the slight woman next to her sporting a grin as she looked at the worgen walking a few feet in front of them.
"Yes, ha ha, very amusing." Craegon mumbled, pouting a bit. "Maybe I should tell the next story. About the time you fell face-down in the mud because you were pushing against a horse's arse and i-..." Tilliah narrowed her eyes, making the worgen grin in return and stop mid-sentence. "Alright. Shutting up."
After the worgen was better, he had wanted to thank the woman for helping him, but he had no coin or other possessions worth giving to her. Since they were both heading north, he had offered to accompany her and assist with whatever she needed help with. Tilliah didn't have to think twice. She quite enjoyed the worgen's presence and his sense of humour. Most of the time. They had been on the road for almost a month now, with the occasional stop in the towns they passed by. Sleeping in a bed was bliss and when there was only one, Craegon dutifully slept on the floor, even after Tilliah had suggested several times that she wouldn't mind taking the carpet for once.
During this time, they had only run into trouble once, and this time not with the local wildlife. Racist actions against worgens had been becoming more and more rare, but they still occurred. Just a week ago, they had stopped in a small lakeside town to get some supplies. They were planning to stay at the local inn, but as they arrived there and went inside, Tilliah spotted two men whose faces turned sour as soon as they noticed the worgen. They mumbled something to each other under their breath and shook their heads, sending a disappointed look in Tilliah's direction.
"What?" The woman asked bluntly. "Have you got a problem with my friend and me?" She stopped in the middle of the inn, the other people inside all turning their heads to look at the spectacle.
The smaller of the two young men looked at the worgen as he said: "We don't appreciate his kind here. They're not but trouble, those feral beasts." The man nearly spat out those last words, a foul look on his face before he turns back to the woman. "So why don't you take your pooch outside and leave him there?"
Tilliah had to try hard not to leap at the man and punch him in the face. It wouldn't have been the first time that she'd do something like that, but she preferred to avoid such actions in crowded places. She was fairly certain that there were no guards nearby, so perhaps she could just quickly kick one in the groin before she ran...
Before she had even finished her train of thoughts, her usually cheerful worgen companion growled, and she noticed the other man drawing a knife. Her own hands flashed down to her daggers, but Craegon reached down to cover one of her hands with his own paws.
"We're not here looking for trouble. We'll just leave if we're not wanted." He said, both directed at the men and at Tilliah. He grabbed the woman's arm and started walking outside, pulling his reluctant friend with him.
Once they were outside, Tilliah shouted at him. It was the first time it happened, and he was shocked, to say the least. She was not exactly the girly type who put flowers in her hair and sang cheery songs all day, but she had a timid character. Or so he thought.
"Why did you not stand up for yourself? They had no right to send us outside! They're not the boss of you or me and they shouldn't have said what they had! Now they'll think they can just walk over any worgen who walks in there!"
"Look, I just thought it would be better if we stayed out of trouble. Besides, they weren't worth getting thrown in jail over."
"So, what, you'll just take any crap from anyone because you're afraid of getting in trouble? Grow some balls!" During the conversation, the two had been moving closer together. By now, their noses were almost touching, their breath washing over each other's faces.
"Are you quite done?" The worgen asked, trying to remain calm, but gritting his teeth nevertheless. "If you want to go back in there to give them what they deserve, be my guest. But don't expect me to stop the guards when they come for you. Lowlifes like those two inside are not worth our time. Surely you realise that."
Tilliah takes a deep breath before turning around and walking off, most of the anger disappearing out of her voice. "Come on, let's go find some rotten piece of forest floor to sleep on. I was really looking forward to that bed, you know."
Craegon couldn't help smiling just a little. "Want a backrub to make up for not sleeping in a bed? With a bit of luck, your muscles will still be relaxed in the morning."
Tilliah turned her head and grinned at the man. "Fine, but you better be good at it, with those fluffy paws of yours. And no scratching."
The worgen returned an even broader grin, wiggling his fingers. "I can work magic with these, I promise. You'll have to get out of those clothes for them to reach their full potential, though."
"Ah, so it was all a scheme to get me naked. I could've known you hired those two men just to give me a backrub out here in the forest." Tilliah then smiled seductively. "You know, next time you could just ask." After which the woman wiggled her eyebrows and walked on, smirking.
Craegon swallowed and felt his trousers tighten, watching the swaying hips of the woman walking ahead of him into a clearing they soon claimed as their own for the night. He knew he had an interesting evening ahead of him.