Iris grabs the woman with all her strength, managing to pull her inside just in time before the mysterious creature lands a powerful blade throw at where the woman''s stomach used to lie.
“Thank…”
The woman is interrupted by Iris, who covers her mouth and pulls closer to her so she won''t be discovered. The woman''s eyes, looking at Iris''s terrified eyes, tendered her heart, letting Iris''s body rest on top of her hand as they both tried to survive the night.
Auuuuu!
Slash!
They hear the cry of the wolf, knowing the outcome; however, they are too afraid to look outside. Trembling inside the tight hole, Iris began to gain more internal heat.
The fog continued simultaneously as the slaughter of animals in the open continued, each sound of their blood-curdling screams increasing Iris''s anxiety. The woman’s maternal instinct tried to calm Iris, but Iris ignored all of her soft cuddles, deciding to close her eyes and wait until everything was over.
The bloody night continued for what felt like an eternity. Iris had not expected the fog to last for hours; her first encounter was fast, and only one animal died; however, this night it felt as if the creature was extra hungry from only consuming one animal or that it might be looking for her.
The threat of the creature echoed in Iris'' head, constantly overthinking about that threat.
She looked up at the woman, her eyes lighting up the small dark hole. Looking into their eyes, the woman gave a soft smile, which calmed Iris, the tiredness of the day beginning to catch up with her. The smell of the woman’s body combined with her soft, silky skin made Iris’s eyelids grow heavier, her breathing relaxing. With her wobbly head trying to stay up, it found a perfect spot close to the woman’s chest area.
“What is that?” Iris said, noticing a small, almost unnoticeable, liquid purple trail.
Iris gave up on trying to stay awake, looking up at the woman’s tender look and closing her eyes, feeling a wave of calmness piercing her body.
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With Iris resting, the woman looked back at her arm, dripping purple blood. She tried to move her arm, yet it felt bolted to the ground, the sharp electric pain passing up and down her arm. The pain is bearable; however, the blood loss is her biggest worry.
“Thank you. I will do my best to make you live this hell.” The woman whispered as she rested her head on top of Iris.
How did she get here? She is too beautiful to be by herself. Was she abandoned or did she get lost? The woman felt a sharp pain in her heart. Why did her eyes appear so youthful and energetic yet full of sorrow? The woman raised her head, now resting on the tree bark.
The woman feeling safe could calmly heal her hand, a process that brings her many problems. Taking heavy breaths as she clenches her face in pain, the bleeding decreases to an almost unnoticeable level.
With her vision increasingly dizzy, losing sensation in the lower extremities combined with the loss of heat made her relax for a little to try and regain her strength. She looked down at Iris soundly sleeping, her heat transferring to her.
Neigh!!
Seizing the opportunity to let out a small scream of her final attempt to heal while being massacred by the cry of a dying horse led her to move her hand while not startling Iris or calling for the attention of the creature.
“What?” Iris whispered, her eyes full of drowsiness. Looking up and seeing the woman making a funny face as she tries to hide her pain and show a smile.
“Hehe, pretty,” Iris said before falling asleep, burying her left side face more into the woman''s chest while still maintaining a good source of oxygen.
With her hands healed, the woman decides to rest, regain her strength, and learn more about the young girl.
Resting her head on top of Iris, she closes her eyes and falls asleep.
…
The woman is the first one to wake up, seeing Iris'' little legs extended as she covers her face, sleeping soundly warms her heart. Her hand feeling numb, she carefully wiggles it away from Iris so as to not disturb her sleep.
With a much clearer vision, the woman looks in amusement to see such a long hole inside the tree. She knows that the trees range from ten to five times larger than the trees where she is from, but seeing such a deep hole surprised her.
The woman quickly leaves the hole and is blinded by the sun''s rays. After regaining some of her vision back, her first goal is to find some clean water and food for the both of them.
She stretches her body, extending her limbs as far as she can, doing a few little jumps, stretching her quads, and she feels ready to start her day.
She began her food search, passing through many trees, not before creating a trail to come back.
…
Iris wakes up; the smell of freshly cooked fish alerts her. She stands up, disregarding her current spot, and smacks herself to the top of the tree.
She lowers her body as she massages the top of her head. Going outside the hole, she is surprised to see the woman cooking two medium-sized fish.
The woman looks back, seeing Iris looking at her with hunger written all over her face.
“I made us breakfast; come here,” pointing at a large stone.
Iris, looking astonished, walks up and sits on the stone, her mouth watering from the idea of finally testing something else aside from apples. As she waits, she can clearly see the woman''s beauty, her hair majestically flowing, the paintings of the butterfly radiating a calling aura. Her simple black dress with signs of wear catches Iris'' attention.
“Miss, what is your name?”
Turning around, locking eyes with Iris, the woman''s dazzling purple butterfly-shaped pupils. “My name is Apatura. What is yours?”
“Um, my name is Iris.”
The Apatura''s eyes widened in surprise. “My middle name is also Iris. What a coincidence.” Apatura gave a large smile before returning to cooking the fish.
“Thank you.”
Iris looked up to see Apatura stretching the fish on a stick, her face reminding Iris of her mother. She grabs the fish, feeling heartache as she looks up, seeing Apatura and giving her a beautiful smile.