Enver: He had noticed the security system had been messed with at the front door of their home. Not being one to let something like that sit for too long, Enver got to work doing what he liked to do; building things. Sure, the male was decent at acting (in his mind and the few fans he apparently had), but deep down Enver liked tinkering with things and working with his hands. And since his wife seemed to be missing in action and ignoring him, he figured now was the best time to be productive. Once the camera and alarm was crafted, he’d just move on to something else that would help keep areas secure.This RP takes place on Saturday 20th April 2014.
Keara: She’d come home the night before, as she couldn’t bear to spend a second night without her husband but had slipped back soon after the sun set, leaving Enver free to do whatever it was he did when she wasn’t about. While the raid commanded a certain amount of her attention that evening, when she wasn’t engaged in combat, she was slumped against a wall thinking of her man. He drove her crazy, whether he knew it or not, as no matter where she was or how long it had been since she’d seen him last, thoughts of him plagued her mind. Dawn was a few hours off when she decided to call it a night and return home again. Toming home, she checked the usual places Enver could be found and soon came across him, hard at work at the crafting table. “Miss me?” she asked slipping her arms about his waist and hugging his back.
Enver: Enver was in the middle of attaching some bolts on a trap he was in the middle of making when he felt her arms around him. Or so he hoped it was his wife's arms. That'd certainly be awkward. When she asked a question, it was confirmed that she was behind him. He didn't respond, mostly because he was in the middle of something that could be dangerous, and also because he was mildly annoyed with her. Finally, when Enver cranked the final bolt on the trap, he cleared his throat and turned half way to face her. "Huh. How long have you been gone for?" As he asked that, the male pushed the trap to the edge of the bench and finished turning around. "How many holes this time?"
Keara: A certain level of silence between them was normal but when he didn’t answer and then threw a couple of questions at her himself, she knew something was bugging him. “So…Missed me you did not?” her eyes were filled with disappointment and her voice waivered as she tried not to show how much it hurt to think she’d been gone most of the night and that he hadn’t noticed. “No holes have I this time.” This reply was little more than a whisper, her head hung low as she now stood to the side of him, her hands crossed over her stomach.
Enver: He sighed, reached out, grabbed her and pulled her towards him. "Course I did. Could ask you the same thing." He gave her a once over with his eyes to see if he could see any holes, before he took a long inhale in with his nose, trying to validate it that way too. "Didn't get my mind mail?" He looked at her, eye level to her since he was sitting at the bench.
Keara: “I…erm…” colour flushed in her cheeks and she bit her lower lip as she looked up into his eyes. “Wanted I did not for you to disappoint and deny I could not where I was…so…But missed you I did.” She squeezed him tightly having seated herself on his lap and wrapped her arms about him. “Like I do not for too long from you to be parted. Those things take too long they do.”
Enver: He sighed. "I know you like going to those things. Just not real sure why you felt the need to ignore me. Don't really need to be a psychic to know where to find you when a raid is going on." He cleared his throat as a different thought moved past that. "Same time, anything could have happened to you. And I'd not know for hours."
Keara: There was another moment of silence as Keara processed what he’d said. She’d been rude. Without meaning to she’d neglected her husband and perhaps made him worry for her. She looked down and sighed softly, disappointed in herself. “Sorry I am My Love. Think of that I did not. Promise I do never for that again to do.”
Enver: "Just glad you're in one piece for a change." He chuckled as Enver nodded and grinned as his arms wrapped around her. "So did you win again?" He asked with a glint of pride in his eyes. Even if she hadn't, he knew she had done well, much better than him and most the people he knew. "Oh." He swivelled the chair around a little so she could look at the bench from the side and pointed to the camera and sensor. "These need to replace what was removed from the front door. Seems someone's probably snooping around this place and didn't want to be seen."
Keara: “Go in there I do not for to win. Know you do that,” she nuzzled at his neck before she looked to what he’d been crafting. “Oh thank you.” Keara cuddled him more tightly. “Know I do not what anyone in here could wish to find. Besides you that it is My Love. You the most valuable thing in this place are.” Her hand reached up to stroke his face before her lips claimed his.
Enver: He started to scoff at the idea of him being the most valuable thing in the place, obviously thinking she was what she professed him to be, but was cut short on that when she kissed him. He returned the kiss, all too eagerly as his hands travelled down the length of her spine and to her thighs where they rested all too comfortable. "I imagine you're pretty tired after all that fighting and stuff." His brows waggled down at her as Enver finished turning the chair around so that she was pinned between him and the bench.
Keara: “No,” she said shaking her head vigorously, somehow missing or overlooking what it was he really wanted from her. “Tired I am not. Actually… Idea had I for what we tonight could do... Though,” she bit her lip and looked about the room, her eyes half hoping to find a distraction. “Like it you may not.”
Enver: "Yeah?" He grinned wider as she said she wasn't tired and had some ideas of her own. "I'm all ears for hearing these ideas." His grin went a little lopsided as his hands worked their way back up the length of her thighs, came around her butt and came to find their way under it and to a rest. After a quick squeeze, of course. "
Keara: His touch made her mind go fuzzy and she almost forgot what it was she was about to say. “I…erm…Idea had I did.” Her tone was soft and dreamlike as she was quite clearly distracted by him. “Power thought I did that you could use…” she couldn’t help but nuzzle at his neck a little more and when she realised what she was doing she had to pull herself away and try and snap herself out of going down an all too familiar route with her beloved. “Wanted I did for to ask… If perhaps you your shiny little beetle form for me would take.” The explanation as to why she wanted him to take that form was yet to be explained but she did in fact have a reason for wanting to see him in his cute little buggy form.
Enver: This wasn't what he expected at all. He leaned back and looked at her, almost stupefied. "You want me to what?" He cleared his throat. "What for? Not that I can just you know, be that. I already told you that woman had something to do with it. I'm a lion." Sure, she'd never seen him in his lion form before, but it was true and Enver fully believed that paparazzi woman was one of those sorcerer things with some sort of powers they didn't know about or underestimated. "I can't turn in to that thing again."
Keara: “Oh My Love,” she stroked his face as she looked into his eyes. “Sure I am that you the cause of the change were. The woman human was. Nothing special was there about her, else defended herself better she would have when I…” she let that sentence fall flat, as she suddenly realised she may not have told her husband of the woman’s fate. Either way, she was certain the woman had been nothing more than human and that Enver just needed to try and take the form to be able to perform the task. “Wanted I did for to see if an outfit I could find upon which you in your best light could be shown.” The answer to his question served as a possible change of subject, though she was sure Enver would likely circle back around to it.
Enver: Enver pinched the bridge of his nose. "So you want me to be your accessory for the rest of the night?" He grumbled as he cleared his throat, dropped the hand from his nose and shook his head. "That doesn't sound like an evening I'd enjoy." He pointed out. "If I could turn in to that beetle thing again. Not that I can, mind you. Like I said, that was some weird fluke. Might have been something to do with the situation and the moon or something."
Keara: “Yes,” she said brightly, glad he hadn’t asked about the female. “That wish I to do. One day wish you might for upon my chest to sit, for something to observe. Like I would for to know what wear I can with you. My wardrobe somewhat limited in colour is and want I do not for you out of place to look in such a circumstance. And… well… Think I do that you cute look in that form. All cute and shiny. Quite pretty you are.” Her tone showed the excitement she felt at seeing him thusly again. “And when annoyed you get, do you do this cute thing with your wings. Adorable in that form you are. Gizmo love you shall,” she laughed softly as the image of Enver being chased by the pup popped into her head.
Enver: "Cute?" He growled at the idea of being cute in some beetle form. Enver stood up, making sure he was supporting her as best as he could as anger started to boil deep within him. "Beetles aren't cute. They're pests." He nodded as he set her down and ran a hand through his hair and began to pace. "Can't believe you want me to be a bug for the whole damn night when we've already been apart for the whole night and most of last night too." His jaw clenched together tightly as his pacing quickened. And then it happened. He changed alright, but not in the form she wanted him to be in. Maybe it was the rage inside of him or the need to prove he wasn't a beetle after all. But the male hunched over as his rage grew into the pit of his stomach, stayed there and burned. Slowly, hands turned in to large brown paws, clothing was replaced by fur and a large cat like body and his face broke and contorted into a snout and frame of a lion. Tattered clothing loitered the space around him as the lion turned, looked her over and gave her a growl, that if it could have a human characteristic to it, would be along the lines of "See, I told you so." Then the lion took to a sit and started licking its front paws.
Keara: Well she got what she asked for. Kind of. He’d shifted forms at will, only he’d taken the other form; the one she’d only heard him speak of before this night. She’d of been annoyed or disappointed even if he didn’t look so gloriously majestic in this form. “Oh Enver,” she said moving to kneel in front of him. She’d known he was angry at her just moments before the shift as he had removed her from his lap but that was all forgotten as she’d watched this transformation. She reached out to pet his head and scratch him behind the ear, not at all concerned that he might strikeout at her with one of his giant paws. “This form too impressive is.”
Enver: The lion's snout came to the centre of her chest as he nudged her, part of him annoyed and part of him not at all bothered, because he'd been right. He knew he was meant to be a lion and now she knew too. He nudged at her again, stood, then lazily walked away on all fours to where the bed was. He jumped up on it, not caring where the dog was, or if the dog would remain on the bed if he was there, circled around on the foot of the bed once and plopped down after crossing his paws in front of him one at a time.
Keara: Gizmo had hidden, his bravery having waivered after seeing his father turn into a giant beast. The small creature was used to a lot of things but Enver being a lion wasn’t one of them. Keara however watched him in fascination as he made himself at home on their bed. After a moment or two of quiet awe, she was suddenly struck by the idea that this was not where a creature of his stature was supposed to be. “Well... Hmm… If ruin my plans you will. Ruin yours I shall,” she said with a mischievous grin before disappearing. She’d used celerity to take herself to the edge of the city before running out into the wilderness. Once out of view from human eyes, she summoned Enver to her.
Enver: The lion was half listening to her as he got comfortable on their bed, which he more or less was making his throne, more or less. The large animal noticed that she was gone, and it showed when his ears went back and his head lifted high. As if searching for her, but then when a few seconds past and she was still gone, the head rested once again on his furry forearms so he could wait. Suddenly, he felt it. That feeling he got when she was dragging him around somewhere, with or without his knowledge of things. The lion raised itself on all fours and dug its claws in to the bed and their bedding. He wasn't ready to go out looking like this. Only, it didn't matter. When she called, he came because he trusted her, even if the male wasn't keen on going to some of the places she summoned him to.
Keara: When he arrived in the wilderness, Keara looked down at him, and the stooped so that she could look into his familiar and yet different dark orbs. “Make the most of your time in this form you should. Like I would for to see you run.” She couldn’t help herself from stroking his mane again. It wouldn’t have been right to say that she was attracted to this physical form, but she did admire his abilities and loved how majestic and powerful he looked.
Enver: The cat tilted its head as it listened to her and then gave a low grumble of a roar as she more or less instructed him to run around. He wasn't a damn dog. The lion shook his head, the mane around his neckline going in all sorts of directions as he denied her idea. Instead, the lion decided to do something different. If she wanted to go in the woods, he'd take her. The lion circled around the woman, then nudged her from behind, just hard enough to get her knees to buckle so she could land on him. It wouldn't be a perfect landing in the position the lion (or rather Enver) sought out, but hopefully she'd get the drift of what he wanted.
Keara: Enver was being Enver; by which I mean he was being stubborn and was determined to get his own way. She wanted to watch him move but he wanted her to sit on his back and ride him like a pony. It seemed almost counter intuitive to do this but she didn’t really get much of a choice in the matter as he wormed his way rather clumsily between her legs, causing him to practically fall on him. Thankfully she was quick and graceful and her ability to react quickly meant she didn’t end up crashing to the ground. Moving down his spine a little, she then bent down over him, so that her chest made contact with his back and she began to stroke him behind the ear again. “Love you I do My Enver but this positioning…well…unnatural is. Do you truly wish for me you to ride as if a horse you were?”
Enver: No. This wasn't the best way to go about things, but he wasn't going to prance around like some show dog either. Not sure how you can see me running around His thoughts trailed off. It wasn't safe for vampires to be out here, as he saw with Peter and Charlotte recently (which reminded him he had some business to deal with the fae), but now wasn't the time. So how was she going to watch him do anything if she was stuck out here? Could have watched me run around the attic. You can't follow me like that.
Keara: She ruffled his fur. “Run I can My Love. And if ran you did within my field of vision follow you well enough I could.” He couldn’t see it but he likely heard in her tone that she was pouting, as she too could be stubborn and this wasn’t exactly how she wanted to spend her night either. She wasn’t overly worried about the fae herself yet, as she hadn’t been in the wilderness long and it didn’t occur to her that Enver would be safe in this form, even if she was aware of this particular perk to the power.
Enver: She wanted him to put on a show. Just like a horse. Well, very well then. The lion shook his body, indicating she should get off him and then, when she was off, he tried to take to prancing around like a show horse. Only, it looked ridiculous and the lion more or less stumbled over his large paws before its chest met the surface of the woods. A frustrated roar snarled from his lips, before Enver decided to give up and just do what she wanted him to do. First, he started out in a fast walk, which turned into a run, both his front paws hitting the ground in unison a few fractions of a seconds before his backs hit the ground. Then, the speed increased when the lion saw a snake, took after it, snatched it in its jaws, tossed it in the air and let it drop to the ground. It pawed at it, playing with the thing until its paws more or less mashed it in to the ground.
Keara: Even when he was a lion she had a feel for what he wanted and so swiftly got to her feet so that he could pull away from her. He begun by doing something, though Keara had no idea what it was he was doing what with his movements anything but cat like. His playful nature, if that’s what it was,. Cut short when he stumbled and frustration set in. Soon he appeared to settle and began to run and move like a creature that was truly free and as she watched him she felt a pang of jealousy, as a small, or perhaps large, part of her wished to join him. This feeling almost overwhelmed her senses and she soon began itching at her forearms, not that she had any if idea she was doing it.
Enver: With the snake defeated, the lion moved on to whatever it was that caught it's attention next. Any rustle of the wind that blew a leaf had the lion moving to it, to investigate the source, only to be disappointed more times than not. Once, when a rabbit was found, the large beast chased after it, only to be outsmarted by the thing finding refuge in some hole that was more than likely its home and impossible for the lion to get it. He paced back and forth in front of it for a couple of minutes, as if expecting it to come out, only to be disappointed. It seemed for the time being, that the lion was in control of the situation and Enver was taking a backseat.
Keara: Even as her arms itched, Keara enjoyed watching Enver run back and forth. There was a playful innocence about him, as if her husband really was the beast his form had taken. The itching was now incessant and Keara found herself removing her jewellery as if the very presence of them were aggravating her skin. She looked her rings onto and necklace and placed them in one of the pockets of her skirt but this did little to alleviate the issue, in fact it seemed to have exasperated the situation and she soon began tugging at her clothing as that too grew increasingly aggravating to her. Soon she was stripping, this in and of itself was nothing new. Keara knew no shame and only really knew not to run around naked as society and her husband preferred that she didn’t do so.
Enver: When it became apparent the rabbit wasn't going to be coming out any time soon, the lion shook its head, pawed at the ground and then let out a frustrated snort that had the dirt of the wilderness form as a cloud in the air around it. The lion turned, disinterested in pursuing the rabbit, and looked around the wilderness with tipped back ears. Listening. He heard a scratching noise, which caused the lion to look in the direction of his human, then had him coming to her side. It's nose nudged at her fingers, as if trying to get an answer that way before he liked them and nibbled at them too, unintentionally grazing her skin and causing her black blood to seep through.
Keara: It would seem that in any form Enver was at least a little aware of Keara when she was distressed or doing something she ought not to be doing. He could fit her entire hand in his mouth and she couldn’t help but laugh, even as his sharp teeth grazed her and caused her to bleed. What silenced her laughter however wasn’t the pain of the fresh wound, but rather the pain she felt deep within her. This wasn’t like having something claw its way out of her, this was different and she could feel something moving inside of her. She wasn’t aware of the power she’d obtained or the fact that she had chosen a form of her own but soon, she was on all fours and as she cried out in discomfort, fur began to appear and she was soon transformed. She shook her new body, the soft yellow hairs rippling as she did so. She was transformed and she looked down at her own paws as she figured out what had happened. ‘What am I?’ she asked not knowing what kind of cat she’d actually turned into and hoping her husband would be able to shed some light.
Enver: The male lion reeled back a little as there was a change within his human. He wasn't scared of it, just not sure what the hell was going on as she took to all fours. Should the lion give her space? Should he nose around and help her as best as he could in this form? Best he could do was get her on his back again, get home and try his hardest to become his normal self again (if that was even possible). So he moved to her and nudged her a little as his human began to transform right in front of his eyes. When it was all said and done, Keara looked more or less like him, with slight differences. Height, paw size, lack of a main and a few other smaller distinctions. But he knew exactly what she was, only because one of his creations looked like she did. Almost. There were differences of course. He nudged the underside of her body before Enver answered with his thoughts. A lion. I mean, a female one. A lioness. Again, another nudge with his snout before his thoughts continued. How the-? Did you know? Is that why you wanted to come here? Suddenly, the lion was excited and he showed it by softly biting the top of her neck before he nudged that neck with his snout.
Keara: The noise that escaped her was some sort of growl like purr but in her mind it sounded like a laugh. She had no idea she could transform, this power had to be new to her. She’d unlocked the shifter bridge but didn’t realise she’d actually been blessed with any of its powers yet, until Enver explained what she was. She padded on the spot, getting used to the feel of the ground beneath her paws. The gentle nudges he’d given her almost putting her off balance at first but now she was relatively stable in this form. ‘Know I did not that I this could become,’ she replied, tearing at the grass beneath her front paws until she could break away from him and bat his face with one of them; claws retracted of course. ‘This all new is.’ Her human voice was filled with excitement and having batted his face and replied, she turned on her tail and made a move to run off to see what she was capable of.
Enver: He stood there, surprised she batted at him with her paw. It seemed she was getting familiar with her new form and getting all too comfortable with it too. There were a floor of questions that entered his mind that he wanted to ask her, but she was tearing off in the wilderness. He watched her for a second, then took off after her, his paws thudding heavily on the earth as he came up behind her, then tried to nudge her legs from the side, letting her know he was there. Maybe you should slow down. Where are we going? Maybe you can be a beetle too. He barraged her mind with his thoughts as he rounded up to her side.
Keara: She felt the nudge and her gait faltered slightly as running this way on so many legs was still a little awkward to her and as he began to speak to her, her gait slowed and she eventually became still, her tail twitching from side to side as she considered what he’d said. ‘Going nowhere we are. Perhaps. Wanted I did for to run and so run I did. Doubt I do that I a beetle too could be,’ she added before she began circling her husband, as he had her attention and she hadn’t really taken the time to look him over through her new eyes. She ran her head along his side and took in his scent. To her he smelt the same but she wasn’t sure if that was just because she wanted to recognise his scent. As she moved around his hind legs, she dipped to inspect his paws and then moved back up the other side of him, literally rubbing his fur up the wrong way with her face pressed to his side once more. He’d bitten the back of her neck but she didn’t feel the urge to do that, instead she dropped her head and ran it under his mane before nuzzling at his face as she finally came to stand before him once more.
Enver: she was inspecting him. Or that's at least how it felt to him. Not that he minded. There wasn't really anything about this form that embarrassed him. He was large and Enver even imagined he was regal looking. As regal as lions came (sure, he had watched a few YouTube videos and movies about lions to learn about them once he had transformed in to a lion). Once she was done and standing in front of him, he returned the affections but let his tongue drag across the length of her neck before he jumped on her, the top half of his body landing on her as his tail swished back and forth, excitedly.
Keara: She was roughly liked and then pounced on and while she was technically stronger than him, she buckled under his weight as she wasn’t quite used to this form yet. A rumble grew in her throat but even she wasn’t sure if it was a noise of quiet disgruntlement or one of amusement. She knew Enver didn’t mean to hurt her and she could almost feel the emotion in him, as this was new to them both in some ways, as while his form wasn’t new to him as it was to her, he’d never seen her like this and they’d certainly never had the opportunity to just relax in the forest like this. It was this thought that made Keara purr. Finally. After four centuries, she’d be able to fully appreciate nature in all its glory. Being a vampire was all well and good but she was born to the land and had grown up in the countryside. The fae did their best to keep her kind out of their lands and so this was almost like a gift from Nox and what was all the more important to her was that she got to share it with her husband. She settled down where she was and began liking at the fur on her paws, something she’d seen Enver do earlier; was this what she was supposed to do? It felt normal and she wasn’t gagging from the fur in her mouth or anything, so she carried on.
Enver: He'd been excited, maybe too excited over this transformation of his wife. When he heard her growl, he worked his way off her side, not sure if she was agitated with him on her and giving him a warning, or what it really meant. That was the only thing that came to his mind. When she got comfortable on the ground and began the grooming process Enver ran his tongue across the top of her head, then laid down next to her and simply listened and watched their surroundings. After a few seconds, he lounged his head on top of her, rolled to his side and waited to see what she wanted to do, if anything. She felt his tongue run across her fur and raised her head a little, obviously pondering something before she turned to nudge him with her nose. It was then that she noted he had made himself comfortable and was more or less using her as a pillow. ‘Comfortable My Love?’ she asked turning back around before crossing her paws one over the other and resting her head upon them.
Enver: It'll do for now. Came a cheeky thought at her as Enver buried his nose in her neckline and took a deep inhale in of her scent in this form. Then, without any warning, thought or otherwise, he was up and jumping over her. He came to her side on the opposite side of her, though he faced the other way and took the liberty of licking her tail and biting at it gently, amused at its movements on the occasions she moved it. Don't you want to explore? Sure, Enver was lazy in any form, preferring to stay in the same spot for hours, but this was the first time she was like this and they could be in the woods without any worries (in his mind).
Keara: He more or less bit her butt and Keara growled at this, though he hadn’t hurt her in any fashion, her tail twitching this way and that baiting him further without her knowing. ‘Explore?’ she asked as she rolled onto her side and stretched to her full length before rolling onto her back, scratching it on the floor beneath her as she attempted to sooth an itch before settling back on her side once more. ‘Explore we can. Yes. But explore what and how?’ There was much to explore in the wilderness about them but she had not really thought past the fact of how nice it was to lay in the grass.
Enver: Don't know. Anything. Everything. Seems like a waste just sitting here. He thought as he moved to bat at her tail now with his giant front paws as she teased him in his mind with the thing that kept his visual attention. We could go swimming. If we found some water. He suggested with a final bat of his paw at her tail before he stood up, nuzzled her with his face and then stood in front of her, as if on guard and watching for something. Or someone.
Keara: He was still swatting at her tail and the mental image she had was of him playing with the snake. Without meaning too, she turned and roared at him, before she kind of attacked him. Her movements, though seemingly vicious, were little more than playful banter; had she been human, she of slapped him round the face, in this form however it manifested as her jaws locking onto and pulling at the flesh around his neck. As she released him, she took off into the forest, her nose sniffing at the air as she ran, trying to ascertain the direction of the nearest pool of water. If her husband wanted to swim, they could swim. She took no issue in this, however she wasn’t entirely sure how buoyant this form was or how difficult that task might be and so as she approached the water, instead of diving into it, she more or less skidded across its surface as her power prevented her from falling in.
Enver: She was playing with him and he was more than fine with playing back with her. She had taken him by surprise, so Enver didn't react to her biting his neck because of that. When she took off, he mocked her roar, this one much deeper as he was letting her know that he was coming after her and she better get a move on it. He chased her after the warning came from his jaws, following her scent to track her. It seemed easier to keep track of his wife in this form, then his vampire one and due to his excitement of being able to follow her well, he didn't realize how close he was to the water before it was too late and the lion slammed in to the water and splashed around before he plodded back to the edge of the water's bank.
Keara: It seemed walking on water was instinctual and so she turned as she “got to her feet” and padded back to Enver who quite clearly didn’t have that particular power, or if he did, he had more control over it, as he’d gone straight into the water. Being above him, she nuzzled his snout with her own and began cleaning him up with her tongue. This was quite clearly some animal instinct, as it made very little sense as a human (or vampire even) to be cleaning someone with your tongue.
Enver: He gave a low roar at her as she started to clean him up, before he put a paw up and swiped at her, intending for his paw to drag her neck down so he could lick her nose with his tongue. Do you like this? This form? Is this what you thought you'd be? He wrapped his jaw around her neck, giving it a gentle, but affectionate bite like he had done before, until he decided water wasn't where he wanted to be and started to go back to the bank where he could lounge and dry off. I'm not really sure how this works out. I didn't know I'd be this either.
Keara: She wasn’t sure if he was protesting or not when he roared again. Even as a lion there was something about his voice that made Keara shiver slightly. She loved his human voice and his animal one was kind of commanding (as one might expect). He succeeded in his task to lick her nose and her giggle erupted as a purr from her throat, a purr that deepened as he bit her gently. As he left the water, feeling it was only fair, Keara forced herself to think of swimming and fell into the murky pool with a rather loud splash. This form had a grace of its own but it didn’t seem to be made for swimming and so she too made her way onto the banks where she shook herself, sending droplets of water flying about her. ‘Know I do not how works this does. Know I did not that I this power had. Assume I would that choice I made but remember making it I do not.’ This was true enough, as while her subconscious had chosen a form to match her mate, she herself had given in no thought whatsoever.
Enver: The drops of water she shook off her landed all over, including his lion form. He let her finish shaking herself off before a large paw came at her and gave a pull, demanding she come lie down next to him. I didn't really make mine either. I just knew I had to go in the woods and thought of being a big animal and guess this was what I was thinking deep down. He wouldn't go in to much more detail than that, mostly not to make his wife jealous (though, she needn't be), so Enver changed his thoughts. I like that you can do this now. We can get away all the time. He rolled to his side, his head off the ground to look at her, taking in her feline form again.
Keara: She loved him but he made her head spin. After talking her into doing something he was the one that now wanted to lie down and do nothing. There was no argument in her and so she settle in next to him, pushing her nose under his paw before laying down next to him and nuzzling her nose under his. ‘Like you do this form?’ she asked, wondering why this meant they could get away more.
Enver: Well, yeah. It's like mine. A lion, like I said. Only you're a lioness. He didn't think he had shown any disproval in her form. Don't you like it? He pushed his nose in to hers before licking her face with his tongue. Think it suits you. Lions are good at hunting. Saw it on some discovery show on YouTube.
Keara: She remained still and let him pay her this unique form of attention. While she was quite used to having Enver be affectionate in a number of ways, licking her face wasn’t one of them. ‘Guess right you are. Makes it does sense perhaps…only…if choice I had perhaps smaller I would be. This form… Well… Suitable for the city it is not. Perhaps a bird been I would have…or rodent?’ she was thinking it all through. ‘Thinking I was how free you looked when running you were and then… Well… Changed I did.’
Enver: Or a beetle? Enver piped up, knowing how much she liked him in that form. That was why he was like this now, wasn't it? Rodent? Like a mouse? Guess I could see that too. Not sure about the bird thing. Enver was thinking, more at himself, then her, but she was getting his thoughts regardless. I like this form. Besides, it's not like you'll probably use it much in the city.
Keara: ‘Wish you do for me your match to be in all forms My Love?’ she half asked and half teased him as she rolled onto her back, all four paws in the air. ‘Like rat I mean. People generally away from them do stay. And by bird thinking I was an owl or hawk perhaps. No real thought to this have I given till now. This likely your fault is.’ Keara began licking around his snout.
Enver: My fault? The lion shook his head, disagreeing as humanly as he could in this form. Don't like birds. Especially owls. Rats are alright. He liked the idea of people staying away from her, so if that was what else she wanted to be, Enver was more than fine with that. And no. Just not sure how this all works. If you can be anything you want to be whenever. That’s all
Keara: While she didn’t know what triggered it, she was almost certain that most people only took one form. In this Enver as special, as she’d heard of very few people in her time that could take more than one form. ‘Believe I do that most but one form may take. And yes. Your fault this must be. If instinct tells me that I a rodent should be then that my form should have been. But instead… This I am.’ She stretched her legs as if trying to gesture to herself, something that didn’t work in this body.
Enver: There's nothing wrong with being a lioness. Enver would have scoffed if he could have, but instead his form snorted. Suits you. His thoughts started to sound more and more like how he talked, which was like a low grumble at her complaining about her form. He licked the length of her body to show that he approved of it before he lounged on her again, a large paw coming with him to more or less pin her to the ground beneath them. If you were a rat, I might eat you in this form. Was good this was what you became. What you picked.
Keara: Her body shivered as he ran his tongue along the length of it. ‘Never said I did that something wrong with this form is. Only that you likely the cause of it are. So in love with you I am that seems it does that wish I do for your match in all senses to be. And…hmm…Eat me you would? Have you no control?’ The last sentence came with a clattering of paws about his face as she teased him.
Enver: Eat you? He rolled, on and over her, showing he was amused with the idea of eating her. No. Don't think it works like that. Don't think lions eat their own kind. He wasn't really sure on that, so he backed up his thought with a compliment. Was just appreciating your new form. Since there's nothing wrong with it.
Keara: Her paws covered her face as she was half embarrassed for him when he took her words wrongly. Some women would have assumed that this was a sign that their other half wasn’t listening to them, Keara however simply took this to mean that Enver was likely distracted by her regardless of the form she took. ‘Said you did that if I a rat was, that eat me you might.’ She clarified the situation and began play biting his neck just under his chin. She had to admit that this form was more than apt when it came to her love of biting him, as lions were indeed designed to hunt, at least the females were, Enver had been right in that.
