Motto did his best to brave the black wisps as they encircled him and entered.  He knew it was gonna happen but it was still unnerving.  He shook a little without meaning to; his breath quickened and heart raced.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> "If I lose control, you stand up and you beat me down, to this promise I bind you!"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“I-I will!” </span>Motto liked Jin.  He respected the dude.  This felt right.  He would keep Jin from doing anything crazy and they’d help each other out.  Be a team.  And then came the pain.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“nnnnnGGAHHHH!!  AHHH  RRrRrrrrrrr  hnnnn… nnnaaa...ahhh.. haaa.” </span>The Prince arched his back and gripped his knees  while doing his best to deal with the intense culmination of their selves.  Motto’s voice broke off when the transition seemed complete.  His chest rose and fell as Jin explored their shared body.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Can you hear me, sir?"</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Just Motto’s fine, man.”</span>He felt a little worn out and strange.  He was typically a silent person.. alone and not very ..thinky.  This mind stuff would take some getting used to.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"> " When we get there, tell Isabella that I went ahead to speak to Bor; the power should be fifty kilometers to the Northeast, past a swampy area, she doesn't need to know about this just yet," </span><br/><br/>As Jin moved their hand around, Motto blinked slowly.<span style="color: #00FF40"> “Ok..”</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"This is what hands feel like huh?  Oh! jeez that's why you don't like clothes, understandable," </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40">“Yeah.. haha.. it’s cool.”</span>Motto’s smile was a tired one.<span style="color: #00FF40">“Well not clothes, but hands.”</span><br/><br/>He sat in relative silence for the remainder of the ride; patiently letting Jin explore different physical attributes and basic movements.  As their destination neared, Motto observed the dense green.  His vision was sharper than his human father’s..making it easy to discern the depths and movements of things in the darkness and at a distance.  “The Hunter” was what he had been called long ago.  The skittering creatures were noticed as they drove past, and Motto’s other senses began to focus.   He was getting into his zone, and the sudden jolt of the vehicle’s brakes wouldn’t have normally bothered him, but he wasn’t entirely in control anymore.<br/><br/>Steadying himself, Motto winced a little at the unfamiliar sensation in his head as Jin detected his mistress.<span style="font-style: italic"> "She's about a kilometer from here, I've got her located, just head there and act natural,"</span><br/><br/>Motto grunted his acknowledgement and got out of the car.  He stood there for a solid minute feeling the chill of winds gaining momentum and inhaled the scent of the wilderness before them.  This was his domain.  He could already smell her.  She would be easy to find without Jin’s help, but Jin was still cool as hell and Motto was glad to be with him.  Although it would be some time before Motto remembered that all of his thoughts were open to the other now.. including the brief image of Isabella’s hair.<br/><br/>As he made his way to the Princess, Motto struggled with how best to approach those she intended; as a nature dweller he knew from experience it was almost always best to keep a neutral demeanor and to have an alternative destination in mind.  It rarely boded well to come at a creature directly with bold intentions.  If it were up to him alone, Motto would have no problem locating and connecting with the Fey, but Isabella was going to be a problem.    No matter how many scenarios he played out, a pair of travelers was sure to intimidate and antagonize.  Motto frowned at the thought and knew that his protective intentions would only make things worse.    This was going to be messy.<br/><br/>Unless….<br/><br/>Motto’s mind flashed with an idea and he attempted to speak mentally rather than give his presence away.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00FF40">‘Jin.. I have an idea.  I’m guessing she won’t like it.’</span></span>A series of startling images swept through their joined minds: holding hands, touching her waist, stopping to press her against a tree and nuzzle his face with hers.  The least threatening way to travel as a pair was to pose as a mated pair.<span style="color: #00FF40"><span style="font-style: italic">  ‘Unless of course she happens to know these dudes we’re going to see.  Heh..’</span></span>Motto stopped in his tracks.  Something else was there.  In an instant Motto knew he and Jin were in danger; the presence he sensed had been a brief trickle of bloodlust.  The Prince withdrew his aura and moved slightly to the right.  Crouching, he scanned his surroundings and waited.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF40"><span style="font-style: italic">'It's here.  I know it.  It's hiding it's presense just like we are.' </span></span>He whispered mentally.<br/><br/>A guttural sound rumbled softly in the vegetation just next to Jin and his joined Motto.  A huge snout pushed it's way through the path and rancid malice vibrated in the air.  The predator seemed to know they were hiding.<span style="color: #00FF40"><span style="font-style: italic"> 'This is a nasty one..'</span></span>Motto warned.<span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #00FF40">'It toys with it's prey for weeks after crippling it.  I've never taken one of these on.  Most of the forest leaves these guys alone, Jin..but we gotta do it.  It might go after My Lady and that ain't happenin'.'</span></span>