Scambo 09-14-2008 12:10 PM<br/>Jack sneezed when he heard the two wolves come through and speak briefly before leaving again. He felt a cold coming on and wished he had left the leather jacket at home and grabbed a hoody or something. He frowned at her request.<br/><br/>"I dunno. I know can trust you and whoever you trust, but I think that the less people that know about it the better, that way I remain invisible but within reach and if I stay out of sight long enough, chances are your pack will think I got killed or moved on." He sighed before adding in a somber tone:<br/><br/>"I'm sorry that you had to stick your neck out and risk your place for my sorry ass. I really am." He looked into the luminescent gold orbs of her eyes before starting towards his safehouse. After a time, a clearing with a small lake came into view and he stopped. Rolling down the right sleeve of his jacket, Jack saw the silver arrow tattoo that reached from his elbow to the back of his hand glowing in the dim light of the forest. In hushed tones he spoke a rote and the arrowhead glowed fiercely, pointing towards the safehouse. He walked over and cast about, moving leaves and moss, searching. Finally, a marble block with an arrow carved unto peered up at him, apparently untouched by the ages. Speaking another rote, his tattoo flared again and he pressed it into the indentation on the stone. A barely audible 'click' echoed out, and the waters of the lake began churning as a doorway connected to a dimly lit corridor rose and set itself on the shore. He made a sweeping gesture with his left hand and said:<br/>"And that, is why you couldn't find it."<br/><br/>Ladypuppet 09-14-2008 02:24 PM<br/>*Cutra walked into the hall of the five mages. Her eyes slowly looked around the room. She saw that she was the frist to arrive out of the five. Cutra knew that she maybe the only one out of the five to show. Since the last time that the mage's had meet there had been no contact between them. Walking forward her tail slowly moved across the long mage council desk. Shivvering softly she moved her hand up and tsked at the desk. At the end of both sides there were stairs leading to the chairs. Each labeled for each mage. Her moves were almost as a gluide as she moved up the stairs and over to her chair leaning on the back of it she looked out.*<br/>(Forgotten i hope that is okay. For now.)<br/><br/>eferhilda 09-14-2008 09:54 PM<br/>Shey heard him sneeze and was reminded about the frailty of being just human, she would never get sick or even age like a normal human. She would remain strong for years and years, until most humans that she knew were long gone. Though she did wish she could offer him something to help with the chill of the weather, but all she had was her jean jacket and it was bounded to her body so she would not being giving it up anytime soon. Besides that she doubted that it would be much help against the cold nights here in the forests. Looking back into his eyes she shrugs, "Your ass is no more sorry then my own at times."<br/><br/>Following him into the clearing she waited as she watched him follow the glowing tattoo on his arm, the hair on the back of her neck tingling from the sensation of magic. Watching with curiosity as he moved around some of he leaves and foliage until he found a marble slab. He spoke another phrase and then pressed his glowing tattoo against the rock, her sensitive ears picking up the clicking noise as the waters from the lake began to churn and a pathway of sorts rose from the water.<br/><br/>He made a sweeping gesture with his left hand and said:<br/>"And that, is why you couldn't find it."<br/><br/>Walking up to him with her hands on her hips she smiles before giving a low whistle, "Well I knew it had to be something special for me to not have found it." she says looking down the corridor at the door. "I guess you are as safe as you will ever be out here in this place then if you were in my den sleeping beside me." saying this without thinking.<br/><br/>Scambo 09-15-2008 08:56 PM<br/>Jack heard her comment and unconsciously moved closer to her, standing only inches apart.<br/><br/>"Well, we'd have to see about that now wouldn't we?" The words had come out in a rush and modesty told him to step back but he found that he could not. From where he stood he could smell her, a heavy scent laden with the earthen smell of the forest and all that stood within. Her presence intoxicated him, and from the dim light still projecting off of his tattoo he saw a stray strand of dark hair marring her otherwise flawless features. Reaching up slowly, he brushed it aside but let his hand linger. The night's cold had been dispelled by a sudden rush of heat followed by the powerful thudding of his racing heart. His breath came in short fluttering gasps and he felt fire racing through his body. His mind raced with questions and inhibitions, but he ignored them all, trapped in the heat of passion. Silently, overlapped by the demands and desires of the body, his mind absently wondered just what he was getting into. But it was droned out by the thunderous roar of his pounding chest and by the realization that deep down, he knew that if he stopped now, if he hesitated in the slightest, he would lose her and forever be cursed to wonder what if? If it was not meant to be, than he could live knowing he had done all he could, and what more could he ask of himself? The question was lost to him as he found himself frozen, terrified and filled with a strange elation he had never known before at the same time.