Swords Dance - (Scyther /hmofa/ story)

>be living innawoods, off the grid and away from civilization in some crappy tiny cabin you built for yourself over the months
>get back from collecting wood for your fireplace
>the sun is setting and a fuckhuge winter storm is approaching
>cheap poke-walmart solar cells are only able to power a handful of electronics at once so getting an actual heater is a no-go
>fucking chinese imports
>heaters are for pussies anyway
>as you're dumping the wood into the fireplace, you hear what sounds like a scratching sound coming from outside your door
>oh shit
>fucking skinwalkers and bigfoot trying to steal muh vodka
>praying to god, odin, zeus, allah, hitler, arceus, and bob ross, you grab your nugget and proceed to breach the door only to be greeted by...
>nothing
>what
>it was now nighttime, the snow is beginning to fall, and it's cold as fuck
>just as you're about to turn around to go back inside you notice some very faint tracks in the snow, ending just beside your front door
>they were large, and vaguely reptilian judging from the three sharp looking claws on the end of them
>as you're investigating, you're suddenly knocked to the floor by the weight of something landing on you from atop the roof, knocking your nugget out of your hands with a beastly hiss
>welp time to die
>as you gaze upwards at your attacker, you are greeted with a pair of piercing yellow eyes staring back at you, it's clawed hand pinning you by the shoulder and it's other bladed forearm hovering dangerously close to your neck
>in a raspy, yet distinctly feminine voice it finally spoke to you
>"Ssssso, you're the human that's been living on my property..."

>a scyther
>a fucking scyther
>yep, you were fucked
>you knew that monsters tended to segregate themselves to their own communities, and never really bothered humans unless it was for fighting in the league
>some bullshit about "interspecies cooperation" and "strengthening diplomatic relations"
>but you had never seen one in person, and now one was staring you down ready to tear your throat out for what it thought was an intrusion on it's property
>upon closer inspection, you notice that "it" was actually a she, judging from the overall feminine figure and the pair of decently sized breasts that sat on her chest
>this made her no less terrifying however, as the threat of having your throat slashed open was still very real
>"W-what?" was all you manage to choke out, nearly pissing yourself from fear
>"I've lived here for years, and then one day you show up and build this ugly monstrocity on my land" she hisses, her grip tightening and her blade now touching your throat
>despite the fear of imminent death quite literally hovering over you, you attempt to explain yourself
>you quickly blurt out something along the lines of "I didn't know you lived here, I wouldn't have settled in this place to begin with if I knew you did." and hope for the best
>ohgodpleasedontkillme
>with a hiss, she slowly takes her blade away from your neck, releasing you and allowing for you to finally stand again
>the snow is really beginning to fall, and the cold is now unbearable
>as you begin to wordlessly walk back inside, you notice the scyther shivering
>despite the fact that not five minutes ago she attempted to slash your neck open, you can't help but feel bad for her
>with scyther being a strange hybrid of reptiles and insects you figure she's cold-blooded, so the threat of her dying from this was a very real concern, and the last thing you needed on your conscience was causing someone's death after you squatted on her land
>"Hey" you begin to say "Why don't you come inside?"

>she looks at you, her angry expression having faltered but still present
>"Why would I want to come with you, human?"
>"Because it's colder than the fucking Russian winter and you're going to die if you don't come in" you say "Besides, I figure letting you stay at my place would be fair if you think I stole from you."
>her face contorts to a frown, a sigh escaping her mouth as she steps towards you "Fine..."
>you beckon her into the house and shut the door behind you, locking it as you remove your jacket and set it on the handmade rack beside you
>"So this is your house? Disssgusting..." she spat, staring around the cabin you worked your ass off to build
>well fuck you too, you ungrateful bitch
>after looking around, the scyther spots the fire you had started earlier, and her eyes immediately appear to light up in response
>"What's your name?" you ask, sitting on the crappy couch you had set up facing the TV, not that you could get the damn thing to work
>once again, fuck chinese import solar cells
>"Sandra" she says, kneeling in front of the fire in an attempt to warm up, covering herself in the process
>"So, Sandra... how did you find out where I lived?"
>the scyther turned her head to you "Idiot, it doesn't take a genius to hear someone who's chopping down half a forest for firewood"
>oh, right
>you wonder how she didn't find you earlier with all the noise you had been making trying to build this place, but would it have really made a difference as the end result would still have been her trying to kill you
>granted things worked out well in the end, but the point still stands
>well enough, at least...
>you had a fucking velociraptor-mantis monster with swords on her arms living with you
>but compared to how boring your old life was and how lonely things can get out here, having some contact was the best thing to happen
>"What's your name, human?" she asks, breaking the silence
>"Anon." you reply

>>22619651 (You)
>sandra stood up, begrudgingly extending her clawed hand towards you
>"Well, anon." she begins "It's nice to meet you."
>you stand up and shake her hand, trying to avert your gaze from her uh...
>indecency
>you really should get her some clothes
>with a yawn, sandra stretches her arms
>"Where's the bedroom, anon?" she asks, her eyes appearing heavy as she struggles to keep them open "I haven't been able to sleep in days because of you"
>ignoring her snide comment, you point her to the bedroom door, which she promptly heads off to
>come to think of it, you could use some sleep too
>after taking a minute to shut off the lights and take a well-needed piss after nearly doing so earlier, you head off to the bedroom, quietly entering and shutting the door behind you
>it just occurred to you that you forgot to bring your nugget back, which you usually sleep with
>fuck
>you take off everything save for your boxer briefs, tossing the soaked clothing into a nearby bin to wash later
>sandra is already in bed, lying on her side with the blankets over her, trying her best to keep warm in the cold winter air
>you climb into the bed, trying your best not to disturb her as you pull the covers over you
>after around a minute of lying there, you feel the bed shifting as you feel sandra wrap her arms around you, her body pressed tightly against your back, careful not to cut you with her scythes
>"Sandra, what are you doing?"
>"I'm cold. You're warm. Now be still, I'm trying to sleep" she coldly says, burying her face into your neck
>right...
>her soft, scaly breasts are pressed into your back
>no boner, bad boy, shoo
>you can feel her breathing gently slowing with each passing second
>not gonna lie, she was kinda cute
>as you both drift off to sleep, you're glad she seems happy that you're able to keep her warm for the night