Geilinor, Provence of Peace

"I see that my silly little mate. So what have you got in those bags any way? If it's bubble wrap or protective gear I am going to hit you. I understand that you're protective but if you start going crazy I am not going to be happy." Zaria said shaking her head at him.

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"Good for you. Now what in the world do you need me for? I am not an assassin and you can't hire me to kill your brother." Sitka said wondering what in the world was with this guy. She didn't want to be caught in some sort of werewolf family fude or something.

Azrael pretends to think for a minute, "Actually protective gear sounds really good, I hadn't thought of that," he says, smiling at her, "No, it's gifts."
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Niklas shakes his head, "Although I hate my brother sometimes I don't want him dead. Isn't it obvious what I want from a bonny lass like you?"

Zaria let out a light groan. "I should not have give you any ideas. Now hand over the gifts so I can see if I need to forgive you and keep you off the couch." She said giving him a smile.

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"Obviously not if I'm asking you what you want from me." Sitka said giving him a small frown. It was the only close to mean expression she could manage. She tended to be as sweet as sugar and didn't have a mean bone in her body unless pravoked of course.

Azrael slowly pulls out a necklace made of gold and rubies and holds it out to her. He watches her for her reaction before pulling out a silver ring with patterns that look a lot like plants and pixies made made out of emeralds and a glittering diamond on top in the shape of a heart.

Zaria let out a gasp and placed a hand on her heart. "It's beautiful but the silver. You know what it does to vampires don't you. I'm sorry to tell you this but I don't like burning. It really is beautiful." She said tears gathering in her eyes.

Azrael smiles, "I know darling. Which is why I had it enchanted specially. And tested." he says and slips it onto her finger. Amazingly the silver is cool to the touch and doesn't affect her in any way.
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"I desire you lass," Niklas says, laughing. "I haven't desired a woman in so long."

Zaria gazed at it and smiled affectionately. "It's beautiful thank you my love. Silver is after all much better than gold. Besides it is so much prettier." She said snuggling against him. She gazed at the ring with a purely loving expression. "You are by far the sweetest man."

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Sitka blushed lightly. "I have never been desired as a woman before." She said feeling a little but touched deep inside. She was never really admired as a woman. When she ahd been little before she ahd reached the age people had expected her to be a male. Then again females were highly respected among her race.

Azrael grins smugly, "I knew you would like it," he says confidently and pulls out a bracelet made entirely of silver in stunning designs that literally change every moment to show a story.
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Niklas frowns, "I don't believe you wicked lass. There is no way a man has never desired you as a woman."

Zaria smiled at you. "You know some talented people my love. And I am happy that you are so thoughtful. Thank you for being so wonderful." She said giving him a light kiss. She gently took the bracelet from him smiling when it didn't burn her. "It's been so long since I've been able to safely touch silver.

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Sitka blushed even deeper. "Well you see I haven't all ways been a woman. As children imps are born without a gender. When we reach our teenage years we chose which gender we wish to be. Everyone expected me to be a male seeing as my father does want a son badly. But my mother needes someoen to lead the clan when she retires. In our culture women hold the power."

"I thought it would be a good gift for you. It looks beautiful against your skin as well," Azrael says, seeming entranced by her beauty.
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Niklas smiles, "Doona matter lass. Your still a woman and I'm sure between then and now some man has desired you."

"You were right it is a good gift. Thank you very much. And feel free to admire my beauty some more. I don't believe we've gotten up since our last adventure but if you want to do more admiring then go right ahead." Zaria said giving him a smile. Oh how she loved t his man.

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"If they have they've never said so or acted on it. I am sure that most of the males from my clan still think of me like a little brother not like a woman." Sitka said with a small nod. She gently tucked stray locks of ehr golden hair behind her ears.

Azrael smiles and picks her up, "Actually... if you wouldn't mind I'd like to tell my parents the good news,"
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Niklas laughs, "Well then they're idiots," he slurs, opening a door and entering his chambers.

"Can I get dressed first? One werewolf staring at me in my birthday suite is enough for me thanks." Zaria said as a light blush tinted her cheeks.

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"Says the man who is very heavily intoxicated. Pardon me if I think you might be just a little out of your mind." Sitka said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She really didn't want to fall even if he was drunk he was better than the ground.

Azrael sets her down with a grin, "I suppose I could let you do that..."
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Niklas nuzzles her neck, his lips curving up in a smirk, "If you wanted away so badly you wouldn't be wrapping her arms around me,"

"And you need to put on pants or something. I don't want other women to stare at you. I am the only woman who is not your mother who gets to see you without clothing." Zaria said as she pulled a dress over her head. She took a moment to fix her hair as well. She didn't want to look like she just got out of bed even if she had.

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"I just want to stay off the floor. As much as I don't like the smell of your alcohol breath and your obvious drunkness it's better than the floor. I think we should hold off on the making out until you are thinking clearly." Sitka said with a small nod.

Azrael quickly puts on his family kilt and buckles a knife at his side, slips his shoes on and ties his hair back. That quickly he was dressed in his finest clothing.
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Niklas shakes his head, "Too bad lass but I need some forgetting and this is all that helps," he says and kisses her again.

Zaria quickly slipped on her shoes and placed a green bow in her hair. "What no shirt? Whatevere you're bottom is covered so it's good." She said giving him a smile. She gently kissed his cheek. "Lean the way."

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"I think you need to go to a meeting. There are groups for this." Sitka said letting out a small sound. She couldn't keep herself from melting against him when he kissed her.

Azrael takes her hand and leads her into the 'throne' room. "Hello mother, hello father," he says calmly, "We have some news for you,"
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"Ah but there are no groups that taste as sweet as your lips now are there?" Niklas chuckles, continuing to kiss her.

"It's more like a news bomb." Zaria muttered to herself. She gently squeezed Azrael's hand and scooted closer to him. She wondered how his parents would react.

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"That's not what I meant." Sitka said with a groan. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be able to stop this. Oh well hopefuly she would enjoy it while it lasted.

Azrael squares his shoulders and looks at his parents, "Zaria and I are getting married. And we have a bairn on the way," he says. His parents stare at him for a moment before his mother lets out a squeal and rushes to hug Zaria and his father's lips break into a grin and he thumps Azrael on the back.
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"Then what did you mean lass," Niklas says, suddenly pulling away, "His lips fiery. Do you mean I should get help for my 'condition' as the others would say," he growls, suddenly very menacing. Apparently he had taken her words in a totally different way than she meant them. He thought she was criticizing him for being so distraught over a lost mate.

Zaria let out a sound of surprise before she hugged Azrael's mother back. She blinked lightly when she realized she had no idea what to call them. "Um....not to be rude or anything but I was wondering what you wish for me to call you."

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"I just think that sleeping with someone is not the answer to all of your problems. And drinking isn't exactly helping you either. You're killing all of your brain cells." Sitka said trying not to flinch at his angry tone. She didn't want someone to be mad at her.

Azrael's mother grins and says, "Just call me mom. It works really well. Plus you'll be my daughter in law soon!" she says and squeals again.

"Pardon my mate. My name is Angus," his father says, arm around Azrael.
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Niklas flinches as if struck and sets her down, moving away from her as quickly as possible. "Your right. I shouldn't sully my mate's memory," he murmurs, both as a recrimination at himself and to hurt her. He turns around and disappears.

Zaria laughed lightly. "It is quite all right. I am used to rather out going people. I grew up with seven brothers." She said with a small nod. "And it will be nice to call someone mom again. I will be sure to call you that if you wish."

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Sitka looked around his chambers for a moment before she followed after him. "I didn't mean to upset you Niklas. I just don't think you should waste yourself on women who probably don't deserve you. They aren't worth it really."

Azrael slowly relaxes, "So neither of you disapprove?"

"Of course not silly!" His mother pipes in, "You got a great mate!"
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Niklas growls at her, his eyes now an ice blue, "Don't lie to me!" he snarls, burying his face in his hands, "I didn't deserve her. She died because of me." he sobs and then throws back his head and howls in anguish.

"I told you you worry too much. I swear you are going to give yourself an ulcer with all of your worrying. You need to relax." Zaria said gently poking him.

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Sitka jumped lightly. "I wasn't lieing to you. You don't have to yell at me for something I didn't do. I only wanted to be nice you don't have to start blaming yourself. I am sure it wasn't your fault."

Azrael snorts, "We don't get ulcers," he states but he pokes her back. "So I guess that's that. Now we need to get ready to travel," he says and looks at his parents.
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"She ran from me. She died running from me. I told her not to run," Niklas mourns, "My one and only mate."