Arena
It is very unlikely that the wolves would fail to find you no matter what you do, you figure. Even if you do manage to somehow escape them, finding a new shelter could be a difficult task. You decide to stay in the cave and start a fire. At the very least, a fire may be able to scare off the beasts.
"Staying here seems like a good idea," You tell him.
"Good," He says, "Then let's gather wood for a fire."
The two of you walk out of the cave and go in two different directions to gather wood from various trees in the valley.
After some time you return to the cave with a good sized stack of wood and see that your new companion has already started a fire. You set your branches with his and sit on the opposite side of the fire from him.
You stare into the fire for some time, neither of you speaking, when suddenly the man says something to you in an almost soothing tone. "You're quite beautiful, you know?"
You seeth with anger. All your life, this is how it has been. Nevermind that you are a deadly assassin, that you've killed more men than you have fingers, that you are single handedly responsible for the fall of three uprising communities. When it all comes down to it, the first thing a man sees in you is the swell of your breasts and the curve of your ass. Often times it is the only thing a man notes. You absently grip at the hilt of one of your daggers.
The man stands suddenly and you tense.
"Here come the wolves," He says.
"Staying here seems like a good idea," You tell him.
"Good," He says, "Then let's gather wood for a fire."
The two of you walk out of the cave and go in two different directions to gather wood from various trees in the valley.
After some time you return to the cave with a good sized stack of wood and see that your new companion has already started a fire. You set your branches with his and sit on the opposite side of the fire from him.
You stare into the fire for some time, neither of you speaking, when suddenly the man says something to you in an almost soothing tone. "You're quite beautiful, you know?"
You seeth with anger. All your life, this is how it has been. Nevermind that you are a deadly assassin, that you've killed more men than you have fingers, that you are single handedly responsible for the fall of three uprising communities. When it all comes down to it, the first thing a man sees in you is the swell of your breasts and the curve of your ass. Often times it is the only thing a man notes. You absently grip at the hilt of one of your daggers.
The man stands suddenly and you tense.
"Here come the wolves," He says.