Completed Hunger (Tallis Ishtari)

[Marxander]

"No. It's not stupid. I just don't think that giving my mother time to prepare for you death will be a very well suggested idea." She giggled, kissing his cheek "Besides, I let your head on your shoulders. It looks very pretty there." She closed her eyes, her lids becoming heavy with sleep "You can try it with your mother though. I don't know her, so I can't say how she'll respond to a letter. Maybe, if you want, you could just tell her that I'm a human. I can pretend to be." She yawned, falling deeper into a sleep like state "As long as your parents can't tell the difference between Kelvics and humans as well as your sister can, we should be fine. If you like that plan, that is." Another yawn escaped her "I'm gonna go to..bed." And then she was out, dreaming of what tomorrow would bring to her.

She liked her dreams because she dream she would dream of Tallis and running and playing. Things weren't ever so terrible in her head. Before, her dreams had been fun, albeit with no one to play with, but she had Tallis now, and it was so much better. She dreamed of his face and of his body. She dreamed of him holding her tight and of patting down her fur. She loved him so much. Her heart squeeze in her chest. Tallis...

[Tallis Ishtari]

The more Marx talked about her mother the more curious he became. Was the woman that much of a tyrant, or just an over concerned mother that did not want to see her daughter make a wrong decision over a man. If it was the later then it was too late for that. From his standpoint the two of them were head over heels in love and there was not going to be any separation. He had not been put to the test on whether the slavers could cause him to recant their bond, and he did not want to find out either. Anything could happen when put under the irons of torture.

Before he could say good night Marx was asleep. He kissed her cheek softly as to not wake her. Looking at the ceiling he was alone with his thoughts and no one to listen to him expressing them. In a few weeks they would be gone from the only city he knew best. The only city Ravokians ever care about. He would be leaving his family without a word and disappearing into the world outside the friendly confines of the lake. Could he hold up though under the pressure of not telling his parents? He would work for them to gain a few more mizas but could he not tell them. The temptation would be great.