Where Loyalties Lie 1 x 1 Spirit & Alpha

[Spiritstar3]

Jessa Marley blinked as she looked at him, shaking her head. "Who ever said that I did not want them?" she snorted, sighing once then glancing upwards.

Jessica sighed as she shook her head, saying "It is fine..." She yelped, jumping as something skittered past.

Kalista snorts, but does nothing more [nor less] then thus. She shakes her head as she walks back towards the field, that annoying work filled field.
Artemis glances up as the other male addresses him. Tilting his head, he says "Yeah?"

[Alpha*]

Abel holds her gaze a long moment, deliberating. "If it would please you?" He murmmers briefly.

Morag takes her hand, nothing would harm her. She was his..... even if she doesn't appreciate his Claim. "It is a large rodent." Is soothed.


James takes a deep breath, " I love you. " is said in a hushed rush. The werewolf swallows, "I cannot turn you yet. Please forgive me. I'm not even sure if I could Claim you as pack law mandates. Forgive me?"

[Spiritstar3]

Jessa Marley shook her head as she looked at him. "I would like to keep them, yes."

Jessica watched the rodent, and when she saw its strange tan pattern on white she squeaked. "That's...that's mom's mouse hybrid King! But, he died when she did..."


Artemis hums as he tilts his head, looking at him expectantly. He sighs as he shakes his head, swallowing back an argument as he does. He says "I love you, too. I forgive you."

[Alpha*]

He notes that almost - protest, "Say your mind. " is urged. James runs long fingers through the others' hair. Because no matter that he's forgiven he feels bad.

Abel tilts his head, "do you really? Then you shall have them!"

Morag considers her, then the rodent. " I dont understand. "

[Spiritstar3]

Artemis tilts his head as he looks up at his Claimer. Shaking his head, he says "I...I want to be turned, but at the same time I do not... I...I am torn."

Jessa Marley smiles as she says "Thank you."

Jessica says "There was only one large rodent with both color and white in a pattern like that, and he belonged to my mother. But he died on the day she did...There should be no other like him here."

[Alpha*]

He touches his lips, "unless she yet lives beloved. I do not remember her soul on high." A thoughtful expression crosses the Angels face.

Abel leans close, and brushes a kiss across her cheek. A way to spoil her, at last!

"Oh beloved! " he says in a sighing sort of way. James smiles, satisfied, "there is plenty of time to decide. As alpha I can choose whom I will, within a certain sphere. " is assured.

[Spiritstar3]

Jessica tilts her head as she looks up at him, shrugging as she asks "Are you certain?"

Jessa Marley squeaks as she looks at him.

Jessi jerks, realizing she had fallen asleep.

Artemis tilts his head as he glances at the other male, coughing a bit. He hums as he says "O-Okay. Then...I will take my time in making a decision."

[Alpha*]

Morag smiles faintly, deciding to look on her behalf. After all, he does not need sleep, but rarely. "It's time for the ceremony. " is prompted.

Contrast sits up at her movement. "Sorry. "

Abel nods enthusiastically. "Of course! Anything for you. " the elf replies. A flier catches his eye, and he takes the time to read the elvin script.

James drops his hand. "Sorry, sometimes I forget personal space and boundaries. " he'd like to blame it on the closeness, the unity of the Pack. ... but it rarely happens, gers the better of the werwolf. Mostly with his Choice.

[Spiritstar3]

Jessica nods as she looks at him, then swallows as she begins to shiver with nerves she has begun to feel, butterflies in her belly...

Jessi looks at the werecat. "Why are you apologizing?"

Jessa Marley nods as she says "Alright." She glances at the flier as well, but it is in Elven.

Artemis shakes his head as he looks at the other male, wanting to say something but not knowing what to say. "Shall we get back to Kalista now, then?"

[Alpha*]

He let's her take the three traditional steps onto the platform alone - he may not follow her. The angel thinks on the strange feeling of looking up at something, someone, her. And suddenly he understands. Morag nods to the soon to be Queen.

"I should not have made you take care of me. " Contrast replies, snuggling under the blankets.

A smirk crosses his mouth -- " When is your birthday? "

"If that is your desire. We don't have to. "