"You chose me, I will do everything if you need me," Aerline said while patting his chest lenity. "Aerline Lynx, will you be my maiden until the end, stay free if I am done with this war" He confessed with his eyes gaping onto hers deeply - showing his feeling to her slowly shoving deep into her essence. Her inside was releasing a hormone through their gaze, letting the butterflies flee out of her and allowing her cheeks to gleam beneath the pure freckles. The moonlight strike upon them, the breeze was pushing Aerline to close her body to his body, and her touch against his skin made it softer between her palm and his chest. Kristinov clutch her hand above his chest "Forgive me If I am forcing you" he said softly. Aerline shakes her head from side to side rapidly "Do not say that". "You want yourself to be involved?" He asked while his finger stroked her hand softly - she felt a tickle within it. "No, I," she cut and slither her hand out of his grip and then clasped her kirtle tightly - for not making the right decision. Kristinov slowly stood his torso to sit up in front of her. Aerline helped him to sit up above the sheets using her hand to support him.
"I do not know, I want you to stop killing someone, just stop this please, the moment you try to kill me, Y-y-y you, I-I-I, please stop, D-d-do not l-l-leave me, j-just stay and be like the others" Aerline burst to tears, tears of she kept too long inside and at last it freed. The moment she stand above the hills, bursting many tears for losing her parents - her only family that existed beside her. The moment she lay below the shallow of the mud as well bursting into tears under the downpour. The moment she witness many gore and monsters - she could not breathe from the burden shoving her body downward into the depths of dolour. "My apologies" she cried even more while swiping her tears out of her cheeks and below her chin. Kristinov moves his body forth on her.
He lay his both hands on her cheeks, hence pushing it against his palm onto her freckles gently, her hair at the side are encircled onto his fingers and then he move his head nigh her - like barely they will kiss. "I will" he whispered emotionlessly. Aerline suddenly hugged him so tight that she can grate her arms with glee. Her head lay on his chest, hands could not reach one another, she can feel his warmth and she either feel his touch - heavy but gentle. He lay his chin above her head, the pure oil of darkling hair shined as the moonlight struck upon it and he caress her side of the waist gradually. The tears hiked onto his vesture and the prints of her body he will never peel off - will remain there evermore. "Halt your tears, Lynx, I am here" he whispered in a normal tone - he was relaxed but he cannot depart his body into her, he never felt this eternally before.
Aerline pushed him gently, his hands are now laying above her shoulder and he wiped her tears with his finger with a slight smile. Dulcify moments between the innocent and the once mischievous. She never felt the ingrate come into her at last. Kristinov shove himself in reverse and then went to the other end of the bed to take his vesture off. As he takes it off from starting to his belly to his shoulder. She can espy his physique body covered with scars and pair recent wounds. "Aerline" he called her in a whisper. "Yes" she stands up and strolls to the other side to fetch his vesture. "Can you hug me again?" He said it so soothing that can commence her heart melted either hugging him but he was shirtless. She froze, and her cheeks began to redden likewise but why would he hug her again? "Sit on my lap and hug me prithee" He begged again softly while his hands are prepared to clasp her frigid body once more. She push her body abruptly by the breeze, she widened her arms and legs and thus sat herself onto his lap.
"Do not prevail shy within yourself, I will never hurt you" he said while stroking his hand on her waist. Her cheeks are on his chest while her arms landed at the side of his arm. It was warm, she was crying again while Kristinov strive to make her happy. He remembered the time he was been hugged by his mother before she fade from his life - the exact warmth and love he felt were the same. The body filled with burden, resentment, and misery - he squeezed her so it can subside soon. Aerline stays to his side, they caress one another, pressing her skin against his, and their feelings tangled invisible. Both of them never endured natural affection from a stranger to a friend. He move his hand to lay it above her head, they contacted with a blush nonetheless beneath her freckles.
Aerline put her both hands on his chest as he gets closer. "You reminded me of my mother, I thank thee that you always been on my side even though I showed you bad things" he whispered with a slight smile. She has never seen his smile that can create blooms within her, a drizzle of crimson of flush below the gloom that strives to devour her essence and the warmth from him melt her frigid that traveled to her body for moreover extended. "Am I?" She asked with a smile without contacting his crimson gaze. He nodded while sucking his lips - he never hugged a woman like her before but today is a worthy chance. "You reminded me of my father, but he is more slimmer than you" she giggled.
"Hey Aerline, is Fenock alright?" Vëctlör came in without knocking, so he espy both of them hugging above the bed, however. He froze as he has just seen a ghost run passed him through his soul. Aerline pushed Kristinov but she did not know that she was exact at the end of the bed. She fell, her heart dropped and thus her sight was wide open from flying her mind upon the blue. Luckily, Kristinov was fast, he snatch her back with his strong forearm and barely will buss again. The mage closed the door as he stepped back where he stood before going in. "My apologies!" He yelled while both of them panted, their breath of warmness hitting one another and then Kristinov let her go gently out of his lap and forearm. "Pardon me " Kristinov takes his vesture laying on the floor in a hurry.
Kristinov opened the door in the moment Aerline was behind him moving her feet up and down from awkwardness. "My apologies, for not knocking on the door first and I am very delightful to see you alright" The mage stroked his fingers to fingers whilst his tone was quivering. "You should get some sleep, and you too Aerline" He said, he came back in his deep voice anew, and then he turned his head at Aerline to tell her to slumber as well. "You need rest, Kristinov" The mage said while Kristinov was supposed to go out of the room. "I said go to sleep" he said with wrath as he shove his brow down - forcing himself not to overflow his irritation in front of Aerline.
She nodded and therefore he headed to the bed before the mage. "I overhear that previously, if you say so, do not let yourself get hurt again, alright?" Vëctlör let Kristinov go outside with a smile at the end. He stepped out of the room and then turned his gaze behind to see Aerline already slumbering off on the plum bed.
"Ahh, my big guy, you finally awake from your long nap" Jhàrold hugged Kristinov as he saw him get on outward to fetch some fresh air. "You should get some rest, Jhàrold" he lets out his tension off him by patting Jhàrold's back. "No, I am good" Jhàrold refused to sleep, he prefers to see the stars above than shut his eyes to see only darkness. Kristinov supine his chin as well to gaze upon the stars with many wonders and traces of dim and luminous specks. The twilight breeze make Jhàrold fall asleep but he tried not to. The moonlight strikes the path of Connart, alongside the torches that change their colors nonetheless and the chaos that the Angel and Kristinov made was still there nigh the tower. "How now?" Kristinov asked if any monsters are coming nearby. "Good" Kristinov received a simple answer from him with a weary visage. Kristinov did not know that there is no such monsters nor horrible people yet appeared upon the mage's land.
Aerline couldn't sleep from what happened. She almost kiss him but she prevailed not ready to do that either him. The anxiety wreathe her thoughts, the hormones keeping her awake and being lonely in the room - she has the feeling that she is not alone which is her hallucinations tinkering over and over within herself. She lays the sheets above her lips and thus she shakes her head to rest or to loosen up. Her cheeks were still blushing - she could not remove the touch from him and herself brushing him either, she can still feel his warmth even though he is not on her side.
"What am I thinking?" She whispered, screaming under her breath and beneath the sheets. She pounded her forehead to stop overthinking about him as well as the image of him. The gentle winds make her asleep like they sang a lullaby, however, the moonlight shines upon her.
Kristinov breaks in silently to get his armor nigh where the survivors slumber. They are always quiet, getting used to being alone on their ruined land and they don't change their position when slumbering. Even though he steps the floor within the boards has a creak every pace - they achieve not heeded it. He snatches his armor, the shield and his glaive are still with him. "Whither the f**k you going again?" Jhàrold caught him wearing his armor piece by piece while holding his mickle hammer that he did not even feel the weight of it. His gaze were coated with wrath - he serves not to wish for his buddy to get hurt again like earlier and previously. He was not answering his bother while he was still occupied putting his armor on him. As Kristinov strolls forth to the door but Jhàrold obstructs his path with his hammer. "Do not do this, Big guy" he whispered in an irritated tone while grinning his teeth. "Shove off," Kristinov said it deeply while shaking his head from side to side unhurriedly. "If you are going out, I am coming with you as well your lambs in the fences" He pointed his lips to the stairway. Kristinov sighed, the vapor of his wrath smoked out his nostrils and grasped air with drowsiness for hearing his voice by and by. "We can do it tomorrow" Kristinov let his old pal come with him as well as the brothers and Aerline.
Jhàrold pats his back with glee upon his mockery smile - giving rise to Kristinov piss even more. He takes off the heaviest one and then leaves off the lightest. While  Jhàrold lands his hammer on the side of the shelf that is filled with books. Jhàrold takes his armor off pieces by pieces, starting his upper to bottom gradually to sleep. Kristinov will guard the ground of the tower while they rest after him. The clouds and the glint of the moonlight collided - not reaching the ground below Connart. Although the winds try to push the clouds to let the stars and moon shine.
All the lights of the Median City shuts off, closing all the openings before the cockcrow and the guards of every section began to patrol the area. Heloureout still stays remained inside of their abode until the tidings come upon them. On the other hand, the others go outside to get what they need or if it is necessary like they are bound in an epidemic while Median prevails not. The man in the shadows waits for the clouds to close the moonlight so he can summon his army to raid the place where Kristinov roams that did not destroy. Riding onto his big wolf with a combination of a rhinoceros. The armor was related to Kristinov's steed but much more heavier and flexuous. The stars commence to evanescent overhead the twilight. The magnificence of the moonlight's twinkle was blocked by the mist dragged by the wind. The grey clouds filled with raindrops devour the black ether slowly. Tides start to rise to put up with the shore away, therefore, moving the barque out deliberately. The forest nigh the city began to rumble from gently to not as a tremor occurred beneath them. The man in the shadows raises his blade.
Hands and weapons drift above the ground. Splash of telluric, befouling the sprouts and the trees began to fade its color - it parched. Orcs rise from beneath the city while the ogres rise above the shallows. Drips of water below their chin and fingers. They walk slowly, heading onward the sections of the City eventually they will stand to wait for the man in the shadows order. His name is Zuopheus, the friend of Hades, he summoned the three goddesses which is Erinyes to find Kristinov - he told them that he committed many crimes and more than being a miscreant somebody. He was not a pawn of Queen Talina but a true hostile from Malice that was summoned by dark arts. Kristinov did not know him yet but in the end, they will know their both identity.
Zuopheus came out from the shadows below the trees. His wolf stride out of the silhouettes of the hedges. The thumps of his wolf make the ground go rumble once again. The orcs and ogres are prepared to heed his orders. Guards are not yet been found them growling and throbbing above their land. Big horns, darkling armor, the blade of souls, and the shield were much more lengthy than his wolf as the wolf saunter behind the orcs - the orcs were making the path for them by moving aside. His face breathed not shown from the skull and the clash of metals hitting one another as he swayed his body from side to side because of his wolf striding onward slowly. The goddesses were above the tower - already slew the guards upon there with their whips and daggers. They slice their narrows to flow with gore, strangling them with the whip to make their face plum, and lastly the other was been cut its head with her glaive.
"Guards before their kin, bring your destruction upon this dreary kingdom with your fist and weapon that you wield!" He yelled with his glaive onto the air, his wolf roared so loud that make everyone awake hence the blow of the horns from the orcs. The furies cast out to find Kristinov - they will bring no harm until they have been disrespected. The orcs jumped high to reach the houses and walls. Ogres began to carry out with a rumbling noise like the ground beneath the city where it stood will shatter asunder. The breeze went silent, letting the noise from the foes roam the city and then all the villagers witness horror outside of their windows. Parents hide their children beneath the floorboards and conceal themselves in the corners. Orcs started up to break the doors to kill who dwelled upon it even though they did not do anything to the orcs nor declare a war between monsters and humanity.
Houses embarked to call rain from the blaze spreading within their home.
The sky will begin to drizzle as many people outcry from the violence and more horrifying image. Children burst their tears above their innocent visage as they saw their parents getting slaughtered by the orcs's weapons with spikes and weight. The miserable section was wrecked by the ogres, stepping on their vulnerable body and the foods that they obtain yesterday and presently. Leaving their footprints beyond their tracks with blood and tears. Lifeless bodies lay on the ground - slaying them with no mercy like Kristinov himself ere. Orcs snapped the guards necks who tried to protect the villagers that are not yet been slain by the monsters. The wolf devoured the strong men with its razor teeth and claws above this land and nonetheless searching a pregnant woman and a pure child.
The goddesses use their wings to drift along by the violence below them. Some arrows shot the Erinyes from the tower but barely will fall to the orcs. The third fury goddess enchanted her dagger's blade to throw right into the eyes who shot them and then the dagger came back into her hand. The second one strikes the other guards with her whip, encircling the whip onto their neck and thus pulling it hard while flapping her wings forth to them. The first fury only slices their heads fast as she flies high. Gore imbrue upon their hands and wings. They did not laugh, their expression was severe like Kristinov's, and however they are looking for Kristinov but he existed not there. Orcs caught plenty of pregnant women and children. Putting them in their rusty cages within there is a mephitic aura. Ogres still slaughtering the innocent people, devouring them when they are thirsty for blood, and wrecking their homes like a unrest massacre.
Shanne hides from the chaos and got on to his secret passageway beneath the smith table. He will look for Kristinov to plead with for help. Shanne will roam any land until he finds Kristinov to help his kin and abode. He rides onto the steed he bought yesterday and got on while the bricks and woods drizzle above him. The steed move from side to side as the bricks were virtually smashed upon them - confronting themselves from demise but not yet. Shanne whispered through his steed's ear to move hastily ahead on the exit of where he dwelled under thirty years. They jump over the dead body, dodging the blaze and the strike of the ogres - the steed is clever. Above them began to downpour, they are soaked from the rain, still heading to the place where they possess boats to ride on with his steed - he does not want his horse to stay as he escapes from the chaos.