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Chloe Butler | 11 | Location: Town | Mentions: Jacob

The girl's pale face was frozen in fear, as if all blood had been drained from her head. Her glazed blue eyes would stare up at the boy, unmoving but filled with an array of mixed emotions. Her breaths would become more ragged as all her thoughts were rushing through her mind.

Can I trust him? Maybe I should wait for Mum and Dad to come get me? Where would he take me? Why is he helping me? No! I should stay here so I don't get lost. I shouldn't go with strangers!

... but I can't do anything on my own.

Hesitantly, Chloe rose onto her feet. She readjusted her grasp on her Miko's collar, before using her other hand to hold onto the handle of her backpack. Miko's tail would waver at a lower angle as if involuntarily excited to see another canine, but she would prioritise her actions, and decided to lovingly rasp her rough tongue against Chloe's hand in reassurance as the girl felt on edge as if she was deciding her fate.

"Okay." she would quietly utter in response, her uncertain gaze still held with his.

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Zena Xao ~ 22 ~ Location: River in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls


Zena was indeed made a bit uncomfortable by his comment but was able to brush it off when he started talking about his tattoos. A small smile graced her lips when he referred to her nickname. "Mmhm. I doubt that. I'm really good at counting you see" Zena was of course just messing around here. She had no doubt that his man had many, many tattoos. When he spoke of when he got his first one she nodded. "Getting a tattoo at 13. Quite brave. I don't think I would have been able to do it. I didn't get mine until I was away from my family in the States. I fully believe that even now if my parents knew about my tattoos then they would flip. " She actually had two but had somehow managed to keep him from seeing it while he was peeking. It was nothing major, just an image of a red fox on her left side.


Assuming that his questions about her tattoos was because she mentioned them and not because he was staring she answered with no qualms. "I have two. On my left rib cage I have a small red fox. It's my spirit animal. " She felt like she needed to explain her two tattoos because they both had meaning to her. "By the way. It hurts like hell to get a tattoo on your rib cage and I really wish someone would have told me that before I signed up for it. Anyway. And then I have a Black Dragon on my right shoulder blade and shoulder. He represents the darkness and the night that I don't need to fear. I've loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night " Zena knew she was bringing in a quote but she didn't care because she loved that quote.

"I could show you if you like?" Zena would never admit it but she really did love having people look at her tattoos. She loved to share her artwork with people. Art left deep connections in the soul. Or at least that was her belief. Considering this man was covered in ink Zena just thought he'd like to see. The girl might be clever but from time to time she is naïve in her sense of trust. Like for instance what she was about to do. This man could easily grab her and rape her and she'd have no way of defending herself. Zena was showing a sliver of trust and hoping it wouldn't be broken.

"Turn around really quick" Zena said softly as she was going to get out of the water. Once he was turned she got out and grabbed a blue fleece blanket from her bag and her inhaler. She dried herself off and then took a pump from her inhaler as she could feel her chest tightening a bit more. She in no way wanted to have a full on asthmatic episode. Once she was dry she pulled back on her black underwear and blue jeans, relaxing a bit more with move coverage. Zena then proceeded to sweep her hair up into a bun, cross her arms over her chest, and turn her bare back to the man. "There" Zena's voice rang out, slightly nervous but determined. In a way this was sort of a test for him as well. To see if she could at least put a dime of trust in him.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: River in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

Zekharia felt a cold yet somewhat electric sensation travel up his spine when she revealed she had another tattoo that his eyes had missed. Maybe he had been so deeply captivated by the dragon on her shoulder blade he didn't have time to search for and admire the second design on her skin. He listened closely as she explained their meanings, truth was he was quite interested. He had always believed tattoos were meant to tell stories, very personal stories and there sure were some very gloomy stories written on his skin in the form of images. Others were happier and some were sad. Still, every single one of them had a meaning. It was quite curious to see how he was so eager to talk about the technical aspects of his own tattoos but getting him to reveal their meanings and stories was quite a hard thing to achieve.

Unbeknownst to most people they told a lot of things about him. Basically they were close representations of his personality and life which usually were two aspects so very mysterious to others, his tattoos kept them hidden in front of the naked eye. A dark chuckle was then produced in the back of his throat when she mentioned the rib-tattoo pain. It indeed was a painful area to get tattooed but he had experienced much worse. Still, not even once had he used any sort of sedative and had sat through infinite hours of sessions without ever emitting not even a slight whimper.

Zakharia's eyes bolted right up to hers when she offered to show. He almost immediately spit a fervent yes but was able to catch himself and stop the almost animalistic word from surging right on time. He had to admit though that despite her tattoos being 99,9% of the reason he wanted her to show there was still that 0,1% of him that wanted to agree for a different reason. He had found her pleasant to look at even before noticing her ink and now she had simply become even more of an eye candy to him. Even so, he surprisingly wasn't like most men. When watching her only a very little portion of his mind thought about, well, pervert things as she had called them. He simply enjoyed admiring her body and constitution, maybe because it had been so very opposite to his. Now, that he knew that in that complete opposite there were two common links (her tattoos) he couldn't avoid feeling even more prone to looking at her.

She then asked him to turn around once more and this time he swiftly complied. He didn't peek like he had done before simply because this time as soon as he was allowed to turn back around he was going to ask being shown the pieces of art that were inscribed in her pale skin. Zena then signaled that she was once again decent and he didn't loose one second before turning and watching her over once more. He then spoke, his voice a little bit lower than it had been before, "You still willing to show?" He asked, surprisingly not demanding her to show but rather asking her if she wanted to do so.

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Zena Xao ~ 22 ~ Location: River in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena took a breath and closed her eyes, trying to calm the rampaging rhinos in her stomach. "Yes. It's fine. " She kept her arms cross over her chest so her tattoo on her shoulder was pulled a bit but nothing that majorly distorted the image. Zena wasn't used to making herself this vulnerable to other people and it was terrifying. She curled her toes and waited to hear anything from him. She could tell he had already turned around. She could just feel it, his eyes boring into the ink on her skin. With another deep breath Zena reminded herself that it was fine and to stay calm. If you panic you make unnecessary chaos.

Zena bit her lip and stood, curling and uncurling her toes. She started to sing to herself under her breath as she waited. Over the months it had become a habit of hers especially when she was frightened. She still wasn't sure if she could trust this man. Her flaw in judgment was becoming obvious to her. {You don't even know this man! He could be a rapist Zena!} She had begun to lecture herself in her thoughts. {Calm. Breath. It's fine. I'm just going to have to trust him. Sit this through. If he doesn't rape me then I know I can at least somewhat trust him} Zena's thoughts were a good distraction along with the fact that she had started to whisper sing Jolene by Ray Lamontange again. The song she had been singing before she was kidnapped.


(Btw. Just not to give any false ideas about her appearance. She's a very small person and so naturally her breasts would be too. She wears like a 34 B cup size)

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: By the river in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

His eyes slowly traced the patterns inked in her skin. Now that she knew he was watching he could now try to take in every single detail of the tattoos without having to be careful not to be caught. He first finished admiring the dragon on her shoulder, a work beautifully done. After some long minutes inspection what he still hadn't ogled about it while she was bathing he felt he had already remembered its most diminutive aspects and only then did he glided his light grey gaze to her side. He couldn't avoid noticing her small waist before drowning his attention into the new, unseen tattoo. His breath was slow and soundless, as though the only organ he wanted working in that moment were his eyes as he fell entranced by the dazzling tattoos and the ravishingly beautiful factions of the woman that wore them.

Zakharia still hadn't spoken a word and was seemingly oblivious to how his deep attention had been making Zena uncomfortable but he was simply out of himself. He scanned for long seconds the design on her rib cage but couldn't find that sense of satisfaction, as though there was something his eyes couldn't see. Some hidden detail that refused to show itself to his penetrating gaze. He felt the need to trace it with his fingers but for second something told him that she wouldn't welcome his touch. He still wasn't able to refrain himself and the next second his large hand was gently wrapped around her forearm as he guided her closer to him, not pulling her or forcing her movements in any way. Silently, he cautiously brushed his fingertips along the lines of the tattoo and was greeted with the pleasant feeling of her soft, warm skin. He let out a soft breath at the sensation and finally found the detail that had escaped him. Each little hair of the fox's fur that mixed beautifully with her pale complexion.

Finally growing aware of himself and his actions he quickly, yet not brusquely, removed his hand and looked at her, hoping not to find fear in her eyes. He also realized that the soothing and beautiful melody he had been hearing while admiring the tattoos was her singing. Zakharia spoke, trying to not make the moment any more tense or awkward than it already was, "They are beautiful" He said, his voice again lower than usual and full of honesty. He wasn't happy to have made her uncomfortable but couldn't deny the feeling of calmness and serenity that had established inside him once that his need to see the tattoos was satisfied.

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Zena Xao ~ Female ~ 22 ~ Location: River in The Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Once Zena had finally managed to calm herself, she felt Zakharia's hand on her arm. This small movement had her whole frame go rigid even though she did step back closer to him. Her eyes were now squeezed shut and her singing slightly louder. When she felt his fingertips glide over her side she shivered and relaxed some. He only wanted to trace the tattoo. She could understand that. She'd have wanted to do the same thing with his. Nonetheless her singing stayed at the volume it had risen to. "Jolene. I ain't about to go straight. It's too late. And I found myself face down in the ditch. Booze in my hair. Blood on my lips. A picture of you holding a picture of me in the pocket of my blue jeans. "

When he looked at her, he wouldn't see fear in her eyes because they were closed. He would've able to see remnants of it in her expression and stature though. When he spoke a ghost of a smile lit Zena's lips. "Thank you" She said softly, shakily. Knowing he was done looking she moved to grab her bra and sweater pulling them both on quickly. Once she was completely clothed again Zena was able to relax a bit more. "Sorry. I...not used to that I suppose" Zena just offered him a weak smile before moving her hands to let her wet hair down again. She didn't want it to get tangled on her hair tie.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: River in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

Zakharia noticed her expression but didn't feel regret. He would have liked she hadn't mind his actions but in all honesty, if he could make the choice again he would do exactly the same thing. He looked away when she finished dressing but did manage to steal one last peek at her tattoos before they were once more hidden under the cover of the oversized clothing. He straightened his pose, which he had earlier lowered in order to get a better look at the tats in her body and his height was once more restored when he returned to his usual, tall and slightly intimidating stance. He understood her nervousness, hell, he had been nervous himself when he touched her but he definitely did a good job hiding it. "Don't apologize" He said, simply, his voice back to its usual smoky and gruff pitch.

He really didn't blame her for her insecurity, not only she didn't know him but he also imagined himself in her position. So little and apparently delicate and being almost pierced by the eyes of a man like him, who then even dared touch her in her vulnerable state. He then smiled a little, impishly. She had been quite brave with the whole ordeal, not asking him to stop or showing any relevant sign of repulse or fear other than her discomfort. He then remembered another thing. Her voice. She had quite a soothing voice he wouldn't mind hearing more of, even if the music was not precisely the type he used to listen to it just felt right coming from her. He was going to compliment her on it but suddenly something inside him stopped that intention from becoming an action and he remained silent.

He was about to speak when suddenly a moan broke through the air. Zakharia quickly unsheathed one of his knives and, thanks to his keen sense of hearing, didn't take long to pinpoint where the roamer was as it stumbled as quickly as it could, which was slow, towards them. He looked at Zena and signaled her to stay put and walked up to the lone geek, ending its undead life quickly as his knife penetrated its skull and came out back again, the blade a pungent red. He wiped the knife on the infected's clothes and only after making sure it hadn't bring company put the knife away and walked back to Zena. "It'll be night soon. Let's get back." He said and proceeded to lift her once more, bridal-style and carrying her back to the shack. Damn was she light-weighted. When they arrived he swiftly but delicately put her down and barricaded the door. He also drew the curtains closed and proceeded to light an old oil lamp that rested on top of the table. It provided enough light to move comfortably around the shack but it still was dimly lit. "We need to get your feet wrapped up" He said, looking at her.

Even though it was summer the temperature started to descend as the sun did and he knew that without any lumber to light the fireplace the shack would soon be growing cold.

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Zena Xao ~ Female ~ 22 ~ Location: River/Shack in The Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena grabbed her bag and pulled it onto her shoulders, returning his smile with a small laugh. She leaned against the tree and nodded when he told her not to apologize. She could have seen that coming. Her mahogany eyes looked out over the forest, and she let out a small sigh. Though before she heard the moaning she heard animals scampering and the breaking of sticks. Zena tensed up at the sound of it and knew immediately what it was when she heard the moan. Without a second thought she hoisted herself up onto a low hanging branch of the tree she was leaning on. She had no weapons. No way to fight. She'd have to sit this one out.

When Zakharia returned she let herself down, only to be picked up again. Her fingers twisted tightly in the fabric of his shirt and she squeezed her eyes shut. "I really don't like being carried" She knew her complaint wasn't going to make him put her down so she left it at that. Every minute of their trip felt like torture. When she was finally put down she breathed out a sigh of relief, her whole form relaxing. He eyes followed him around the shack as he got everything the way he wanted it. While Zena watched she moved so that she was sitting on the edge of the bed.

When Zakharia mentioned wrapping her feet she nodded. "Alright fine" Zena answered softly. She knew that was probably the best course of action anyway. Her feet were going to end up infected if they didn't. She took off her bag, and slid it across the floor back over to the chair. It could stay there and if she needed it she knew where it was. Zena looked to where he had drawn the curtains over the only window and frowned slightly. She liked to watch the stars and he had blocked most of her access. There was still a sliver that she could see out of and she already figured she'd spend most of the night looking out it.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

Zack had indeed let her complain pass. Not because he was ignoring her but simply because there had been no possible way he would have let her walk in the condition her feet were. After he was done preparing the shack for them to spend the night in and told her they should wrap her feet up he listened to her answer and looked at her. He quickly picked up on her rather questioning and disappointed look as to why he had closed the curtains, "If I leave them open the light from the lamp would be easily seen. And we don't want to get anyone's, or anything's, attention; don't we?" He said, slightly sarcastically but explaining why he had drawn the curtains.

He proceeded to grab his backpack and place it next to him as he knelt on the floor, beside Zena who was sitting on the bed. He took out the alcohol and some gauze out, those were his only medical supplies and although some bandages would have worked much better he had to work with what he had. He damped his hands on the alcohol and looked at her, "Its gonna sting tough Hobbit Princess" he said and smirked a little, both warning her that it would indeed sting but also trying to relax her a little bit. He had already cleaned the wounds before when she was asleep but after their little walk in the woods (even if she hadn't done that much walking) surely had made the wounds unclean enough for the alcohol to sting again. Hands dampened he kept his grey eyes on her mahogany ones, waiting for her to signal him she was okay with it. Actually, he would do it anyways because it had to be done but knowing she didn't plan on moving away from him once he started would be good to know.

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Zena Xao ~ Female ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

The cold of evening could already be felt seeping through the walls. At Zakharia's explanation, Zena frowned ever so slightly. "Well I know that. It's obvious. Just like the stars is all" She hadn't thought he would have picked up on her frown and the fact that he did annoyed her a bit. As he got all the supplies ready Zena focused her attention on studying him. Watching the way he moved, the way his tattoos danced like puppets as his muscles pulled them in motions. The color of his eyes reminded her of clouds before a storm. Not in the mere moments before it rained but the hours. Where the white slowly started to turn a light grey then get steadily darker. His eyes reminded her some somewhere in the middle of that process where the clouds are an even mixture of light and dark.

When he knelt down beside her she couldn't help but to smile from his warnings. "I know it will. Believe it or not I was actually a medical student then a nurse. So. I do have some experience with these things" Zena knew she had been acting rather wild lately. Not wild in a sense of ravenous but wild in a sense of freedom. That was one side of her. That was the side who knew all the constellations by heart and could list off her favorite quotes or talk about books for hours. That was the side that sang whenever she wanted to or bathed in rivers or let strange men stare at her bare back and run his fingers over her side. There was that side and then there was the side who went to Boston University. The scholar, straight A student who kept to herself. This side was calm collected and clever. She knew how to use her wit to get what she wanted. Her mind was brilliant even if it had its shortcomings because oh it did. There were times when this side just wanted to retreat and hide behind the wildfire side. This was the side that led her to the medical clinic and to volunteering. This was also the side that remembered how to use throwing knives and how to keep her feet from getting thousands of infections while walking. When brought together these two sides were uniquely her. Taking in a breath she nodded to Zakharia. "You're fine go ahead"

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

Zakharia chuckled and slightly narrowed his eyes in amusement at her annoyance. He knew she hadn't liked the fact he saw her disappointment and felt slightly identified with the feeling of not liking others reading you. His eyes then rapidly traced her lips, momentarily attracted by their movement when these stretched into a smile at his warnings. When she told him she had been a nurse before shit had hit the fan he raised both eyebrows, surprised but not demonstrating it that much. "Good to know you can patch me up should anything happen" he murmured. He didn't notice he had just said he thought she would stick around with him, or well, that at least he subconsciously thought she would be around should anything happen. His attention was absorbed on the task at hand.

With his alcohol-dripping hands she covered her right foot, gently squeezing and making sure the disinfectant covered all the wounds evenly. He did this two times in each of her feet before proceeding to cover the wounds with the gauze, keeping it in place by placing small pieces of duck tape to secure it. When he was done he looked at her now slightly covered feet. Again, it wasn't as good as a bandage would have been but it was fairly good given their lack of resources. He then grabbed the alcohol bottle and proceeded to twist the cap in place, closing it. The muscles in his arms flexed slightly as he did this though they could be easily seen working with almost any movement he made.

Zack then lifted his heavily tattooed arm and turning his head a little bit used it to cover a yawn from view. He was tired and quite hungry but nothing he couldn't stand for the moment. He then looked at Zena, who was still in the bed. He was now sitting on the floor rather than kneeling but some seconds later he stood up, wordlessly. Bending forward he took what looked like a piece of black clothing in his left hand, he clearly was left-handed. Zack then guided both his hands to the corners of his white wife-beater and pulled it off, revealing quite a muscular and defined torso in which only very little pieces of skin were left untouched by the ink of his many, many tattoos. He turned, now his back facing Zena, as he threw the removed shirt to a corner of the shack and raised his arms, the muscles on his back coiling at the movement, before putting the black sleeveless shirt on. He then grabbed the sleeping bag and extended it on the floor, letting Zena have the bed and he sat on it, on knee bent and his large arm resting on it as his other leg remained extended. He looked at her, comfortable in the silence but not without minding participating in any conversation she wished to start.

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Zena Xao ~ Female ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

Zena smiled at his comment. "Depends on what type of injury we're talking about. Like. If your leg needs to be amputated or something I won't be able to do it. I can do stitches and the sort. Maybe keep you alive if you get sick. Like with a cold. Because you know those things can kill you. Especially nowadays "Zena was talking to distract herself from the stinging pain in her feet though when he went for the second coat of alcohol she slipped up. "F- Shit ow" She bit her lip and adjusted her eyes on him. They had previously been locked on the window. Once he had finished she wriggled her toes and smiled. "Thanks. Good job for what you had"

When he stood and took off his shirt her eyes widened momentarily. There were so many tattoos. Zena's mahogany eyes scanned over his skin hungrily, taking in the tattoos that she could. When he turned his back she did the same thing until he covered them. It wasn't until Zakharia sat on the sleeping bag that Zena frowned. "Mm. No. I'm not taking the bed. You have it" Zena didn't like taking beds from other people. Even as a child she wouldn't do it to her friends. She stood up and moved so that she was sitting next to him on the sleeping bag. "I'm not taking the bed. Sorry. I can sleep on the floor. I'm used to it. " She meant to look up at him when she said it but she couldn't keep her eyes from running over the tattoos on his arm. There were several that she was going to ask him about. The top on the list being the one of the Queen of England.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

He had smirked when she cussed, he really did find that thoroughly amusing but, as most of the time, he did not directly comment on it. He had almost felt her eyes scanning his skin but didn't feel bothered even in the slightest bit about it. Very opposite to that, he even liked it. Zakharia was so proud and obsessed over his tats that having other people look at them the way she did made him feel deeply content in a very self-absorbed manner. Though, in this case, he felt something strange about it. Normally the only rewarding feeling he would get was provided by his own ego but now the contentment was also provoked by the fact it was the little Chinese woman looking him over and not simply a random person. He shrugged it off as just a "strange feeling", refusing to let his mind take him to places he didn't want to go.

"No problem." He answered her thank you and right after that he saw her stand up, refusing the bed before walking to where he was and sitting next to him on his sleeping bag. His eyes were locked on her expressions and movements and so he couldn't avoid noticing how the little girl checked out his tattoos, a wild smirk stretching his lips. "See something you like?" He asked in a rather alluring and husky tone but obviously trying to get her all flustered and possibly slightly mad at him. He then heard her comment again on how she wouldn't take the bed and he, keeping the exact same tone with just a pinch of a warning added to it and the smirk still plastered on his face replied, "You have three seconds to return to the bed or I'll carry you there" He said, resorting to her fear of being carried around. His skin was starting to slightly show goose-bumps but his tattoos kept that effect pretty much covered up. That usually happened when the weather was getting cold even if he didn't feel cold, at all. He wasn't a cold person in the slightest, his body always radiated heat as though he had an inner heater added to his body.

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Zena Xao ~ Female ~ 22 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zakharia Jeylls

"I see the face of a British Queen and I'm thoroughly confused" She responded, shivering from the cold setting in and the tone of his voice. Her face did go slightly pink from him calling her out and she turned face away. Out of the thin sliver of window she could see stars appearing in the sky and locked her eyes onto them. "But yes. I did see something I liked. Art is always a lovely thing to look at" Though despite her words Zena could not bring herself to look at him again, not while the blush burned bright on her cheeks. Zena shivered again and pulled her knees to her chest. With her small frame and lack of muscle, besides the muscles in her legs from walking, and fat to keep her warm she became cold all too easily.

When he made his second comment Zena turned to look at him. "Alright. What's the difference like five steps. I can take that" Honestly it would still scare her. She'd still cling to him like a child clinging to its mother. Zena was just hoping that if she acted like she wouldn't be afraid he wouldn't do it. He'd just leave her be and take the bed. Even she knew the chances of that was small but she had to try. With that tone in his voice Zena shivered involuntary again. "Oh my lord stop that!" Her deep brown eyes narrowed into a glare and met his grey ones.

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Zakharia Jeylls ~ Male ~ 25 ~ Location: Shack in the Woods ~ Mentions: Zena Xao

He laughed shortly at her comment on the Queen's face tattoo. His laugh was deep and manly, it suited him quite well. "That one does have a long story" He commented, closing his eyes for a second and smiling. He then observed her every move closely. The way her pale cheeks were tinted by a rosy color after his comment, how she tried to look away from him, how her little frame shook like a leaf in Autumn because of the cold. He raised an eyebrow when she admitted to liking his tattoos, "Glad you like them" He said, smirking slightly. She then claimed she wasn't bothered by him carrying her and, being the evil man he was, Zach stood up and quickly lifted her off the ground with ease. The two times she had been awake he had carried her bridal-style, a position that allowed her to cling onto him. Now she was once again placed over his shoulder, the same way he had lifted her when she had been unconscious. He only held her with one strong arm that surrounded her legs on the nape of her tiny knees as her head hung in his back, a meter or so above the floor given Zack's height. "So good you don't mind me carrying you" He said, gesturing with his free arm only to let her know that she was not only slung across his shoulder like a potato sack, there was only one hand holding her in place and preventing her fall.

After letting fear set into her a bit he gently placed her on the bed. Given the position he had been carrying her in it was unavoidable that upon placing her on the bed his body, huge compared to hers, ended up being over her for some seconds as he sustained his own weight with his free hand which was placed on the bed near Zena's head for support. His grey eyes bored into hers for those seconds before he pulled away, standing up once more as she lay in the bed. Then the fact that she was shivering from cold suddenly came back up to his mind. Cold, she was cold. It was certainly getting chilly in there and apparently she was easily affected by it. Not a surprising thing taking in account her mouse-like size. Zackharia looked at his backpack, only to remember there was nothing useful in there. He had lost is jacket a week ago escaping a small herd of around twenty zombies. Still, he didn't feel at ease with her shivering. He walked over to Zena's bag and grabbed the small blanket, first covering her with it and then...Then he walked to where his sleeping bag was and grabbed it. He covered Zena with it because even though it was not initially meant to be a blanket it did keep the warmth her body and the blanket generated from escaping. Without a word he turned and sat in one of the corners of the shack, leaning in back on the cold, hard wooden wall and crossing his muscular arms over his chest. He had every intention of literally sleeping on the floor.

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