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Willow's grin eased his wild heart...

Kithoras softly smiled as he followed behind her while as allowing her to hold his hand if she wanted too. She called him a slowpoke which made him laugh some before following still behind her steps, it seemed she did not want to hold his hand and he was okay with that. As he softly walked up the steps did his eyes remain on Willow's eyes and this made him smile purely. "Why the hurry? We have all the time in the world.", he replied with a soft tone which was meant to ease a young child. Willow was anything but a child for she was a character who wanted to go out and explore. Kithoras could feel his heart shake in joy for the first time someone wanted to spend time with him, this was a time he would never forget.

As bad as it sounds, Willow you have won some parts of my being with that wonderful soul of yours...

Willow was about to run up the fifth stack of stairs, yet she felt a breeze go by her, she instantly stopped and turned to face it, She followed it as it gently hits her face, her foot steps weren't in a rush, she made it to some railings. It was the second balcony? Her hands touched the iron rails as she leaned on them supporting her self with her hands and her feet came off the floor -only by a couple of inches- as she leant forward slightly to look down. Her long fiery hair also well foreword as she looks down too. T her the sight was beautiful. Water like crystals as the sun hit it. Lillypads and other creatures and things floating around the water giving the place a life of colour. Architecture looked nice with the wild greenery growing too. Mother Nature certainly took over his place. "A rare Beauty." She spoke softly. As she waited for Kithoras to catch up. She faintly caught his words before she went off running. All the time in the world? Yet was it sun down in a few hours? Then again if this place was beautiful at night time, she'll guess it was much more exotic in the evening.

Willow continued to run in a playful manner...

Kithoras chuckled to her actions and decided to walk a bit faster up the steps and with each step did his heart pound which was a sign of his heart beating due to his movements. As a hunter he was use to letting his heart beat louder for it was meant to beat in such a manner because of him being a wolf. Wolves were skilled hunters and providers for their family and this urge seemed to help him understand what he wanted most in life. Willow was so fully of energy and this energy was sent to him in such a way that it made him seem playful. Kithoras began running faster up the steps and he ran so fast that he passed Willow but then blinked and slid to the floor making a small "Oof!" noise when his hindquarters found the hard ground. "Whoops...", he said this with a flustered face as he looked down.

So much for being playful?

Willow blinked as she felt Kithoras rush past her. Her feet instantly landed back on to the ground she turned and to look where her new found companion was going.. not far as it seems as he fellow over on to his hind. Willow's eyes open wide slightly watching him fall, body took a quick gasp, her body moved towards him quickly crouching down on the balls of her feet, her hand touching his shoulder then raising, bending her head down to catch his eyes with hers. Her actual body was closer to him now then it was earlier. Her hair falling over her again, covering her body a tiny bit. But not up to the modest standards of society. Some of her hair else fell on him too, after all her hair was long and wild.  "You Okay?" She voice her Concern along with it stretching across her face clearly hoping that he wasn't hurt. To her he seemed like a wounded pup, her free hand rose and gently tilted his head, since he wasn't actually meeting her eyes, she repeated her question again.  "You Okay?"

Willow looked worried and this made him smile...

"I'm alright.", he said this with a obvious chuckle before standing up thanks to Willow's help. Kithoras looked from this new height on how everything looked and he was blown away by how everything looked so amazing. The view captured his breath as he looked over everything while placing his arms on the railing as he looked around. "Whatever this place is, I have to say it looks beautiful...", his voice trailed along a simple breeze as he said this to himself. Kithoras has seen so much on his own. The running river streams in the forest, the endless mountains that were wild but free, many animals and life were openly free.

Kithoras wanted to show Willow things, then again that was probably thinking to much...?

Willow stood up with Kithoras, she quietly let out a sigh of relief. She moved to stand next to Kithoras at the railing, her hands resting on top of it again. "Something man made, yet mother nature has taken over, giving us a rare beauty. That even a painter shouldn't paint it, it's too beautiful to paint." Willow voiced her thoughts easily to Kithoras, she was comfortable with him.Her eyes slowly differed upwards to the open ceiling? She watched the tattered fabric flap gently in the window, watching it move in the breeze made her sightly sleepy. Her emeralds slipped closed with a lazy smile of contempt appeared on her features. She believed she's found where she's staying to night. here, in this so called Library. She leant more foreword so her arms draped over the outside of the rail, in a slouch position. Her elbows resting on the rail. She slightly fell into Kithoras's side, she mumbled a small apologie and she opened her eyes slightly, trying to erase the sleepiness that the wind made her do.

Standing there with Willow seemed to make him smile.

Nature had a way of coming and growing over things that man had made. Mother nature was a strong force and not many know that she has a dark side to her beauty. Kithoras found himself staring out into the image that was laid right out infront of his eyes. Freedom was a thing that was earned or given. Most animals were born free and at times freedom seems to leave them due to the hands of man. Kithoras was glad that he was brought up on his own. Sure, he missed his parents dearly and regretted everything that he had done to them but this was a new start he had hoped. Kithoras glanced to Willow and he smirked to her words before looking out again silently.

He agreed with Willow full heartedly...

Willows dazed eyes swept closed as she rested her head against Kithoras's arm, gently. As the wind swept by her, to her ears it sounded like a lullaby. She seemed to slightly given in to her sleepiness. The wind was one of her elements, it always caressed her like a child, lulling her into sweet nothingness, treating her like a child. Yet her other element water treated her like a fellow child, playing yet it also can be serious to. After all water and wind create storms.
Willows head lulled on Kithoras's arm then gently nuzzled with her own noes it to get comfy. "Sleepy" she mumbled. True to her word, it was getting late into the afternoon.

A gentle question was asked....

Softly he glanced to Willow and he nodded silently with a faint smile on his face for it had been a while since he had last slept. Normally, he could sleep very well but now a days it was sort of odd to sleep since he didn't know the place well enough to actually sleep. Perhaps, he was being paranoid but at the same time he trusted himself and his instincts in the wild since they kept him alive for sometime now. Willow was a nice women and he could see that by how she acted and how kind she was being. It was so hard to find people like that now and he wanted to make use of the time he had with Willow.

Sure, he was sleepy. However, the time with Willow was peaceful....

Willow’s face was in Kithoras’s coat arm, smilingly dreamily to herself. She noted that his scent was like the smell of her old woodland home where she lived in the large river, back home on her old planet earth, before they evicted her out due to her unnatural attraction/beauty to every gender, no matter the race. So she nuzzled deeper into his jacket to savour the scent that she long thought that she forgotten. She lifted her arms and wrapped them around the arm that she was nuzzling as she turned her head to a side and sighed gently while hugging his arm to her naked chest. "Sorry, Kithoras, this one is a bit sleepy.." she spoke almost in third person, as she went down into a sitting position by the rails, her hand now sliding in to his larger one again, like she did earlier, giving it a small squeeze. She looked up to him with tired eyes that gave her features beauty yet the kind of beauty that was innocent. "You should sleep too, Kithoras...'' his name was slightly drawn out with sleepiness, as she swayed slightly side to side while she was sat on her feet. Looking up at the werewolf, offering him to join her. She obviously planned to sleep where she currently was, yet her hand did not let his go.

Willow showed signs of being tired...

As he watched her silently did he come to understand that she was indeed tired and as she placed her arms around his own did he softly smirk for a second. Willow was slowly going down to the floor and it seemed that she was trying to pull him down with her which was why he closed his eyes and joined her on the ground. Kithoras took note on how cold the area felt and even more so when night falls and the temperature drops. As he sat down with Willow did he hear her speak of being sleepy and that she wanted him to join her in sleep as well. Kithoras could not fully lower his guard only cause of his instincts and how they reacted around different areas and people. A good chance to allow his features of a werewolf to show it would seem.

Kithoras closed his eyes silently and took a gentle breath and when he had done this did his figure change and his human flesh changed to being covered in fur. The body of a man but all in the appearance of a wolf with his clothes still upon him. Willow wanted to sleep and so he would allow her this chance to do so along with keeping her warm against his body of being a wolf. Would it be wrong to place her in his lap? Lowering his eyes down along with his head of a wolf did he place one arm around her shoulders in order to keep her warm while he softly spoke. "Go ahead and sleep, Willow. I will keep you warm.", his eyes closed when he went silent.

Willow didn’t seem to notice the change as she felt Kithoras sit down with her. Her naked body seems to instantly curl up to the heat radiating off the werewolf. Her upper body curving into him, her upper body leaning on his her, face nuzzled into the now furry neck that tickles her cool tempertured skin. Her legs lay out next to her. As her body relaxes into a daze of blissful sleep, her hand didn’t let go of his furry claws as she brought it to her chest and held it there against her hear. As her free hand rests against Kithoras's chest almost as if she was comparing there heart beats. That lulled into a lullaby before sleep claimed her she mumbled into the fur. “Sleep this one, will after you t-oo..”
Soft breathing creased Kithoras’s fur. Her body now completely relaxed into the male, as she slept, her divine beauty seem to become alive like a modern day sleeping Beauty. Yet beauty can be deadly.

Willow slowly but softly allowed herself to sleep...

Kithoras's ears of being wolf lowered to the sound of her soft breathing as his eyes looked over her relaxed form and he seemed to inwardly chuckle to himself. Willow was no doubt beautiful and she had a side that was kind but gentle but like always never judge a book by its cover. Much like himself for he was a werewolf and many people think that he is a normal human being in which case they were wrong. Kithoras always tried to hide his features of being wolf since well not many people back where he came from liked beings like him. Willow seemed to enjoy the comfort from his fur which was rather nice to see since well many people did kill his kind just to get their hands on his fur.

Willow spoke of something before falling asleep and he guessed that when she was done sleeping then she would allow himself to sleep. A small smile made way to the features of Kithoras now in his wolf form. Laying there and watching her sleep seemed to make his eyes close and he guessed that it was cause she was holding his hand which was now similar to a wolf's paw but with the five fingers of being human. This small touch seemed to relax him and deep down he liked that...

Willow didn't stir much in her beauty sleep, now and again she nuzzled in to the furry neck of her companion, yet she didn't fidget, make a noise or have nightmares, she only slept soundlessly as she held the strange paw-hand in her's against her chest. The sun was setting quickly, the only noise around the odd pair was the sound of frogs, water creatures and the window coming into play as the sun went to hide for the night to come out to play. Willow only slept for about an hour max after the sunset, she now she now more curled up into the werewolf that was with her, yet she didn't open her eyes. They stayed gently sealed shut as she stared to hum and softly and quietly to herself, lulling a lullaby as her hand moved away from his chest to touch the side and back of kithoras's neck in a smoothing pattern, gently caressing the male's fur as her head laid on his shoulder, and their linked hands to her chest still.

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A sound of humming reached his ears...

There were no words to describe it as he laid there with his eyes closed. It was clear that Willow was singing this song by humming in hopes of probably relaxing them both. The wolf head which was now easily seen by many only smirked softly as his body eased itself down some for it seemed that nothing was coming and if something did come...

Not wanting to think about it much longer did he allow himself to slowly ease down into sleep, a long forgotten sleep due to him hardly sleeping before. As a werewolf he had his reasons for keeping his guard up but it would seem it was not needed now which was why he fell asleep. The dreams that he had long forgotten seemed to come back at a rather gentle pace for soft pictures of lands and traveling played in his head. These places he had seen a long time ago, the faces of many who use to be important were no where to be seen. These images were valued due to the emotions they had placed upon him. Though, he knew no one at least now he knows someone and that person was, Willow...

Willow's stunning eyes opened as her hand continues to stroke and massage the fur in her grasp, she could feel the difference from the once skin now to fur. Funny she actually thought he'll transform into a wolf.. then again werewolf, is part man and wolf, so it didn't really leave a big impact on her, she just had correct her way of think and quickly and easily. Besides how could she not? Kind spirit, furry, a great blanket--- Erm.. Well she meant-- couldn't help admit he was warm. Willow kept singing until she finished the song, yet she continued to hum it, while looking up at the high moon in the sky. The moon was bright tonight, with it's shining friends, the stars. Her hand seem to reacher up to his ears, she faulted slightly unsure, but took a chance and gently rubbed his left ear with her thumb as she hummed her lullaby to the sleeping werewolf. That guard her from the cold, as she stared up at the moon as it provided light to the area.

Such a wonderful feeling...

Though he was asleep he still felt a hand in his own and a soothing touch upon his ear which almost felt like his mother was petting him long ago. Things in the past hurt far worse then and they still hurt now in the present it seemed. Even though it hurt to think back to a time of peace, he still could not forget the feeling of being happy either. As he continued to sleep it seemed that his head leaned to the side some and as his head leaned down some did his head softly hit Willow's shoulder. Not once did he wake at this action for the comfort was to hard to explain...

A smile dazzled across Willow's face as she felt him lean into her. At first she couldn't hold his weight for a few seconds, from the shock of him leaning into her yet her muscle instantly went to work at supporting him holding him easily. His fured face tickled her naked skin as her left hand rested on top of his head. She leant back and pushed his body to her right slight, so his body curved around her sitting form on the ground with his big wolf head resting on her bare lap. Willow's Own coloured hair clashed against his fur. She continued to stroke the werewolf easily, her hand moving by its self. Rubbing his ears gently, as her other hand let go of the giant paw from her chest awhile ago, joining its twin, in soothing comfort to the wolf. She stared down at the wolf and laughed slightly at his leisure of sleeping. She shook her head. "Silly wolf" she spoke in a soft teasing whisper as now he slept longer then she did. Yet she waited quietly for him to wake.

Slumber...

That was all that he was doing now and since he was sleeping he was unaware of the changes that had happened when he was awake. Sometime ago he had leaned against Willow and now due to him sleeping and him not knowing was he in her lap while he slept. The soft sound of the wind and the cool air seemed to be his thing due to him going into a deeper sleep. Dreams of traveling seemed to continue within his mind while he was asleep. It was hard to believe that he had not slept in a long time and now seeing him sleeping seemed to be a treasure within itself. A good long moment later did his eyes fully open and he saw that he was laying in her lap. A surprised look came to his features of a wolf and in honest truth he was afraid which was why he quickly got up and turned his wolf head away from Willow's view. It was hard to tell due to his features of a wolf but he was flustered with a rather gentle color of pink ghosting his cheeks.

Willow smiled down at wolf head but when blinked a few time not quiet suspecting him to jump up that quickly her hand fell into her lap almost lifeless in shock. Yet she quickly grasped her bearing and looked up at kithoras with a stunning smile. Yet obviously he didn't see it due to him looking away from her. A grown adored her soft features. "You okayn, kithoras?" She questioned tilting her head. She slightly missed the heat from his own fur. Yet she didn't feel the need to voice it. "You were sleeping beautifully before you awoke. What's wrong?" She grow concerned for him easily. Yet then she looked down to her lap..wait didn't she say she would look after him while he slept.? "Did.. I do something wrong?" She asked her final question looking into her lap sadly.

Flinching to her words...

Kithoras looked to her in his appearance of a wolf and he frowned as he brought himself closer to her and at the same time he was shy. "Nothing is wrong. Doesn't my appearance...bother you?", he asked this with his eyes looking to the side and his ears of a wolf went down in fear. His appearance he tried so hard to hide was being seen by Willow and from he could see she wasn't bothered by it which was why he asked if she was. Kithoras closed his eyes as fear came over him. "Please don't hate me for my appearance. I...adore your appearance.", snapping his eyes wide did he stand up and went still with his back to Willow.

What on earth was he doing! Willow will hate him for sure due to his stupid feelings!

Willow couldn't help but watch Kithoras stood there, she could imagen him as a real wolf, his tail between his legs asking if his appearance bother her. "Don't be silly." Those word came out of her soft lips, in a harsh manner it clashed greatly with her soft english voice. As if she was defending her self, being serious. She frowned deeply up to the male. Yet as soon as she said that a faint blush dust across her tanned checks and tucked her head down into her chest as he said he adored her appearance.
Willow didn't known what to do. Sure she's heard people talk about her looks, but never to her. She stayed silent while looking down into her lap.

Her words made his ears shake...

Glancing back to her and what she had said made him sigh some feeling some what better and then when he fully turned around did he see that she had blushed at his words. Softly lowering his head while softly rubbing the back of his furry head did he lightly chuckle some. "I'm sorry if that sounded weird?", a shy face that belonged to a shy man who now watches Willow and her reaction toward his words.

Willow sat silent for a few more seconds. She rose up, with her natural grace, she walks towards Kithora, she never once looked up to him. Her legs didn't take long to reach him they seemed to be in a hurry?
As some as she reaches him, she launched at him her hands wrapping around his waist, face nuzzled into his jacket, her naked form pressed against his clothed one. She was hugging him!
"You shouldn't adore beautiful creatures like a Nymph." She whispers softly to him. Her eyes were clenched closed and her hands grasping the back of his jacket in her hug.

Lowering his ears did Willow walk up to him...

Kithoras was then lost when Willow walked up to him and then hugged him. The look of being lost never left his face and as he looked to her did his features soften some. Willow spoke of not adoring creatures of her kind and he merely didn't say anything toward her when she said it. These feelings of his were due to his kind nature of wanting to know people. Willow accepted his form of a wolf and perhaps that was all he ever wanted and in truth it was. Softly he placed his paw like hand on Willow's head as he didn't say anything but pet her hair with his rather large paw hand.