The lady's hands stopped just short of his waistline, choosing to rub the stomach area. Tristan had finally gained the focus to push her off of him, finding her acts intrusive, regardless of the false passion laced with each movement. When he let his free arms move the slightest, the woman's bent legs restricted their movement.
"Oh my, nya-running away nyow...I haven't finished with you nyet." She positioned herself so that their faces were separated by a short distance, and smirked mockingly after a dramatic pause.
When she dared to lick his face in superiority, Tristan flushed an even more prevalent red, yet his facial features remained unperturbed from this. But a soft sigh escaped, and he turned his eyes away. The cat-lady smirks at this, then giggles.
'Done.'
The fuzzy tails retreated from his ear and abdomen, the pressure that came with her lightened a little.
"I think that's enough for introductions-ya." She rose from her low perch above his neck, and cracked her bones. A yawn escaped her mouth.
'A different person? No, she still says that...' Tristan was confused at the change in persona, to go from that to this in naught but a second must tell of the existence of a second soul within her. But of course, he must be reading too far into the act.
She came back to her little perch, hands holding her head in place.
"I, am Kuroka" She pointed at Tristan with her right hand "and you, are my target." She smiled happily at that. She shouldn't be, the word target suggests death.
"But don't worry, I'm not going to kill you, hehe~." His face was relieved, to be killed by an assassin in that manner would've brought enough jovial laughter to overpower the slight sorrow that would come with the news of his death. For the first time in this encounter, Tristan made intelligible words, albeit after calming down from his panicked state.
"Then...why're you here?" He got out, she put a mock thoughtful pointing hand to her face.
"That's a secret, for me to know-ya." She offhandedly winked at him. Kuroka pawed some regions of his body, specifically his neck.
"You have the scent of myth-wolf on-ya." Kuroka leaned in close to Tristan's neck, and sniffed a little. "What do you mean?" He asked, his voice returned to stone, upon learning that the cat was actually a human. Yet the large feline ears atop her head and the twin tails that so affectionately violated him would prove otherwise. Confusion.
"I mean what I said. You smell like myth-wolf, they're very rare these times." She quipped, Kuroka wanted to know where her old relatives had gone to, just curious at their sudden disappearance, that's all.
"Where'd you find one-ya?" She was closer now, their foreheads a sliver away from contact. She frowned sadly when he remained silent. She sat up properly now.
"Well, I suppose I should be leaving now that I've introduced ourselves, I already know your name, boy-ya." In truth, Kuroka was sent not to harm him, but to investigate him. Her team had caught wind of an individual from the elusive land of Lordran, the supposed 'land of lords'. Curious to investigate the lands power, a person was sent to do so.
"I'm taking this with me-nya! I'll come and play with you again later..." She wrapped her hands around the foam container, earning a face of discontent from the one under her. By the end of her sentence, she was whispering into his ear, imparting her brilliant warm breath into him.
A magical circle formed on the concrete floor, lighting the alleyway with a dim light. With a single attractive wink, Kuroka disappeared along with the circle, leaving the evening to darken into early night-time. As well as a slightly happier Tristan.
The 'violation' instilled familiarity with the two, it was something that was as rare as platinum with the squire.
With a low sigh, the suitcase was retrieved and the student returned home, unfortunate that the gift had been so easily stolen. But if that was the cost of meeting the lady, he would absolutely do it again.
She whined, sounding oddly like a low whistle when she did not receive the 'promise' made by the squire.
"...Don't look at me like that...I'm sorry." Tristan lowered to his knees, replacing the gift of sustenance with a gift of solemn contact. For animals, his voice was soft. For animal-people, well, there was confusion about how to act towards them.
Eria's ears perked sharply when his hand came near. She must have picked up on Kuroka's smell on him, but how she didn't notice it earlier was an eternal mystery.
'Wha-...but...h-he's my slave!' Eria's head lowered deeply at the smell, in the land of animals, leaving your smell on another would identify them as your property. It's why certain dogs like to do that to the legs of much of the people that they see.
"Are you not feeling well?" Eria was lifted by his hands to his chest, the image imitated a mother coddling her infant child. The myth-wolf silently nestled into his chest, her furry tail curled around his arm, to show the belief placed in him.
Feeling tired from a previous encounter, the two chose to lay at at a couch situated in the small lounge where they always rest in the evening, at times earlier than night.
With the couch, it was just the two of them, no covers, no pillows. Just two pained beings in shared peace.
It was not meant to be, however, as a knock on the roof raised the ears of Eria, causing her to lift her head off of an awakening Tristan. Confusion settled within the two. Who would come see Tristan of all people? Mayhaps a devil associated to the grand traitor Riser? If it was, then it was important to answer, in order to avoid a war. He knew devils like those, more exists within their own ego than their power.
His rising body was intercept by a sharp clawing on the hand in the sofa. Tristan turned to an irritated young-ling pushing her weight down into the hand.
"...Don't be like that, soon as I finish with this, I'll come right back." He promised to the wolf, she shook for a moment, before releasing herself from him. In solemn ardour at leaving her, both appendages cradled the young-ling where she sat.
"...I swear it." Of course, if it was a devil, then it may be of to speak of a critical topic. The only of which known to him was of course the impending duel with a noble of a fallen pillar.
Ruffling her glorious grey fur, she was placed against his chest again. Things certainly had gotten softer in their relationship, she may have held a tendency to 'claim dominance' over him, but if she had refused to do so, then his little orphan potentially could be in a time of atrocious weakness, but to what reason had remained a great mystery. What was important however was that he exist for her in such times, so that their little 'covenant' of friendship would perpetuate in trying times. The door was opened.
"Evening, Tristan." The student in the door-frame faked his usual smile, cramping slightly when the lack of reaction struck him.
"Uhm, I'm sorry to bother you at this time, but..." He came in, and closed the door behind him
"Well, what is it, Kiba?" a stone voice echoed his words within the knight's head. (Insert giantdad pose)
"I-it's Riser, he's at the club, and he wants you. He really wants to fight you and get this over with." Inwardly sighing at the revelation, Tristan visibly frowned.
"...Wait here..." After receiving a verbal confirmation from him, Tristan retreated into the apartment, and Eria's head raised when he drew near, but not towards her.
'B-but you promised!'
Her cries were answered with his large appearance over her.
"I'll make this quick, and be right back, don't worry." Eria settled into his outstretched palm, and he clenched slightly, before she licked the side of his hand on affection, and he picked her up for a comforting, however short, huddle. As well as a rubbing of their faces.
"Farewell." After giving a mock-kiss, the likes one would give to a domestic animal, his little orphan was returned to the sofa. Eria somberly lay with her head between her short stubby front legs, unable to do anything to help her beloved as of yet.
A glum face later, Tristan was at the door with the knight. On his waist was his elementary straight-sword, his broad back covered by the heirloom knight's shield, with the talisman hiding somewhere on his person.
"...What...are you waiting for?" Tristan turned to look at the devil's eyes, unconsciously cementing the already urgent need for haste within Kiba.
"Uh-right, of course." He was caught in a moment of thought. Who was it that he was speaking to? Kiba had turned to the door in common courtesy, so he had only heard his soft speech.
But with a wave of the hand, the two had disappeared, leaving a sulking Eria to her own, no doubt dull, machinations.
HERE
The occult room was a tense place to be in at the current moment, as the grand traitor himself dared to show his face after his humiliating loss at the hands of a mere low-class devil. Of course, brass like him tend to show their power, as it was that his peerage came with him.
He was in fact a low-class soldier, well...scrub, to say the least.
"Where is he? He should be here by now?" An irritated, egotistic voice of an egotistic devil issued. More a state to vent his salt-turned-gas than to find the answer. The king that he had seeked to make his answered , in an exasperated softness.
"Calm down, Riser, they will be arriving shortly."
"How can-" The grand traitor's bellows of argument ceased when the room was washed in dim red, and a circle bearing the gremory symbol expanded to size. Shortly, it vanished. In it's place was Kiba and the one who had forced Riser into such a deathly sick state in merely days.
"You! Filth like you...!" He was pointed at by the filth-parade, who was at a loss for words due to his anger.
A chilling cackle creeped into existence, bringing with it, a curse of inwards frost.
"...Well, then...you choose to fight with your peerage..." Tristan was talking to himself at this point, forgetting the promise he made with his 'child'.
"Yes, obviously, unless of course you want to give up now and fix me!?" Riser pointed at the ground once more, urging the squire to bend.
He would have to choke in pain before Tristan would impart the cure to his suffering the past days. It was a miracle that he could keep his coughing at bay, a greater one yet that he escaped the clutches of his bed.
"..." The lips started to crack, revealing a twisted grin from the black hair that framed it.
"...That would be too easy, wouldn't it...?" It started with a scoff. The eyes of the two met, the devils around them faded, and it was just the two of them, one with a look of slight fear. The other with insanity shown only to those caught in a mind-share.
As he should, Riser feared that If he lost this barely honorable battle, his fate would end in the corrupt flames that tortured his 'forever burning' soul. It's destiny would await in the sacred Kiln of the first flame, forever feeding it's thirst with his burning soul, as it was with his captured ancestors. Not that anyone beyond the 'Elusive kingdom' and heaven knew about this slavery to Lordran's power.
As it should be, the most glorious justice was virtually within reach. All that remained was the peerage that stood between them, they could be easily dealt with, not alone however. Yes, the humility would be magnified indefinitely if Tristan felled the entire peerage with his own power, but of course, that was currently out of reach for him.
'Of course I can defeat him, my entire peerage is fighting against him, I included, of course.'
'You can? Thank you, once again for saving me, honorable wolf, I swear to repay this most honorable deed.'
HERE
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Shout-out to the guest that said/reviewed:
'Idea for the title of the next chapter: Tristan gets molested'
That was incredible, i lost it xD
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In the next chapter: Power!