"You don't understand, little female. I am like a God to these people."
Elodie is lost. Literally.
After a massive adventure leads her to a strange planet with enormous alien men, she has few choices left.
On the run from an aggressive male determin...
And she is perfect. So feminine that I cannot think straight. All I want to do is take her away and care for her. Looking around the forest that is still being covered in rain, I see no male in sight. Somehow, she ended up all the way out here. We are far from the palace, but she got here on her own it would seem.
No male would leave a female in the wood alone. But she has made it this far alive.
So she is not completely helpless, which confuses me. Her soft, small body tells me that she is weak, made for protecting. She is not unscathed from the forest. Her arm wound could be one of many.
It is a miracle I have found her now.
"Do not be afraid." I know there is a possibility that she cannot understand my words, but I must try to soothe her.
Coming closer, I lower myself onto on knee, staring at her as if she will disintegrate.
The female blinks at me, huddling closer to the tree. Salsh follows her movements, nuzzling her face with his nose. He sniffs her hair and her neck.
Amazingly, the female reaches out her hand, tentatively petting the hunting rasler as if she knows him.
And he lets her, happily, a smooth chuff of pleasure leaves his throat.
My mouth parts. Salsh has never let someone other than me pet him. He typically growls and snaps at any hands that reaches for him, but not her. It's as if he knows her priceless value.
"gewd dawgy" She whispers, and then sniffles, tears still leaking down her pink cheeks that look soft to the touch.
Her language is light and airy, her voice the most beautiful sound to have graced my ears.
I gulp, not knowing what to do with myself. Clearly she is afraid. The last thing I want is to scare her even more.
For many I am a hideous beast. I terrify most Rytarians. My name is infamous, my power god like, my scars a curse from my evil occupation. I have never cared how I appear. But now? Now I do.
Does she see what everyone else does?
I shake off the question, moving closer to her. Those dull, green eyes flick back to me, distrust heavy in her gaze. I press my lips together.
"I will care for you. Please. Let me take you away from here." I keep my tone even and soft, and my theory is confirmed when she squints at me, no recognition. She has no translation chip.
Sighing, I put my hand on Salsh's back, giving him a firm pat. If it weren't for him, I may have never found this female.
She would've died out here on her own. The thought drives me mad.
I reach for her slowly, and she doesn't scoot away. I count that as a small success. I touch her pale wrist, lifting it until I can see the scratch.
The wound is spotted with dirt already, the angry skin smothered in red. It leaks continuously, much like her eyes.
"I need to treat this. And soon." I say, more to myself than her. I dare a glance at the female. The fear has evaporated completely. I gasp.
She's... smiling at me.
Her full, pink lips are turning up at the corners, green eyes glinting. I've never seen anything as spectacular in all my cycles.
Clearing my throat, I stand, making a motion for her to follow. She stays sitting in the tree. I rub at my forehead, wondering how I can even begin to get her to follow me.
"You do not want to come with me?" I wonder, but suddenly she's moving.
She crawls out, sitting at my feet with her head turned up to me.
Her legs try and fail to work as she attempts standing. The female makes a sound of frustration, clawing at the tree with effort.
Dear gods. She's too weak to even stand. She looks like a lilarc kit stumbling for footing.
She collapses, and my panic sends me to her side, she falls into my arms, and the feel of her skin against mine is indescribable.
The creature is unbelievably tiny. She must weigh less than Salsh.
"sarryy. iam soe sarryyy" She mumbles, trying to wiggle away, but I don't let her.
She needs shelter, and I'm a fool for letting her stay in the cold for so long. I haul her into my arms, resting her legs over one arm and supporting her back with the other.
The female gasps when I stand, so I freeze. Her dainty arms are wrapped around my neck, her breath tingling my skin with every exhale.
She's so close, pressed against me. Her body is shivering, her soft skin cold to the touch.
I curse myself for allowing her to sit on the ground while I just stared at her.
She deserves better. She's had better, I know simply by the clothes she wears. A dress made of the finest silk, a ribbon in her hair. Even if I didn't know the palace had females, I would take one look at her and know where she came from.
And now I'm going to bring her to my cabin in the woods. It is as far from luxury as a den could get. But now isn't the time for thoughts like that.
She needs a roof over her head, a bed to lay in, warm food in her belly. My den may not be much, but I have the necessities.
There's no more time to waste.
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