User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Wight X-Periment Z

I stare at her cautiously, understanding some of what she's said. My eyes dart between her and her father. I rise up, stepping out of my combat pose to stand straight like them. I slowly form the words to thank her for the kindness, but my place is here, in the woods.

"Oh, but if you came with us, I could teach you. I could teach you far better ways to live than these woods." I glare at her. The woods are my home, and I'm not leaving them.

"I could teach you to protect them." I cock my head to the side, asking if she knows just who I am.

"But of course. The Jumping Lurker, correct?" I nod. "I'm well aware of your reputation, so what do you say to a deal?" I motion for her to continue, still watching her father's sharp blade pointing at me. I notice a smirk cross his lips.

"If I can defeat you, you will come with me as my husband. If you are victorious I will bring you food every month for the rest of your life." Her father sheathed his sword and I considered the proposal. How long was a month again? Was that the light to dark time? It didn't matter, free food is free food. I accepted, bending back into my fighting posture.

She didn't move an inch, though I saw something shimmer around her hands, like the light bouncing off of snow. It was strange and distracting, enough so for me to stumble when she charged at me, swiping with a suddenly all too real claw. I leapt from the ground on her second strike, grabbing a low branch and swinging up to it. Once there I threw the spear I had in my hand, watching as she gracefully stepped around it, her eyes never leaving me.

I grabbed my bow and fired an arrow down at her, another quickly following it. She again stepped around the first one, but the second caught her long dress, leaving a tear in the fabric that exposed more of her thigh, giving a view of the silken panties beneath. She made an irritated yet somehow still composed noise.

"I liked this dress." I saw that shimmer again and leapt to another tree as I saw that ghostly shadow reaching out for me. Upon landing I took another few shots, again striking nothing but the ground and her clothing. This time two shots struck her, one exposing her right cup and another baring the side of her midriff.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">I fired my next arrow and sat stunned when she grabbed it, giving me a glare and snapping it in her fist. While watching this I hadn't noticed the shimmer coming up from beneath me, and when I did it was too late. I suddenly felt limp as it passed through me, falling from the branch I had been squatting on and landing in her arms. She giggled quietly.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"I suppose this means I win?" It took far more effort than it should have, but I managed to nod, hanging limply in her arms as she carried me to the carriage. Her mother looked at her with a combination of mirth and annoyance.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Oh, dear, you can't wear that now. You must get changed before we arrive home." Her father nodded in agreement.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Very well mother." Was her response, laying me on the seat of the carriage as she collected a new dress from one of the bags on the back of the carriage. She re-entered and removed her torn dress in front of me. I'd never seen such a beautiful thing in my life. Her pale blue skin was unmarred by any kind of scar or blemish. She looked at me with a smile before putting on the new dress, black with a white fluffy collar and ending around her knees.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Don't worry, I'll give you a far better look once we're home. Her parents re-entered the carriage and we left. I had only ever seen the cottages and tents erected in the woods as homes, and was wholly unprepared for the wood and marble structure that was their mansion.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">I spent months learning new words and manners. I had trained myself in the art of the spear and bow, but what I knew was so pitiful when compared to what I learned. As my training continued I still found myself giving into the irresistible urge to climb the walls and run along the exposed rafters, often to my new family’s bewilderment and my mentor’s frustration.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">It was almost three months after arriving when I entered my wife's bedroom. She sat on the bed, wearing the dress she'd fought me in, except the tears showed clearly she'd forgone underwear.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"You have done so well my love. Come so far." She placed a hand on my cheek, her love clear in every part of her. "I believe it is time for us to consummate our marriage, wouldn't you agree?" I nod, telling her I've been waiting for this opportunity for some time. We spend the entire night together, ravishing each other with our pent up needs. When we finally lay still with the morning sun bearing down on us, her dress is nothing but tattered bits of silk strewn across the room, my suit in not much better condition.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"That was worth the wait." She mutters happily into my shoulder, her arms wrapped around me. I agree, and ask whether her parents will be angry about my suit.

<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin:12pt0cm;line-height:15.75pt;"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:10.0pt;mso-fareast-font-family:"TimesNewRoman"; mso-bidi-font-family:Helvetica;mso-fareast-language:EN-AU">"Do not fret my love, they will be too pleased about our union to worry over something as small as a ruined suit." We spend the rest of our days together, returning to the woods on the anniversary of our meeting each year, and we fight like we did on that first meeting, but with wholly different stakes. Life was good in the woods. Life is better with my wife.