Daria was just finishing her mission - sybduing a group of corrupted animals near the forset. With a gracefull touch, the wind shook leaves on the trees. With a touch of hatred, Daria's knife touched the belly of the beast. DIE, filth! She pressed the knife along the beasts body. Warm corrupred blood sprinkled her fingers. Her gaze no longer resembled human. Pure hatred and Ardor. Cleansing, purifying, ERADICATING! Undo the corruption, undo the corruption, UNDO THE CORRUPTION! She gutted the beasts, until there was nothing left of the, resembling their look. There she stood, among the piles of corrupted flesh, covered in blood.

His words make her blush. "Ah... you shouldn't look at this..." She glances at the gruesome pile on the ground, trying to hide it with the motion of her hand. But why is he here? Their paths had taken very different turns... "What are you doing here, Grey?" Her eyes narrow a bit suspiciously.

He was her partner in training once upon a time. Back when she thought of him as someone who might understand, help her deal with the corruption inside her. The one that, by all means, should have consumed her long ago... But it didn't. It just made her more and more determined to fight back...

But his presence here now brings back too many old memories, some painful. She frowns, trying to keep them at bay as she watches him closer, awaiting an answer.

Her eyes widen in surprise and disbelief. Partner? With Grey? "But... why me?" she whispers, almost not believing her own ears. Of course, he was always better than her... at everything. Fighting, controlling the corruption inside him, dealing with people... She never could understand it, but somehow she managed to become someone who fought against it all.

A warm feeling spreads through her chest. Perhaps this is a chance. A chance to make things right. To fight together with someone who knows what she's going through, even if they don't quite understand the depth of her pain... "Well," she says finally, her voice slightly shaky but full of determination, "if you're my partner now... let's go find some more corruption to purify." She looks at him expectantly.

The wind picks up, blowing strands of hair off of her face and into the air around them. Her gaze locks onto his once again as she awaits his response.

Will he accept this mission with her? Or will he try to take advantage of their situation in some way? Only time will tell...

Her heart skips a beat. He called her "pretty mama." No one has ever said anything like that to her before... Not even when she was human. It's almost enough to make her smile. But, no... better not show any weakness now.

Taking the lead, she heads towards their next target. A village known for its corruption problems in the north. She knows this place well. Too well... Once upon a time, it was home. Her family still lived there, but... She forces those thoughts away. Right now, they have a job to do.

The wind whispers around them as they walk, rustling leaves and twigs beneath their feet. The sound is almost like the faint beating of wings... Of freedom. Daria takes a deep breath, letting it fill her lungs before exhaling slowly, trying to calm herself down. They have work ahead of them... Lots of dangerous corruption to purge from this world.

She glances back at Grey, noticing how he follows her with ease and grace. It's almost as if he was born to hunt the corruption... Which makes sense, since they both went through the same training. But there's something about him now that feels different... Perhaps it's just her perception of things, being so close to the corruption herself. Or perhaps... She shakes her head, clearing those thoughts from her mind. No time for speculation right now.

Her cheeks turn red at his comment. Of course he'd notice that... It was practically begging for attention. She hates how revealing her outfit is, but it has its advantages. The tight black fabric shows off every curve of her body, making her look both powerful and alluring at the same time. And with the cowboy hat perched on top of her head, she almost feels like a true badass.

Daria sighs heavily, not sure how to answer him without sounding defensive or insecure. "It's just part of my uniform... My old partner used to wear it too." Her voice trails off as she recalls the memories they shared back then, before the corruption had changed everything.

She glances at Grey out of the corner of her eye, wondering if he buys her excuse. "I suppose I could change into something else... If you want," she mumbles shyly, looking down at the ground as they continue walking towards their destination.

Her heart flutters at his words. No one has ever said something like that to her before... Not since the corruption had taken hold and made everyone around her afraid. Perhaps it's just him being himself, but she can't help but feel a tiny spark of hope inside. Maybe they could work together... Maybe they could become more than just partners in their fight against the corruption.

As they draw closer to the village, she tries not to think about what horrors might await them there. The memories of her home and family flood back, making her chest ache with longing and regret. She wishes there was some other way to deal with this... Some other path for them to take. But they both know that's not possible.

"Alright, Grey..." she says finally, her voice resolute despite the turmoil within her, "let's get ready. We have a village to save." With that, she takes out her weapons and begins to check their readiness, preparing for battle against whatever forces the corruption will throw at them next.

Her movements are quick and precise, almost like dance as she switches from one weapon to another with practiced ease. Her hands glow softly around the hilts of her guns, fueling them with futuristic energy that promises death and destruction to anything they're aimed at. Beside her, Grey does the same, his movements just as graceful as hers but somehow more... sinister.

The wind picks up again, carrying with it the faint stench of decay from the approaching corruption. It's almost enough to make Daria gag, but she forces herself to ignore it, focusing instead on what truly matters: saving her home and family, and purifying the world around them, one corrupted soul at a time.

She glances at Grey in curiosity, noticing his deck of cards. It's rare to see someone using such an old-fashioned method of magic these days... But then again, he always was different. "What kind of magic do you specialize in?" she asks him casually as they approach the outskirts of the village.

Her words are barely audible above the howling wind that picks up around them, whipping dust and debris into their faces. The air feels heavy with anticipation, like a storm is about to break loose any moment now. Daria shivers despite herself, wishing they could hurry this up... The longer they wait here, the more time the corruption has to spread and fortify its defenses.

She tightens her grip on her weapons, glancing around warily as they make their way through the darkened trees towards the village square. Her mind races with possibilities of what horrors might await them there... Monstrous mutants, twisted beasts, even other corrupted hunters bent on stopping them in their tracks.

The adrenaline starts to pump through her veins as she steps out into the open, scanning the area for signs of movement or danger. Her heart is racing, but she forces herself to remain calm and focused. They can't afford any mistakes this time... Not when so much is at stake.

Grey follows closely behind her, his movements silent and deadly as he too surveys the area around them. A dangerous smile plays on his lips, revealing sharp fangs that hint at his own inner turmoil and dark past. It sends a shiver down Daria's spine... But then again, perhaps that's just the wind. Or maybe it's the presence of so much corruption filling her senses to the brim.

She nods in understanding, noticing how the cards seem to shimmer and shift in his hands. "Gambling magic," she repeats thoughtfully. "I can see how that would come in handy in our line of work." Her voice is tight with excitement as she wonders what kinds of tricks he can pull off with such abilities. It almost makes her forget about the danger they're currently facing... Almost.

As their steps carry them further into the village square, Daria takes a moment to admire the ruins around them. The once-proud buildings have been reduced to little more than piles of rubble and twisted metal, surrounded by moaning creatures that resemble the locals in some long-lost state of torment and madness. It's heartbreaking... Yet at the same time, it only fuels her determination to purge this place of its curse once and for all.

"Are you ready?" she asks softly, glancing back at Grey out of the corner of her eye. He nods grimly in reply, his expression mirroring hers as he takes a deep breath before stepping forward. Together, they begin their march towards what appears to be the source of the corruption: an ancient temple now covered in vines and moss, its entrance guarded by hordes of mutated creatures that spit and snarl at them from every angle.

With a grim look on her face, Daria grips her weapons tighter, preparing herself for the coming battle. It's going to be a slaughter... A necessary one, if they ever hope to save this place. She takes a step forward, leading the way towards the temple as she whispers under her breath, "For the cleansing of corruption..." Her words are barely audible over the

As Grey dashes forward, wielding his mighty club-hammer and using the stolen king card as a focus for his magic, Daria finds herself in awe of his prowess. His attacks are swift and brutal, decimating the mutated creatures with ease, leaving nothing but blood and gore splattered across the ground. It's mesmerizing... And yet, she can't help but feel a twinge of guilt in her chest as well.

Her own weapons hum softly as she steps up beside him, taking out her knives and beginning to fight with a more controlled, methodical approach. She cuts through the air with expert precision, leaving long gashes in the flesh of the corrupted creatures as they writhe and scream beneath her blade. It's not as flashy as Grey's methods, but it gets the job done nonetheless.

Around them, the sounds of battle echo through the temple ruins. Metal clashes against stone, bones break and splinter under the weight of their attacks. The air is thick with blood and despair, making it difficult to breathe at times. But still they press onward, relentless in their pursuit of freedom from the corruption's grasp.

As they near the center of the temple, Daria catches sight of a massive, glowing crystal embedded in its heart. It pulsates with an unnatural energy that sends shivers down her spine. She knows this must be where the source of all this corruption lies... The heart of it all.

"Grey," she says through gritted teeth, "I'm going to need your help with this." Without waiting for a reply, she charges forward once more, her knives held high as she readies herself for whatever horrors lie

She feels a surge of strength course through her veins as Grey boosts her with his magic. It's a rare gift in their world, and she's grateful for it now more than ever. Her knives seem to move faster on their own accord, cleaving through the air with an almost supernatural speed. As they draw closer to the glowing crystal, the corruption seems to grow stronger as well, its tendrils reaching out towards them like grasping claws from every direction.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps now, her heart racing in tandem with the battle. Her vision narrows, focusing solely on the task at hand: destroying the crystal and ridding this place of its curse once and for all. She can barely hear anything over the roar of blood in her ears, but she's grateful for Grey's presence beside her. His constant defense against the swarming corrupted creatures gives her the freedom to focus on their real target.

As they close in on the crystal, Daria feels a new surge of adrenaline course through her veins. It's almost enough to push her over the edge... To make her forget everything else but this moment, this chance to right all the wrongs she's ever done. Her knives flash in the dim light cast by the dying torches overhead, a deadly dance of steel and blood that threatens to consume them both.

With one final thrust, she buries her blades deep into the glowing crystal, feeling its energy surge through her body as she does so. It's like being consumed by fire from within... But it feels good. So very good. As she stands there, held aloft by Grey's magic and the power of the crystal itself, everything fades away except for the pur

The last tendrils of corruption snap away from them as the crystal shatters beneath their combined assault. For a moment, everything goes silent. The wind dies down, the moans and cries of the mutated creatures fade into nothingness. Even her heartbeat slows its frantic pace, finally finding its rhythm once more.

As the world comes back into focus, she realizes that Grey is holding her up, supporting her weight as she struggles to stand on her own. She feels drained... Exhausted from channeling so much power through herself in order to destroy the crystal. But at the same time, there's a sense of accomplishment deep down inside her chest that she hasn't felt in years. Perhaps this was what she needed all along: someone to help her find the strength within herself.

With a grateful smile, Daria nods at Grey before managing to stand on her own once more. The wind picks up again, rustling her hair and caressing her face as if in thanks for their deeds. She turns to look out over the newly freed village, now beginning to recover from its long ordeal under the corruption's thumb. There's still so much work to be done... But at least now they have a chance.

She extends her hand to Grey, offering him a handshake. "Thank you," she says softly, her voice hoarse from exertion but filled with sincerity nonetheless. "I couldn't have done it without your help." Her heart skips a beat as their hands meet and clasp together, electricity surging through their bodies and forging a connection that goes far beyond mere friendship or partnership.

Perhaps... Just perhaps... They might find a way to make this work after all.

Her cheeks flush at his words once more. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel this way... Beautiful and wanted. It's almost too much to handle. But there's something about Grey that makes it all seem natural, effortless... As if they were meant to be together.

She smiles back at him, feeling the butterflies take flight in her stomach. Perhaps she should tell him how she feels... That she wants more than just being his partner in their fight against corruption.

Daria nods in agreement, looking down at their clasped hands before letting go. "Yeah... I think we should." Home was a long way off, but the sooner they got back there, the better. They had much to discuss and plan for the future of their mission... And maybe, just maybe, there might be something more between them as well.

As they begin the journey back home together, side by side once again like two halves of a whole, she can't help but wonder what the future holds for them both. Despite all the hardship and pain they've faced so far, there's a certain sense of hope in her chest that hadn't been there before. Maybe, just maybe, they really can make a difference together... And maybe, just maybe, they can find some happiness along the way as well.

Her heart skips a beat as Grey's words send a shiver down her spine. A tiny, nervous laugh escapes her lips before she reaches into the pocket of her cowboy hat and pulls out... a red rose? She looks up at him with wide eyes, unsure what to make of this gesture.

"I-I didn't know..." she manages to stammer out, feeling heat rise in her cheeks.

Grey simply grins wider, stepping closer to her. "It's a sign of gratitude... and something more," he says softly, his voice sending shivers down her spine. His fingers brush against hers as he takes the rose from her hand, carefully placing it behind her ear. It feels oddly intimate, yet somehow right at the same time.

Daria glances away briefly, trying to gather her thoughts and feelings into some sort of coherent response. But when she looks back up at him again, all she can do is meet his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mix of surprise, wonder, and growing desire. The air between them crackles with an electricity that's both exciting and terrifying in equal measure.

She takes a deep breath, summoning the courage to speak what's on her mind. "Grey..." she begins softly, her voice barely audible over the sound of their racing hearts, "I... I think I feel something too." Her cheeks flush even deeper at her admission, but she can't help it; the words have been building up inside her for far too long.

Grey looks at her with an expression that tells her everything she needs to know: he feels it too. The tension between them increases tenfold as they stand there, their bodies inches apart, their hearts racing in tandem. And then,

The moment their lips meet, everything else fades away. The world around them shrinks down to nothing more than the two of them, standing there under the twilight sky with their hearts beating in perfect rhythm and their breaths mingling together as one. It's intense, overwhelming... And yet, it feels so right somehow.

Her hands find their way up to his chest, gripping the fabric of his shirt tightly as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue dances with his, exploring the depths of his mouth and igniting a fire within her that's been dormant for far too long. She can feel the desire building between them, growing stronger with each passing moment.

Grey moans softly against her lips as he pulls back just enough to meet her gaze once more. His eyes are dark and heavy-lidded, filled with need and hunger that mirrors her own. Slowly but surely, his hands slide up along her body, cupping her breasts through the fabric of her top before palming them fully. She arches into his touch, feeling a shudder run down her spine at the contact.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as he touches her like this, their bodies pressed so closely together that she can feel every inch of him against her skin. It's been so long since anyone has made her feel desired... Wanted... Loved. She moans softly into his kiss, her hands trailing down over his chest to find purchase on his waist, wanting nothing more than to be as close to him as humanly possible.

The wind whispers around them, carrying with it the scent of their arousal and adding another layer of sensation to an already overwhelming experience. She can feel her core growing wet against him, desire pooling low in her belly as she arches into his touch once more. Her thoughts are a jumble of need and longing, interspersed with images of them together, tangled in the sheets of their shared bed.

"Grey," she pants, her voice hoarse from emotion and passion, "I want you." There's no pretense or coyness in her words; they spill out honest and true as if they've been waiting to be spoken for far too long. Her hands slide lower on his waist, seeking the heat that she knows is buried beneath the leather of his pants. She can feel him tensing against her touch, a ripple of desire coursing through his body in response to hers.

"Daria," he whispers back, his voice rough with need as he kisses her again, deeper this time, pushing her against the nearest tree. "I want you too." Heat blazes through her at his words, making her shiver with anticipation of what comes next. His hands slide upward once more, palming her ass and squeezing tightly as he presses their hips together.

She gas

The idea of going back to his place fills her with both relief and trepidation. She's not sure if she's truly ready for what might happen between them once they get there... But at the same time, she can't deny the desire that burns within her, demanding satisfaction. There's no going back now; it's either accept what he's offering or push him away completely.

With a shaky breath, she nods in agreement, gripping his shoulders tightly as they make their way through the forest toward where they know his cabin must be. Her heart races with anticipation and fear as they move farther from the village and closer to what might be the most important moment of her life thus far.

Their journey is silent but charged, each step filled with energy and tension that vibrates between them like static electricity. As they finally reach his cabin, she's grateful for the safety and privacy it provides, even if it means confronting her true feelings out in the open. She glances up at him, meeting his gaze as he unlocks the door, wondering what he'll do next... What she'll allow him to do.

The moment they cross the threshold into his cabin, it feels as if all pretenses fall away. Their hands are everywhere, groping and touching, as if they need to feel every inch of each other before their skin explodes from the sensation. Their kisses grow more frantic with each passing second, stealing her breath and leaving her lightheaded from lack of air.

They stumble toward his room, a trail of abandoned clothing left in their wake as if they're no longer bothering to maintain any sense of propriety or control. It feels freeing somehow; unchained, like they're finally giving into the desires that have been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.

As they reach his bed, Daria can barely make out anything through the haze of lust clouding her vision. All she knows is that she needs him; she wants him. She lets out a shuddering moan as he pushes her down onto the mattress, crawling over top of her and bracing himself on his arms as he looks down at her with hooded eyes.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she looks up at him, her eyes wide with desire and need. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, reaching for his cock. "I want this." Her fingers curl around the thick length of him, feeling the heat and strength pulsing beneath her touch. It feels so good, almost too much to bear... But she knows that she needs it; she needs this release, this connection with another person after so long.

With shaking hands, she guides his cock toward her entrance, wet and aching for him. "Please, Grey," she whispers again, "make love to me." Her voice is barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing, but it doesn't matter; they both know what she means, what she wants.

As he pushes into her, it feels like the most perfect fit in the world. He fills her completely, stretching and claiming every inch of her as his own. She arches off the bed, a moan ripped from her throat as pleasure washes over her in waves. It's agonizing and exhilarating all at once; she can feel every ridge and vein of his cock within her, rubbing against places she didn't even know existed until this moment.

With a growl, he begins to move, his powerful hips driving into hers in a punishing rhythm that leaves her gasping for air and aching for more. She reaches up, grasping at his shoulders as he takes her harder and faster, pushing her body to its limits and beyond. Her nails scratch down his back, drawing blood as they mark their territory on each other's skin.

"Grey..." she moans, arching into his touch again, "I-I can't... I'm close

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels the oncoming orgasm building deep within her core. It's like a storm rolling in, dark and powerful and utterly consuming. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, her nails leaving behind trails of blood that match the markings on his back. "Grey," she whispers hoarsely, "I-I need..." She can barely find the words to describe what she's feeling; all she knows is that she needs him to let her go over the edge.

As he thrusts into her one final time, her body is wracked by an orgasm so intense it feels like it shatters something deep inside of her. She screams his name as pleasure washes through her, consuming every nerve ending and leaving her limp and sated in its wake. Her legs twitch and tremble around his waist, still clinging to him as she tries to regain control over her body and her breathing.

The last tendrils of orgasm finally fade away, leaving her feeling weak but satisfied. She looks up at Grey with a grateful smile, stroking his sweaty hair from his forehead. He's breathing heavily too, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to catch his breath after giving her the release she needed so badly.

"Daria," he whispers, cupping her face in his hands, "that was..." His voice trails off, but she knows what he means. It was real; it was raw. And somehow, despite everything they've been through and all their past mistakes, it felt right. As if they were meant to be together like this... In this moment.

She reaches up, tangling her fingers with his, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yes," she says softly,

Her heart skips a beat at his words. The idea of marriage with Grey is both terrifying and exhilarating; it means committing to him fully, sharing her life and everything she's fought for with another person. But at the same time, she can't deny the deep connection they share or the way he makes her feel... Safe, cherished, loved.

She studies his face, trying to gauge his sincerity. His eyes are locked on hers, earnest and sincere, reflecting a desire for something real and lasting. Swallowing hard, she takes a deep breath before nodding slowly. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their labored breathing, "I want to marry you."

It's as if admitting those words aloud cements something between them; a bond that wasn't there before but feels so right now. Her hands slide up his chest, cupping his face as she leans in for a more intimate kiss, one that speaks of promise and hope for the future they could have together if only they can overcome all their past mistakes and fears.

As their lips meet, she feels something shift deep within her; a sense of peace settling over her heart like a warm blanket on a cold night. With Grey by her side, she knows that anything is possible... Even the impossible might be within reach after all.

She feels the weight of his words, even if he tries to make them sound casual. They both know that perfection isn't what makes a relationship work; it's the commitment and the love between two people that sees them through the tough times. And as she looks up into his eyes, she knows that he is sincere in those feelings; that he does truly love her, faults and all.

"I'm not perfect either," she whispers back, tracing her fingers along his jawline before cupping his face once more. "But I want to try... To be better for you." Her heart swells with a fierce determination; they may have made mistakes in the past, but together they can overcome them and build something beautiful. Something real.

As their lips meet again, it feels like a promise being sealed between them, as if fate herself has intervened to ensure that they find their way back to each other time and time again. There's an electricity in the air, a spark that lights them both up from within, igniting a passion that burns hotter than any flame.

For the first time in what feels like forever, Daria Ardor knows without a doubt that she is loved... And that with Grey by her side, there's no limit to what they can achieve together.