just....a vacation of sorts ^^

The day was heading into early evening though the sun had not set yet when jackal finally reached the wild dragon cliff and it's lake. He had taken time off from work and from home. Partly just to be away from the constant demands on his time, and partly to practice his sword skills without interruption. He quickly set up his tent and made a pit for his fire. Then he set about gathering wood for the night. When his preparations were finally complete the sun had already set.

He built his fire by the twinkle of starlight and in the cool glow of the moon. After which he began to make stew. He carefully sliced vegetables and prepared the meat, after which he set it all to boil. Since it would take some time to properly cook he moved off a few paces and drew out his long sword.

He took a moment to focus before carefully swinging his blade in the intricate patterns his father had taught him. He fought the empty air making those movements into his own. He adapted and changed them where needed to make a fluid pattern. He was faster than his father , but not as powerfully built. So he adjusted the swings to take this into account. He moved about in a small circle, mimicking combat with multiple opponents.

Janicy was just settling down in her handmade bed when she heard something from outside. She sat up swiftly, her hand instinctively fluttering to her waist, where her katana was strapped in. She stood, slipping her feet into her boots with quick movements. She began to walk slowly from her home, silently opening the door and stepping outside.

Slowly, she began to make her way out of her cave, where her house was placed. A loud belch came from somewhere to her left, the fire showing a small Terrible Terror. When it spotted Janicy, it skittered across the ground and leaped into her arms. She smiled lightly, stroking it from head to tail as she held it in her hands. She set it down after a moment, setting the small dragon down before continuing on outside.

Upon reaching the exit, she carefully walked outside. Crouching, she began to make her way to the small pond. She heard the swing of a sword through the air, and was glad she had hers ready at her hip. Her exotic green eyes spotted a man, fluently swinging a sword about the air whilst walking in a circle. Janicy was slightly impressed, though she'd never admit it. Silently, she crept around a tree and carefully pulled herself into its branches. The dark green leaves hid her from view as she observed the man. Filth. she commented to herself, shuddering as she remembered her last experience with men in the village. Shaking her head, she focused on the man in front of her.

Just then, a squirrel leaped out of the tree, startling the hidden girl. She hid her gasp by slapping her hand over her mouth, watching as the tiny animal made its way across the ground and up another tree. She hoped the man would take no notice, and not look too closely.

Jackal was in mid training when a sudden noise in the woods near his camp brought him to a complete halt. He turned swiftly and took up a defensive stance as he scanned his surroundings. He did not see anything but he had heard it. He readied himself for combat.

“ I know you are out there!” he shouted fiercely “ if you are looking for a battle, then come at me!”

he was not afraid in the slightest. The risk of robbers and thugs, rogue dragons, and any number of other threats was ever present in berk. He took a much more cautious look at the forest. He was not sure if he could block an arrow in flight but he was sure he could jump out of the way so long as he knew it was coming. Then at last he found something amiss. There in a tree the shapes did not match what should be normal. There was too much mass to be a simple collection of densely clustered tree branches.

At first he made sure not to seem as if he had noticed as he looked for other shapes along both the branches and amid the dense undergrowth. In a way he was glad to be out in the open on the beach. While it did eliminate his cover it also prevented others from coming at him by surprise from the other directions.

Seeing no other foes he raised his sword pointing it directly at the hiding figure.

“ No more messing around!” he shouted “ You want something from me come take it if you can! Otherwise head out, I don't like cowards, creepers, or spies!”

The man's voice rose through the air, floating towards Janicy softly. The challenge was clear and sharp, piercing the girl's ears like arrows. With a sly smile, she unsheathed her sword. Emerald eyes shining, she opened her mouth and responded, loud and clear, with

"Lucky you, I am none of those." She called, her voice ringing about the trees towards the beach, "For I am just the opposite. And you are invading my territory." Her eyes flashed with a strange gleam as she leaped from the branches, landing with ease on her feet. The way she walked towards the man, in a crouch, was odd, feral, feline. Similar to a cat.

She stalked towards the man, katana in hand and crazy smile worn. "Careful what you wish for though." She cackled, lunging towards the man.

Her sword slashed through the air, aiming for the man's head in a downwards motion. She was high in the air, her experience in the wild allowing her to jump higher than most. As she fell she aimed to land in front of him, letting her sword fall before her, hands clutched tight around the handle. "If a fight is what you want a fight is what you'll get." A gleam caught in her exotic eyes as she plunged towards the earth, smirking widely as she swung her sword towards the man.

He heard the reply clearly. Feminine and cruel it drifted like ice across the distance between them. He watched as a woman leaped out of the tree as easily as a cat from a high fence. Her beauty was almost startling but the feral and dangerous way she crept toward him banished any thought of her beauty.

He watched the muscles of her body as she stalked toward him. He took in the the way she held her blade, the way she moved. Danger seemed to wrap about her as a cloak. Everything about this beautiful stranger screamed death and destruction. In a word he thought she was ill-omened. He was skilled with the blade but he could tell she was no less skilled.

If he had to guess this was no ordinary woman of the island. No warrior he had seen stalking berk was anything like this. No, this woman could be only one thing; A Valkyrie. Her blade was like nothing he had seen, thin and curved it was as a wolf's fang glittering in the firelight. Her laughter and her smile were cruel and filled with murderous desire. No, she was no ordinary mortal, and for sure this was no longer just an ordinary fight over some supplies.

When she sprang into the air he felt as if time itself slowed. He watched her as she flew toward him as if suspended by unseen wings. Her smile crooked with anticipation, her eyes gleaming with feral delight. He waited until the very last moment as if paralyzed with fear but this was not the case.

Her blade arched toward him as she descended on him and in that final instant he swung his blade in a smooth arch toward her as he moved. His flat strait blade deflecting the wolf's fang as he moved around her. Her stomach was exposed and had he desired it he could have plunged a knife into it as he moved past her. Instead he simply dropped his blade dragging the cross guard gently along her side.

He was stunned. He could have ended it there but he could not bring himself to harm this beautiful feral creature. He knew in that instant that he would be going to valhalla soon enough. If he could not harm his foe then he was as good as dead. As soon as the thought entered his mind he spun swinging the blade in a horizontal arc aiming to sever her head at eye level, but knowing that he would never follow through.


( sorry if this one is not good but i had a hard time putting my action into words. so i hope it is easy to follow :/ . )

Janicy smiled with a crazed rage as the man deflected her blow. She had been hoping for a fun fight! Nah, it would have been boring had he fallen immediately! 'Course, he had waited till the last moment to strike. But it didn't matter. He was putting up a fight, which was all she cared about. Battling a man from Berk on a beach, what wasn't great about this?

She soon realized that her stomach had been exposed, and knew that this man had noticed. So why didn't he take the chance to kill her? Instead, it seemed he dropped something that grazed her side. She took no notice though. For now he was swinging his blaze, aiming for her neck. With a laugh, she danced out of the way, raising her curved sword to bat his out of the way. She thought of saying something taunting, but decided against it. Words are not needed in a battle.

Instead she stood up straight, holding her sword at arms length, level with the man's chest. Her emerald eyes glittered with the silent accusation, narrowing angrily. She dropped into a graceful crouch, wild eyes flitted about the beach, searching for any means of gaining the higher ground. Finding none, she darted forward, letting her sword just barely graze the man's arm.

Oh how she loved playing with her toys! It was always fun. A mischievous grin fought its way to her lips, showing just a titch of how much fun she was having. It had been a while since she'd had a good fight.

With a strange laugh, she dashed towards him again, sword outstretched. She swung it upwards, only to let it fall down towards the man's head, an odd gleam catching in her eyes.

(Is okay ^.^ I followed just fine)

The woman was quick and graceful, jackal had to admit, as she danced away from his strike while deflecting his blade in the same fluid movement. For a moment they faced each other. She raised her sword at him as her eyes narrowed . It was as if she were accusing him of all the worlds evils, as if he himself had done each and every one of them.

Then suddenly she crouched and lunged forward her blade grazing his arm, his own sword too slow to block it. Never the less he darted away from her. She was only toying with him giving such a slight wound. He felt the warm blood running down his arm as she danced away just beyond reach.

She grinned in excitement, her eyes gleaming, and this was a beautiful but crazed look. It was as if this woman lived only to fight and took her sole pleasure from this. Then again it was to be expected of the Valkyrie he thought. He could not help but return the grin then. He had never fought another living being before, not like this anyway, not with weapons. It was frightening and thrilling all at the same time. To fight one so formidable and beautiful was almost an honor.

This time when she dashed forward he was prepared for it. She laughed a beautiful almost wondrous laugh as she darted out. Her blade flashed through the air with sickening speed and yet he darted forward in the same instant. His blade moved like lightning, like the very wind itself, as it arched from waist level upward to clash against the glittering wolf's fang.

Yet he did not stop he his free hand rose as he moved catch her hand in his own. A solid kick to the gut or a sweeping movement and she would fall to the ground. Once on her back she would be much easier prey. Those were his thoughts as he looked into her strange emerald eyes. However, he did none of those actions. He simply darted back with a small shove leveling his sword in mid height defensive stance.


(well i hope you like this one ^///^ ......^///^)

(I rather like that, Wolf's Fang. I think I'll use it :3)

Janicy noticed the man had returned her grin, and immediately wiped hers from her face. She wouldn't have any similarities to a man, especially one from Berk. She watched as he blocked her attack, glad that he was fighting back. This was rather fun!

Had Janicy been any other girl, she would have noticed the way his black hair waved as they fought, how his blue eyes glittered in the moonlight, and how strong he looked. But since she was Janicy, she didn't. She didn't see him, instead she saw a worthy opponent. One she would have difficulty winning against, though she had faith that she would not fail.

He looked as though he was debating something, though he did not act on any thoughts. But he did dash backwards with a small shove, before raising is sword into a defensive stance. Janicy nodded in acknowledgment to this smart move, before holding her own katana level with his.

"Why don't you attack?" She asked, curiosity seeping into her voice. Why wasn't this man attacking with force? Of course, Janicy could guess couldn't she? She didn't dare think it, she wouldn't. She didn't wait for an answer, she darted forwards, swiping her sword in attempt to hit his side. Though she expected him to block her attack, so instead she feigned. She let her sword almost slash him, before pulling it away and dancing forwards. She spun around in a circle on her toes, stopping to let her sword fall towards his other side.

"Why don't you attack?" 

Her voice was filled with curiosity and her sweet smile had long since vanished. He just couldn't take this strange woman's life. She was a worthy opponent, but he himself was not. His father would be ashamed of him, any warrior would be.

She darted forward her blade falling at his side. He moved to block it but his blade never made the contact he expected. It found only empty air traveling out parallel with his shoulder. He knew what was wrong but his mind failed to grasp at it. The woman spun bringing her sword crashing into his side. The pain that filled his side was startling. Without thinking he grasped her hand as it gripped her sword..

jackal was not ready to die yet. He locked his arm to try and prevent her from driving her strike into a more vital area. Blood pulsed from her side drowning her blade. His own sword felt as if it had suddenly grown to weigh a dragons weight and his sword arm slowly lowered to his side no longer able to hold aloft so much weight.

He knew he could only put off death for so long.

“ In the end i am just not a worthy enough opponent for you.” he said grimly " that is my answer to your question...."

(sorry is so short )

"Damn." Janicy muttered, "I thought you would catch that. Oh well." The feral girl shrugged, letting her katana fall to the ground. "It was fun while it lasted." Janicy's eyes grew bored again, caring not that he was dying. She hadn't meant for her sword attack to be lethal, only that she wanted to test his abilities, and he had failed.

Suddenly the girl fell to her knees, picking up her sword. She stared in wonder at the blood dripping from the blade. She touched her finger to the red liquid, curiosity overwhelming her thoughts. It had been so long since she had seen someone else's blood. Why was it so intriguing? In fact, why was she still there? She had won the battle. So why hadn't she left yet?

There was movement behind her, the telltale pitter patter of claws against the grass. Glancing behind her, she saw a couple Terrible Terrors bounding across the ground once the fight was over. One of them clicked towards her, rubbing it's scaley head on her shoulder. Janicy's vision clouded, and she found herself placing her hands on the man's bleeding side.

"What am I doing?" She asked herself out loud, but she did not stop. She stood slowly, whistling a soft tune. Rustling in the bushes announced the arrival of a Deadly Nadder. Janicy nodded towards the fallen man, and the Nadder padded towards him. It crouched, low enough for Janicy to pick up the man and place him across the dragon's back. She rested her bloody hand on the Nadder's side and began to walk slowly back towards the cave.

Behind her, the Terrible Terrors were picking up the man's belongings before following her. Janicy walked slowly through the cave entrance, holding onto the Nadder as she led it towards her home. Once they were outside of the door, she held it open so the dragon could push its way through. Slowly and carefully, she led it into a room with a bed.

The Nadder kneeled again, and Janicy gently moved the man from it's back to the bed. She patted the dragon's scales lightly in gratitude, before it began to pad out and away from the house. Then Janicy headed to the rudimentary kitchen she had made, and soaked a piece of cloth in water. Once she had filled a bucket with water and nabbed a roll of bandages, she trotted quickly back to the room. She then proceeded to place the wet cloth on the man's forehead. She wondered again why she was helping him. She hated the humans! Yet here she was, aiding a man she had nearly killed. Of course, that was why she had left Berk in the first place. To prevent herself from harming anyone else.

She splashed her hands into the bucket of water and then began to wash the man's wound. The water-which was from the lake-turned pink with the blood as she cleaned the injury. Once the blood was washed away, she could see the the slice was deeper than she had intended, but not enough so that it would kill him. He would survive, with the right kind of treatment. As she finished up, she began to unravel the bandage roll and placed it against the wound. She began to wrap it around his stomach, under his backside and around again until it was completely bandaged.

Once she finished, she cut it from the roll. Her eyes traveled up to the man's, then back to the wound. She picked up the cloth against his head and the pink-water filled bucket and carried it, sloshing, to the kitchen and dumped it into the sink. She then squeezed out the water and re-soaked it. Janicy carried it back to the man and placed it against his forehead, before she stood and left the room. he would be out of it for a while, at least, that was what Janicy expected.

She stepped into the main entrance of her home, and settled down on the wooden chair. She crossed her legs, swinging her foot back and forth in boredom. One again she contemplated why she aided the ailing man. Why did she care at all? He was a man, from Berk. She was a girl from Berk, a run away for so long she'd become like the animals of the forest. Though, she hadn't forgotten the language. She'd made friends with the creatures and the dragons, learned to live in the forest without others. So why was she helping him? She imagined it was to make up for almost killing that man so long ago.

Jackal woke with a start sitting bolt upright in bed. Sudden sharp pain gripped his side and he doubled over gasping with the shock of it. However the move only brought more suffering. Sweat beaded on his brow and he felt his stomach turn as a wave of nausea passed through him. He closed his eyes against the pain and sickness and after a time it receded. The wave of sickness faded and the pain became a dull throbbing ache but at least it was tolerable.

Eyes closed tightly he gingerly reached to his side. To his amazement he felt a bandage though it was soaked through with fresh blood. He slowly opened his eyes. The sight that greeted him nearly took away his breath. He was laying in a bed, in a room, in a place he knew not. His eyes widened in surprise as he remembered the events that had lead to this point.

He did not know how long he had been passed out, but he at least knew he was somewhere safe. Had that girl really brought him here? Or had it been a passing stranger? In either case had they wanted to they would have already killed him. He lay back as slowly as he could trying to cause as little suffering as he could. When the pain of his movements passed he stared up at the ceiling, trying in vain to piece it all together.

( sorry my post here is so short .)

(Nah ish fine)

Janicy stood in the doorway, holding a fresh bucket of water and roll of bandages, when the boy sat up. She said nothing, merely shifting out of the way so he would see her, but so she could still watch. Sweat beaded on his brow, and he looked sick for a few moments. Then he touched the bandage wrapped around his side, Janicy could see it was soaked red with blood. He then opened his eyes, and Janicy backed away a few more paces. When she stepped forwards once more, he seemed shocked about his surroundings.

Janicy let out a breath she hadn't known she'd been holding when the boy laid down again. Carefully, she walked into the doorway once more. Water sloshed in the bucket, and she flinched away from the cold liquid. His eyes were still open, and he was staring up at the ceiling, looking puzzled. Not wanting him to see her, Janicy backed out of the room once more, holding her breath as she stepped away.

Slowly, she made her way back to the crudely made kitchen and set the bucket down. She replaced the bandages in a cabinet before heading out of the cave swiftly. Once she was out, she ran towards the lake, kneeling down. She stared at her face curiously. Wild green eyes darted around the room, never staying still, while raven hair curled around her face and neck. Pale white skin shone in the soft light of the moon, heart beating in her ears. She looked so....feral.

When had she changed? It had been so long she'd really looked at herself. The appearance of the Berk man made her take a closer look. Why was she here? Why had she left her warm, cozy home in the village?

With an angry snarl, she slashed her hand through the water, disturbing the clear image of her face. Her gaze traveled upwards, away from the reflection and up towards the moon. It was beautiful. She then glanced around the forest, the tall oaks and pines glowing in the light was a sight to see. Janicy felt a smile creeping to her face, but she pushed it down and away. She had no reason to smile.

Sighing, she stood again, drying her hand on her clothes. She shook her head, clearing her mind of these thoughts before she began to stalk back to the crack in the mountain. Swiftly, she crept back into the house. Would the man be asleep by now? She wasn't sure. But his wound still needed treatment, and if she didn't give it soon, the blood would seep through onto the bed.

Janicy took a deep breath before stepping through the rudimentary door. She walked back to the kitchen and picked up the bucket and bandages, carrying them slowly towards the room with the man. She took a careful step into the room, barely noticing the water as it splashed onto her face. She strolled cautiously towards the bed, eyes flitting about for any sign of movement from him. Lips sealed, she kneeled beside the bedside. She carefully picked at the end of the bandage, peeling one layer off of his stomach.

He remembered the feral woman who had leaped from the tress to do battle. He remembered the crackling of the fire and the way it's light danced , the way she danced as she fought. He remembered the menacing glimmer of her blade, and the delight in her smile. He remembered these things slowly one at a time as his mind began to find some measure of focus. After a time he closed his eyes.

…..Lucky you...I am none of those.....
….For I am just the opposite.....and you are invading my territory.....

her words were etched in his mind and replayed themselves. They played along side scattered images of her. She was wild, untamed, and dangerous. Yet, in the deep of his mind he remembered the feeling of tender hands as they wrapped his wound. Words, disjointed and distant, seemed to be attached to the feeling but they were lost to the mist of time. Even so, they carried with them a tenderness, and a sense of confusion.

Who was this woman? Why was she here? He knew she was not really one of the Valkyrie. Those beings came only to ferry men's souls to the after life. No, she was mortal but some how more than that. She was the forest given life, she was the wind, fierce and free.

He sighed deeply, his body seemed depleted of strength. He was more tired than he had ever been in his life. He was thirsty, and he was hungry, but he was too tired even to care about it. He was nearly asleep when he felt a gentle pressure followed by a sharp stinging pain. He could feel the bandages being slowly peeled away and he took a deep breath as the throbbing at his side increased.

He opened his eyes slowly looking at the woman. Her lips tightly sealed, her emerald eyes constantly roaming over him as she worked.

So, I was right. The wolf has brought me back to her layer....He thought to himself. He wanted to say something, but no words really seemed to be the right ones. He felt a sudden sense of shame as he recalled how he had obtained his hurt. Looking at her he knew she had expected more, and he knew he could have given much more than he did.

He couldn't stand to look at her with such shame weighing him down, he did not deserve to look at her wild beauty. He turned his head to the side without saying anything, and wondering to himself all the while why he should feel this way. Why should he feel ashamed when it had been his first battle. He was not even a warrior, not according to any standard and yet his pride was cut just as deeply as his side. More so, why should he care what some strange woman would think of him. Beautiful or not, there was no reason for him to care one bit.

He did care though. He cared a lot. He wanted to apologize but he knew that would only make him seem even more weak. He watched her from the corner of his vision and he could not help but to smile though he kept that smile inside hidden away from sight. The moments when they had fought, those had been the best of his life. She had respected his skill and had not held back. She had seen him as more than just the local handyman, she had seen him as her equal.  

“ Thank you.” he said, his voice soft but filled with pain.

Janicy's eyes were focused on the task at hand, and was almost finished removing the bandages when the man spoke.

"Thank you" He said. His words made Janicy freeze for a moment, hands still, holding the dirty bandages as she stared in fear at the wound. After a pause, she blinked and pulled away the last of the bloody bandages. She rolled up the red-soaked material, and set it down beside the bucket. Taking a deep breath, she plunged her hands into the cold, clear liquid and brought them up to wash out the fresh blood. Eyes wide, she concentrated on the task at hand, and didn't reply to the man's words. No, she wouldn't speak to him. She wouldn't.

Carefully, after she finished cleaning the wound again, she picked up the clean roll of bandages. She unwrapped the first bit and began to layer it on the man's injury. She kept her eyes still, focused on completing her self-assigned mission. She paid no heed to the man, didn't let her eyes travel up to his face, simply keeping her mind on one thing. Once she finished reapplying the bandages, she picked up the red-tinted water bucket and mess of dirty bandages, and carried them out of the room. She dumped out the pink liquid into the sink again, and set down the bucket beside it. She tossed the bloody bandages into a bin, before rummaging about in the cabinets for a few moments. Finding what she was looking for, she walked out of the house.

He must be hungry... she thought, carrying the crudely made cup in her hands. She swiftly made her way down to the lake, and dipped the cup into the blue water. She then set it off to the side, and dipped her hands into the liquid. She splashed the water over her face, cleaning the dirty parts as well as running her fingers through her long hair. Upon finishing her daily routine of cleaning, she stood. Glancing around the clearing, she spotted eyes staring out at her from the bushes. After a moment's pause, a Terrible Terror pattered out of its hiding spot. It tottered of her to her, brushing its face along her legs before she crouched down to pat its head. She smiled at it, before turning and picking up the cup filled with water. She blinked kindly at the creature, then turned and walked back to the cave.

Sighing, she entered the house and headed to the kitchen. She quickly began to search through the cupboards again. She found a hunk of boar meat sitting on the shelf. It looked fresh, and still smelled tantalizingly fresh. She must have caught it the day before, so it must be good to eat. She carried it outside to a fire pit, and lit the fire with flint stone she carried in her pocket. She speared the hunk of meat through the middle and held it over the flames, watching as it cooked. When it was finished, she bit into the side, tasting it. It was good, and untainted by staleness. Nodding, she stood, kicking dirt over the fire before carrying the meat back to the house. She picked up the cup of water from the kitchen, along with a wooden plate, before stepping into the room with the man.

Janicy slowly, but carefully, walked further into the room. She set the cup down on a table beside the bed, and stood next to him. She placed the plate on the bedside table, before ripping a large piece of the meat off and dropping it on the plate. Nodding in satisfaction, she retreated from the room.

He felt her hands freeze and he took a deep breath. When she began to move again he closed his eyes tightly shut against the small stabs of pain that shot through his body as she finished her work. He felt his body shiver with cold and with pain as she cleaned and re-bandaged his wound. He breathed in short harsh breaths. When she finally left he gasped against the torment buzzing through his side.

He placed his right hand along the wound. His mind was mercifully robbed of any thoughts save the burning and throbbing that consumed him. He could hear his own hear beat, beyond that the sound of cabinetry being opened, and then only his heart beat. His mind began to wander as he drifted in an out of consciousness. He dreamed of many strange things. he dreamed of wolves, and fighting and blood. He dreamed of a warm embrace, and soft lips touching his own. He dreamed of fire. He would wake here and there and the world would swim in his vision.

The sudden clattering of a dish on his bedside table roused him and he blinked as the sounds of tearing meat echoed a thousand times overlapping the endless echo of the dish being set down. Delicate footsteps retreated from the room before he could even recognize their owner. Sweat seemed to pour off him and he felt as if he were on fire. He sat up slowly. Pain forgotten in a wave of dizziness and confusion. He took a long drink of the water and it felt like ice pouring down his throat.

He ate what he could of the meat his appetite fading into distant memory. Then he rose stiff and sore. The world tilted horribly but he knew he had to move. He could not take up space in her home, in her life any longer. She had done well more than she was required for a fallen foe. He may have shamed himself in battle but as a man he would not force his enemy to care for him. His father would weep tears of blood knowing that his son had been such a leach.

He staggered toward the doorway as the world tilted. He forced his mind to focus against the fire rapidly building in his blood. He leaned on the wall long enough to wipe the sweat from his brow before venturing to the doorway.

“ Wolf-woman!” he called respectfully yet feebly into the dimly lit home. “ I ...need a moment of your time.....if you can spare it.”

Janicy was in the hallway when the man spoke. She froze at his voice, breath catching in her throat. She blinked once and swallowed before slowly turning around, only lifting her eyes to face the man when she was completely turned. She rose her chin, staring at the man in defiance, watching him carefully. She couldn't trust him, he was a man after all.

So why had she allowed him into her home? Why did I heal him? I should have left him to die. She told herself angrily, feeling her own insanity pricking at the edge of her mind. With a mental jerk of the head, she brushed away such feelings. You hurt him, you should heal him. That's how it works. She decided.

Mouth shut tightly as she refused to respond, she took a single step forward. With his injury he shouldn't be up and about She thought suddenly. Nostrils flaring, she walked closer, waving him back into the room. Her eyes glared into the space behind him, gently pressing against his chest in attempt to push him lightly backwards. She pointed to the bed forcefully, signaling for him to sit.

(Ack! So sorry for the long wait!! I've been soooooooper busy with school and social life and such! And I'll post in the other one soon as well, but it's 7 minutes till the wifi turns off. I don't wanna waste time writing only to lose it. Sorry again!!)

The world tilted and tumbled as his gaze focused on the girl. Her moves were deliberate and slow as she turned to face him. He had not thought she would be so near at hand and it took a moment for his mind to bring the tilting world into balance. Her eyes lifted to meet his as her chin lifted in defiance.

He felt his heart beat increase as he took in the strength and beauty in her face. His blood, his body burned with fever and his mind fought frantically to keep him alert and focused as he waited her reply. However, no words ever crossed her sweet lips. She simply stepped forward gesturing for him to return to his bed. The feel of her as she pressed against him, gently pushing him into the room, felt like ice water against his fevered skin. She pointed to the bed and he sat almost in the instant. He felt a certain shyness he had never felt, and the feel of her lingered with him. He closed his eyes more out of a need to not be seen than from the illness coursing through him.

“ I ..I shouldn't be a burden to you ...” he said as he tilted his head toward the ground. “ I do not deserve such kindness no matter how grudging it may be.”

(sorry it took so long to reply and that it is kind of short ^.^ i just have been busy working and am a lil sleepy in this moment lol. )

(that's perfectly alright)

Janicy's nostrils flared and her pupils dilated. She reached out to touch his shoulder, but pulled away swiftly as the disgust set in. He was from the village, and she couldn't stand it. Instead she stepped back, her eyes narrowing. She gritted her teeth before peeling her lips open to speak.

"You will stay until you are healed." She growled decidedly. Despite her hatred for the vikings, she felt guilty and responsible for this man's injury. But why? This feeling was new. She had fought and hurt many vikings brave enough to wander into her forest, yet this one was special. He seemed.....innocent. Well, as innocent as heartless vikings could be.

She watched him with wide eyes, waiting for his reaction.