The wait was excruciatingly long, five minutes had never felt like such an eternity, but then again, Kaczor had never been patient, in her entire life. Especially when she wanted something. And especially when that something was her wife. Especially her wife. There were few things left in her life that Kaczor truly loved, her wife, her child, her parents. She could even make an argument for annoying her brother in law, and father in law, in their own way.
But nothing compared to the surge of desire, of need, of complete and utter devotion she felt towards the woman she was about to go hunting after. That her wife had been so game for something so... well.. thrilling, but at the same time, simple -- a game of chase -- was making her blood pound in her ears. She fished her belt from where it had been sitting, and looped it back into her belt loops, making sure that there would be nothing to get into the way of her running.
And to kill the rest of the time as she waited, she magicked their tent set up, building the roaring fire inside the inner fireplace that would have the entire place heated to a nice temperature by the time she had dragged her wife back to the tent to ravish her. And once everything was set up, and she had counted to 300, Kaczor left camp, following in the footsteps that were left.
Her eyes followed the trails, as she caught movement along the path ahead.. backtracking, and several foot steps overlapping, she knelt down in the snow to study the tracks, when in honesty she was checking the shadows. She knew her wife had been trained to do things others couldn't, which meant she probably had rogue training, blending into the shadows, it made sense for a soldier, especially one in the Eyes, to have that training.
Which meant that the shadows was where her wife would be, or in the tree tops. That was risky, taking to the trees, because there would be lumps of snow fall on the ground, it would break the pristineness that left trails. Of course there was a simple answer to all this, Kaczor though, and she started to craft the spell, first in theory in her mind, as she continued to follow paths,
She stood, from where she had been couched, closing her eyes and listening to the absolute stillness that came with snow, with winter. Her wife had been running, through snow, it would make her tired, breathing harder. That is, if she ran. Her wife wasn't stupid. She probably doubled back towards the camp, but..
She threw the first summoned fireball, having bended it with a sluce of air, so that the flames roared in a large sweeping blade, melting snow and cutting trees down in it's path.
@Novella Tilani
But nothing compared to the surge of desire, of need, of complete and utter devotion she felt towards the woman she was about to go hunting after. That her wife had been so game for something so... well.. thrilling, but at the same time, simple -- a game of chase -- was making her blood pound in her ears. She fished her belt from where it had been sitting, and looped it back into her belt loops, making sure that there would be nothing to get into the way of her running.
And to kill the rest of the time as she waited, she magicked their tent set up, building the roaring fire inside the inner fireplace that would have the entire place heated to a nice temperature by the time she had dragged her wife back to the tent to ravish her. And once everything was set up, and she had counted to 300, Kaczor left camp, following in the footsteps that were left.
Her eyes followed the trails, as she caught movement along the path ahead.. backtracking, and several foot steps overlapping, she knelt down in the snow to study the tracks, when in honesty she was checking the shadows. She knew her wife had been trained to do things others couldn't, which meant she probably had rogue training, blending into the shadows, it made sense for a soldier, especially one in the Eyes, to have that training.
Which meant that the shadows was where her wife would be, or in the tree tops. That was risky, taking to the trees, because there would be lumps of snow fall on the ground, it would break the pristineness that left trails. Of course there was a simple answer to all this, Kaczor though, and she started to craft the spell, first in theory in her mind, as she continued to follow paths,
Oh Ella.. Ella.. Ella. Where ever are you darling?
She stood, from where she had been couched, closing her eyes and listening to the absolute stillness that came with snow, with winter. Her wife had been running, through snow, it would make her tired, breathing harder. That is, if she ran. Her wife wasn't stupid. She probably doubled back towards the camp, but..
She threw the first summoned fireball, having bended it with a sluce of air, so that the flames roared in a large sweeping blade, melting snow and cutting trees down in it's path.
Ellaaaaaaaaaa!She called, teasingly, playfully.
@Novella Tilani
02-01-2025, 11:52 PM
