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What cannot be lost (me and Anjeru)

Ravalyn bowed her head as Alexander left, greatly appreciative of his understanding. She chuckled at Raziel's words and melted into his arms as he kissed her, returning the kiss gladly. After a long moment, she pulled her head back and smiled. "Well, I couldn't be too sure...it's been awhile since I've spoken with Alexander directly. I've had to answer to Creed for a little while now and..." she paused a moment, then sighed "...after our failed mating, he harbors some resentment towards me. He wanted me, but I didn't want him."

Ravalyn pressed a kiss to his lips again, nipping his lower one before she pulled her head back to give him a heart melting, sexy little smile. "I don't ever want anyone other than you," she murmured.
 
He heard her words about Creed, his mind pulling back up the image of the man. "I wouldn't see anyone that would want to mate with him." He said in response, before she kissed him again. Her nip was surprising, returned with one of his own, before she pulled back. The smile was heart melting enough, but it was her words that nearly had him shape shift into a puddle on the floor, right there.

"And I only want you." He said softly, kissing her shoulder lightly. "We should go, either training or something."
 
"We won't need to get started right away," she said softly, taking his hand in her own and closely linking their fingers together. "Let's get you settled in first, show you around, since you haven't ever really seen much of what will be, for now, our home. I'll show you the way to my quarters first, so you know where it's at." Her boots thudded a little as she began walking with him through a door and then down a long hallway.

About six doors down, on their right, was another hall and she followed that one all the down to some stairs. They took those stairs up to where the doors seemed to be spaced further apart, in fact, in this hall there were only four doors, two on each side. They walked to the door with '1' on it and she turned the lock with her mind, before opening the door and sliding inside with Raziel.

It was a rather large space, a livingroom and kitchen as the main space. To their right of the livingroom was a short hall that had the large, extravangent bathroom and at the end of the hall was her bedroom. It wasn't decorated much, a couch, tv, coffee table, a few dressers, and her large bed with silk sheets and a large, all encompassing comforter. There were some tattoo looking posters hanging around on the walls, all looking as if they were hand drawn, as well as an assortment of swords and daggers. And a stack of books sat beside the couch.

"Well, I know it's not much, but this is home," she murmured.
 
He followed her dutifully and faithfully through the hallways, up a flight of stairs until she opened a nearby doorway. She led him in, and his mouth dropped as he walked in, looking around. He was use to having space to move around in his stasis tube, so have a few rooms to oneself was something he wasn't very aware of. Even if he had been told about it, the concept of having your own rooms was nearly unknowing to him.

"It's amazing." He whispered, looking around the room. When he found something interesting, like the tattoo drawings, he shifted into a mist form, quickly moving over to them and studying them in awe. He slowly made it to the bathroom, then her bedroom, before turning to her. "This is all yours?"
 
Ravalyn smiled, and just stood and watched him as he admired her small apartment. Couldn't help but blush as he studied her tribal tattoo designs. Then he was coming back to her and she nodded her head. "Second floor hall only has a few spaces like these, for hunter and guards specifically assigned to the council. There are only a handful of powerful, skilled, hunters remaining here at the compound, such as myself, which was why I was given a room such as this. Normal housing is a bedroom, bathroom, and kitchen. I'd say it's about half this size."

She smiled, "though it's a good thing since there will be two of us living here now. Do you like it?" she asked him, even though it was quite apparent that he did. She unstrapped the sword at her waist and tucked it into the corner with a few others. "I'm sure once you reach your full potential, if you choose to stay, you will be given quarters even bigger than this."
 
He blushed as she mentioned getting a room bigger than this. "I don't think I could handle it." He admitted, looking up at her. "Unless, you were sharing it with me." He kissed her lightly, before sitting down on the couch, focusing his mind. He wanted to be a hunter, like her, but he would need a weapon. His mind went around the room, looking for the elements. He could locate one, he wasn't sure about the rest.

"Damn." He whispered. It would take a little more effort that he cared to use at this point. He turned his head towards her. "Could you turn on the water taps? And somehow make a fire?"
 
She smiled at the cute blush on his cheeks, walking over to him and kissing his cheek softly. "I would go anywhere with you," she said with a small smile before nodding her head to his request. She padded off and grabbed a small barell looking bowl and set it on the coffee table, followed by a handful of wooden chopsticks her had, using a lighter to light the small fire. "There's that," she said and used her mind to turn the tap on in the kitchen, lightly running water being heard, "and that. I'll be right back."

She padded off to the room and stripped off the leather jumpsuit and boots she wore when she was hunting. Setting them on the dresser, she fished out some tight, black jeans and a velvet black shirt with long sleeves, but a low "u" dip that gave a generous view of her cleavage, before she padded back on bare feet to the livingroom.
 
She had left for her room, and he was already getting to work. He was planning on getting earth from outside, taking it all the way through the compound mentally... but figured there were people that wouldn't like that. The chop sticks would work well, though. His mind lifted the burning sticks up from the bowl, the wood separating from the fire and the two circling in the air. A pocket of air in front of him got dense and swirled in front of him. The water tap stopped running through the drain, but directly went to what he was doing, the water forming a globule with the three others before the water went back to the tap.

By the time she was coming back, the four globules sup fast, before running into each other, the 4 elements fusing together, and after the flash, there was a well-crafted katana in front of him, all the elements in balance in it. He took it by the hilt with a sure hand, feeling the weight of it, and smiled.
 
Ravalyn watched, a little in awe, as he fused the four elements together to craft a katana which he now held surely in his hand. She then grinned and set her hand on her hip, her mind turning of the tap in the kitchen now. "Well now, that's impressive," she said with that grin as she padded through the livingroom to sit on the couch next to him. "You did very well, it's flawless," she commented as she looked over it, studying it for a moment, before looking to him and nodding.

Really, she wasn't sure how she had managed to be mated to such an impressive creature as Raziel, but she was and she was proud of how quickly he was coming into his powers. She smiled again and ran her hand over his hair in gentle praise.
 
His head turned quickly as he heard her comment, and he blushed as she walked over to him, praising his ability. "It's nothing." He muttered, blushing but nuzzling up into her hand as she ran it through his hair. His eyes closed, and he put the blade down, moving to lay down with his head in her lap.

His hand reached up and gently stroked her cheek, a soft smile on his blushing face. "What do we do now?" He asked softly.
 
She couldn't help but giggle at the cute blush on his cheek. When he laid his head on her lap, she continued to run her fingers through his hair as he gently touched her cheek. She nuzzled his hand and turned her head to press a kiss to the center of his palm. "We can do anything you'd like. What would you like to do, love?" she asked, still stroking his hair softly with her hand, enjoying the silky texture against the surface of her skin.
 
He heard her words. There was a idea on his mind, and it was evident by the blush that covered his face. But he leaned up and kissed her with a different idea. "Let's go train. I need some practice to get use to my abilities. Please?" He nipped her lip before sitting up, stretching his body out. It was a little taxing to have to move now, he noticed. He was use to being full of energy.
 
She eyed him for a moment, wondering what it was that had caused his face to blush the way it had. Very tempted to ask. Or to peek into his mind and see for herself, but she did not and nodded, climbing up from the couch. She walked back to the bedroom and slid her boots on over her jeans, before leaving with him to walk to the training facility and the lab. There were half and half the same part of the compound and she walked with him there. Some of the lab assitants and techs eyed Raziel warily now that he was out of the stasis tank, but she simply smiled to them and nodded her head. They seemed to rest easy after that.

She took him through another door that was on the other side of the lab, which was a very large sort of gym like area that had all sorts of different types of equipments to train with. Really, anything they needed to train with to become, or stay as, a hunter. "What would you like to do?" she asked.
 
He followed her obediently through the building, saw how the lab workers looked at him and shrunk away from them. He didn't want everyone thinking he was some sort of monster. They eventually entered a large training room with a lot of equipment. Half of it he didn't recognize, at least half of it. He turned his head towards her. "I don't know. What do I need work with?"
 
"Well, let's start with some basics. Being out of the stasis, you're not going to have the endless amounts of energy we fed you. So, you're going to have to condition your body to go for longer and longer amounts of time with physical activities. This is important because when you use your mental powers, that will take a toll on your body as well," she said as she walked to a rack of swords, grabbing up two. She walked back and handed one to him. "Let's try some swords play - your goal here it to knock my sword from my in thirty minutes. If you can, you can claim...hmm, a prize of some sort. We can figure that out later." She said as she stepped back and waited.
 
He listened to her. "Conserve energy. Got it." He looked to her as she tried to give him a sword, but he refused. His eyes closed, and within a minute, his newly-made katana was in his hand. "I would prefer something more attuned to me." He stated, after she said the non-specific reward. He watched her as she waited for him to strike. He studied every bit of her, looking for a opening. He wasted a minute on that, before he jumped forward, doing a delicate stab that would flick on contact with her blade, knocking it aside.
 
She shrugged her shoulders and set the extra blade down then, standing still as she waited. He studied her for a long moment and then he jumped forward and she put on a slight show, flipping back on one hand and coming back to her feet, sword in hand still. She tossed it to her other hand. "You have any idea for prizes?" she asked, charging at him, bringing the blade down from the right to clash against the katana he'd made earlier. She didn't expect him to lose his handle on it, he was a great deal stronger than her she was sure.
 
He saw her dance away rather acrobatically, before attacking him. "No." He answered her question rather straightforward, as he brought the blade up to block. He held the blade expertly, but it wouldn't be that he did that that would shock her, but that he was holding the blade the other way, from the fist down instead of fist up. He jumped back, studying her, flipping the katana around his hand, before he jumped towards her.

His attack was a rather severely strengthened downward slash, but what happened next was rather interesting. He simply disappeared when he got close, and appeared at her right side, his blade arcing upward near her hilt to disarm. He was frozen after a moment from the attack, a little puzzled as to what just happened.
 
Ravalyn jumped back as he expertly blocked her attack, almost in the way she expected him to, besides the way he held the katana. She fell back onto her feet and watched for a moment and then he was coming at her. She braced her legs to block his attack but just at the blades would have met, he disappeared and reappeared, hitting the blade at the hilt causing it to fly out of her hands. It clattered against the floor and she turned towards him, an eyebrow cocked. "Well, it's safe to say that round goes to you," she said, shaking the vibration of the hit out of her hand.
 
His mouth was open, still slightly shocked at what he did, but it slowly turned into a grin. Now, if he could learn to harness that...

He moved and picked up her sword, handing it to her. "Again? Maybe you can try to disarm me." He jumped back, holding his blade in a more defensive position.
 
She took the sword back from him and stood still for a moment, debating. Tossed the sword back and forth between her hands a moment, before taking a tight grip on it and running at him, aiming from the top in a downward slash before she put on a massive burst of speed and dropped, into the splits, and brought the sword to hit his at an upward angle, all within the matter of a second. If it didn't knock the sword from his hand, it would as least jar him a little. Her speed was one of her better abilities.
 
He watched her come towards him, and her attack was predictable. His blade came up slightly to block. But then she quickly dropped down and sent her blade up, pushing up on his blade. It was a suddenly tight grip from his hand that he was able to grab the end of the hilt, before jumping back and resetting his grip on it. He would have to watch out for her, she was faster than he could sense at the moment.

But he was picking up things faster than she could notice, luckily.
 
She used a hand to flip back onto her feet and smiled a little. Almost. If she'd had a little more strength, he probably would have lost his grip on the blade completely. It seemed he still couldn't sense the movements of a vampire in a burst of speed. She decided to try something and ran at him again, running in a full circle, then another, around him with that same speed, before coming out of the blur suddenly to swipe at his blade from the side - again all within a matter of seconds. She knew he was bound to pick up on sensing speed eventually, probably soon, she was making good use of it until then.
 
She seemed to be bathing in the fact she almost disarmed him. Then she charged him and tried to use her speed against him. He didn't let that happen this time, though. By the time she circled around him once, he had focused and warped to the other side of the room, and he watched her attack fail miserably. He hadn't sensed and blocked the speed attack, just knew she would use it and avoided completely.
 
He was gone by the time she'd leapt forward, so she landed on her hand and flipped, twisting in the air to end up facing him when she was back on her feet. "You're getting better at that," she commented, walking towards him a little. Stopping a few feet from him, she was carefully debating what to do, though this time, she realized her speed wasn't going to be her trump card. She slid towards him in a flit, a fast dask, swinging her blade from the left with a burst of both speed and vampiric strength.
 
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