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The sound of stout steel armor being struck peeled his attention away from the small slow forming creation in his hands, and onto the group of dwarves across the street. He had passed them out of his awareness, to be honest. Arion was very good at knowing when things were his business and when things were not. Beyond the fact  they had kept their voices low; what breeze there was in the warm evening was traveling in the wrong direction to carry them to his ears.  

Nevertheless, his curiosity formulated int he arching of his brow as Ora stalked back towards him. A few backwards glances amid unintelligible grumbling. Apparently the elder dwarf had said something either infuriating or embarrassing or a combination of the two.  She resembled something akin to a Kottr that had been dropped into the Rhun Sea and Arion was forced to bite his tongue to keep from laughing out right at her. The smile she offered him when she spoke next was as forced as he had ever seen, his brow arching in response to her suggesting food.

"If it is all the same to you." he replied, moving to head into the inn; as he handed her, her saddle bags. "I will go in search of a bath first. To wash off the road...among other things."

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The shout from across the street had drawn his attention for but a moment, before returning to his own business. It was apparent Ora knew the lot and by the look on their faces they were quite pleased to see her. Leading both animals to the inn's barn, Arion set about unhitching Wyndle from the wagon and leading him into a stall. Unbridling and unsaddling Red and finding her space as well; before guiding the wagon back into an open area at the far end of the barn. Settling his satchel as well as Ora's saddle bags over his shoulder and stepping out into the blazing evening.

The sight of Ora and her friends had the blacksmith fighting a foreign twitching in his gut. He had not assumed for a moment they would remain traveling companions all the way to Bree. Ora was a hired sword, going where the work was; with no real set path.But regardless of that he had foolishly hoped it would have been longer than the mere few days they had spent getting here. Her company had been a pleasant change from the perpetual silence he was used to. Not that the she-wolf prattled because she did not and what silence had managed to worm its way into their conversations was neither uncomfortable or unwanted.

Shaking his head at his own childishness the overgrown smithy, settled against a support beam of the inn. He had no idea what rooms she had procured and that left him quite literally at her leisure. Something he was not pleased at all with that he didn't seem to mind. Trying his best to ignore the narrowed eyes, glares and several down right sneers from the dwarves in the she-wolf's company; Arion pulled one of the many tinkerings that littered his wagon from his satchel. Turning his mind on something far less complicated and decidedly more pleasant than the unabashed hatred being thrown his way by his travelling companions kin.

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Yarlung Valley & Desert

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The bigger/taller/stronger/scarier person in a ship getting willingly pinned down/dominated/fucked/bossed around by the smaller person.

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Greenstead, the last stop before the gap of Rohan. The last stop before the endless fields of Enedwaith. Just their name left a sour taste in his mouth. While it reminded him of the Brunlands with its far reaching un hindered sky there was a chill that rested there. An uneasiness that crept into his bones. Arion shrugged in agreement when he realized she was staring at him awaiting his response. Perched upon her pony's back much like a hawk in a tree branch watching a mouse in the tall grass. Even if she was only just taller than him now.

"I had planned a stop there as well she-wolf." He replied, moving to settle himself upon the bench of the wagon. Tying Wyndle's regiens off loosely about the hook at his feet. The horse no more needed to be guided than Arion needed a compass to tell him which way was north. "I am sure I do not need tell you it does not bode well for those that come up short in the Enedwaith."

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Well that had been the last thing he had expected to come out of her mouth. Giving her a quick side long glance he turned away to receive Wyndle. Ora's pony following close behind. Arion smiled, giving the large horse a firm pat on the shoulder. To which Wyndle snorted, nosing Arion in the chest just as strongly.

He was not one to have companions of any sorta beyond Wyndle. For reasons like the one that had occurred the previous evening. The blacksmith sighed low, steeling another glance at the dwarf as she moved about packing up the rest of her things. Being in his company for any longer than was necessary was dangerous. For himself and for her.  However he could not leave her to travel the road alone now either. While she was a well honed warrior, he would have had to been blind not to notice that, she was still small. And she would hold no chance if confronted with another party the same as they had met last night. She would be over powered in a heart beat and then they would have a life to hold over his head.

"hvat gera þú hugsa?" he questioned the great bay, nodding his chin towards the red pony. "gera vér fá dvegr eða hross með?"

Wyndle blinked lazily. Turning back to look at the small pony beside him and then back to watch the dwarf a moment. Arion turned as well, trying to decide what it was the horse was gauging. A heart beat later Wyndle nibbled harmlessly at the back of Arion's shirt  and the over sized man chuckled turning back again.

"já ek geta ek gera." he sighed, guiding the horse to wagon, and hitching him up. Once it was completed, Arion gave Wyndle another pat and moved to put out the camp fire with loose dirt. "Agreed. Though I do not stop until night fall she-wolf. Dawn to dusk, unless Wyndle says other wise."

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Your muse walks in on my muse undressing and catches the various scars along their body. What is your muses reaction? What do they do?

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"I would start with you slowly - peel away every little layer of clothing, savouring every inch of your skin by exploring each mark with my tongue and lips until you're shaking. I wouldn't need to touch you any more than that, you would be so hard already, and just when you think you can't take any more I would lay you down and slowly lower myself onto you and ride your gorgeous body until you snap and take conrol."

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"Northwest." he replied, placing his satchel into the wagon; before giving a high pitched whistle. “The Halflings will be expecting me this time next month."

Arion did not often change his path through Arda. And if he was honest with himself he was quite looking forward to spending the autumn season in the Shire. The Hobbits were a kind merry folk. And though they had been wary of him at first, over the years they had come to recognize and appreciate him. And now if he was even a day behind schedule he would find his space with in the market lined with orders. 

"What of you?" he questioned, tossing his chin upwards as he stood from rolling up his bed roll. 

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Ora's touch was warm against his cooler skin and he looked up marginally, her voice bringing him back from the nightmares that danced before his vision. The remembrance of how foreign a concept this probably was to the she-dwarf washed over him and he pushed the drowning sorrow aside.

"W-Brunlanders are stone, flesh, and as you call it earth but at the same none of them." he explained, hand slipping away from the vial at his throat. "There are no halls, no western lands to except them when they fade. They fade back into the nothingness they were created from. It is not often one of them fades, but when they do they are burned. And most of their ashes given back to the sands, save one singular amount that is passed to their next of kin to bare their memory. To be burned and their ashes not returned to the sands is a punishment kept only for the most vile law breakers, traitors and criminals. This...boy will find no rest for his deeds. Oblivion will not receive his soul and he will wander until the foundations of this world crumble into dust."

Arion's face grew hard, jaw working against itself. The fate his entire village, his family included were left to was unspeakable. The vial at his throat carried a small portion of the ashes left behind after the fires had gone out. He was unsure if it was simply sand or if he did manage to have  collected someone within it. Either way he would not forget them, not a single one of them. He would carry the memory of every single one of them for until he faded. If that peace was ever allowed him. The silence of the late morning was heavy, and instincts were telling him it was time move on; but for whatever reason he was utterly rooted in place.

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