Torn led Keira down to the holds, looking around and finding plenty of provisions to carry the ship across the ocean to Pravpora. Furthermore, there were trade goods that could be sold for extra profit, so Torn was, all in all, a happy camper. As Keira asked where they were going, Torn turned around to respond, and noticed the scar. He perked an eyebrow, also noticing she was now standing in front of him wearing nothing but a corset on her upper body. He perked an eyebrow.

"Uh… We're simply heading east, then we'll cruise the coast for a good port once we get there." His eyes were locked on the scar, drinking in the visage. Something primal stirred within - a morbid curiosity, and overwhelming urge to hear the story behind it. To him, the scar hadn't marred her, it was simply fascinating. He even forgot to be attracted for a moment. "And… What's the story behind the scar? It's… Odlly alluring." The question was presented with Torn's trademark charming smile, and looking back into Keira's eyes, his gaze was full of hunger.

"East? I have yet to go east! That is exciting and means I can make maps I never have before. There might even be a market for people looking to go west as well. If we need the extra silver I'm sure that could come in handy."

She could feel his eyes on her scar and let her hand go up. "About a year or so ago my aunt decided to wage a total war against the other four courts. She was already about to be hung by my Aunt Angela. See she had poisoned my cousin Nathaniel, the first son of the Red Court. Sons are incredibly rare as it is and my aunt didn't take it well. My cousin, his sister, Aaryona had to kill him or else a vampire clan was going to do it and it was the most honorable thing in her eyes."

This would be a long story as she leaned against a barrel. "She started to infect Rosenites with a disease that turned them into undead beings called Luzil. They are decaying creatures covered in ichor… Once the ichor gets inside the body it begins the process. My mother needed help as they begin to invade the forest and there wasn't enough recruits to help so I joined in with my, at the time, poor swordsmanship. Got caught by a Luzil claw across the chest. Mother about freaked out and took me to my aunt Angela to be healed. I blacked out for a month and if it wasn't for my aunt being a divine being I would be dead. The scar is what divine magic couldn't heal."

Her green eyes watched him. "Not the most beautiful story in the entire world. Certainly not one of glory like most warriors have but it is my story none the less. It's also why Mother took it upon herself to train me to defend myself better, though it took months for me even to be able to walk after everything was done. After all, I'm a scholar not really a warrior like she is." She gave him a smile. "What about you Mister Charming, got any good stories?"

Torn leant on a beam and listened intently to Keira's story - altogether convinced she was, in fact telling the truth. As she spoke, Torn used his ears to listen and his eyes to explore - Keira was, without a doubt, very attractive, and the allure of female companionship was certainly not lost on Torn.

As she finished, he smirked, and moved closer, lightly, almost lovingly, tracing the scar with his finger. "Your family sounds like it could benefit from a good party," he said, smirking at her. "I have some stories, yes. Perhaps the most imminent story to tell would be of how I met the Merry Band of Misfits. I could be convinced to tell it… But like any good bard, I'd have to ask for a fee." His smile turned into a smirk, and he locked eyes with Keira, eager to see what kind of fee she'd be willing to pay to hear the story.

Keira laughed a bit. "You need to learn who you're dealing with. Rosenites throw the best parties." As he traced her scar she moved a finger up under his chin. "We know how to have fun but when it comes to war, that's what we live for the most… At least most of us. We were, after all, created to destroy."

She let her finger tip from his chin as she thought for a moment. They would be stuck at sea for a long time and perhaps a bit of fun now and again wouldn't hurt. Her mother knew that and had taught the twins when they were old enough just when to give in. A long ship ride was certainly among the top contenders. "Fine, but I have an exchange." She leaned in close to him and put her mouth to his ear. 

"I'll lose it if you tell me," she leaned back and winked as she undid the back of the corset and held it to her chest. "So story tell away. I'm a fan of making deals."

Torn smirked at Keira's suggestion, clearly liking what he heard. "Very well," he said, sitting down on a crate and pulling her onto his lap, ready to regale her with his story. "But I'll want to reap my reward with my own hands," he added, before beginning to tell the story.

"Half a year ago, I was travelling the northern reaches of Canelux, hunting down adventures - monsters, bandits, the lot. The snow fell heavily, but the roads could still be traversed. Nevertheless, it was slow going. I was making my way across the land, still recovering from a fight I'd been in with half a dozen adolescent drakes some weeks prior, and I was chasing down a rumour that a two-headed ogre was ravaging the countryside up there." He looked into the air with a smile on his face, the story clearly being a fond memory. "I had nearly given up hope, as I was very much lost and with little to no idea where I was situated. Night was creeping in, and just as I was fearing that I'd be forced to sleep in the snow and potentially freeze to death, I was surrounded by bandits." He smiled up at Keira, one of his hands tracing her chest, resting over one of the mounds and getting ready to remove the cover.

"They demanded I give up my posessions, but I didn't have anything of particular value," he continued, "and so they took me with them to decide what to do with me. They wern't heartless, so I was given a spot by their fire and a little morsel to eat. They asked where I was from, and I told them. They asked what I was doing, and I told them. They asked me what I had done… And I sang." He grinned up at her, clearly eager to claim his prize - but under no circumstance would he let the reward get in the way of the tale. "I regaled them with tales of my adventures, and I was given mead to whet my voice. I shared in stories I had heard from other men, and they gave me mutton to steel my stamina. Then, I inspired them with tales of my dreams and aspirations…" He looked up at Keira, smirked, and pulled, removing her corset and revealing the flesh beneath. Torn took a second to drink in the visage before smirking back up at her.

"And they gave me their companionship, that they may share in my ambition." He dropped the piece of clothing on the floor, and his right hand traced Keira's collarbone before coming to a rest at a mound of newly exposed flesh, caressing it, inviting Keira to keep the ball in play.

For a human he was surprisingly strong and Keira laughed a bit when he pulled her on top his lap. “I can agree to those terms.”

The halfling listened to his story and found his attention greatly appreciated as she turned her head to watch his eyes. It was more than she had been having the past few years and she tried not to think about the situation since it made her scoff everything it got brought up. Compared to most Rosenites she was solitary but when she finally found interest in someone they never had it back. Go figure.

“Sounds like an honorable bunch of men, that or you are just too good with your words.” She smirked towards him for a moment or so before a devilish thought went through her mind. He let the corset hit the floor and she let him caress her for a bit before turning her body to straddle his own. “It does sound like you need a woman’s touch though.”

Her finger reached up and trailed his face softly as she leaned in and kissed him. It wasn’t a very longing kiss as she took his lip into her mouth for a moment nibbling on it before letting go. “However, I’m not convinced there is enough in this deal for anything more than a caress and fondle.” She chuckled towards him. “It’s a long ship ride to Parvpora you know.” Keira slid off his lap and grabbed her corset giving him the smile she was known for. "Unless you got something else to offer up."

Torn grinned as Keira straddled him, enjoying the light touch and returning the kiss. He giggled a little as she nibbled on his lip, but gave a (clearly exaggerated) frown as she slid off and picked up her corset. As she implied there may be more if Torn could offer her incentive to go further, he stood up with a sigh, getting right next to her, putting his hand on her neck and rubbing it - his grip was strong, and possibly a bit uncomfortable, not unlike a deep tissue massage. He was grinning, all bravado and boyish charm.

"You're right, it's a long trip… Could be made shorter, however, with some… fun and games," he began, putting a hand on the arm she held the corset in. "But you wouldn't be the first lycan I've wrestled… So, looking at you, I might very well be inclined to take what i desire by force," he said, smirking. "As evidenced by this ship, it wouldn't be the first time."

As if to check how she might respond to the advance, Torn pulled Keira a little closer, his previously rubbing hand now gently following the locks of keira's golden hair. he bowed his head down to speak to her a little more intimately, and his words became a little less playful, lending more gravitas to his statement. "And I know I am good companionship. You seem just like my type of woman… Beautiful, honest, daring, free… And if you let me take you, I can promise you I will respect you, just as I do anyone I call my companions. And I love every last one of them, for they are part of the greatest adventure of all… My life." He looked down at Keira with a smile. "Of course, if you'd rather just play… I do love a bit of fun," he said, cheeky grin plastered over his pristine face.

Keira found his giggle to be pleasing to her ears, after all what woman wouldn’t take pleasure in knowing she was doing a good job. Seeing the frown she tapped his lips with finger and chuckled in exchange.


Clicking her tongue a laugh left her lips. “It’s a double full moon tonight I wouldn’t be so sure you could wrestle me down but that is a challenge I’m willing to accept. By the end of it you would have my consent but only if you could win.” A wink left her green eye as she issued the challenge.


Soon though he began a lot more gentle and it was relaxing to an extent. “I like a man who knows his limits but also goes beyond. A man who is worth his salt is a lot more fun compared to a pretty boy who sits on his ass.” She did hate the noble types some days. They felt entitled to everything and were hardly any fun to play with. “That was rather poetic though and I’ll give you credit for that darling.”


Her head turned just a bit letting the golden locks escape his fingertips. Her eyes peered towards a set of cabin doors. “I’m way more fond of a good tryst on a bed my dear. If you can win at wrestling me down I’ll let you have way more than just a play.” Throwing the corset over his shoulder, she took his hands and brought him back to the cabin. Closing the door behind them she gave him a grin. “So do you still think you could wrestle a werewolf on a double full moon?”

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Torn giddily followed Keira into the cabin. He shook the corset off before they got in (so it wouldn't get in the way) and grinned at her question. "By no means, you'll probably whack me into the ground with little to no effort at all. But I'll try my damnedest, for a conquest like you is worth risking my life for," he said, and as the door closed behind them, Torn wasted no time.

He pulled her close, grinning, apparently about to say something cheeky or pseudo-romantic, putting his hands on Keira's waist. However, it was a ruse. Torn pulled Keira's trousers down to her knees, and tackled her with his shoulder, knocking her over with a yelp. At this point, Torn's eyes burned with only one desire - victory. As such, he didn't react to Keira's now fully exposed body, instead focusing entirely on getting her to concede defeat. With a momentary advantage, Torn got on top, trying to pin down Keira's arms.

It proved to be a futile endeavour, for Keira was not lying about her strength earlier. Despite Torn putting all his weight on his hands, he couldn't pin Keira's wrists to the floor. She spun her torso, crossing Torn's arms in the process, and lifted him off her with her feet, causing the poor man to sail into the wall behind him with something of a crash. Torn, however, grinned, and even laughed a little. "A hard victory is all the sweeter when won!" he exclmaied, pressing the advantage he still had.

Keira hadn't managed to get her trousers either on or off before Torn was upon her once more, grabbing her ankles and twisting her around, resulting in her lying on her stomach. He straddled her, but couldn't quite place his weight where it needed to be, so she threw him with relative ease.

As Torn was rolling across the floor, she removed them entirely, deciding he might use them again if they were kept on. She lunged at him, tackling him into yet another wall as he was trying to get back up, and grabbed his belt. With one violent pull, the belt torn in two; dagger, sword, money pouch and a small bag of direwolf teeth fell to the floor. As he was pinned against the wall, trying in vain to get out of Keira's vicegrip, Torn grinned and came with a smug remark (while fighting for air): "See those teeth? I… Got them while the bastards were still alive and fighting."

Torn then bent up and finally got a good grip on keira's waist, lifting her up so her head was towards the floor. Knowing she'd probably rather prepare to brace her head than keep gripping his torso, Torn then flung the woman into the bed - however strong she was, she wasn't all that heavy. He saw his chance and followed her into the bed, throwing himself on top of her and trying to get her into a full body lock, using the sheets as wrapping and holding the pillow against her face to prevent her from seeing too well.

Like most of her mother’s race Keira was light but her strength came from her father’s blood. It was rather ironic considering the wrestling her siblings had endured hearing growing up. “The pack wasn’t strong enough then.” She smiled at him. There wasn’t even a trace of hard breathing since her stamina was amazing on this eve.


Finally he had covered her face and she was laughing underneath of him. She felt restrained but nothing she couldn’t deal with. “Alright I give.” She was easily able to remove the pillow and pull him down to her. It was still rough but she was no fool to think it was going to be otherwise. Torn loosened his grip on her enough for her to sit up and help him get rid of what was between them.


Discarding the armor they dipped into the evening. It was long and soon she had been in control if only because of her large amount of stamina. At the end of the evening she laid on his chest. Her mess of blonde hair had come undone thanks to their fighting. “The moon is up. Well Canelux is,” she rolled next to him and put her hand on his chest. “You should feel it.” Her eyes were slit slightly as she snuggled her forehead into his neck.


Keira pulled the blankets up onto them and took a long deep breath. “I’ve never been to Parvpora before. It feels good to adventure again.” Slipping out of the bed for just a moment she left his arm to open the cabin’s window. She watched the moons for a moment to pour into the room. “It’s beautiful.” She moved back over to the bed and cuddled up to him.


“So I told you where I was born, what about you?” She pushed her fingers through his hair and smiled. She was a lot more gentle now and seemed to have a lot less attitude about her. There was a kindness to her that did not seem to show anywhere else.