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Cerna chuckles "Curious little demon aren't you" She said sitting up "My home world is a cluster of worlds known as Azaroth. Many different dimensions and planets make up the world. Along with all kinds of different people, Places and creatures" She began simply "My Race in particular is known as a Draenei. A Lightforged Draenei in particular"
He imagined what that world might look like in his mind. Vastly different from his own. He closed his eyes for a long moment as she told him about where she was from. He imagined much like a children's book might look or the stories human folks told their children in youth. Adventures in far off forests...
He sighed content that she told him so much.
He nodded once more in the dark. The campfire outside was still lit and provided illumination.
Looking at the girl calmly he listened to her speak of her world and her people. He nodded gently and felt a kinship and connection to the girl. They were not that different...he admired her a lot. She reminded him of his precious Xelldra, they were not so different. "We are not so different." Nosdyn said. "I have travelled across Althanas much of my life. I only recently returned home to the Tular Plains. I was in the region around Ettermire for a long time. Many years." He told her. "Those years were not kind to me." He added. Hinting at the many battles he fought to get to where he was.
Cerna laughs "the years weren't kind to me either. They're still not..." Her health had vastly deteriorated since She was afraid to eat."
He kept his eyes on her.
He moved a little to make sure she was warm from a combination of the cloak he'd given her and the bed roll. It would provide enough warmth. He sincerely found her attractive despite her races as Undead.
He'd been trained by N'Jal to love and admire the Undead. He made sure she was kept warm. He relaxed back in his own bed keeping his glowing amber eyes locked on her.
He considered where the night should go next, and he sat up in his bed. Keeping his eyes locked on her.
Cerna looks towards him and her stern expression changed to one of interest. She was taking interest which was more of a response then most got from her. Her health was pretty rough even for an undead however
He noticed the look in her eyes...it was definitely a vast change from her stern almost cold expression from earlier.
He nods gently. "Do you want to share a bed?" He asked of her boldly. He'd always been a man of action. Preferring a more direct approach to things. He liked her anyway.
Nosdyn awaited her response...
Cerna nods and moved to his bed roll. She was beginning to have a major headache caused by her mental link with her master. These headaches are usually given to slaves to punish them for insubordination. This may be why Cerna wouldn't dare touch her food regardless how hungry she is
As he got to know her, he knew that her freedom was important.
He wrapped his arms around her as she slipped in the bed roll with him. He held her close. "You're cold..." He said calmly. Thinking back on the undead he was connected to destinies intwined. N'Jal had taught him the process to give Undead life and warmth of sort...
But he would take his time with the specimen before him.
He massaged her lower back with his large hands.
Cerna nods "can't say I'm surprised. Back on Azaroth, my master decided to build his blasted citadel in a frigid tundra. We draenei do not really do well in frigid locations dead or not" She explained
He listened to her stories, her explanation of things.
The old demon found himself enticed and wanting to learn everything about her. She is quite interesting... He thought to himself as he held her against his larger warm body. His hand massaged her lower back softly. Easing the tension out of her.
"I promise you where we are going soon is a hot place." He told her calmly. "You will be safe there." He began to undress her and himself...