Brakk watched the strange woman as she slapped the ground. He felt her snatch the hunk of meat from his grip and watched as she stuffed the raw venison into her mouth, chewing with abandon, heedless of the blood and spittle that streamed down her face and onto her exposed breasts.

But then she said ...

Brakk grinned at the wild Elf woman as he dumped the deer carcass to the ground a few yards from the fire where he could render it out. He grunted at her statement – or was it a compliment? – regarding the successful hunt, and quickly began carving into the deer with his dagger.

When she asked him ...

For a moment Brakk considered trying to chase after the woman, but he knew if she didn’t want to be found, Brakk would not find her. His noisiness was easy to track and avoid. And so, he gave up catching the woman and turned his attention back to catching food.

He strung and cocked his rickety ...

Brakk never had been much of a hunter. He was too big, too bulky, and too noisy to stalk prey. Even though he tried – hard – to minimize the noise, still he crashed through underbrush like some sort of juggernaut.

Underbrush and briars seemed to cling to him as he passed. He stumbled over roots and ...

Brakk’s breathing was still ragged, his body still covered with sweat, as he stared up at the strangely deferential madwoman. He studied her as he fought for control over his breathing. Her body was still bruised, swollen purple splotches on her abdomen and arm belying her injuries. Her arm was ...

Brakk scored a 17 ... and I certainly wouldn't want to have *anything* to do with him sexually. In fact, he probably smells really bad (especially his breath - whew!).

Not only that, but he hangs out with Deilakrion - he must be some kind of wierdo!

Brakk had glared at the strange Elven woman for several long minutes, ignored her childish insults, and when she had turned her back to him and begun lancing her wounds, he turned away from her as well.

His anger had diminished his appetite, but he attacked the boar haunch anyway as a way of ...

It was about time he did something. Her attitude can push a person to the edge! And to think, I was starting to believe "Flesh" was her pet name for him, sorta like "Puffybug" or something

Brakk scowled at the creature’s manners. Even for one as barbaric as his people were, Brakk was astonished at the woman’s eating habits. But she managed to sit up on her own, shove food into her mouth (he noted she avoided the vegetables), and snarl at him with such venom it sent shivers down his ...

Brakk heard her gasp and cough. He could hear her struggling with her voice. “Give food,” she managed.

He straightened, turned and saw her smiling at him. Well, it was like a smile, sort of. She had pulled her lips back from her teeth a bit. Still, while hoping it was a smile, Brakk couldn’t help ...

Brakk jumped as the naked Elf convulsed. He was afraid for a moment that touching the madwoman had provoked a seizure and certain that her madness would now be transferred to him. He waited, frozen with terror, for the madness to strike him, but after several seconds he felt no different.

Slowly ...

Brakk was stunned a moment as he gazed at the broken body of the strange Elven woman. When she weakly ordered him “No ... touch ...” his eyes widened. In spite of her pain and injury, she remained insistent that none should lay a hand on her.

He squatted on his haunches, dropping his bloody axe ...

Once the battle had been joined, Brakk forgot about the strange Elven woman he’d been travelling with. His attention was riveted, focused on the monstrous beast whose claws dripped poison and whose gnashing jaws crashed, flashing dagger-like teeth that could take off a man’s arm with little effort ...

Brakk heard her call, “Flesh, stop.” He’d already become accustomed to her referring to him as “Flesh” and so knew she had addressed him.

He turned to face her as she lowered herself by a tree and studied her injured leg. Brakk observed as well, trying not to be too obvious about it. The wound did ...

Brakk stalled, waiting for the strange Elven woman to confirm or deny his choice of direction. He noticed her studying him, her expression seemed ... confused? But then again, when was this strange woman not confused, or confusing.

Finally she gestured at Brakk and asked a cryptic question, “Flesh ...