<font color='#810541'>"so you go want to cuddle then" Yoh took of his shirt and followed suit and got under the covers. he then moved himself next to Rain and rolled to his side to face her and put his arm around her ginergly "soooooo?"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">As Yoh slipped beneath the covers Rain descended into his arms deftly. Eburnean femora closed her optics leniently upon various thoughts; auds swiveled slightly upon hearing the faint crack of a door -- the office aperture to be exact. Translucent anthropoid appendages folded around her lithe configuration once again, it was virtually reticent as usual but Rain could make out the ethereally footsteps of another- however she wasn't worried, most likely the individual was Maga. Bands of heliotrope chromatism twas clearly visible as the she 'dragon pulled her left pedicle from beneath the sheets and rested her cheek upon it. With an effervescent sigh, soprano orals reverberated from her larynx in speech- yet her colloquy was soft and somewhat faint. <b style=color:purple>"Yoh... Who is Naraku...?"[/b] The name "Naraku" somewhat reverberated within Rain's mentality- like she heard or knew of him from somewhere. Eburnean femme had alot of ties within the society, some bad and others purely innocent- she wasn't always what she seemed but her good nature usually masqueraded most of the vexations which surrounded her life. Though the branding did "ring a bell", the she 'dragon usually wasn't mistaken- but it was possible. Rain senses were abruptly sent into a disarray as Maga entered the room, she knew it was him- they shared an intricate spiritual relationship, where they could actually feel each other's emotions and presents. It was odd, but the little Qereniath was Rain's oldest companion, at least that was still /living/. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"he was a friend...before he tryed to kill me...what did you say earlier about having kids? Yoh got sat up and rested on his paw</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma"><b style=color:purple>"Naraku Yokai... Age 4 800... Master in dark sorcery and the elemental arts........ Why'd he try to kill you?"[/b] The first part of her colloquy was more like data from a government file; Rain was peculiar like that, she had a memory that literally remembered individual's faces, names, trades, age and so forth. Infact the she 'dragon could have hit it big as a spy, but she didn't like peering into others business... However, she often did it by accident- a real intriguing specimen of the pendragon species she was. Alabaster femme let the second half pass unanswered, it could have been the fact she wasn't willing to discuss anything about herself or she simply was too embarrassed to answer straight up. Femora cocked an eye brow at Maga as he leaped upon the bed and made himself visible- he had escaped but not to Rain's surprise. Maga snickered and perambulated between them before curling into a ball against Rain's peritoneum. Femora 'dragon kissed Maga's head lightly before stroking his obsidian pelt with her right pedicle; he was her little "sweetie". Her gaze momentarily levitated upon Yoh's but it soon fell; anthropoid appendages flickered idly, not out of an agitated nature however. The section of her arm that had the lavender fabric and needles entwisted upon it made it clearly evident that she hadn't taken it off for a few years if perhaps longer. Rain was a pretty defenseless pendragon when separated from her healing ability and poisons knowledge. Infact if femora had lacked those aptitudes she probably would have been dead eons ago. But that didn't matter... at least currently. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"the same reason everyone else does...you diddnt answer my question dear" he moved over to get closer to Rains side and kisee her before going back to resting on his paw</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Can thou say short? *crackles* Gets by alien forces with "big sticks" and "ultra powerful laser zapping curling irons* That was too much of a vague answer for Rain's analytical mentality- she could have tried reading his thoughts, but for a femme, she wasn't exceeding terrific in that... Her true strength lied in levitating objects, something which she was exorbitantly good at- it probably made up for her lack of physical strength. Rain habitually hurled the amphibological question right back, though she couldn't see herself doing it again for the third time in a row... Yoh probably suspected she was attempting to adumbrate something, though in all reality she wasn't. Auds flattened upon alabaster as she ruffled his hair with her right pedicle playfully- asymmetrical grin crinkled across her eburnean jowls again. <font color=purple>{Heh... Don't worry about it!}</font> Rain attempted to pick up Maga gently and move him to the foot of the bed- but she couldn't do so without him fussing and growling... Perhaps even taking out his jealousy upon Yoh again; in Maga's mentality, Rain was his and his only... They had been companions since he was a mere infant, thus he took Yoh's entire presents as him being "replaced". </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>"you really should get him a mate..." Yoh understood Maga becoming angry with him being replaced. Yoh then smile with pleasure from her blunt answer to his question "you really shouldn't give me ideas Rain" He then gracefully pulled them together and cover them up with the blanket. He then asked before giving her a long passionate kiss "so that was a yes to both questions then?"</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">I am so out of my head... I'm dizzy yet happy at the same time... Weeeeee.... o_X <font color=purple>{Maga understands English, Ramathian as well as his own native language... If you deem to say anything of him, telepath it to me rather than speaking it aloud... Heh... He's been my only companion for a while... At least since Josie's death... And I haven't seen other qereniaths in quite some time, years to be exact... Finding him a friend would be difficult...}</font> Rain's asymmetrical grin debilitated upon mentioning her best friend's name; she hadn't talked about him since his death, they were childhood companions with an eccentric yet close bond... That association bloomed into love and they later got married when she was merely an adolescent of 1 600 still in Ajita University. Josie died when she was 2 000 and with his death took a part of Rain -- her childhood invincibility and naive nature... She learned death, murder, pain, despair and trickery were all parts of the deviating society; the facade of innocence had fallen from the planet and Rain was introduced to the darker more sinister part of Ramath-Lehi. It was all the past however, bedimmed behind a masquerade of false rumors and twisted realities; the ones who knew of their relationship were already dead, so it never seeped out... Thus no one knew. Rain did have her regrets and wished she had at least on child with Josie before his death, to carry on his family name- all of whom were deceased. The past was the past however, and the enduring femora had conquered it all despite the laborious predicaments. She was who she was and nothing could change that as Rain had once quoted. Femora had become slightly uneasy with the mentioning of her late husband- all of whom Yoh knew nothing about which perhaps was for the better. There were amany things she didn't fully understand about him, certainly the she 'dragon in this situation was the monolithic "lie" -- but it was nothing... Or was it? No living individual knew who she really was; her true name; if she really was 3 600 years of age... Some of the more superstitious suspected she was an angel sent to the planet for higher purposes, to appease the gods and heal the needy. And there Yoh was, with an individual he thought he knew- but even Rain seemed to not fully understand herself... Her actions, endowment, her supervened aspiration. Of course it all could have been fabrications of the truth, mere tales of the elderly. She leaned into his arms which brought back tender memories that caused an elusive grin embrace her alabaster muzzle. Rain could have rolled her eyes at his second and third sentences than mocked him with various jocular commentary- she stayed reserved however, keeping her sheer amusement of the matters to herself. Even if she did joke around with him, it was nothing personal. She loved him and wouldn't try to hurt him emotionally or physically... Rain didn't respond to his second question, not that she didn't care; femora simply lacked the words to make up an answer. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>Yoh embrased her strongly and slowly traced his claw on her face softly and then through her hair {you alright Dear} from Yoh knowing how to work others emontions he could tell something was wrong {are you alright?}</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">My brain is perplexed. The whole world is spinning. o_O; I'm falling asleep, the effects of chocolate and late night writing. A deadly combination... *Michelle is currently dangerous and armed with a dictionary* My entire focus is being diverted toward the thread --- A r i d... So um... That's why this post is dunce. As equally good as Yoh was when it came to feeling another's emotions; Rain could shift her mood and melancholy expeditiously, with the still deviously playful grin she sonorously hurled aside her past. Though it remained astern within her mentality, but only a master of telepathy would be able to scrutinize her inner being and achieve. Eburnean femora knew for a fact without demur that Yoh had two trades -- fighting and seduction... Not telepathy, which took much imperturbability to learn; not that she doubted his capabilities, but that clearly wasn't his strong point. <font color=purple>{Yes, I'm quite fine. Relax hun... I'm feeling good... Honestly.}</font> Her telepath lacked a single modicum that she was slightly distressed; yet she wasn't actually crestfallen, just in ginger remembrance. She remained leaned back, her configuration against his- Maga had moved to the foot of the bed though with much reluctance. Heliotrope oculus closed exquisitely as her hair trickled down the side of her achromatic cheek; the amiable stroking of his claws upon her hair and face brought much solace to her soul. Rain was getting more comfortable and commodious around him, and took felicity in just being close. However, she didn't like him worrying over her -- femora didn't want any individuals stressing themselves... She always thought less of herself and more of the others- be it complete strangers or her few surviving friends. She was fine... If only he could see that. </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
<font color='#810541'>{I was just asking Rain to make sure} he rolled them over so she was on top resting on him and kissed her agian {want to do 'something'?} Yoh winked to get what he meant across to her</font>
<font color='#C0C0C0'><table width="320" style="border-bottom:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-top:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-left:1px #FFFFFF solid;border-right:1px #FFFFFF solid" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="3" align="center" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"><tr><td><p align="left"> <span style="font-size:10px;color:#000000;font-family:tahoma">Femora 'dragon let a soprano resonance laugh escape her lingual cavity through parted eburnean jowls. Anthropoid appendages composed of multitudinous chromaticity oscillated idly before plaiting and coalescing perpendicularly like an earthen butterfly's. The sheerly translucent appendage material was iridescent and scintillated reticently within the faint luminosity. Rain let him kiss her before matting his hair with her right pedicle in a playful gesture... <font color=purple>{Maybe sometime... Since your such a talented guy... You could teach me a few things in your... trade...?}</font> It was more of an inquiry than mere colloquy; she trickled her fingers up his chest before kissing him leniently. Rain's obsidian hair descended down her svelte shoulders and back, one could clearly espy that the tendrils flowed past her waist- the femora never cut her hair as eccentric as that was. With her left paw she rubbed the periphery of her neck idly before resting her crania upon his peritoneum in a loving manor; luxuriant plume laid inanimate along her thighs, twitching every once in a while. With an asymmetrical and delusive grin upon her jowls, Rain telepathed again in a somewhat jocular statement. <font color=purple>{Are you expecting me to say no? Heh...}</font> </span></left></tr></td></table><center></font>
