Falling For You

Chapter Four: Pull Yourself Together

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Slurped, slurped, slurped was all that Nathair could hear when he came back to his senses. He knew that he was on the deserted road because that where Laila left him. He then realised that a hot, wet substance was being wiped all over his face. The smell of it stank, like some stale fish that been left in the boiling heat or that of the food that human people supply their animals with.

After several minutes of trying to avoid the deathly smell, he cracked his eyes open, just enough to catch a glimpse of same substance cover him with nice sheet of saliva which he had come to realise what it was.

He groaned as he sat up, prying the creature off him which turned out to be a dog, and wiping his face with his hands, making sure he had no trace of the saliva left.

Nathair sat on the deserted road, groaning in frustration as the animal next time spent his time chasing it tail which ended whacking him in the process. With his patience wearing thin, he shouted at the dog, followed by a whimper and the dog scampered away.

Watching the dog's retreating form, Nathair sighed and continued to sit the remaining ten minutes on the gravelly path when he got up to dust himself and headed down the hill to search for the nuisance of a woman that seemed to have a mind of her own.

But he didn't notice that a set of four paws and tail followed closely at his heels.

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Laila stumbled her way down the hill until she met the bottom. Once she regained her balance, she took in her surroundings; another set of meadows laid out before her, tall tree stood silent in the summer breeze and the air was crisp.

Laila's face scrunched up. This environment wanted to make her puke, and she would've gladly liked to have done that.

Why does this place seems to always have a happy feeling and yet I want to see it in flames? Laila thought as she passed by the scenery and continued to follow whichever path laid before her. She kept taking all the paths until she came across a bridge and she heard a trickle of running water which she guessed was a stream. She approached the bridge and peered over the railings.

"Wahhabi!" She screamed a little scream, but soon she realised it was her own reflection which consisted of her two eyes and a nose. She continued to stare at her own image, when she suddenly realised that her style of clothing had changed dramatically. A petticoat type dress which came off the shoulders stood out on her skin with a corset like bodice wrapped around like a second skin and a pair of leather boots were set upon her feet.

"Dear God, I look hideous." Laila mumbled as she ruffled the garment and to seemingly twirl it around. A single thought popped into her mind which made her lift her skirt up to mid-thigh and she peeked under.

I've still got them Laila sighed as she was pleased that she still had one thing from the modern world and that was her panties. She pulled her skirt down and then suddenly looked around. A sigh of relief came from her as she was glad that there was no one around to witness this strange sighting of another human being.

When she was all set, she trotted off the other side of the bridge and continued on her way.

Laila had only made it so far from the bridge when she met a riverbed. 

'Huh'? Laila looked at it questioningly, face scrunched up again as she watched the water flow downstream. 

"Need help, there missy"? A voice came out of nowhere and Laila practically jumped ten feet off the ground.  When she came down from her hell high, she noticed that a small, shrewd man standing next to her, a long wooden walking stick in one hand and  a bucket in the other.