(Picture is of General Raylen)

Watching him take a well stride backwards, Siana quickly pulled her layers back over her head. A fleeting look was passed her way as War moved towards the door, while his hands moved causing each hinge to be unlocked Siana slipped out a covered window with deadly silence. Being caught confined with War would only stir more whispers, not that there wasn’t already some to be heard if your ears were tuned in right.

But Siana wanted to keep them to a minimal, she attributed this to giving War less to groan and grumble about. Something Margarette said he was found of doing no matter what. after several steps out of light to where he was, she once again heard his hammer pounding steel into a form fitted piece. rolling both her shoulders, Siana shivered to the thought, he didn’t just guess where to touch her, or get a stroke of luck in knowing where a woman would be best struck to mud within hands. Rather he had better knowledge of what they liked, didn’t like and for some reason that didn’t completely bother her.

There was enough talk of how War had become how and who he was, but very little in the way of what he sought after in a female companion. With no real hard evidence to which one could go on, Siana took what she heard and puzzled it together as best she could.

Passing one home after another Siana felt the sting of piercing eyes ravishing her body, while doing her best not to seem bothered or even much less aware of the individual, she searched cautiously. Finding him didn’t prove to be as difficult as Siana had thought, in fact he had been leaning against a tree in the open while allowing anyone to see his movements. She didn’t like that one bit, ideally one who hides himself to sneak about is normally a coward who lurks on those he thinks are weaker.

For this man to be brazen enough to do his snooping out in the open, proved one of two things. Either he was a village idiot who’d somehow gotten out of his hovel, or he had skill in such a way that lurking over a female wasn’t a worry he put to mind. Siana wished him to be the first, but his long sword didn’t look to be something of just show.

Trees passed by blocking his view of her, a few men moving about their campsites chatted in utter unawareness to what was going on around them. Siana slowly tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, an action to steady her hands from looking uncomfortable. Not wanting him to sense her uneasiness, Siana looked as though she was merely going for a stroll. All the while her hidden hand gripped hilt to a dagger under her belt’s pouch, a mere trick she’d found rather useful when dealing with ornery males.

A quick step over rotting roots and Siana was in her campsite, she’d picked an area away from the group as a way to keep her privacy her own. The village itself was rather large considering who dwelled within. Mostly farmers and thieves seemed to be what bred in these parts, making the better of the two easier to pick from crowds. With a steady hand Siana tossed two pieces of wood onto the makings of her fire pit.

She could feel the cold sweep across open fields right into their campsites, but the men were too busy stuffing their faces and enjoying the local feminine company to really take notice to the changing of the weather. Pity as most humans died from lack of warmth.

The rustling of leaves drifting over falling footsteps gave way to Siana’s brows shifting, a long breath of the approacher calmed her nerves as she registered it wasn’t the stalker from the shadows. But rather Raylen.

“You camp so far from my men. Do they displease you?” Raylens manor was turned, he seemed almost bothered with the idea of her out of reach of his sense. Siana lifted her head while tossing another log onto her firepit.

“No, I have lived with wilder man than they. I just like my space before entering a battle, keeps my head on the target at hand” Her honesty shown through eyes, their shimmer flickered off the flint stone she began to strike with her dagger.

“Are you worried than?” He asked taking a seat on a less rotted stump. Sparks caught pulled fibers from Siana’s saddle bags, giving the flames something to grow against. She pushed pieces of wood deeper into the heat allowing them to be swallowed whole if the flames so chosen before looking Raylen again in his eyes.

“I am not” Siana stood up, tucking her flint away from what felt like a growing storm. Smells of fresh rain was something Siana had come to love, its washing away of old and dead gave way to new life buried under all its turmoil. Raylen’s eyes followed her around, a fear to break away seemed to befall his features.

“How long have you lived with War?” Siana’s movements halted. His question was one that opened many doors to places Siana had tried to bolt shut, however it seemed with just one flicker of his question and they had blown off hinges.

“Since I was a child” she stated firmly, a hope he would hear the distaste in her tone and leave it be. To him stretching out his legs, Siana frowned feeling her tone had done nothing in persuading him to move along.

“What was it like?” Raylen crossed his arms behind his head, getting rather comfortable in her campsite. More than Siana would of liked from the leader of many. She scowled behind her back, gripping a cloth that hung off her belt.

“Why do you ask so many questions about me? Do you not have men to look after? A woman to stir, I am not here to hold detailed conversations. I am here to kill, collect and begon. Don’t forget that.” Giving him a hardened stare down, Siana quickly turned slipping into her tent away from prying eyes that would of liked to see her squirm.

She heard Raylen stand, and a whisper of words befall her ears before he left her be for a nights rest.

“My men are well. A woman to stir isn’t something I look for when seeking a well breed conversation.” Siana growled meaninglessly to herself for saying such harsh words to a man who more than likely was just looking for an intelligent conversation. She was now going to have to fix what she’d done, but not right now. Right now she wished to sleep, and try her damnness to clear all thoughts of what happened between her and War.

If that were even possible…..

Heated, cooled and then heated again, War checked each piece he’d crafted by hand for her. His mind on the job, didn’t sway him from previous pleasures of Siana. Every feeling, sense of smell and taste was explicitly new to him, in ways he could not say bothered him. The woman had a way of slipping in from behind shadows, only to turn his steady head balled up and in utter turmoil. How Siana did not see what effects she had on him, War didn’t no.

Having never intended on abling himself in such luxuries as getting a perfect fit to her form, War stared at sculpted silver he’d crafted. Even the breast plate he’d spent hours perfecting, still didn’t do her body justice. An overwhelming urge to find her once more took over, the need not only to perfect his own skills, but perhaps gain a little more insight to what Siana concealed, was more than enough of a push for War to leave his work.

Passing many men, War caught Raylen venturing away from Siana’s small camp. His brow lifted not seeing her within any angled viewing. Clenching his fists to sides, War moved a little quicker passing men who greeted with grunts and nods his way. Only his vision lay straight ahead on a far more pressing matter. Swiping back one angled tent flap his body blocking any and all viewing to Siana’s concealed form, War froze, her body lay mostly exposed to anyones viewing.

The long of both her legs twirled around furs she’d laid down in order to create a softer resting place, while an arm rested carelessly over Siana’s bare abs leaving her other nestled under head. One foot stepped inward, careful not to wake what looked to be pure exhaustion upon her face. He should of paid closer attention to her, this journey was longer than all of her Lavordo’s combin. It would be only natural she’d wish to rest, giving off the appearance she had done this many times before.

Taking to a corner War kept watch. Had anyone other than himself decided to check on her, consequences would be dire. These men he worked for, were nothing like her fathers. Some worse, while others remained unheard till their blade was already slitting your throat. They believed a strong body, made a strong mind. Any body caught sleeping before crows took to trees were considered weak and unable to further press forward.

Their thinking was what saved them more than a little, for if a man couldn’t keep his eyes wide when even the sun gave him aid, what good would he be without sight of the moons calling.

War gave her a little more time to gain strength, before the risk of them getting caught was too great a feat for even him. Nudging Siana’s shoulder gently, he watched her groan yawning off the short effects of a cat nap. Her eyes covered with a thin film blinked to his clear ones. Cautiously Siana rose, keeping a dark foxes fur close to her chest.

“War?” It was barely a whisper, her throat still not ready to wake.

“You mustn't be sleeping before hours, they don’t take it kindly.” Handing her a cup, War filled it with water from her canteen she’d left close to where he’d taken seat. Siana drank slowly, still unsure what to make of his closeness.

“Are you guarding me then?” Her head tilted, and War swore the features of a wolf purred to the idea of her soft spoken words. He gave a hummed chuckle refilling her cup once more.

“Perhaps” He said generously, not looking her in the eyes as he did so. Surprisingly enough War had thought she’d push like Margarette did, trying to pull more information from his coffin lips, only instead Siana merely finished off her cup handing it back to him as her hands moved to grab articles of fabric she’d removed to gain more comfort.

“Then I suppose I should get up now, I will be sure not to do that again.” A turn of her long tan skinned legs gave War an angle to which he took in graciously. Draping an arm over an up right leg, War allowed his eyes a simple pleasure of seeing something not so hard. Her backside was most impressive for a female her size, he found it hard not to compare the size of his palm to a one of her cheeks.

Smoother than any apple he’d bitten into, it turned his mind up with saliva running down each fang within his tightened mouth. She didn’t help his drive any less, when her dagger slipped from its sheath bouncing twice off the tents cleared flooring. War held down a rumble, her bent over frame gave him more than any logical reason to pursue her. Knowing any other man with half his strengths would of shred all cloth within his way, just to get a better visual of what lay behind furs.

His nails dug deeper into legs, hoping the sheer pain would submerge the pleasure he was encountering. When she finally covered all that could be, War felt more pleasure in thoughts of turning each thread into less than pleasing bits.

“War?” Her breath smelled of a heated summers day, a light hint of something sweet brushed over his cheek waking him from a daydream he’d wished was more real. Nodding to Siana, War stood nearly hitting his head on her pitched tent. She said nothing to his height, but merely smirked while leading the way out. War grumbled having gotten another look at what swayed within a hands stretch.

She would be his death.

(sorry its super late, life is a bitch right not...and Karma is its damn sitter I swear to the gods. -.- I am planning on finishing this book, so don't panic. I will however be taking a short break from writting as I don't wanna burn myself out. But while I might not be posting on Watt, I'll be re-reading all those unfinished books, and more than likely finishing them off. So when I get back I'll have at least one to two of those books finished. Love yea all. Enjoy)