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Collette & Elki || My Beautiful Rescue

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Collette’s hands were in dark hair, at first smoothing them against Elki’s head as he kissed her with such a determination that the vampire almost felt as though she were being claimed. It made her feel lightheaded in the best possible way, knowing that Elki had forgiven her for if not then they would not have been fused together once more like their nights together previously had happened. It was an incredible feeling, like finally finding peace in a world that shunned everything that was different away to be disgarded as trash & never welcomed anything remotely obscure. & as Elki’s grip around a small waist only tightened to bring the girl closer to his stature Collette decided that Athoria could go on with their silly games of war & discrimination, but as long as lips as demanding yet romantic as his was grazing themselves against her own pale, then her life was complete.

Vampyric tendencies from earlier only arose at the taste of Elki & her hands were tugging at the dark strands in return. She wanted to be closer to him, wanted to trace the skin against his back with her nails & discover how incredible she knew he could make her feel with actions that went beyond lips being pressed together. Although the lust that generated from her pores naturally due to her species was inevitable, Collette knew that she had done a fine job at keeping that part of her tucked away in fear that she’d regret being with Elki in that way. 

There was no stopping her now. Collette was sure that if she wanted to have Elki right there on the ground underneath of the moon & with Gaia’s blessing, hopefully, then it wouldn’t really be up for debate. Her teeth bit at Elki’s lips, pulling him towards her with  urgency. Between gasps of breathes for air from the werewolf Collette would whisper heavily, “I’m not going anywhere, I promise,”

Fingertips pressed deeply into the sides of Elki’s neck as tongues danced against each other & small, raspy moans escaped from Collette’s throat all at the same time. The tension between the two opposing species only grew as the seconds passed, each kiss filled with more compassion & a yearning that Collette desperately wanted to act upon. 

Collette broke her lips against Elki’s own, opening her eyes to stare up into breathtaking auburn. She sighed, unable to control the smile that Elki had always been able to emit against her lips. The very first feeling she had ever experienced for the boy came rushing through her body like intricate waves, his eyes having been the very barrier that allowed Collette to accept his specie & put a grave amount of trust in him. She also remembered how silly she had acted, how proper & dignified at first, as if that would have impressed him. Compared to how she used to live in England & how she currently lived in Monir with the elders, Collette couldn’t & didn’t want to imagine her life as anythig but right now; wrapped in the embrace of the most gentle & loving creature she knew, standing underneath a moon that was so brilliant it seemed to illuminate just for them, & accepting that life within mother nature was where Collette wanted & needed to be. So long as Elki was by her side, always.

“I look horrible,” she expressed shyly, suddenly realizing in that second that her appearance would probably always be something she cherished. The fact that her normally golden blonde mane was in disarray & the red on her cheeks was nothing more than her own blood, Collette rubbed at her face in an attempt to make herself decent. Her body remained touching against Elki’s front & with his arms still around her form she felt safe & protected from anything that might have come their way undetected. She smoothed her hair & rubbed at the skin on her arms. How convenient that she had fallen in the mud on her escape from Elki only to be embarrassed by her stature some time later.

Blue eyes averted down her front, though lack of space between the two newly pronounced lovers prevented her from seeing most of the mess upon her attire. Collette’s hands rested on the front of a tanned & flawless sculpted bare chest, the warm skin contrasted against her own frigid yet the sensation was welcoming. Her eyes bounced back up to Elki’s chestnut ones, the urges of lust that consumed her body, although out of her control were very inspired now, incorporated her gaze.

“& my clothes are so dirty…”

[its-elki]

Collette was his heart, the very reason as to why it beat against his chest. Elki was beginning to wonder what had kept it going before they had met. He knew perchance they would not last; not in the harsh reality that their species were never supposed to get along as they were, at least - but he was willing to try. The day the pair would go their separate ways was the day he dreaded most, as he didn’t believe he could move on quite as easily as he had with his last significant other. He didn’t suppose Collette and himself would ever see each other ever again after that day, or perhaps they would should Gaia prove kind to her child despite the miniscule wrong doings he had preformed over the course of his existence. He had never done anything so horrid to mother Nature to deserve any type of emotional punishment that he had felt only minutes ago, and he could imagine it would have been far more consequential and painful should it have been prolonged.

It was an impending doom he knew for sure, inevitable, but Elki would do his best to preserve the one and only thing that kept him so happy for as long as he could.

“& my clothes are so dirty…”

His insides rived and roiled in a newfound desire to take this woman, to ravage her against the base of the tree in which his back had pressed against, so uncharacteristically it did not seem plausible. It was a familiar emotion he had felt over the course of their visitations each night they were able to meet, their superiors under strict impression that the pair of requited lovers had been doing just the opposite of accumulating with one another, yet escalated significantly. And it was here he decided he could kiss her forever; hold her close to him forever; if only he could. Kissing her was an unexplainable feeling - who would have thought fire and ice clashing against one another in such a situation, considering they were in fact opposites, would be so right? It did not seem logical to him, being so young and so naïve to this particular bearing, but he would not dare protest it.

By this time, the wolf within him had grown rather accustomed and fond of Collette’s presence, seeing as she was no longer considered a threat, and the growl that rumbled deep within the profundities of his chest was one of approval and lust rather disgust and indignation. The compulsion for dominance was one not only carried from his wolven side, but it was just a short few nights before the full moon hung above, and the Garou could just not help himself. He wanted to take her more than anything in that moment, as so the two could relieve those certain urges and tensions that had (quite literally on his part) swelled between them so long they had been together and, as it seemed, it was not only him who wished for this to occur.

Elki’s lips quieted her words just moments after she had spoken, hands constricting around her waist tighter than they had before in newfound desire, fingers grasping the fabric of her shirt and lifting it above her hips. The very tips of his fingers just barely brushed against her exposed flesh in a manner that could only be thought of as teasing, and he drew back just slightly, daring to open his eyes, but moving no farther than in a few inches away. “Even so, you still look beautiful,” he whispered against plush, ruby lips, “but I imagine you would be just as gorgeous without them.”

With this having been said, Elki submitted to the dominance of his wolf and pivoted the pair of them so Collette’s back was against the tree in which he was previously leaning against, apprehensive feelings resigned. His lips found her jaw line, trailed along her jugular, all the while gradually lifting her shirt to pull over her head, his hips pressed against her own. His lips moved against the skin of her neck, just below her earlobe, while he murmured; his tone low and husky, stifling a frustrated growl of infatuation.

“I want you, Collette.”

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Collette & Elki || My Beautiful Rescue

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Collette ran for some time, her pained vampyric body not even allowing the young girl to sprint at a supernatural pace. Instead she dragged her boots against the soil beneath her clumsily, pushing herself forward against a will that seemed to want nothing but to fall to the ground defeated. Her body felt heavy, limbs wanting to break away from tender flesh & decompose into mother nature. Perhaps then Collette would feel as though she had given something to this earth & that Gaiawould forgive her for the agony she could only imagine that Elki was currently feeling at that time. After everything they had been through until that moment, after the risks they had both taken to see each other, to feel for one another…Collette had thrown it all away.

Tears exploded from her eyes as Collette went on, loud sobs echoed through the trees & scared away any hiding critters. Her cheeks were stained pink to match the once whites of her eye, & if Collette had a beating heart residing in her chest she could have sworn that it was long shattered. Still, her steps became harder in her desperate attempt to leave Trinity Lakes. Her boots were caked with mud & her body was rejecting itself. How she wished to lay down, to close her eyes & mind away from the look in Elki’s eyes as Collette had said words to him that she did not even mean. 

Collette sank to her knees, muddying them instantly, & she sobbed incredibly. She consistently tried to convince herself that leaving Elki & never seeing him again was the right thing to do, the smart thing to do. If they were together, then one of them was being set up to face a permanent death regardless of how they felt for one another. Elki had to know that, right? He was smart & kind, handsome & assertive, perfect & caring…loving & dominate, & he had risked his place in the most powerful werewolf tribe for Collette. He had lied to his parents for her, taught her the ways of his people & of the wolven race in general. He taught her all about Gaia & how to respect the creatures of nature…he had shown her peace & affection. 

Collette’s chest hurt yet her sobs had quieted to those of simple sniffles as she stared at the grond beneath her, hands implanted into the mud in which she kneeled. Collette knew what love felt like; she had despised William at first but soon grew accustomed to his ways. He was also kind & generous, but not comparatively so. Being in a completely different environment than the one she was in now, Collette knew that she loved William based on what he had to offer her & when, whether that be riches or fine blood. England & the love she had for William was in her past; Athoria was her present. 

There was no comparison; Elki had proved to be everything Collette ever wanted without ever thinking about the material posessions she had left behind or having a home to live in or sporting enough coin to purchase whatever it was that she needed at that direct moment. With Elki, everything was how it was supposed to be, for he was the one that made Collette feel her most prominent by simply looking at her with radiating chestnut eyes & helping to discover a more naturalist side to her. His presence alone made her nights worth while & who he was deemed to be the most innocent & pure of them all. He made her insides dance in excitement & arousal, he created a light inside her undead soul that wanted to guide her down a path of exporation so long as they were together as one. Elki loved her & only her…

What am I doing…

With the sudden & harsh realization that Collette could have potentially threw the best thing that had ever happened to her away without a second chance at getting him back, Collette stood abruptly & turned in the opposite direction. Determination replaced that feeling of guilt & remorse in her body & her legs sprinted as fast as her vampyric speed allowed her to, this time without interruption or debate. The trees & brush blurred besides her as she pushed on, the cold air chilling already red & frigid cheeks. 

The clearing in which the two supernaturals had previously occupied was in view & Collette slowed down to a steady jog, praying to Elki’s mother for him to still be where she had left him. As she pushed back a few branches from the brush surrounding the area, Collette’s chest dropped in both relief & anticipation at the sight if Elki remaining where he was.

She imagined she looked a mess, blonde hair in disarray & cheeks stained pink from bloody tears that had seeped immensely from her eyes, muddied pants & pale lips. Yet Collette did not care, did not dare to question his feelings for her any longer or tell him that he had no right to feel that way. Her hands went to her chest over the place where her dead heart lay unbeating & she rushed for him desperately, tears building up in her eyes once more. She shook her head, dirty blonde curls brushing against bare shoulders. 

“I’m sorry. Elki I’m so, so sorry…” 

& when she reached the boy she placed both hands on his tan cheeks, pulling their foreheads to rest against one another. She breathed, “I love you too,”

[its-elki]

The boisterous snarl previously elicited died down within the profundities of his chest, and his knuckles slid against the chipped bark, cascading to his side once more. His torso heaved in his wolfish temper, his heart pulsating at a rate that seemed far too abnormal to be healthy, and he pivoted on his heels only as to lean against the tree he had punched just moments ago, to catch his breath. He tilted his head back so the crown pressed against the topiary’s exterior and squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing a growing lump in his throat that threatened him to the best of his ability. All was silent, and the Garou heard nothing but the blood pounding within his ears as well as echoed screams of disdain from the vampire whom had run away from him, from them.

Moments passed, and even still Elki’s eyes did not open for quite some time. Try as he might, he just could not simply make sense of the entire situation. He had not experienced such heartbreak as she claimed she has, such a distasteful feeling indeed, and he wished he hadn’t been so foolish to get involved in something the pair of them had known all along would never work. They were too blinded in their ever growing attraction for one another, not only appealing greatly to their partners physical being, but the attraction to the persona the other had carried. Or maybe now it had only been Elki struggling beneath the spell, and he was nothing but a pleasure puppet in her cynical show all this time, because simply being in his presence was taking audacity to an entire new level. But for so long? It was highly doubted that she would stick around after weeks of training to be one with Gaia, with the simplest of kisses here and there, for meager entertainment.

Perhaps that was just him making excuses as so he didn’t have to believe any of that to be true.

Elki dared to open his eyes again, to face the brutal reality imprinted upon this very clearing. He scanned it, scrutinized every nook and cranny as though a familiar face would show once again. From the curved arch of the trees, how in this particular spot they had evolved, lined adjacent to one enough in a circular formation, and how the flowers within the grass and the surrounding brush of the Hallowed Oak had dimmed for the fall, yet somehow always remained dark even under Mother Moon’s illuminating radiation. He turned his head with a heavy exhale, a light intonation to break the overwhelming silence swelling about the clearing, and appointed his attentions to the direction in which he knew his pack celebrated miles away. It would be a long trek home, albeit even then Elki doubted he could lighten his mood considerably to properly attend the orientation he had missed.

His father would not have that, no matter how stoic he claimed to be. He supposed he had developed his tenacious habits from following studiously in his father’s footsteps as a competent heir should.

She came back then, just as all hope she would reconsider began to wither.

Collette’s pale complexioned cheekbones were tainted a delicate crimson, trickles of blood trailing from her tear-ducts, and her hair; frazzled and tangled in such a clutter it should have surprised him. She may have believed she seemed to look like the very definition of chaos without voicing it, but even after she had tugged ruthlessly at his heartstrings just moments prior to her reappearance, Elki never believed he had seen her more beautiful. More real. The vampire before him acted was as though ill in desperation, hysterical before his very eyes, and he wished to be furious. How could she say, scream, such horrid things to his face and run off crying? It should have been him begging and pleading on the floor upon his knees, irises encompassed in tears he would have refused to release. It should not have been her running back and sobbing over what she had said.

Maybe, the more logical part of Elki reprimanded, maybe she had hurt herself when she had shouted at him.

“I’d thought I lost you.” He whispered as she caressed his cheeks, delicate thumbs brushing against his masculine jawline, and muttered words that sounded very much like a sincere apology for all the words she had accusingly thrown at him. As if on impulse, Elki curled his arm around her waist and drew her closer to him, other hand settled upon her hip; it had only been a short few moments since he had last protectively, or rather - possessively -, held her in his arms and he’d done so many times over the course of the few weeks they had come across one another, yet still it had felt as if he never had before. His stomach rived in his apprehension, as though she would slip from his fingers again if he had made the wrong move.

And so with their foreheads pressed together, Elki droned just eleven more syllables (“I don’t think you know how much that means to me,), before closing the space in between and pressing his lips to hers, like he hadn’t seen her in years. He pulled her close with a proceeded dominance, and in spite of this newfound command the kiss remained idyllic.

No, Elki would not let her leave him again.

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Collette & Elki || My Beautiful Rescue

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At first, Collette’s vampire could only welcome Elki’s lips pressed firmly against her own once more. The contagiousness that came along with the way Elki buried his hands in delicate strands of blonde & how he kissed her with such a gentleness that was interlaced with slight dominance (surly a trait from his inner wolf) was more than erotic to both Collette’s vampyric urges & her very own. Yet even though the majority of her felt entirely comfortable locking lips with a wolf in the middle of his sacred land & knowing that it wouldn’t be too much longer until other incidences made their appearence before the fused couple, Collette finally let the reality of the situation settle in.

With her eyes snapping open & lips prying harshly away from Elki’s in a heartbeat, Collette leaned back from the wolf below her. Her face changed from that of playful & giddy to that of confusion & anger within seconds. “Wait, you what?” Collette’s eyes, although still holding a brightness that she would never cease to rid of, glared down at Elki, a look of disgust resting upon once delicate features. 

“You-you can’t. What is wrong with you?”

The atmosphere between the two opposing creatures shifted almost instantly. Collette pushed herself from the ground with a decent amount of diligence, stepping away from Elki who rested still against the floor of the forest. His face expressed something that Collette’s mind could not even fathom at that moment. She brushed at her attire angrily, ridding the material of debris.

“Why did you have to ruin this?!” she said desperately down to him, her voice hinting at that same authoritative tone she had used with him the first night they had met. “Everything was okay! Everything was fine!”

Collette covered her face with her hands & groaned loudly into her palms. Every part of her was frustrated. A million things raced through a young mind at one time; thoughts of William & how he, too, had loved her & casted her away as if she as nothing. She thought of the elders back home who would soon be more than suspicious of the young queen & where she was sneaking off to at night, & eventually she would not be able to hide it much longer. She thought of Elki’s tribe & the things they would do to her if they ever found out themselves…

“I don’t love you! I never will!” Collette felt herself lying yet her words spit like venom from her lips regardless. The complete & utter lust she had felt for the boy moments prior had vanished & was replaced by that of pure anger. Normally Collette could mask her anger easily, with a snide comment or sarcastic comeback, but in the situation with Elki, there were no such things. Her skin seemed to tingle, burn almost, & her eyes bore menacingly into those chestnut irises that Collette swore she could have fallen in love with, if only given the right circumstance.

“Everyone I love leaves me,” she spat at him, the backs of her eyes becoming damp with crimson. “& you will too. Did you think we could do this forever? Hide from your parents? From your pack? Lay amongst the grass & pretend that the world did not exist? I will not succomb myself to watching you walk away from me in the end,”

Without so much as another glance, Collette spun on her heel, turning her back to Elki completely & running off into woods. 

[its-elki]

Truthfully, Elki did not know which was worse; the fact that he had gotten his heart verbally ripped from his chest, or the pain that elicited from it.

It was as though the moment she had tore away from him, scandalized at the words that had regretfully poured from his tongue, she had dug her fingernails into the tender flesh of his torso and gripped his ever pulsating heart within her hands. He imagined in that very moment, that she had maltreated it with prior nails, cleaving the seams of his arteries and mercilessly plucking at them, making the juncture all the more painful. It was near suffocating, just as the love he had felt for her regardless of her accusations and ruthless laments jarringly thrown at him.

While she paced before him, Elki had almost raised his hand to place it where the beating organ lay within him in speculation to see if it was still indeed there, for it had felt cruelly empty and cold. But he figured it childish, for Gaia would not have left him breathing without the most pivotal implement unless he was, as the scorned woman before him, a creature of the night.

And so much as he tried, the hurt that had etched upon his assertion could not be masked by that of fury or bewilderment, showcasing the very emotion that he had attempted to hide so many times over the course of his entire lifespan.

Elki remained still and silent for a very long time. He had long ago risen his physique from the pasture beneath, yet stood soundlessly within the background as Collette displayed her conspicuous indignation. The young Garou could hardly fathom the cold words emitting from her lips, rendering him speechless and simply staring; each phrase of indifference muttered from the vampire pacing before him carefully calculated and processed within his mind, yet striking him thoughtless and unable to come up with something to say in response. Elki had rarely stuttered - each word he had ever spoke came smoothly and without difficulty, though in infrequent moments he would occasionally jumble up whatever he was attempting to divulge.

“I don’t love you! I never will!”

He thrived to speak, to muster something in response to the cruel consultations that echoed within the depths of his ever thinking mind. It made a mockery of him, and even as she ran did he still hear them as clear as day, as though she was positioned right in front of his face. It was a very similar feeling to when it had been announced by his father that a fellow Elder werewolf had passed away, never quite leaving his ingenuity, though so much worse.

Left desolated amidst the twilight, for Collette had sprinted from view, the Garou glared down at the soil before firmly pressing the heels of his palms to his eyes, a feeble attempt to clear the image of the beauty that had deserted him within the clearing from his mind. His inability to do so left him furious with himself, spieling silent and unspoken words of hatred toward his foolish actions to his torn mind.He lunged forth unexpectedly, a feral growl leaving his lips as he struck out with a clenched fist to the nearest tree. His knuckles chipped the bark, clipping tender skin, albeit he could not find it within himself to care for his own physical being. Nor could he find it in himself to care that he had assaulted a creation of Mother Nature in result to his own action of cowardice. Elki had made many mistakes in his past; but perhaps becoming involved with her was the worst one yet.

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Collette & Elki || My Beautiful Rescue

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Collette had been given many things in her life thus far; houses, horses, the finest wines, innocent blood to feast upon, & jewels from her late husband that would have made any Queen in all of Europe snicker with jealousy. She was ravished with intricate laces & fabrics & had only the best musicians play for her at command. A mortal life, even before being turned into a vampire by William, was one to be missed. Collette had only simply pointed to something she desired or sported a pouted bottom lip to him & whatever she dreamed of would be hers. Materialistic with no sentimental value was the brunt of her objects. But in a way, it was all she had; for Collette’s parents had long been deceased after her marriage with William & it was too heartbreaking to graze fingers against anything they had left behind. No memories to remember them by, & Collette filled a small void within her with the unimportant treasures she was able to to afford.

But this, this was something different. A common ground when it came to Elki.

Her eyes wandered around the dark leather band & her fingertips grazed the hand-carved bow & arrow.”You made this for me?” eyes averted back to Elki’s, & the auburn gaze that stared back up at her was enough to break her heart. His eyes were so big, full of life that he had been so graciously willing to share with her & encompassed with a tenderness that seemed impossible for anyone to acquire. Brown hair fell on the ground around his head, feathering around his features in more flawless ways than Collette could count. He was so handsome, so incredibly handsome that the ravish part of Collette’s inner vampire & urges of impeccably young lust had to be tucked far away before she saw him. Especially when he was looking at her like that.

“It’s amazing, thank you,” Collette’s smile grew to a ridiculous size, & with delicate fingers plucked the bracelt from Elkis own & wrapped the band around her wrist. “No one has ever made anything for me. I mean, people used to make things for me all the time but…”

Collette spun the garment around her pale skin, the leather band tickled against her flesh. A somewhat solemn & distant look errupted in light blue eyes as she watched the band. With her hands against Elki’s chest she felt his heart once more, & when she focused enough she could hear the way it pumped the wolven blood inside his body through his veins, blood that was more than essential for him to live. Even still, the temptation to have just the tiniest bit of a taste was not driven by any type of hunger or need for domination. Collette found herself curious, she imagined it would be erotic. Perhaps he would even like it…

“This means more to mean than you could ever imagine,” Collette bit at her lip for just a second, eyes flickering to Elki’s again & regaining that prominant glow that sometimes he constantly reminded her that she held. She smiled & pushed herself up once more, & instead of placing plush lips against the skin on his forehead she planted them swiftly against his own. Letting them linger together for perhaps a few seconds longer than Collette would allow herself to before, that familiar spark that invited itself to engulf her senses regarded them uselessly & against her own will. She pulled back only slightly. 

Collette’s lips hovered gently over his, the want to envelope the boy in a complete trance like state that they had shared weeks ago in the lake upon first meeting was desirable. To press against him in more than a friendly way, to scratch along tanned skin until it bled, to whisper each others desires to one another with a promise to fulfill them, to sink one inch incisors deep into the hallow of his neck, suck at the wounds until he collapsed to the ground in defeat…

She felt a subtle & simple change in her body, it tingled just barely & her fangs seemed to desperately want to extract on their own doing. Her nails pressed against Elki’s shoulder, & she closed eyelids to engulf her into a familiar darkness & perhaps calm the urge to not only rip Elki’s flesh from his neck, but to not give into the incredible amount of young vampyric lust she was currently experimenting from him being so ungodly close to her. 

[its-elki]

Forgery was not a common ground with Elki.

Surely, with what he had matriculated with the warriors of his tribe, the young Garou had acquired the skills to make weaponry appropriately for two-legged hunting and battle when necessary - but jewelry was beyond him. Like the feathers of a raven, the cleansed hide of a fox and many other trinkets, ornaments such like he had made for Collette, were costly. Many women and young girls stuck to that profession, despite their similar animalistic nature as the men; so it was a bewilderment as to how Elki had managed to perfect it like he had. “Now we’re even,” he murmured, the corners of his lips tugging upward into a grin as he returned the provided kiss. “That bracelet in return for the wonderful headband of pink flowers.” He teased playfully, shaking his head.

Collette shifted then, atop his own self as she was prior when he had brought them both to the ground. Elki’s arms coiled around her slim physique comfortably, as though he had done this a thousand times over before, pressing her front to his tightly. The space between them decreased immediately, hardly noticeable despite the slivers of intervals that had managed to materialize between them. Her breath chilled his flesh, the closeness of her body sent involuntary shivers along his neck and spine, very much in relation to their first night together in the lakes not far from where the two were currently laying.

Beryl irises bore into chestnut, and Elki momentarily forgot how to breathe. He’d reminded himself over and over again not to get lost in those eyes, and each time he would fail to do so. It was impossible to break such an intense glance, with the way the orbs glimmered, reflected from Amahan Iduth.

“I love you.” A breathy whisper against her captured lips, amongst the gentle breeze of the evening and a singular heartbeat. It slipped, it really did; Elki had not meant for it to leave his conscience until he was sure Collette had felt the same. Yet here she was rested upon his front, coquettish in her actions whilst he expressed words the held a meaning far more than any other he had spoken to her in the past. When he hadn’t put much thought to it, as she certainly wasn’t the only one whom wished to experiment their relationship further, a part of Elki didn’t seem to mind. The more rational and logical sense however, compared what the pair of them had to the relationships of the Elder’s in his pack and those his own age.

Truthfully, if Elki were to be honest with himself he’d admit (and not begrudgingly) that he was head over heels for Collette. He would relish upon the memories they shared whilst she slumbered during the daylight, returning to the conventional routine that came with being the heir of his kindred. Elki had a great future ahead of him when it came that time, though none were aware of when that period of time would be precisely, and he was wasting the spiels provided to him by his Elders, his mother and his father with his head in the clouds. However, his devotion to Gaia was not lost. While retreating from the nightly meets between he and Collette over the week just as the sun begun to rise, he would trek the familiar route to Caern, mutter words in the First Tongue of blessings among his people, himself, and in return for his utmost appreciation for the life and nature she provided she would grant them a blanket of security…and all the secrets underneath.

Gently, he tucked a soft tendril of delicate blonde hair behind her ear, cupping her cheek and bringing his lips once again to her own.

[its-elki]

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Collette & Elki || My Beautiful Rescue

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Strings of blonde ringlets fell against the bare chest of the boy below her. The grass tickled the sides of Elki’s dark hair, his auburn eyes shone brightly up at her own. The smile that elicited from still pale lips was unavoidable, & the laugh that followed their fall continued on even as the two laid against mother earths surface. She couldn’t help it; Elki brought out the most playful side of her she had ever imagined having. Even as a child & being sworn into a the higher society the girl was barely able to dance or skip around, let alone lay carelessly in the grass unless she had a desperate wish of being scolded. With Elki, she had no fear of a mother or father punishing her for running around in the forest, no elder to shun her away from experimenting life with another species, & especially no husband to simply show her off like a prize.

With Elki, everything was different.

Collette had taken her hunts & previous attempts at learning about the one he called Gaia quite seriously, but never left his company for the morning without having a race around the Lakes or performing a fun prank. & so, with this wolf, this man, sprawled underneath of her, toned flesh pressed against her own, Collette could only smile.

“Perhaps if you were not tracking me the entire time I would have been able to find us something decent, sir,” she expressed sarcastically, hair tickling his shoulders as she propped herself against Elki’s chest. Collette could feel his heart vibrating through her skin, the thump was steady & held a particular rhythm to it that she enjoyed greatly. It was a constant expression of the life he held deep within him, of the amazing & otherwise fragile soul that streamed through his veins like a river. Perhaps at one time Collette would have been jealous of not being able to elicit a heartbeat to remind her own self of the life she was still capable of living, yet laying in the grass in the middle of the forest with Elki was proof enough that Collette was experimenting something wonderful, & unforgettable. 

Casually the vampire played with the ends of Elki’s hair, twirling them around her slender fingers & watching as they unravelled themselves to fall back into place. She wondered how the pair had truly managed weeks together in solitude, with both races keen on knowing where the two young supernaturals were & what they were up to at all times, it was a wonder why they had not been caught. Collette had become increasingly good at producing white lies to her elders as to not emit the smell of her actual lie to them, & if they were prodding around too much about her disappearances, which had to occur at least once maybe twice a week, the girl would throw a fit & close off her mind to curious friends. The rolling of eyes & waving of hands in a ‘shooing’ motion were slowly becoming a commonplace amongst her home with her elders. It should have concerned a young future queen; instead it drove her fuel to do as she wished whenever she pleased, & Collette did just that.

Besides, at that point & time, with the intense growth in relationship between the wolf & the vampire & the increase of certain tensions between them, Collette wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Collette pressed her lips against Elki’s forehead, inhaling his scent as she did so & sighing. “Thank you,” she said to him & then shifted herself to lay her head in the crook of his neck. His skin was soft & she could only breathe him in once more. “You need to stop smelling so good,”

[its-elki]

Elki decided then that he was lucky. Blessed, perhaps by the mother of nature herself, with the prosperous life that he acquired, how Gaia held him in her favor. Albeit certain predicaments have proved to be adverse in the past, the present and future seemed very fruitful so long Collette remained affiliated within his life. Without her, his heart would beat for nothing, if not just for himself.

Their time spent together was invariably hindered, yet the pair made sure to make the most of it. Not a second was wasted nor regretted, and as the nights had passed they assimilated into nothing but swelling memories. Any repercussions of their actions upon his behalf were worth it, whether draconian or lenitive, but tonight Elki could not quite place this newfound discernment. It was as if he was afraid to awaken something within him or her this evening that would, in the end, overthrow the augmenting relationship that had been kept between them. Collette’s voice, admirable and delighted in her tone broke him from his momentary reverie, and he forced himself to push all pessimistic thoughts to the back of his mind. But even still it felt as if a sleeping beast lay only drowsing upon him, constricting him so tightly to the ground that it was made difficult to breathe.

Collette’s display of childlike nature as shown before never ceased his amusement, always capturing any traces of mirth amid himself introspectively with porcelain fingers and tugging his lips into an unmistakable smile - even with the cynical indulgent circumstances that plagued him. Others who may have disagreed with the rapturous and presumably ingenuous perspective of life she had grappled, held obscurities wrapped tightly around themselves as a blanket of protection, harboring them from the dangers and vulnerabilities innocence could compass. Elki knew she was not as innocent as she gave off during playful times as such. He knew that, like himself, she had been exposed to such enormities and enclosed no righteous traits unlike she might have before becoming a vampire. Her mortal life had been obscured from him of course, but he imagined his assumptions to be true. But he liked to believe that he could just as easily protect her from any impending danger just as easily as he could hold her in his arms, though future endeavors may have obstacles standing guarded in their way.

At her sarcastic tone, Elki could not help but smirk. “Next time I’ll be sure to stay behind then. You nearly did kill me, after all.” The Garou joked, maneuvering himself as so the duo could lay comfortably upon the terrain in an entanglement of limbs, and clothing.

“What are you thanking me for?” He asked then, vocalization fairing no higher than that of a soft whisper, fingers gently combing through the golden locks of her hair as she lay beside him. Though he desired warmth, Collette’s frigid skin was just as well off. It contrasted against his own skin near perfectly, materializing feverish temperatures to course between the unorthodox pair. Elki pressed a delicate kiss to her temple, chestnut irises “And you need to stop being so beautiful, it distracts me. But there’s just somethings things we have to deal with.” A short chuckle vibrated within his chest and a grin found his lips. “Oh, I..have something for you.” He momentarily hesitated, fierce claws of trepidation grasping his heart strings, tugging them in multiple, and unfathomable directions. Up until this moment, the young Garou had the confidence of a million men in his gift, yet now he couldn’t be too sure.

Refraining from sitting up and keeping in their position upon the ground, Elki dug his hand into the pocket of his deerskin trousers with limited fidgeting.  “I’ve been working on it for sometime now, but it’s alright if you don’t like it.” He said sheepishly as he brought his hand up, forearm resting against his torso, and from his fingers a handcrafted bracelet dangled.

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Collette & Elki || My Beautiful Rescue

Collette stood peacefully in the center of Hallowed Oak, boots planted loosly against the soft soil, arms hanging by her sides, sapphire irises closed against the pitch black night. Her honey blonde strands rested in waves against her shoulders, a thin brown leather band circled the circumference of her head, locking the mane in place. A worn bow was gripped in slender fingers of her right hand & a handmade intricate arrow was in the other. A gentle breeze swayed the tips of her loose hair against her cheeks, wrapping them around the upper half of her frame in steady motions.

Her senses were alert. Instead of strained ears Collette allowed them to simply remain open & natural, taking in the faint whisper of padded footsteps of nearby squirrels or the fluttering of the wings of insects looming about. The intake of breathe through her nostrils was also relaxed, yet keen in determining the scents of that around her; an owl above her searching the night for dinner & Elki who hid somewhere in the brush surrounding her.

A small & coy smile emerged from her plush lips at the smell of his distinct fragrance. She had been back to Trinity Lakes, traveling still from Monir City, a handful of nights over the weeks to see the boy as promised. Elki had begun their training in a professional manner, teaching her the basic things he had come to learn about life in the forest at first. & although his preaching about different plant life & animal tracks were entertaining, Collette wished to experiment with the interesting bow he had presented to her upon their first meeting. Hunting was something Collette never had to face in her life in England & thus far in Athoria. She knew that with the senses of her specie her hunts could be executed with her bare hands & sharp insisors, with swift feet & aggressive strength, yet she yearned for the power that emitted from such a weapon he posessed. 

Tonight, Elki had allowed Collette to use his bow, a masterful item in which she could tell held grave sentimental value to him. It felt odd at first, carrying a weapon that was used by a specie that had been so engraved in her mind as devilish. Yet Collette adjusted to it fairly well, the wood of the bow seemed to mesh with her perfectly, & when she had pulled back the string with the arrow latched securly in it for the first time, she had imploded her target dead on. A natural bowman, & Collette was proud.

Elki had sent her off to bring him back an animal for the night, a feast in which they both could enjoy. However, with enhanced senses Collette could smell him nearby, perhaps watching her for critique or amusement. It made her giddy, & small butterflies wrapped themselves around her stomach in a sincere way as she remembered the handful of interlocking lips they sometimes shared still since their more heated moment in the lake.

In a swift motion Collette raised the elder bow of his, placing the arrow diligently within its string & pivoted on her feet, aiming the arrow at a batch of trees behind her. The arrow released from its hold, flashing through the air with delicate speed & struck the trunk of a large tree, the stone of the arrowhead lodging itself deep within its smooth bark.

“I know you’re there!” she yelled playfully to him, knowing that the arrow rested close to Elki’s hidden form. Collette’s small laugh drifted through the thin air of the Hallowed Oak, echoing off of the branches & fading into the sky.

[its-elki]

Amahan Iduth was suspended high within the horizon, molded perfectly in a crescent formation and radiating rays of illuminating light upon those beneath her. The stars were plentiful, contorted in various patterns (if one could truly call it that) with a faint glow and neighboring the moon that many creatures, especially night-walkers, called their ‘mother’. Elki preferred daylight himself, yet the twilight never failed to captivate him with it’s beauty, it’s peacefulness. Where in the light the Sheep and animals lurked, became rambunctious as the hours passed, the dusk staid calm and provided a serenity that any would admire. And, if it was anything to add, he had discovered he couldn’t imagine seeing Collette in anything other than the late evening. Seeing her in the morrow did not place right, and the moon’s lambency seemed to shine just for her and her alone.

Their meetings have commenced over the few weeks, and had all gone and ended swimmingly and did not prove to be an arduous task. Obscuring his whereabouts with his pack was, at first, difficult - but he had not failed in making an excuse to see the vampire that was believable. At first his mother had been skeptical when he had subtly told her he wished to hunt in solitude, or take a walk to clear his mind; of course this was expected. A mother was supposed to worry when it came to her children, and Elki did not expect anything different. But tonight, he was blowing off an extremely essential orientation for a new pack member that had been blessed into the group to see Collette, by sneaking away entirely. For the son of the Alpha to not show up was unheard of and he knew he’d get an earful from his father later on. But to see the woman he had grown to care for, the woman that made his heart pulse in mirth…it was entirely worth the consequence he would deal with later.

Maybe a week ago he wouldn’t have the same opinion. He would have told Collette that they would meet at another time and attend the blessing as he should. But lately, Elki had an entirely new perspective on things.

Crouched deep within the brush, the young Garou studied the woman in question from the distance as she stood, the bow and arrow that had been passed to him from his father held tightly within her hands. It took a great deal of convincing for him to finally allow her to work with it, all things considered, and Elki was a bit nervous. He trusted her enough that she would not damage it, or use it against him, but getting rid of the scent was something he had not quite yet thought of. He followed her movements as quietly as he was able to, bright amber irises of his wolf in a quarter transformation sharp and keen, enabling him to take in the surroundings about the pair of them without losing his focus upon her. Her stature radiated a confidence that made him grin, and she seemed to know what she was doing under his instruction.

Elki had sent her to gather a feast for the pair of them; something she could drink from and something he could eat. He held enough complacence in her to believe she would get the task done without any issues; Vampires held enhanced senses just as werewolves had, and he had confidence that she could shoot an arrow with a bewildering accuracy. And he looked forward to seeing her in action. If she looked attractive just standing there with a bow in her hand, he didn’t doubt she would appear twice as appealing shooting for, or chasing after another mammal. That was only partially the reason why he had decided to follow her so deep within the depths of the topiary.

Sitting back against the base of a tree trunk some length away from Collette, Elki folded his arms along his bare torso and grinned in amusement. Wolven ears easily picked up the intonations of the wildlife around them, the miniscule thump of their hearts in the distance. He could quite easily see she was concentrating. It was only when she raised his bow had his smirk fell, as the arrowhead was directly pointed in his direction. He remained as he was however, having full confidence in himself that he would be able to stop the arrow before it had even hit him and if not, that he would fling himself out of the way in time to avoid being killed. What did she think she was doing? Had she known he was here, or had she mistaken him for an animal? Elki wouldn’t have been surprised, yet his scent would have surely let her know he was hanging about.

In less than a fraction of a second the arrow was released, breaking through the warmth of the air and piercing itself directly into the tree trunk - just narrowly missing his face. For a second Elki froze, eyes wide, before he turned to stare at the opposing object that could have very well ended his life. He could hear her giggling however, and instantly realized this is what she had been doing all along. He gripped the body of the arrow and yanked it from it’s position, hauling himself to his feet. A crooked smirk grew upon his handsome features as he lurked within the bushes as silently as he could, easily camouflaged by the pigmentation of his clothing and olive skin, giving no indication of where he was. Elki released a playful growl, one inhumane yet light with his good intentions, and before he knew it he had launched himself at the unsuspecting vampire, constricting his arms around her waist and bringing them both to the ground, only twisting so he would break the fall.

Grinning up at her, he said, “I don’t think I’m the one you should be hunting, m’lady.”