Saskatoon Mountain Villages - The Orcs' Hut

Daris looked up when Dura entered. Even covered in dirt from the garden she was beautiful. He froze when she took his hand. Turning slowly he stares into her eyes. Love, hope, desire, uncertainty, and fear. Those were the emotions in his dark eyes. He reaches into the pocket of his leggings and pulls something out. His gaze flicks down to her hand resting in his, with a movement he twists her hand. He makes it so Dura's palm is facing up.

Slowly, carefully Daris presses something small and round into Dura's hand. When he moves his hand out of the way the object is revealed. An iron ring simple, but well made. The young warrior reaches into his pocket once again. He pulls out a larger ring and slips it onto his finger. He twists at restless for a moment as he gathers his courage. He then speaks his voice is firm and filled with conviction even as he seems to weigh each word.

"I Daris'Fall, known as The Rising Blade promise myself to Zar'Dura, known as The Listener. I promise to honor her, to protect her, and to lover her. I make this promise to the spirits of the earth who guide our people. I make this promise to the memory of our people. I make this promise to her who holds my heart."

There it was. The words were said the ring now worn, he had promised himself to her. Now all that was left was to see if she would do the same. It was silly but even after all that had been said, all that had been done, he was worried she might not. He smiles at her nervously as he waits for her reply.

Daris heart thudded in his chest as she spoke. He did not know how he made out her words, so loud was the hammering. Then she moved in close and pressed her brow to his. He knew what came next and his green skin darkened. He was flush with embarrassment and... need. The promises were said they were one. That meant there was no longer tradition to hold him back. His lips move in and find hers. It is a clumsy awkward kiss at first, but soon instinct takes over. It grew in intensity, in heat, and feral passion.

Daris was a warrior known to be slow methodical and patient. He practiced diligently every day, even without a tribe to train with. When he fought it was with careful consideration and tactics. He combined the feral and instinctual combat of his people, with his own mindset. In combat he could keep a level head no matter the situation.

It spoke to how wild and desperate Daris's passion for Dura was, that all thought was driven from the thoughtful warriors head. A low powerful growl rumbles from his lips still locked with hers. Strong hands tear the shirt from Dura's back. Then he is forcing her to the ground. Just like he had imagined doing countless time before. It was finally time to live his fantasy.

<Fade to Black.>

It was several hours later when they finally took a break. Several pieces of furniture had been smashed a chair, a table, and a nightstand. At some point they had made it to there bed. Now they lay naked Dura nestled comfortably on his chest. Daris eyes were half closed and there was an easy smile on his face. It had been everything he had fantasized and more. Suddenly his stomach growls. It occurs that they had skipped lunch and it was well past dinner time. The young warrior groans and sighs.

"We should get up and eat something."

Daris takes the sensible option. He props himself on his side and watches as she works. He takes in her beautiful body. The only light in their hut is the fire and it casts intricate flickering shadows across her curves. He takes the other half of the melon, but before she can take a bite she does. Juices bursts down her chin and dribbles down her chin. He leans around her and licks the sweet juice of off her even sweeter skin. Then he takes a bit of his own melon grinning at her.

The melon, bread, and cheese are devoured quickly. He was starving and he needed the energy the food would provide. After all it was their wedding night. He was already eager to try and out do their wedding afternoon. Her words bring that big goofy childish grin to his face. He kisses her again and then presses his brow to hers.

"It is already the best day of mine by far. And it isn't even over yet."

The meat is taken gratefully and devoured just as swiftly. He then takes a moment to just enjoy the tenderness of the moment. It was a sublime feeling of warmth to lay in bed with her. To hold her and know he was hers and she was his. That thought brought a growl of approval to his throat. She was his and he was ready to prove it again. He rolls on top of her and pins her beneath his bulk. He brings his forehead down to hers forcefully, just shy of a full on headbutt. He then growls at words at her voice filled with an aggressive passion and love.

"You will need your strength as well my wife."

<Fade to Black.>

It was late the next morning when Daris stirred. They had managed to not break anymore furniture, which was good. However, they both looked like they had gotten into a rather serious fight. Still he bore his bruises with a smile. This time it was his turn to get out of bed. Just as she had before he strides naked into their pantry and sets about preparing breakfast. He stirs the fire back to life and begins preparing eggs, toast, and bacon.

"I would think you'd want me to be more careful with my important bits."

Daris says with a laugh as he continues to make breakfast. When it is done he smiles. He is a poor chef but the food was easy enough to make. It may not be fancy but it was filling and not burned. He stares between the bed and the table and then says curiously.

"Will we be getting out of bed today? Or are we staying in?"

"You make an excellent point. I should begin repairing..."

Daris eyes flicks to the smashed furniture still strewn about the room. He thinks better of repairing.

"Replacing the furniture we ruined. Still I look forward to tonight, though we should go easier on our belongings."

He grins sheepishly as he says that. He had been the one that had smashed most of it. They devour their breakfast and set to work. Daris heads into the village to purchase lumbar. He returns an hour later and sets about creating the chairs. Like everything he did he had practiced incessantly at wood working. His first few crude creations had been poor. Still he had kept creating new ones until he was happy with the results. As such they had thrown a lot of chairs into the fire. These new chairs would be his best work. The would also be far sturdier, he decided to go with oak a very hard wood this time.