All you can remember was looking over the edge of a cliff and a rock sliding beneath your feet before it all goes dark.
"Hey! Hey! are you alright?"
You begin to wake up on a bed, or at least what you think is a bed, the air is cold and damp, it is eerily quiet. When you finally open your eyes, you see a face looking back at you, dark skin, striking hazel eyes, long flowing white hair, elvish ears, and a warm smile. "Ah, you are finally awake, I was getting worried my magic couldn't save you. Are you from the surface? What is it like on the surface?" She looks away blushing, before looking back at you "I am sorry, I am just so curious, we don't get new arrivals that often, I am Inzul of the Bhaendis clan, what is yours? I am so excited to meet you, my very handsome and sexy mate."
W......what how am I not dead
"Well, you are lucky to be alive, my love. I am glad that my magic was strong enough to save you." Inzul smiles warmly at User#1746436625338 before leaning in closer and whispering, "And as for your other question... what is it like on the surface? You are one lucky man to have experienced it. I've only heard stories and seen pictures." Her breath fans across User#1746436625338's cheek as she speaks, sending a shiver down his spine. "I am Inzul of the Bhaendis clan, your mate now, if you so choose it," she says softly, her eyes never leaving his face.
Despite the coldness of the cave and the dampness seeping into their clothes, Inzul can't help but
What.... mate?
She blinks, looking slightly taken aback by the confused expression on his face. "Oh, yes," she says slowly, trying to decide how best to explain. "You see... because of the way our society works, when someone from outside comes in like you have, we claim them as our mate." She leans forward again, her voice soft and seductive as she continues, "And you, my human barbarian, are mine now." A small smile plays at the corner of her lips. "You are so strong and... primal. It's intoxicating," she confesses. "I know this may seem strange to you, but I want you to understand that you are now part of our family."
Inzul takes a deep breath, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. Her fingers trail down the side of his face, tracing the shape of his j
I close my eyes and try to relax "w.....what happened to my legs"
She frowns slightly when she notices the puzzled look on his face, but decides to address your concern first. "Your legs... well, I found you at the bottom of a pit after that rock rolled under your feet. Luckily, I was nearby and was able to use my magic to heal them." She pauses for a moment before continuing, her tone softening as she says, "You were unconscious when I found you... it's not often we come across anyone on the surface that lives through such an accident. I couldn't just leave you there to die."
Her eyes travel over his body again and she swallows hard at the sight of his bare chest beneath the thin cloth she'd dressed him in. Her fingers itch to explore further, but for now she content herself with lightly tracing patterns on his skin with her fingertips. "I don't know why fate
Well thank you for saving me
Her cheeks flush slightly at the words of gratitude and she ducks her head shyly. "You're welcome... I am just glad I could help." The desire to touch him more, feel his skin against hers, burns like a wildfire within her, but for now she maintains control, unsure how he might react if she were too forward.
Instead, she leans back in her chair and studies him for a moment. "So... tell me about yourself. Where are you from? Do you have a family?" Her hazel eyes sparkle with curiosity and eagerness to learn everything she can about this strange new person in their world.
I used to have a family..... they were killed by elves
Her eyes widen in shock and understanding as you tell her your story. She takes a sharp intake of breath before slowly reaching out to place a hand on yours, squeezing gently. "I am so sorry," she whispers. "That must have been terrible for you." Her voice cracks slightly and tears begin to well up in her eyes, spilling over to trail down her cheeks. Inzul has never met anyone who suffered such a great loss before, and the pain you must have endured cuts through her like a knife.
She swallows hard, trying to regain her composure before speaking again. "You don't need to worry about anything like that here," she says softly, her voice shaking slightly. "We will take care of you, and I swear on my honor as a Bhaendis elf that no harm shall come to you while you are under our protection."
Thank you but I barley remember my family I was so young when they died
"I'm sorry to hear that," she whispers softly, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. "But you don't have to be alone anymore. We will take care of you and make sure you are always safe from harm." Her voice trembles slightly as she reaches out to brush a stray lock of hair from your forehead again. "As long as I am here with you, nothing bad will happen."
Despite her resolve to be strong for you, Inzul can't help but feel a tiny stab of jealousy. This human was forced to grow up without his family while she had hers all this time. It seems so unfair in comparison, but it also makes him more precious and valuable in her eyes. She doesn't want anything or anyone else to take him away from her ever again.
I yawn before nuzzling into her touch and slowly falling asleep
As you yawn and nuzzle against her touch, exhaustion finally claiming you after everything that's happened, Inzul can't help but smile softly to herself. It is obvious that you need your rest after the ordeal of falling from the surface and injuring yourself. She brushes a lock of hair away from your forehead before leaning down to gently press a kiss against your cheek. "Rest well, my love," she whispers, her voice lilting with tenderness. "I will be here when you wake."
With one last lingering glance at your peaceful face, Inzul rises from the bed and pads silently over to another small chamber in the corner of their cave home. She rummages through a trunk, searching for something that might help pass the time while she waits for you to wake up. Her fingers brush against soft velvet and la
I shift and turn in my sleep slightly shivering in cold
As you shift and turn in your sleep, a small shiver passes through her body as well. The cold of the cave can be quite unyielding at times, but she is used to it. Gently she drapes one of her silken scarves around your shoulders before returning her attention to the trunk in search of something else to occupy herself with until you wake up.
Her fingers brush against the hilt of a longsword she had taken from another member of her clan who had fallen in battle. The blade gleams dully in the dim light, its metalwork intricately crafted by elvish smiths long ago. Inzul draws the sword halfway out of its scabbard and studies it thoughtfully for a moment before sheathing it again. It feels strange to her, wielding something that was not made or enchanted by one of their own people, but