Fifty Shades of Grey [Travis]

[Doctor Vitani]

A lone wolf walked elegantly along the sandy shore, paws becoming drenched by the ice cold water to when the tides would push it closer to land and soon devouring the fae's paws all together with the thick, damp sand beneath. It did no harm other than stick to her fur, which was quick to wash out just by standing ankle high in the water. That didn't so much as bug as to what was on her mind. Her fur was a dark brown, accompanied with darker pigments relating to the base color and heavenly blessed with a pair of bright moon-colored spheres for eyes. Her gaze seemed off, however, looking off into the sunset with a clouded expression crossing her facial features and a bit of wonder lost within those bright hues of hers. Her pacing was slow, every paw-step gaining more meaning to it than it had before and waking her senses up to realize what was entirely wrong. What was she doing here? Not the land, nor the neutrals in general - but here, in Europe - in Caedesque, she thought suddenly to herself, muzzle lowering and then dramatically turning to see over her shoulder to look to whom if someone were following her, but not a soul was left in sight. She kept walking, silently playing over her thoughts and old memories as to the first time she came to America. Her natal pack was falling apart before her, and even as a newly shifter, she was able to help her pack by taking out the wave of vampires, or so she thought. But she also knew she wasn't there to witness it, only to see black as the beast took over and cared for her body within that dark moment. The she-wolf had to bite her lip from making any noise of concern to scare animals that may be lurking near, but in a way, she didn't really care. 

She thought of her mother, where she could possibly be, if not dead. The doctor wished she knew. And about Noctavia and her's ruthless father, whom killed her sister's blood mother just to be in love with her own. Even for them being half-sisters, they still felt the same rage towards their biological father. Vitani stomped hard once due to her change in expression, the sand barely erupting from the ground as it was too damp to move. Shifting in place, the beast phased from it's usual, large wolf suit to a beautiful maiden with little to clothe her with. Her skin naturally held an Italian glow of olive, matched with her gorgeous lochs of dark, obsidian brown waving down her back to reach the top of her waist. The emblems of both her natal and current pack were on her wrists, a tribal humming bird found on her right ribs reaching to almost her hipbones at the end of it's tail feathers, as well as a thin-marked tramp stamp found at the small of her back. She wore nothing more than a white bikini that fit well to her form and tied at her hips was a thin materialized yellow colored wrap. A flower, with large petals and striking colors that matched the sunset over the ocean's surface was tucked neatly behind her ear, just enough to keep her hair out of her face. She walked quietly under the cove and sat in the drier, softer piles of sand in the shade. It was cool to the touch as it poured through her fingers and covered her skin. Bending her knees to her chest, she mad herself at home within the area, closing her eyes and tilting her head, occasionally to open one to look out over the waves of blue.

[Guardian Travis]

In the silence of their chamber, their marital bed, Travis laid alone. Normally he was supposed to be up, searching the pack borders.. but today he was feeling like sleeping in. It was his duty to protect the pack from harm, to make sure the werelings were doing as they were told, but most of all he had to keep his love protected from anything. Vitani was a tough girl and she took well enough care of herself. she would always tell Travis if she really needed him. But to be honest, she never really needed him. Perhaps this was why the wolf did not wake until the late hours of day. When he finally did stir and move about the home they had made with one another, he rolled out of bed and walked around the room. He stretched his body from side to side, walking slowly and soon found himself within the bathroom. As he lifted the lid, he stared to the water within the bowl. Why did men have to pee in these things anyway? He had a penis and with it, he should be able to take a leak anywhere he truly wanted. But rules were against such a thing, things called "indecent exposure" or whatever the humans had called it. The thought of marking a tree with his scent and his urine was a breath-taking thing. When he was done emptying his tank, he shook it only two times, knowing three times would be consisted of playing with himself. He tucked his little buddy back into his boxer briefs and walked from the bathroom to quickly go back to the toilet and flushed it. The last thing he needed was to be yelled at about leaving piss in the bowl. He was horrible with flushing. In fact, he was horrible with leaving the seat down. One too many times Vitani had slipped into the water and screamed his name out of anger. In his sleep, he smiled but immediately got up and moved to help her. Thinking of this, forced a smile to appear over his face. With that, he left the lid and seat up. When he moved to the bedroom, he got dressed. As he looked to the clock, he realized Vitani was nowhere to be found.

Curious to her disappearance, he moved to follow her scent from their home. When her scent alone told him she was no longer in their territory, he shifted to his wolfen form. The russet colors of his coat blew softly in the breeze. His tail moved between his legs, relaxed and calm as he followed after her very own steps. As he got closer to her location, he could smell the scent of the water around her. It was a pleasant smell, one which reminded him of home, of New York. It was during that time that his whole life had taken a complete shift. Over twenty years ago, if Travis had been asked about joining a pack, fall in love and then do some more ridiculous things, he would never think he would ever live a life like this. Running into Noctavia was a very interesting situation. She was sexy and passionate, though nobody could compare to Vitani. She was his everything, but in the end, he would save his Alpha's life, the one man he really did not care for. Such a strange turn of events. It had sucked that Noctavia chose another male over him, but in the end he found the perfect mate. And in his thoughts of her, there she was, right in his view. His green eyes rolled over her body and a wolfy grin appeared across his maw. He took slow steps up to her and when he was right behind her, he used his large form to wrap himself around her. He cradled his head against her neck, giving a slight lick to her cheek. Once he had given her a sign of affection, he moved his head to rest over her feet. The water was cold as it washed against him, but he did not care. He was happy with where he was. In her silence, he could tell something was not right. What is wrong my love? he thought within her mind. If there was one thing Travis knew like the back of his paw, it was Vitani.

[Doctor Vitani]

As time grew on, the solar-filled orb seemed to sink a lot faster and easier over the ocean blue, which was now a gorgeous violet with the reflecting sunlight. In that time, Travis, her beloved forever tucked into a single body, had found her, gave her sweet puppy kisses of affection to her humanized cheek, and curled safely around her like a vast blanket of thick, bronze and white colored fur. With this, she could only pull back a small smile, for the rest of her happiness was being saved away for a rainy day, or perhaps a moment in time where it would be most needed to block out the harm done to her, if it were to ever be made. Her hand gently ran over the pelt covering his neck, smoothing her fingers so that they were almost tangled in the mess of brown until it reached near to his maw with the back of her hand. She paused at the sound of his charming voice roll over into her thoughts, devouring it like a sugary treat within seconds to think about. Like always, he knew when she was down and needed a fix to help her brighten back up again. Vitani didn't look at him, for her eyes were too glued to the setting sun so close, yet so far away from her reach. It's nothing, my dear.. I believe I am just sick is all. Perhaps I'm falling short with a mere flu or something that's going around the area.. that's all. She lied in return. The fae rarely ever was dishonest with anyone, let alone her mate - and family. It was strictly frowned-upon for lying where she came from, and she knew her sister would've been disappointed slightly of her for lying so simply to her own significant other. ...This will only haunt you if you do not come out with the truth... He has done you no wrong to deserve this petty lie... The wolf managed to whisper as a painful reminder. Her heart sank a little inside at the thought of it, let alone what Travis could feel if he were to know she was not being honest with him; no matter how long they'd been together. Hopefully, with this, if he were to find out, that this meant she was truly upset about something on her mind.

Soon, her gaze left the heavenly colors and returned to one in particular - his. Those emerald green eyes, ones which glistened under any light and made her feel so comforted during the worst of times. And there they were, just in leaning reach of their faces, a pair of beautiful green orbs of a handsome wolf being awed by the same moon-lite silvers she had found eying him with the first time they met. A great adoration and love filled her own, while his remained a mystery of concern and power; she wanted to stay like that forever, just looking at each other. For the first time, she spoke aloud from her thoughts, "What.. what if I left.. - we left... together..?" Her position shifted so that her legs were no longer being used as a pillow for her arms, pivoting off towards the side of her body and pressing the side of her one leg, while the other overlapped, into the sand beneath her. She stayed within the cradled wolf, but laid more so to a way where she could rest her face close to her mate's snout, eyes still never leaving his as she said it. "We would still be with the pack, ranks and all.. but, what if we leave for a while.. I miss my home, Travis.. I miss my mother.. She's in Europe, Spain actually.. We would only be gone for a short time, I swear it." She pleaded in a soft, delicate voice against his ear, stroking the outsides of his face while her eyes sparkled with a wet layer of a forming tear. It was merely a bluff, as she knew it would never fall, but definitely take a damper into her mate's consideration. He didn't like to see her cry, and Vitani was a master of faking it, without actually pouring out her feelings. "Please..." She said politely.

[Doctor Vitani]

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