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The day seemed like a nice one, the sun peeking out from a break in the large white fluffy clouds, the air a little bit chilly but nice. The air scented of oncoming spring, in which the woman couldn't wait for. A smile spread across the fae's muzzle as she stepped outside into the bit of sunshine which peaked out from the clouds. Padding through town, blue eyes bright and electrifying, Fia thought a bit. It was a nice day- what would she do on a fine day such as this? The white fae's long black hair was tied up in a loose ponytail, swaying with each pawstep she took. She wore her normal clothes- a t-shirt and slightly ripped up jeans.
As Fia neared the garden, she wondered what it would look like when spring was in full swing- red roses blooming wild, their dark color symbolizing love. Bright yellow tulips springing about, striving to reach the bright blue sky and any rain that came along with it. Daisies, swaying gently in the fresh breeze, bumping softly into each other and giving off their wonderful scent. Yellow and black striped insects buzzing around the flowers, diving in to reach the sweet, sticky yellow pollen. Oh, how Fia longed for that to come already.
Reaching the gardens, blue eyes surveyed the green buds that awaited spring, so they could show off their magnificent beauty. Black tipped paws brushed softly against the 'almost-flowers' a gentle sigh emitting from the she-wolf's muzzle. She felt rather lonely, wishing to have a bit of company. But it seemed like no one was around. Her mind went back to Gunnar, thinking of his muscular form and rich black curls. The scars on his body, which Fia didn't mind at all. She liked his scars- they gave him a past, and where a reminder of what he had overcome and defeated.
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He could be silent and stealthy when he wanted to, rather obvious by the fact that his sister was completely oblivious to his stalking presence. It was just a case of whether or not he wanted to be unheard and unseen. The dusty male followed his fairer sister, beautiful Fia who he loved with all his heart, it was the same and yet a different love he had for her than he had for Tony or Aro or even Sophia who he hadn't seen that much of really. Fia was his little sister, she was precious beyond words or explanation, like Juliet or his mother, Ghita.
Still even he, the loner Knight, could be persuaded to engage in childish activities if the right mood struck him. Closer he crept as she carried on in her blissful ignorance, stopping to bless the budding flowers with her touch. His secui form was the better suited for stalking and thus it was that form he took now, he was lower down than her so would not cast a large looming shadow to tip her off. He was downwind so his scent was being blown away from her, back towards the fort. A joker's gleeful grin was firmly in place as the young man shot forwards silently, head low and long body stretched straight, crouching slightly as part of his plan.
There was a quick playful nip to her rump before he forced his head and shoulders between her fragile legs. He raised himself to his secui's full height, sweeping the pale fey off of her feet and if he had timed it correctly she would settle just behind his shoulders, now the owner of a large, dusty furry transport donkey. If he hadn't then well, he was ready to run from an enraged sister, all part of the fun. For the first time in a long while he felt normal, as he had been before they had left Crimson Dreams and this showed in his loud barking laughter that followed his playful actions.
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As the snowy fae walked through the garden, a sudden push from her legs made her buckle, as a giant something swept her off her paws. Very starteled, Fia screamed as she was suddenly pretty high up- and her paws weren't touching the floor. Blue eyes looking down, she saw that she sat atop her big brother, Lorenzo. "Enzo!!! What are you doing?!" She yipped, suddenly becoming enraged.
Where had he come from? Wouldn't she have scented him, or heard him?! Though out of her anger, the woman found herself laughing, a soft, happy, silky laugh that she hadn't heard herself use in a few days. Her smile brightened a bit when her ears met his hearty laughter and his loud bark. Sitting atop his shoulders was a bit scary-How was she supposed to get down? The woman felt like a young pup again, giggling as her brother and herself continued in this playful behaivior. Then, the black dipped fae realized something.
"Enzo, have you been stalking me...this whole time?!" She yipped, smacking him in the back of the head with her tail. Laughing as she did so, she yelped as the Fia nearly fell over backwards suddenly, but grabbed hold of his shoulders and chest with her legs and paws. "Woah..that was close" She said a bit shakily, her voice serious. Suddenly Fia erupted into a fit of laughs again, the she-wolf's tail swaying gently behind her.
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If you need a translation for what Enzo is saying don't hesitate to pm me and ask!  Also totally didn't forget about this thread .. totally
Her high pitched scream was like a music to his ears, as it was to every brother who enjoyed teasing his younger sister. Her weight was slight upon his muscles, the woman was positively pixie in proportion next to himself, a real dainty character. Through his laughter he managed to answer her indignant question,
"Ahh be amusin' mahself greatly 'ere sissy." He broke off then, sniggering to himself, amusement flowing through him. Fia was the one of them who spent the most time in human like clothes, Enzo had dumped his own jeans a few months ago after he ha discovered to his disgust that they no longer fit him. So he had burned them in a childish fit of anger, after tearing them up. He may have the height and physique of a man but there was still a large amount of adolescence inside Lorenzo.
His laughter started up again as she realised he had been stalking her and her tail beat against the back of his head.
"Aye. Et weren't too 'ard neither. Yar are easy tah track." The last part was said with almost concern, he hoped she wasn't so unaware of her surroundings when she was outside Casa because otherwise she'd make an easy target. The idea of his beloved sister being any body's prey made him nauseous and stirred anger deep in his gut. Her bright giggles pulled him from his darkening mood though and he twisted his head to look back at her. She was so different looking to him and Tony, it was bizarre.
"What ya be plannin' on doing tahday?" The amethyst jewel combed her appearance for anything even slightly out of place, he wanted to make sure that her mate was treating her right. Enzo hadn't seen much of Gunnar after their last meeting where Lorenzo had threatened him with death should he ever hurt Fia.
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