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

This RP takes place on Saturday 20th April 2014.

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.

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.

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

Enver: Could be possible. Best you just stay like this and not see. Enver thought to her, mostly for his own reasons. He didn't think he would, and was pretty sure he wouldn't, but for selfish reasons, he'd rather she stayed in this form and was his match, more or less. When she bit him, a growl came from his throat, before Enver pawed at his wife, enjoying the feel of her like this and wanting to touch her as much as possible.

Keara: Her jaws clenched harder on his skin and she tugged at it as she tried to ignore him as he literally pawed at her. He may not have said what he was thinking but she was half certain of what he’d left unsaid. Deep down she was happy with the form she’d taken but she wasn’t about to tell him that, not yet at least.

Enver: He growled as she bit down on him, this time harder. Enver pawed at her more, mostly because he didn't mind her biting him. This form or any other. His large cat form wiggled around until he was on top of her, pinning her down completely under him. Since she hadn't really fought him on much, and so he was hoping she wouldn't on this either, since he was more or less asserting his physical dominance in this form. Ready to go back home?

Keara: Keara didn’t know what he was doing but since he was more used to him form than she was, she didn’t try to shrug him off or squirm out from underneath him. Enver was very playful in this form and she marvelled at how easy it all came to him. Any human seeing him would have seen a real lion; a powerful and majestic animal. As much as Keara could adapt to the animalistic form and even appreciate it, she still felt more like her than the beastly form she’d taken. ‘If wish you do for home to return…home we can go…But first my clothes and jewellery gather we must… If that possible is. Is that possible? And how do two lions through the streets creep unnoticed?’

Enver: She was always worried about what Enver thought was the little things. Though, maybe it wasn't that little, because how many lions were in Harper Rock, outside of maybe the zoo, but the male slowly inched off her, backwards. I guess so. Usually mine is sort of ruined. On the ground everywhere. The change takes me by surprise sometimes. Maybe you can pick it up in your mouth and carry it? He sat on his back legs and looked her over. We don't have to go home. Could stay here a while. Usually this form wears off. Somehow.

Keara: If lions could smile, she was smiling and as he withdrew his weight from about her, she crept forward and turned around to face him, sitting opposite him. She rubbed her face against his and dawn his neck, her hind legs never leaving the ground and then she began licking around his mouth as if trying to kiss him or perhaps clean him up. ‘Think I do that we here should stay…till we our true forms once more do take. That safer for us both would be.’

Enver: But then I'd be naked. Wouldn't that cause just as much attention? The male lion moved his head around, accepting the licking, though it felt strange to him and so he responded as such by moving his head around. Almost like a child who was forced to get their hair brushed from their mom when they didn't want anything to do with it. You could always summon me home later, I guess. When I'm naked. Or we could just stay out here. Naked.

Keara: ‘I my clothes have. Unless failed you did for to notice that removed those I did while chasing your tail you were.’ She was teasing him. She’d thoroughly enjoyed watching him play in such an innocent manner. ‘Summon you home I definitely could. Until then… What shall we do?’ She’d stopped licking him now as he didn’t appear to like that sort of attention very much.

Enver: We could hunt. You like to hunt. He nudged her lioness frame with his own large build, nipped at her legs before lazily walking off. I wasn't chasing my tail. I was exercising. She'd probably know that wasn't true, because Enver was a pretty sedentary person and sometimes didn't move from what kept his attention for hours. Maybe even a whole night, depending on what, or who had his attention.

Keara: ‘Like I do for to hunt when the prey a challenge is. Hunting I try not to without reason… Though…’ She growled in the most menacingly way possible in this form and then launched herself at Enver’s rump. There was no expectation as to how this play fight might go or if this not so sneaky attack would actually do anything to cause him to chase her, but having attempted to pounce on him, she quickly set off in attempt to escape any retribution.

Enver: Could be challenging in this for- His thoughts were cut off when he felt something slam in to his ***. He growled out of a reaction as his neck snapped around and looked at the source. His wife. The growl was cut short as he watched her bound off, the male chasing after her, snapping at her heels until he came along side of her, nudged against her in an attempt to knock her off her balance.

Keara: She could feel him behind her or rather hear him as their paws pushed into and off of the ground beneath them as they run. His growl hadn’t startled her and so she’d gotten a good start but he was soon at her side and nudging at her body. She swerved, barely keeping moving and almost hitting into a tree before changing direction in an effort to put some ground between them.

Enver: He was following after her as best as he could, even though she was faster then him. But that wasn't really a surprise, because that's how it was when in their human form. But that didn't mean he'd give up or stay too far behind, the same way the male was in his human form. He loved being near his wife and being like this didn't change that. An idea struck him suddenly. He'd go around her and try and take her from the front. So that's what he tried to do. The male lion seemed to give up the chase and veer off through some trees and greenery until he cut a sharp left half a mile or so in to their run and tried to take her by surprise, with a playful roar.

Keara: The thudding of his paws on the ground softened and she soon realised that he had moved off somewhere else and so her own gait slowed, her head turning from side to side as she scanned the area about her. She sniffed at the wind and tried to catch his scent but was having a little trouble with her senses in this form. Then he seemingly came out of no-where and she had to pull up hard, her hind legs scrabbling in the dirt to stop herself from crashing into him. She skidded a little, her body turning sideways before she rolled over, landing at his feet, belly up before she rolled to her feet and began shaking of the dirt in her fur.

Enver: The male lion would have laughed if he could have, feeling accomplished with startling his wife. That wasn't something that happened often, or ever. When she went down, he moved close to her, then nuzzled her neck before working on helping her get the dirt off with his rough, feline tongue. Love you beautiful. He thought before the lion pounced on her as gently as he could and wrapped his jaws around her neck as if that was some way of proving he loved her in large feline language.

Keara: It didn’t matter what kind of attention he paid her, she loved it all. Everything he did made her shiver and it was then that she realised that what she’d said to him back when he first turned into a beetle was completely and utterly true; she really would and did love him in any form. ‘Love you too My Enver,’ she replied, not fighting the way he bit her neck. She purred and quickly realised that she was longing to be human so that she could take advantage of his playful nature, assuming of course that stayed with him after this form wore off. Knowing that she needed to calm herself down before her animalistic nature took a different direction, she collapsed to the floor with the intention of just resting for a while.

Enver: Her purring wasn't something he had heard before. He never purred before. Cats purred when they were happy, right? So she must have liked the way he was more or less rough housing with her. He really did want to go home and he really wanted to figure out how to be human again. Mostly for ulterior motives. When she found her way to the ground, Enver looked down at her, his head craning to the side a little trying to figure out what happened. How she went from happy to exhausted so quick. He took it as being unfamiliar with this form and not knowing her limits

Keara: Even in this form she could tell his mood had changed and he was looking at her like she’d done something wrong. This gave her pause for thought as she didn’t think she’d done anything wrong, she was trying to behave. It didn’t occur to her that this wasn’t something he’d understand as they did have their moments were they had to behave, mainly when other people were around. Was this not a similar situation in some ways? Sure, they were alone but they weren’t exactly themselves. ‘Is something wrong?’ she asked when she couldn’t figure out what his look meant.

Enver: No. I guess not. Enver's thoughts were more or less sulky. Just wish I could change back and we could be ourselves. The male lion sprawled out besides her on the ground, and his head on his paws, glaring at the ground. But don't think that's happening any time soon. It can wait until tomorrow. He assured her. What was one night without having his wife the way he wanted her? He managed to get along alright without her when they weren't together. Somehow.

Keara: ‘Wait?’ She began to wonder if they had both been thinking the same thing and nuzzled at his neck. She didn’t wait for him to clarify what he was waiting for however before she continued to project her thoughts into his mind. ‘Wish I do too for to my true form to return. Way there must be to do so…yes?’ She got up and circled around, pulling her body closer to him and settling as close to him as she could get before she tried to push her nose under his head so that she could lay her head on his paws.

Enver: Well, yeah. Somehow. I'm not sure how it happens though. But I've turned back to me before. The male lion looked down at the head on his paws and pushed his nose to the side of her face. Usually it's after I've calmed down. Or like when I was a beetle when that lady was gone and out of sight. But I'm calm and there's no one around.

Keara: ‘But I still here am. And changed you did for me. Even if this form not the one that I desired was.’ She nuzzled him. ‘Though like I do this form too. For other reasons. Wear you thusly I could not.’ She was laughing in her mind and it was quite likely that he heard that. She was happy just to be near him and so began to purr softly again, as she still tried to avoid thinking of anything that could get them in trouble.

Enver: Wear me? There's not going to be any wearing of me. He sulked at the thought of her wearing him again. He rolled around and pawed at her, deciding to try and change the subject for his sake. And maybe hers too. We could head north and to the theatre. Watch a mov- He stopped that train of thought, realizing how stupid that sounded. Or we could just watch the stars. Until this fades off. Which it will.

Keara: She couldn’t take the tone if his voice and she couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d been the one to put it there. ‘Enver? What happened? When biting me you were happy you seemed. Then… Well now… Upset you seem.’ She didn’t react to his comment of watching a movie as she knew he was thinking as himself and not as the creature which for her was all too easy to do, since all this was new to her. So she couldn’t chastise him for something she could easily do herself.

Enver: Well, yeah. I want to, you know. With my wife. Enver sulked a little. I'm done being a lion, I want to be a human. Well, a vampire and I want you to be a vampire and I want to go home and screw my wife. Or stay here and do that. I don't care where, but I want to be with my wife. His dark brown lion eyes looked at his wife and stared at the depths of her own set before the lion just slumped his head forward on the earth's surface.

Keara: His words gave her butterflies and if she’d of been in her own body she’d of been biting her lower lip to hear what he said. ‘Love you I do,’ she said nuzzling him. She had a deeper desire to be human now and so closed her eyes and began to concentrate on the feeling that was growing inside her. Turning into a lion she’d felt itchy but now she felt… warm. It took her a moment to realise what the feeling was as she was relatively numb when it came to the feeling of hot and cold, her body conditioned not to respond to either. Soon she found herself naked at his side, her hand stroking through his fur.

Enver: He loved her too, but that didn't seem like the answer. If it was, he was sure he would have been human by now. The lion made a sound that was close to a whimper, Enver clearly still sulking about their situation. While he sulked, staring at the ground, he missed the fact she had managed to figure out how to revert back to normal until he felt an unfamiliar sensation on his fur. The lion lifted his head up to look in the direction of the unfamiliar sensation and then saw his wife. His very naked wife and more than ever, Enver wanted to be his old self again. How'd you just do that? Enver thought in the direction of his wife, missing that he could touch her naked form with hands.

Keara: She cuddled up to his large furry form and wrapped her arms around him. “Know the answer to that I do not. Only desired I did so deeply for myself to be. Wanted I did to be me. Perhaps think on it too much you do. Felt it I did. In every part of me. Then… Me I was. But know you do that each of our kind different is.” She let her hand wander through his mane. “Come back to me you shall when ready you are. Sure I am of that."

Enver: The male lion listened and felt his mood dwindle further and further. Keara seemed to have gotten the power just today and already she was one step ahead of him on sorting out how to go from one spectrum to the other. He'd been able to transform in to a lion for well over a year and still couldn't turn back at will. Or thought. I'm ready now. Are you saying I don't want to be with you right now? The lion shifted to the opposite side of her, as if pulling away from her.

Keara: Where he moved she followed, not allowing him to pulling away for long. “Saying that I am not. Know I do that you with me wish to be. With me you are. Just in different form. Matters not to me which form you take.” She crawled up and around him so that she could kiss his nose. “Saying I am that we all our own way do find. Known myself longer I have, so know I do wherein my strengths lay. Figure yours out too you shall.” She wrapped her arms around his large fluffy neck and buried her face in his mane. “Time enough we have Enver. Fear nothing I shall with you at my side.”

Enver: Fear. That word struck a chord with him over anything else she said. She wasn't afraid while being with him, but she should be. In her current state, he was the only one that would be ignored by the fae. She should be fearful. Worried at the least. The male lion suddenly took a defensive stance besides her, then moved more or less in front of her, by taking a few steps forwards. we probably shouldn't be in here. With you like this. If that Crow guy finds out you're in here, he'll send his merry band of punks our way.

Keara: He was acting odd and it took a moment for Keara to figure out what he might be talking about. “Then find you shall have to the strength to return to me,” she teased as she sat herself up and folded her arms across her chest. “Go into the city we cannot till you human are. And leaving you here I am not.” She nodded her head to show she was serious and as much as she was teasing him about reverting to his true for, she wasn’t joking about not leaving his side.

Enver: We could. You just won't let us. But we could. You could use your shadow powers maybe. Or I could just run really fast. I doubt anyone would notice. It's the middle of the night. Enver turned his head to look back at her before the snapping of a twig caught his attention and the lion was lowering his front half to the ground, the back half up, ready to pounce on whatever it was that was coming their way.

Keara: His words made her laugh and her voice rang out in the quiet woods. He was clearly on guard and she should have allowed for that but she didn’t as she wanted to reply to him. “Yes. Stubborn in this I shall be. Wonder I do where I that trait may have learned?” She’d likely been stubborn her whole life but it showed more in this relationship as Enver sometimes needed to be challenged. “Asking I am for you different ways to try for control of your being to take. Thinking it works not. Think you must on why change you do. When you a lion have become. Why then? When you the beetle became. Why then? Reason there must be as to why change you do. Therein your reason lies.”

Enver: Why? Why, why, why? If he knew he would have already been human, right? He listened to her, but focused on what was approaching them, more than anything. Glossy eyes, a set of two was seen and light steps (four to be exact) were heard, faintly. they weren't heavy, like his or hers, and seemed cautious. Maybe a big, light animal. Or lighter than them. A deer maybe? The eyes turned away from them and was gone with the sound of spastic hooves falling to the ground. I became the beetle, by accident to get the hell away from that crazy lady. I panicked. This, because I wanted to show you I wasn't the beetle. Because I didn’t want to be worn. Made me feel like a damn piece of accessory. Not an accessory.

Keara: “Fear and anger then. Strong emotions they are. Find you must a feeling that your true form fits and upon that focus. Perhaps that help you shall. Perhaps like me in this you are.” She didn’t want to force the subject but she wasn’t ready to let it drop just yet either. She knew if tried and failed that he’d be disappointed in himself but if he never tried, he’d never learn to control it either. “Know you do that love you less I shall not if succeed you do not…yes? Asking I am not that succeed you do. Asking only I am that you try.”

Enver: Try. The lion did something very human in that moment. It closed its eyes and held them tight together, as if concentrating on something. Like a human would. What did his true form feel like? What did he feel in his human form? The male felt a few things. Successful in regards to business and his once upon time career. He felt confusion and some anxiety due to Emilee being in town. Paranoid, thinking he was being watched by someone, or something. Which Enver knew was to be true, but most of all, even though he was a vampire, he felt...human. More human than he did now. What did it feel like to be human, though? The lions eyes opened and he looked down at his paws, as if expecting his old form to be back. This is harder than I thought.

Keara: Keara crawled closer to him, as he’d moved off when he’d heard something in the darkness around them. “Said I did not that it easy would be. Only that try you should.” She nodded again and instead of hugging his neck or kissing his nose like she had done before, she moved to the side of him, straddled his back and paid down over him. She didn’t want to just hug a part of him, she wanted to hug his whole body so he could feel that she loved and supported him no matter what. He was all soft and fuzzy, if not still a little wet from the bath he’d taken earlier. “Worry not My Enver. One day know you shall how you all your powers can control.”

Enver: The lion laid down on the earth beneath them as she crawled on him and got comfortable. What did it feel like to be human? The only answer that came to mind was alive. Even as a vampire, Enver felt alive. Odd as that might sound. He could still eat and drink (not that he drank much anymore), he still felt pain when he was shot or stabbed and time worked against him. Worked against everyone, truth be told. There were laws, even if imposed by a bunch of thugs and they still needed to sleep. Some. Vampires still desired things. Wanted things. Needed things. Like humans did. It was these thoughts that had the male's muscle tissue shake, bend and contort in various positions as his fur started to shed from the skin.

Keara: As she felt him begin to shiver and shake she climbed off of him, as she wasn’t sure if the experience for him was the same as it was for her. “Enver? Are you okay?” She asked hesitantly.

Enver: He didn't answer her. Instead, where a lion once was, minutes later, there was a human. An Enver human, matted fur on the ground around him. The first sound that was heard was a groan as he got to his knees, then pushed off the ground with his hands and knees with a cough. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." He waved a hand in the air as he stood, then looked her over. A slow grin pulled on his face. "I'm me again. Human again." He chuckled, put an arm out and grabbed at his wife.

Keara: She watched as he transform, noting that even the way their powers expressed themselves could be different but when it was all over she was smiling at him in the darkness. “Yes. Yes you are.” She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly before pressing her lips to his neck. “Cease you never do for me to amaze. My talented boy.” Her lips quickly found his and she poured all of her excitement and pride into her kiss.

Enver: "Didn't really do anything." Enver chuckled with a shake of his head. "Wouldn't really say talented either. If that was the case, I would have been human a long time ago." He confessed as his free hand ran through his hair. As he looked down at her, his grin rose. "So we can go home now." He waggled his brows at her as his hands groped every curve of her body. "Since it's not safe and all that." Enver would be back some night and some night soon. Just not tonight. He had other things on his mind.

Keara: “Talented I think you. And lie I do not. So talented you must be.” Her hand gently stroked his face, as she looked into his eyes. “Home we can go. As soon as collected we have my belongings…If find them we can?” She looked about them, suddenly having a hard time remembering from which direction they’d come; her thoughts were clouded by their proximity and the ever growing hunger she felt for the man in whose arms she stood.

Enver: "Huh?" Enver looked around lazily, then sighed. Always something thwarting his plans. First being a lion. Overcame that, then her belongings. What did she all need? He could buy her new clothes. Enver groaned as a hand went to his face and pulled down at it. "And if we can't?" He didn't even want to try and look for the things. He just wanted to go home and be with his wife. Though, they were both here...He pulled her in closer and gave her a demanding kiss, one that told her finding her clothes wasn't on his mind. Or going home.

Keara: She shouldn’t have been caught off guard by his kiss, as she’d been the one seeking his just moments before but she was. She relaxed into him and wound herself around him, as she crossed her hands around behind his neck she suddenly pulled back. “My rings,” she gasped. “My jewellery. Gifted me those things you did.” She pouted. She needed to at least to try and find her belongings. “Quicker that find them we do. The quicker we home can be.” She nuzzled at his ear, before biting it softly and whispered something that was so softly spoken it was inaudible even to the wind itself.

Enver: He couldn't help but groan at the idea. "Alright." He sighed, then walked off to the right with her still attached to him. "I'm sure it'll be real easy finding rings in a forest." He grumbled, annoyed that they were being held up again! Selfish? Sure. He had his moments, especially when it revolved around his wife and the time they had together, even if they seemed to spend a lot of it together. "Shiny. Something shiny." Enver spoke out loud, motivating himself to find the rings and her clothing. "No, I think we have to go back." Enver spun around, wondering if this was the way back to where it began.

Keara: She laughed at his change of mood and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her before lightly kissing his lips. It took all the willpower she had not race home and call him to her but she was holding it together nicely. “Think you do like a human. Surely know you do my scent by now. Track we should the clothing. Not the metal.” She forced herself to pull away from him, her feet trying to find the floor before she released her grip on him.

Enver: "Track?" Enver scoffed at that idea. He didn’t even like the wilderness, so how the hell would even know how to track? "I, well, you see..." Enver sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I don't really know how to track. Anything." He cleared his throat. "Can't even find the remote to the tv some nights without digging around in couches and other places." He laughed at the confession and at how pathetic it sounded. "I'll look and you smell. Or whatever it is people do to track things down."

Keara: “Asking I am not that you track something unknown. No beast. No prints. Just stay focused we need to upon our path. Remember from where we came. Then try for my scent to locate. Though more difficult perhaps that is, since here I am. Find first we should the water. From there easier it should be. Surer I am that we only in once direction did run…Yes?” She took a hold of his hand and looked around before moving off in the direction she thought they needed to go.

Enver: "Yeah. Just one." He nodded his head in agreement. "So that was that way?" He had meant to say it as if he knew, but Enver really didn't know which way was East from West or South from North. It seemed she did because Keara was pulling him in some direction. "So water, clothes, rings and then go home." He said, more so to pump himself up for the search of finding the items to get home sooner than later.

Keara: “Believe I do that we this way came.” Keara looked up at the sky and paused to take in the scent of the area around her. “Once have I do what came in with we did, leave we can immediately. No more time wish I for in this place to spend when home we could be doing what promised I did.” She couldn’t help but pull him back to her, pressing herself against him, her lips claiming his as her hands ran over the scars on his chest in a vain effort to maintain some sort of barrier between them.

Enver: He kissed her back, a growl emitting from his throat as he felt her hands graze over his body and search it out. He stepped closer and pulled her in to him at the same time. His mind was debating on the promise she made and just how tempting that was, or just to settle for here, right now. Surely they could do that later, at her request even. Maybe. He groaned, conflicted. "If you keep it up, we won't make it home. Not that i mind." Enver lifted his wife up after his hands cupped her butt and kept walking in the direction she started them off in.

Keara: “Difficulty have I for my urges to control when like this we are.” Her statement was true enough but she could have quite as easily said that she had difficulty controlling her urges whenever he was near her and that would have been just as accurate. Settled with her legs around him, she kissed him again even as she knew she should probably pull away from him and run ahead. He wasn’t the only one eager to return home so that she could fulfil her promise to him.

Enver: He kept walking, listening to her, his eyes on her and not the body of water or her clothes. "Yeah, well, you sort of started it." He reminded her, his tone somewhat scolding as if saying you brought it upon yourself. "You'll really do what you said you would? When we get back home?" Sometimes, Enver was like a kid in a candy store with some things and this was definitely one of those things.

Keara: “Of course,” she smiles at him, her eyes filled with excitement. “Say it otherwise I would not. Could not. Know you do that. Lied to you I never have. And never shall.” She claimed his lips hungrily. “A slave to your desires I would be if you asked it of me.” She was in a very playful mood and could have almost forgotten about her belongings if they hadn’t been keepsakes her husband had given her or more, since her wedding and engagement ring were numbered among the items that lay somewhere nearby.

Enver: Yeah, he knew that, but still. Enver gave in, even though he kept walking, returning each kiss, but demanding a little more from her as one hand remained under her butt to keep her with him, the other groping other parts of her body. He was conflicted. She was dangling a big treat over his head, while giving him another treat, more or less. "We could do it now and get the stuff later. Doubt anyone would be around to take your stuff." Enver suggested right when he felt wetness at his feet and out of shock, more or less stumbled in to the thin bank of the lake they had found earlier in their animal forms.

Keara: She was about to scold him in her own way when they pitched into the murky water. At first Keara was shocked and with Enver more or less on top of her, she first had to push him up before she could push herself out of the dusky depths. She was laughing as she emerged from under the water and quickly began wringing out her long, matted mane. “If wish you do for my death My Love, other ways there are for that to achieve.” She teased, her words now holding double the meaning.

Enver: He chuckled and shook his head. "Think you'll be the death of us before I'd be the death of you. You and your ways of distraction." He pointed out before he stood and ran his hand through his hair, getting the water off it as best he could. "Let's go." He grabbed her hand, pulled her out of the water and then headed around it, in a hurried manner. He wanted to get home and wanted what she promised him.

Keara: She was laughing again as he dragged her from the water and began traversing the edge of it. “The distraction of no-one I was before I you met. You of equal blame are,” she pulled him back to her and kissed him passionately before freeing herself from his grasp and ran ahead. It really was the best plan if they wanted to get home anytime soon. Keara only stopped when she found unmistakable paw prints near the water’s edge. “Here we must have been,” she turned her back to the water and then headed back into the forest.

Enver: "Yeah, yeah." He waved a hand in the air, not believing he was as distracting as she was. She kissed him and before he could really react, she was gone and talking about them going the right way, more or less. He followed her, glad they were getting somewhere. Finally. He sped up his pace, so much that Enver was able to manage to swat her on the *** as he appeared next to her. "We keep going this way, should be on your clothes soon." His steps sped up once again, thinking about her whispered promise.

Keara: He more or less over took her, heading in the direction of the path she had begun on. She smiled to herself and matched his speed, only instead of keeping pace or trying to push ahead, she jumped on his back, knowing this would likely have them both heading for the ground if Enver couldn’t keep his balance.

Enver: "Umph." The sound escaped him when she jumped on his back, Enver repositioning himself so that he could carry her on him with ease. "So clothes." Enver said to no one, more as a mind set for him. He looked around as they walked, looking for clothes and, well anything that would help him find her clothes faster. "Here's where we laid down. I think." Enver pointed to a large section of grass that was broken and bent from some heavy weight of an animal, or two. "We're getting closer." His tone was eager and hopeful.

Keara: She squeezed him tightly, her arms around his neck as she got comfy on his back. “Yes. Close we are. Left I did my belongings under a tree. Find that soon we likely shall.” Keara nuzzled his neck, trailing light kisses along the length of it. She didn’t have to worry about looking about them as she was sure her husband was more than capable of the task and she so wanted to be lost in the feeling of him.

Enver: He stopped, distracted by his wife. How could he not? He wanted to see her carry out the promise, but she wasn't making it easy on him. Screw the clothes. Enver yanked at his wife and tugged her around to face him. He planted one on her, taking steps again, until she was pinned against the first tree he spotted as he tugged her around. "You're a god damn devil. Temptress even." He accused her with a scowl.

Keara: Keara growled, placing her hands either side of his face before claiming his lips and kissing him for as long as he would allow her too. “Yours I am. And this made me into you did.” She bit her lower lip as she stared into his eyes. “Try I shall for to change if like me thusly you do not,” she whispered, unable to tear her eyes from his even if she’d wanted to.

Enver: He scoffed. "Change?" He shook his head and kissed her on various parts of her upper body. As his lips found their way on to her neck, a random thought popped in his head. She couldn't lie, but maybe she didn't want to do what he wanted her to do. Keara didn't exactly see herself as a sexy person. So she would do it, but she wouldn't like to do it. "Behave." He growled at her. "We're almost there." He had a plan and even if it took him ten, twenty or a hundred years, he would get his wife to acknowledge she was sexy. This was just one of those steps to that.

Keara: As much as he teased her, or her him, it was obvious they enjoyed each other’s company. She’d of tried to control herself around him more if he’d of asked her too but she’d hoped he wouldn’t take her up on that offer. Smiling even though he told her to behave, as she knew he only meant in that moment, she shook her head. “Promise nothing I can while hold me thusly you do.” She squirmed in his grasp, not really wanting him to let her go but knowing that he had too else this night was not going to end as she had promised.

Enver: "Yeah, well the second I let you go, you'll be using your temptress ways." Enver accused her, a grin on his face and a glint of amusement in his eyes. He let her down slowly, his hands touching every ounce of her flesh as he did that, just because he enjoyed touching her and the opportunity presented itself perfectly. "Now you should be able to behave." He goosed her once, then pulled his hands away from her and held them in the air, saying he'd try to be good too. "Which way were we headed again?" Enver looked around them, realizing he had lost their way (for him at least).

Keara: She purred in his hands and half cursed herself for prizing the items he’d given her so highly. When it seemed he was the one that wouldn’t be able to behave, she laughed. “Behave we both must…for now,” she smiled, flashing her fangs before turning her attention back to their surroundings. “Think I do that we…” she looked around, sniffed at the wind and tried to get her bearings once more, “this way must go.” She went to take his hand and then remembered her promise and so pulled her hand back to her side before crossing her hands over her stomach. “There perhaps?” she pointed towards a tree in that was just in her field of vision.

Enver: "Sure." Enver said with a casual shrug. He trusted her judgement better than his own for tracking or finding things. He went off in that direction, without touching her, because he knew if he did they wouldn't go another two feet. He let his eyes sweep from left to right as he shook his head, not seeing the items. He spun around, not once but twice before Enver headed off in a different direction, in the same area, but made a wider search. He bent down and snagged up her top with a wide grin. "Found it. Them." The excitement in his eyes clear before he scooped everything up that he could. "Let's go."

Keara: Keara was disappointed when the items weren’t where she thought they were and headed in the opposite direction to her husband so that they could cover more ground. When he called out to her, she looked up and over at him and smiled brightly. “My clever boy,” she said lightly pressing her lips to his, allowing him to keep a hold of her belongings for the time being. “Race you?” she said with a sly smile before enacting one of her powers and speeding off.

Enver: His wife was gone in a flash, more or less stealing one of his signature moves. He chuckled and let her think she was winning, before Enver shuffled some things in his hands, grabbed her boot and peered in to it. Just as he suspected. The tome to their home. He grinned cheekily, looked over the words and was gone, clothes and all and at the elevator. He pressed the button down, waited for it and then got in. He pressed the button to their floor, rode it down and sauntered to their room. He didn't go in, knowing he'd set off their security system, so he just propped a shoulder against the door and waited.

Keara: She practically ran through the door of their home, stopping inches from the heavy wooden doors. There was no time to look about her, as she was naked on the doorstep and she knew Enver wouldn’t want her being seen that way, so she quickly ducked inside. The elevator said it was stopped on their floor but she thought nothing of it, as other kept residence on that level too. It took entirely too long before the doors opened and she could ride the thing up and when the doors opened and she made her way to their door, she was a little surprised to see Enver already standing there. Not being a bad loser and more than a little impressed with him she looked him over as he stood naked in the hallway. “Wish you do for the family us this way to see?” she asked as her hands reached for the handle so that they could go outside.

Enver: "Doubt they'd see it before they heard it." He winked down at her with a huge grin, as he grabbed her as the door opened and tugged her inside with him. Her clothes, boots and even her rings were dropped somewhere at the doorway, knowing they were safe now and she'd get them back later. Once they were inside and the door was closed, an eager Enver picked his wife up and brought her deeper within their room so that Keara could begin to keep her promise to him.

Keara: She didn’t care that her belongings were discarded on the floor, as that was, in truth, how their clothing usually end up when the mood took them. What she did care about however was the fact that they were finally safe and alone and there was nothing to stop her from doing what she wanted. “Know I do not how beat me home you did, but explain that later you can,” she said as slipped her hands around him. She raked her nails down his back as her she placed a number of light kisses across his chest and then teasingly asked, “Now…believe I do that I you something did promise?” It was only after those words were spoken that their fun for the night truly began.