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--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

This RP takes place on Tuesday 4th March 2014.

Enver: He had decided to hit the Bullwood area, as it was quick and hopefully had some of the things he needed to keep crafting away. He had hit an office building as it was closing down and grabbed a few things not worth anything to him but a few bucks and then decided to hit the warehouses in that area. As he went from block to block, it seemed Enver acquired a 'friend.' He shooed the thing away not once, but twice, but it seemed the thing was content on being his partner in crime tonight. After he scored a few things he needed, Enver pushed his thoughts in his wife's direction. Think I got a few things worth something. And a little something else. Think you could summon us back to you?

Keara: ‘Us?’ Came a very paranoid and slightly upset reply. How a single word could carry so much mistrust and accusation wasn’t clear but the tone of that particular thought showed that she wasn’t sure what to make of his statement. ‘Enver…summon you I can as trust me you do. How know I who else summoned should be if know of them I do not?’ She was of course assuming that he was talking about a specific person, someone she may or may not have met. Either way it didn’t actually matter to her as she had specifically told her husband that she didn’t want to be seen until the parasite within her had either clawed its way out and left or destroyed her.

Enver: Us. Me and the things I picked up on the way. I can't shake this thing following me either. Seems I'm stuck with it. We're stuck with it. Enver wasn't going to clarify, but he scooped up the speckled colored puppy and pondered how she could summon him and the puppy. He shrugged and put the thing in his coat and zipped it up, with the snout sticking out of it. It moved and wiggled around, clearly displeased. Might want to do it in a tick. Before this thing claws me half to death.

Keara: To say she was confused would have been an understatement. She was half used to Enver not making sense to her at times but at that moment in time he was just being downright cryptic. “Okay?” Her voice echoed slightly in the empty room and she concentrated on her husband with the intention of bringing him and whatever beast it was he’d found to keep him company, back home. As he appeared in the room, she looked him over, her nose wrinkling slightly as she saw the squirming mass under his jacket. “Enver…what is that?”

Enver: "It's a beast. Damn thing keeps following me. Tried to shake it a few times, but just kept hanging around." He grumbled as Enver unzipped his coat, while he grimaced as the puppy clawed at his coat and his flesh to get out of the coat. When the coat was unzipped, the thing yipped, squirmed and jumped out of his coat, while Enver tried to frantically grab at it to keep it from committing doggy suicide, which ended up with him grabbing a leg, and letting the dog drop from the shaky catch, and needless to say, the thing was only stunned before it started walking to a corner to sniff around as it seemed to make itself at home.

Keara: “Summoned you home without that I could have. Followed you then it could not,” she said as she sat up in the bed, the covers wrapped around her. Keara’s gaze followed the scruffy looking little thing as it made its way around the room. “Gift assuming I am that is for Peter. Collects the creatures I believe he does. Yes?” She knew their son had more than a his fair share of the beasts already and one as small and pathetic looking as thing would surely be able to slip into the pack unnoticed.

Enver: Enver scoffed as he looked at it. "Yeah, until I go back to the same place tomorrow or the next night." He shook his head. "And no. That boy needs some friends. Of the human kind. Not more damn dogs. He's, ahh, for you." He grinned.

Keara: While Enver likely knew the majority of Keara’s looks by now, tonight he would be met with one he’d probably never seen before; it was a look that without a single word seemed to suggest he’d lost his mind. “Erm…Think I do that perhaps heard you wrong I did…Know you do that struggled I did for your ex-employee alive to keep…yes? Do well with living creatures I do not. Not to mention…” her hands moved lower on the covers, clearly showcasing her ever swelling stomach area. “Creature yours is…Clearly…Chose me it did not.”

Enver: Enver cleared his throat, nodded his head and then looked at the puppy as it walked around from corner to corner of the room. "Well, I couldn't just leave it there." He grumbled after a minute. "I mean look at it." He pointed to the puppy, as if that'd clear the air as to why he had to bring it back. "Didn't pick you because you weren't there." He nodded as the puppy tried to hop up on the bed, only to fail and start scratching at the sheets on the side of the mattress with ferocity as it tried to get up there. Enver chuckled, cleared his throat and then looked at his wife. "He's not that bad I guess." Enver shrugged. "Guess he's mine. Which is yours too. Being we're married." He grinned at that.

Keara: She wasn’t nearly as amused by the creature as Enver was and when it started scratching at the bed sheets, she peered over the edge of the bed at it. The sight of the little hopeful eyes and wagging tail probably would have had most people’s hearts melting, but not Keara. Still, she reached down to it with her right hand as if she were going to stroke it, only to grab it by the scruff of the neck and hoist it into the air. It kicked and wriggled as she sat back up and brought it closer to her face. “What are we with this to do? Useful this creature is not. Hunter it is not.” The tiny pup began to growl at her as if finding some hidden well of courage after not being able to wriggle free, letting her know without doubt that it wasn’t happy with its current positioning.

Enver: "Hey!" Enver growled as she picked it up in a not so loving manner. "Leave him, her or it alone." Enver hadn't really looked under the skirt of the thing to sort out what it was yet, but that was his dog now. "I don't rough house your things. Your property or your kiddos, unless they deserve it." He grumbled the last part out before he was at the bed and trying to get it back from her. "Not everything has to hunt to be useful." He scowled and snatched the puppy back. "Ask Peter with his collection of however many he has."

Keara: “Hurt it I did not,” she growled back, unimpressed with the way he chastised her. “Hold them thusly you can. Have you never a ***** with her puppies before seen. Carries them she does in her mouth. At least bite it I did not. Considered it,” she said with a shrug of her shoulders, her manner not quite indicating if she was teasing him or being serious. “Doubt much blood there is in it for it worth it to be and feed on such things I do not. If wanted I did tiny creature as a pet, brought I would have the rats from the sewers into the Asylum. But did that I did not. Even if like me they do. Easy mark you are,” she said looking to her husband, “Creature knew it did that you to its will it could bend.” She settled back against the headrest of the bed, keeping her form covered; something she hadn’t done for the better part of two nights.

Enver: He scowled at her. "That so?" He looked down at the dog, then turned it on its side a little. "Maybe he just knew who to hang out with for a good time." He grumbled, offended at the idea of being an easy mark. "Doesn't matter. I'm keeping it-him." He waved a hand, his free one at her before Enver put the puppy down on the ground to let him have free roam of the place. "Don't need rats, you've got enough play things running around. From kiddos to husbands' whose mind you can bend at will apparently." He scoffed, moved to a table, swiped up his pack of cigarettes and lit one, before he caught sight of her large belly, groaned and put the thing out almost as soon as he lit it.

Keara: She quickly realised she may have offended her husband even if she hadn’t meant to. It wasn’t such a bad thing being an easy mark, it meant he had a heart and while she wasn’t exactly cold hearted, she didn’t tend to wear it on her sleeve like her husband did. (Keara obviously had little to no understanding of how her husband was perceived by the majority of the vampire community, else that thought wouldn’t have rung true in her mind). “Husbands…Plural…Last time that checked I did only one I had. I mean…unless you count Ven…But count him you cannot. Returned he did not from the realm and told him I did that it over was…The words to paper I did put. Remember?” In her haste to correct that particular slip of the tongue, she had failed to notice his odd behaviour and the fact that he’d compared her childer to rodents.

Enver: He waved a hand and scoffed at her interpretation of things. "Papers age over time. Ink fades." He pointed out, still irritated about her perception of things. Or of him, really. He took a long drag off his cigarette as he thought about it. "You'll get used to him. If not, well, maybe Lorde needs a pet, or Crash even." He shrugged.

Keara: “Then saying you are that matters not what said and done I have and that married I still am to my sire? That our marriage null and void would make. Though mood you now are in perhaps that your desire is?” She wasn’t sure what had happened, truth be told, things had been good before he left and now…now he was acting all odd and defensive.

Enver: "Maybe. Maybe that's what you like. You two were married for a long time." Enver scowled, thinking on things. "Must not have been an easy target given you two were married so long and he managed to stay alive just as long."

--The following transcript was a live chat roleplay--

Keara: Keara laughed and was not quick enough to stop the sound from passing her lips. She wasn’t so much laughing at her husbands misguided words, as she was at the fact that she thought all of that was behind them and yet somewhere deep inside he was probably still a little jealous. “Worry you do still for this? And yes. Lived we did a long time without dying but times different then were. Vampires in one city, one place did not dwell and much time did we travelling spend. Transport not so expedient was in that time.” She tapped the bed, having lost sight and interest in the pup for the time being. “Like I do not our situation in that regard. But no thought to it do I these days give. Said good bye I did. Our bonds long-time broken have been. Feel him I do not.” She tried to hold his eye, if and when he’d look at her, so that he could hopefully see how she felt about him deep down.

Enver: She was laughing, at what Enver assumed was him. "Not worried." He scowled down at her. "Just never heard you talk about me like that." His tone wasn't hard to hide, it indicated he was annoyed and irritated still at being called an easy target. "Don't know why you bother with someone like me. With someone who's an easy target."

Keara: “Because love you I do. And target wrong word is. Mark is better. Pup saw you and knew you for its tricks would fall. No shame is there in that. Means it does that kind soul you have. No animal with me that way does react. Even rats their time do take for me to get to know. Bribe them I do with bones for them closer to me to bring.” She hoped her explanation would help a little and for the most part she believed it would but then she didn’t know how easy it was to offend a man’s pride, as this was essentially what she had done.

Enver: "Huh." He said as he exhaled the smoke from his cigarette and thought about what she said. "Maybe." He said after a minute of thought. Enver nodded his head. "Don't feel any shame in it. Doesn't bother me any. So long as it doesn't bother you. You're the one thinking on how soft I am. Over a dog. He was probably just cold and would have followed anyone around." He nodded his head.

Keara: She shook her head. “Creatures follow for two reasons; if think they do that you them can protect or if you pray are. Believe I do not that he you as pray saw.” She cast her eyes about the room but still saw no sign of the creature and so she listened for a moment, only to sigh softly. “Enver. Creature of yours chewing something is.” She hadn’t replied to his question as to whether or not it bothered her and not because it did, but because the idea (to her) was so preposterous that she didn’t think it required a verbal response.

Enver: "Chewing something?" He sat up taller in the bed to look around for the thing before he shot out of the bed. "God damn it to hell. That's not to chew on. You'll electrocute yourself." He grumbled as he scooped the thing up and put him back at the foot of the bed. "Stay there." He waved a finger at the thing before he re-joined his wife in bed. The puppy didn't stay in the spot, in fact, he moved to the top of the bed, sniffing around his wife before it reeled backwards as it sniffed too close to her stomach area.

Keara: “On what was he chewing?” she asked out of curiosity, having already realised that her boots at least were safe. The intrepid pup bounced towards her and would have been waved away if it obviously hadn’t of caught the scent of the parasite inside her. Though, there was a chance it was recoiling form her too. It was a wonder to her that Enver couldn’t tell by scent too that the creature inside her wasn’t a baby but was in fact a supernatural, vampire eating, killing machine; not that fadebeasts only attacked vampires, they were just the only relevant pray they ate as far as she was concerned.

Enver: "Some things I picked up when I went out that night. Some computer parts." He grumbled. "Damn thing might be trying to be the end of me after all." He chuckled before he leaned over and gave her a kiss, his hands roaming over her body and coming to rest on her enlarged tummy. "Should get him some toys or something. Tomorrow."

Keara: “Food too…if hungry he is…Actually…” she slipped out of the bed and went to find her rucksack. She had a harder time keeping track of things lately, partly due to the thing taking over her body and partly due to her husband’s appetite. “This have I,” she said walking back into the room with a bone she’d picked up when she was last in the catacombs. She had no idea why she hadn’t left that at home and packed some more useful bits and pieces but she wasn’t about to over think it, as she usually had the odd bit of tat left in her rucksack, even if she had just cleared it out.

Enver: He laughed and then looked at the bone. "Thing is probably as big as he is." He shook his head as he watched his wife move around the room. He put the dog back on the ground, content with the idea of him playing with it. "Give it to him anyways." He shrugged before he got up, grabbed the bone from her and tossed it to ground carelessly. "It'll keep him entertained for a while. Come back to bed." He yanked her towards him and the bed.

Keara: With a smile on her lips, she watched the pup run for the bone, as she was swept up into his arms. “Hmm…stronger you are. Yes?” she hadn’t appraised her husband of late but she had the feeling that he was a little stronger than he used to be, not that it took a lot to pull her around, but she could have sworn h had more definition in the muscles in his arm (even if it was just in her imagination). “And know you do that quite capable I am for out of the bed to be…yes? Admit this you must before back under those covers I creep.”

Enver: He nodded his head. "Maybe. Might be due to all the time I'm spending in the catacombs with that wife of mine." He winked down at her before he nodded his head. "I know, but I like the looks of you in bed." A sly grin pulled on his features before he snagged a kiss from her and then dropped her down on top of the foot of the bed, perhaps a little more careful than normal.

Keara: His platitude worked and she scooted backwards over the bedcovers and pulled them back around herself. “That wife of yours very lucky is then,” she smiled at him and bit her lip, looking her husband over with what could only be described as a hunger in her eyes; a look that faded quickly as the newest addition to their home began rather noisily chewing on his gift. She looked over the edge of the bed to see him settling down with it. “Your creature a name does need. While content I am for him creature to call, sure I am that name more fitting there is for him.”

Enver: The dog was beginning to irritate him because his wife was oddly fixated with it. For someone who didn't want it hanging around, she sure could have fooled him. "Ahh." Enver gave a shrug as he thought about it, quickly as he came around to join her in bed. "What about Mutt?" A grin cracked on the corners of his lips before Enver moved in to kiss her again.

Keara: She leaned back and wrapped her arms around him, losing herself in his kiss, almost forgetting his suggested name and the rather loud crunching noises coming from the foot of the bed. “I…erm…” she ran her hand through his hair and nuzzled at his neck. “Better name I think you can manage than that. Creature likes you.”

Enver: "Maybe. We don't have to pick one out tonight." He wasn't in the mood to talk about the dog anymore and hadn't been for a while, but seemed she was adament on talking about it. Or was she? His hands began to roam, high and low, enjoying the feel of her curves, until they came to rest on her butt so he could yank her on top of him. "Things like that take time." He nodded his head as he brought his hands back around the front of her frame in an attempt to show how eager he was to stop talking about the dog.

Keara: Whatever they called it, it had to be something that sounded right, as she was sure she was going to spend a lot of time screaming at it. It hadn’t been in their home for even an hour and it was already taking over and making the place its own. Enver however had a way of distracting her from the small furry animal he’d adopted and so it wasn’t long before all the noise it made faded into the background. “Prefer I would its name to…” she began to lose her train of thought, distracted by his attention.

Enver: "Tomorrow." He growled at her. "We'll sort it out tomorrow." He assured her as his lips found her neck and gave the surface there a quick kiss before the male decided to get her complete attention as abruptly as possible as he pushed his fangs down in to her neck, his hands working on keeping her attention, regardless.

Keara: Keara gave no verbal reply; at least none that seemed to indicate she heard what he’d said as she growled softly. There was no way she could think of anything but him now, as his fangs in her neck left her head in a spin. She had trouble concentrating on anything else around her when Enver was near normally and times like this, well this was when she truly was at her most vulnerable. If the earth beneath them shifted and fire rained from the sky, she’d never have noticed, not once she was in his arms and under his spell.