Legend of the Shifters {Cloudy and Renny's RP}

[Renny]

Roman cuddled up into her. The big cat lifted his head, staring at her with scorching eyes. He purred at her touch and did something he'd probably be laughed at for. He brushed his nose and velvet soft whiskers against her face and gently licked her cheek. Roman could see her fear, and he felt terror in his gut. His father would murder her if he knew.

So Roman stayed in cat form. He remained pressed against her. He wanted her, and now he knew why his twin had wanted to die. If Shaya ever was gone like that, Roman would want to die too. He relaxed against her, breathing out warm puffs of breath against her neck, trying to comfort and relax his mate..

[Toothless]

Shaya slowly began to relax. "We're so fucked," she told him softly. "My dad is going to kill me the second he catches your scent, and I doubt your family would accept me. I am a latent shifter after all. Who wants a shifter who can't even shift?" She sighed, continuing to run her hands though his fur. She was tired of all the drama. She just wanted to live a happy life with her mate, have two and a half kids, the whole deal. Instead, her dad was psychotic, her mate was her dad's sworn enemy, and here she was, stuck in the middle of it. "What are we going to do?" she murmured, voice soft and full of despair.

[Renny]

The tiger huffed beside her, burying his face in the pillows. Roman slowly decided that he needed to be human for the conversation. His body rippled and in a moment, he was a naked boy again, all smooth pale skin, bruised and slightly bloody from sex. Roman lifted his head, eyes the normal blue. "I know a place I can take you. It's a cabin in the woods." He sighed. "My father is out of town this week, and my mother is visiting her sisters trying to get more tigers for this war." Roman sighed, burying his head in the pillow and letting out a groan, feeling exhausted. "I barely know you, but we're mates." he said, looking up at her. He lifted his hand, gently stroking her forehead and temple. "And I would die before I let anyone harm you, wolf or not. Latent or not. You. Are. Mine." His voice held an edge, and he sighed. "I just want peace." he whispered, voice so soft. He looked his age, younger than that perhaps. He looked like he'd seen too much, known too much, but was still so young. He sighed gently again, rolling onto his back and wincing at his bruise.

[Toothless]

"I'm scared," Shaya sighed. "I'll have to go home and get my stuff, and my dad will flip his shit. I don't want this war; a lot of my dad's wolves don't either. They're just too scared to disobey him. He's psychotic." Gently, she curled against her mate, resting her cheek on his chest. She felt a lingering sense of pain and loneliness, and the healer in her wanted it fixed. Did he know she was a healer? "I'm a healer, too. My dad, as much as he hates to admit it, needs me around to keep his wolves sane." She twirled a lock of his hair around her finger, taking comfort in her mate's presence. Her wolf had calmed, sensing the truth behind the tiger's words. "I guess I should go get my stuff." She didn't mention the fact that she would have to remove his scent from her; he wouldn't like that. But if she didn't, her dad would kill her without a second thought.

[Renny]

Roman sighed. "This war, it is exactly what my father wants. He wants to make sure his dominance is known. Some of the other tribes of tigers want to rebel. He thinks if he crushes the wolves, they'll back off." He sighed, wrapping his arms around her. "You're a healer?" He sounded surprised. A question burned in his mind, clenched in his throat. "How does it work?" He asked carefully, first to avoid confusion. Roman sighed gently, relaxing around her. "Just stay with me for a bit longer, please." he whispered, closing his eyes. Roman didn't want to be away from her yet. He brushed his lips against her temple, cradling her close.

[Toothless]

"My dad is just... Crazy, that's the best way to describe him." She curled closer, sighing. "I'm a psychological healer. I heal emotional and psychological scars by sort of... taking the pain into my own body. It disperses after a few hours." She shrugged, allowing herself to relax and take comfort from her mate. She shivered, chilly from the room's AC. "Okay," she murmured. She didn't want to leave either, but she wasn't the kind of person to procrastinate on something like this. It stung that her mate had to hide her from his family, and that her dad would never accept him, but she said nothing.

[Renny]

Roman sighed, and nodded. He didn't ask about his brother. Jack's condition was physical, his emotional turmoil brought on by the sickness. Roman brushed his fingers against her side. "The only place that you are safe.." he trailed off. "It's already a safe house to someone." He gently breathed out, pausing a heartbeat. "He won't hurt you, but it may come as a bit of a shock." He murmured, pressing his face into her hair and neck, breathing in her neck. He sighed. She was his mate, and where she needed to go held someone of importance. He could trust her right? He didn't think about. "Do you know why I'm the heir to being the ruling Tigers?" he asked, but continued on in a rush. "It's because my older, twin brother died when we were nineteen." He sighed gently. "But the thing is," he paused, the words catching in his throat. "He isn't dead." He murmured.

[Toothless]

Shaya's expression was confused. "He's not dead but is dead?" Her confusion was evident as she curled up next to her mate, wincing at the pain wafting from him. She wanted to help, but was hesitant. He'd pushed her out earlier, after all. He was guarded; she could sense it. He was afraid of feeling emotional pain, afraid it made him weak. It made her heart hurt for him. Emotions were what made them humane, separated the animal from the human in the mind.

(Ooh what if she discovers she can heal like physical wounds later on? Like maybe trey or someone almost kills roman or one of his family)

[Renny]

Roman shook his head. "No, he isn't dead. He faked his suicide." He murmured softly. He held fast to his pain. Everything from worrying about his younger brother's illness, to his old love, and now to worrying about her. But as she relaxed him, and he cradled into her, sighing gently. "He can explain the details, I just don't want you to be surprised that my brother is still alive." he said with a sheepish, slightly unsure chuckle.

[ Ooh, I like that. And she likes heals like Roman's sister after Trey attacks her which gets his mother to be on her side? ]

[Toothless]

(Yeah!)

[Toothless]

"He's in the cabin, isn't he?" Shaya murmured. "You're hurting," she told him, placing her hand over his heart. "I can feel it." It mad her sad to know that he was hurting. She wanted to heal him, but sensed he wouldn't like it. "I can heal you, if you want."

[Renny]

Roman nodded. He then pulled away from her. He wrapped his long fingers around her wrist, pulling her hand away from his heart. "Not if it hurts you, no." he murmured, shaking his head. He looked at her, and sighed, trying to pull back his pain. He looked away from her, almost growing distant from her.

[Toothless]

"It doesn't," Shay told him, voice soft. "Only for a few hours, while my body works through the sudden onslaught of emotions. Then it's gone." She sighed, somehow knowing that he would not agree. She was a not nervous about meeting his brother, and curious as to why he faked his death, but it wasn't her business. She sighed again, knowing that she would have to go home soon and gather her belongings and go into hiding. It was saddening and hurtful, but there was nothing to so for it at the moment. Shaya's wolf whined, totally against the idea of being separated from her mate for any length of time. "Are you going to tell anyone about us?"

[Renny]

Roman looked skeptical. He shook his head again. "No, no." he said. "Don't want you tired, or in pain." He paused a moment. "Obviously my brother, Remy." He said. "Maybe my sister, she'd be okay with it." He murmured. He thought of Katrina. His beautiful, little sister Katrina. He thought of her, feeling fond. She was a little thing, wavy blonde hair, luminous blue eyes. Her slender figure turning into a smooth, beautiful white coat with deep, obsidian stripes. He sighed, and Roman's tiger growled softly. He didn't want to be away from her.

[Toothless]

Shaya gave him a look that clearly said the conversation on healing would be continued later. Sighing, she gave him a gentle kiss and rolled off of the bed, gathering her clothes and dressing quickly. "Might as well face the music," she murmured, curling up next to her mate again. "It's only for a few days, then we'll be back together. I just need time to get my stuff together and get away from my dad." She didn't want to be separated from her mate either, but figured now was as good a time as any to begin her escape plan.