MagiStream

Ty:
She goes loose beneath me and the pulse thrumming against my palms slows drastically, I loose my grip slightly, just enough to let my forearms and shoulders relax. I sit back on my heels, still holding her gently. Even a werewolf she’s dear to me, and my eyes soften in a manner my demon doesn’t recognize. But I snap out of it quickly, leaning forward once more in anticipation, and tightening my grip again, but not enough to keep her out. She’ll rouse soon, sooner than most, being so inhuman. I sigh, smelling her fur, singed beneath my heat, so I try to cool.

Alexandra:
I feel guilt wash over me, I should have just kept quiet, I can feel his emotions swirling around me hectically. “Please, Arthur, forget what I said.” I say quietly, then take his hand gently and continue forward at a brisk pace. “We should be ready. And I love you.” I say dismally, grass bending at my hooves to brush me comfortingly. The trees seem to dip their branches mournfully overhead, illustrating my distress. Already hormones are muddling my feelings.

Ysabel felt the light of life fill ehr again, her breathing speeding up again and deepening. Her eyes fluttered open, for a brief moment bright green, before the swirling crimson and amber took hold again, and she began to struggle again. Anger and wounded pride made her snarl.
"One of these ngiths I'm going to kill as many humans as I can stomach, and then let's see you love that pathetic, whimpering ball of black hair." she snarled, claws curling into the carpet and scraping along it angrily.

Arthur looked down at her and smiled faintly. "I can't help it, not when it comes to you. Or the Foreman's. You're my mate, and they're my family. I love you all, but I worry because I love you." he murmured, nuzzling her cheek with his nose and breathing in the scent of wild anture on her skin.

Ty:
I shake my head sadly, “I can’t let you do that Ysabel.” I say softly, looking into her eyes, feeling a spark of hope at the flicker of green. But her two other parts are stronger, right now at least, and I feel a helpless longing. If I live my life with her, this will be every moon, every month , forever. And it’s likely that she’ll get past me eventually. But I push such thoughts from my mind and focus on the now. “Night’s nearly half over, this isn’t too hard, are you two getting weak?” I snarl tauntingly.

The creature beneath him snarled, and thrashed again. And finally, her hard workj paid off. One of her legs slipped from beneath his knees and pushed upward, the motion spasmodic and yet powerful. Her eyes glittered with malice.
"No...we've only just begun."
And then she she was thrashing again, hoping that his knee slamming into the carpet and her kick had dislodged him enough for her to squirm out of his grasp, enough for her to get out of the cottage...

((@Silvereye: Funny told me to tell you he's sort of grounded, so if you wanna...stall until tomorrow, that'd be great!))

(I can wait. I'm actually really patient when I have to be, especially when I wanna see what happens next.)

Alexandra:
I grin softly, despite myself, and kiss his cheek. “I love you too, and that means I worry for you. But I also know you’re strong, and brave, and I will respect that you worry for me.” I say, feeling a little dizzy. I shake my head very slowly, eyes closed, and breath in the forest. Opening my eyes again, I look at him with sudden severe seriousness. “Ysabel is getting stronger.” I say.

Ty:
I feel my mishap, i feel her intent and her uncontrolled power. The anger in her eyes, welling, strong enough to unseat me if i slip up just a bit more, or once more tonight. "Not on my watch." I growl, careful, muscles straining and arms shaking as i express control far greater than i've ever felt. For the first time i feel my demons power and my own mind working as one. "Sorry, love, can't let you do this." I whisper, spurs on my knees pushing through my pants to dig into her thighs. I risk fatal wounds, as her femeral artery is directly beneath me, but i trust in the wolf and adrenaline in Ysabel to take care of that. Replacing my knee cautiously, and sporting several new cuts and bruises, i regain my position. But already i'm exhausted, and realizing she might be right, this might be the begining if bloodshed. And then a thought occurs to me. ALEXANDRA! I think desperately. She's heard my thoughts before, i'm sure of it, she's a dryad. And she's with Arthur, she can get help. Please... I think unsurely. She must feel my distress, she must sense how close i am to collapsing.

Balin could smell Ysabel's hormones, and he didn't bother waiting. he tore off, his claws scoring deeply into the grass. Slipping through a window that had been left open, he snarled.
"Get off...get some rest upstairs, lock the door."
He snarled the words, and looked as Ysabel's body went still, feeling her fury radiate around the room.
"So, my dear Demonic brother has come to see me? Or should I say us?"
"You're the demon, my dear. Why don't you pull what we always have: You try to kill me, and I restrain you?"
"Sorry Brother, but we have no intention of staying out for much longer."
"Do you ever?"
Balin gave a wolfish grin, his fiery eyes dancing like a forest fire in autumn.