Fearless [Azael]

[Shy]

Home was comforting, just as it always was. Today was a special day for Iseret. She had recieved her items from the guild and brought them home. With Azael doing his own thing, would it really hurt if she tried on her items? She slipped into their bedroom and began to slip the glove on. It took her a moment or two of messing with it before she figured out how to use the blade. Well, once that was all done, she switched out the schilling bag that hung on her thigh to the bag that held her special feathers. They were light, so wouldn't be much more weight than her money bag. Besides, she didn't want to bring her money along with her when she was doing things. There would be no use for it. She placed her mask over her face before carefully slipping her hood over it. Now her outfit was complete.

The she cat had to admit it looked rather odd like this. She never expected herself to be looking like this or even be in a guild. Something was still worrying her about all this. She was sure her mate was not feeling the same as her, seeing as they were in the same guild. She stood up as she looked at herself in the mirror before sitting back down on their bed, sighing.

[Pyris | Renly Grimm]

The large tom was on his way home, his mane pushed back behind his ears as the brown locks seemed to have been irritating his face, the day so far was a good one, as he also had received his items for the guild though was having a hard time picking a mask for his Alias. With a sigh, the jailer shrugged at the thought... he'd figure it out sooner or later. Raising a icy gaze from the ground to the road ahead, they'd soon be filled by the cozy looking cottage that he called home and by the looks of it, Iseret was already home but he couldnt really confirm such til he reached the door. Groping the handle and pushing inwards, the wooden door would budge and slide open... Guess she was home, the cat was the only other that had key.

Azael would seem to hesitate though, the door only cracked as he stood infront of it, seeming not to want to open it fully. He watched the door step, a movement of his throat signalling a feeling of uneasy and discomfort as he swallowed hard. The wind would release his hair from its holding after a brief moment before his maul opened to release a deep voice calling out to Iseret, as if checking if she was .. actually really present, his voice cracking slightly as it hinted of paranoia.

[Shy]

Iseret looked through her items and pulled out the vial of poison that she had been given. She had never thought of herself as using something like this. She was someone who was once holy and never hurt a soul in her life. She wondered if she would even be able to bring herself to do such a thing as hurting or evening poisoning someone. Maybe if she was lucky all Snow would have her do was be a scout and just watch over the other members of the guild. Then again, guess it would be expected of all the guild members to at least do some fighting. Another sigh passed through her lips as she continued to look over the poison.

The she cat looked up as she heard a noise at the door, but no one coming inside. Her heart began to race. Was it her mate or was it someone sneaking into her home? Surely if this was her mate then he would come in without hesistation. If it was him, why was he doing this? Just in case this was someone else, she kept her new attire on. She moved and hid behind the door that led to their room. This way at least if someone came in she could close it and try out her new hidden blade. She remained quite. She was not going to make it clear to the person that she was home, just in case this was in fact someone other than her mate.

[Pyris | Renly Grimm]

His rounded audits perked, listening for anything but to his fear, there was no response. Ears flicking back , the tom looked around before pushing the door in and stepping in the house, those blue eyes whipping around the room, looking desperately.

"Iseret?" he called again, louder and his voice hinted with a bit more fear apparent as adrenaline began to pulsate through his limbs, waiting for someone to come out with the blood of his mate on his paws. It was then he heard a shuffle coming from their room and he immediately turned and strode for the sound, his paw slipping to his sword that was sheathed loyally at his side, a grimace plastered along his features and worry burned in his eyes.

[Shy]

Iseret stopped as she now heard the voice of her mate calling out to her. So it was him after all. She looked at herself and didn't really want him seeing her like this. She soon quietly began to take off all the items she had recieved and hide them away. It wasn't hard really since there were quite a number of places to hide things. She smiled as she took off the last item, her hidden blade, and placed it with the others. She soon noticed him looking into the room and came out of her hiding place. "Sorry love. I didn't hear you call for me so I thought you might have been a theif or something." She purred softly as she nuzzled him. She turned towards the bed and noticed something. There on the bed was her coin bag. If this was the case then.... oh no...

[Pyris | Renly Grimm]

He could feel himself pulling the long sword from its sheath, the metal slipping gracefully from the leather slowly, and would be dragged half from it until he entered the room and was greeted by his mate with a nuzzle though the affection wasn't returned right away. The Brute looked about the room, those eyes clearly somewhere else for the time being, and if Iseret's head was still against his chest, there would be a slight chance she would hear his heart racing. A sigh slipped from his nostrils before Azael returned the sword fully in its holder and looked down at his beautiful wife, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting hug. After a moment, he'd release her with a faint smile as he reached to raise her head with one of his digits under her chin then move around the feline in silence, rubbing his paws along his face.

"How was your day?" Aza would finally pipe up, breaking his silence as he undid his belt, setting it beside a nightstand before he'd plop himself on the bed, burying his face into the covers and pillows... until his paw brushed something, and then gripped it, feeling the coins shift with the movement of his digits. "Hmm?" the tom looked up, propping himself on his other arm, while those icy eyes gazed over Iseret's coin pouch. "Ya dropped something love.." he'd mutter, looking to the spot she kept her coin purse, though when he noticed another bag replaced it, he'd furrow his brows in confusion. "Uh.. Ya got a new bag?..."

[Shy]

Iseret was glad to see that it was in fact her mate that was home, but she was a bit worried about the way that he was acting. He was still holding his sword, even after showing her affection and that it was just her. She had hoped he was not in one of his moods. She could hear his heart beating as she rested against him, waiting for him to calm down. She relaxed once she noticed him put the sword back away and gave her a hug. It wasn't much, but she was just glad that the situation hadn't gotten worse.

The she cat followed the tom to their bed and laid down on her side. She really didn't want to bother him any, especially after that little event, though she did face him, feeling it would be rude for her to face away from him. She looked to the coin purse as he held it to her and even pointed out the bag that she was now wearing. She gently took the coin purse from his grasp and undid the strap on her leg, laying her items down on the floor next to them. "Kind of I guess..." Really she had more than she was showing but she didn't know what her mate would think if he saw her new items. Maybe it was just best to keep them hidden for now. She soon turned back and faced her mate smiling. "Oh well... I haven't really done much today... just went looking through some shops in the market..."

[Pyris | Renly Grimm]

Azael continued to watch her, those icy blue hues seeming to burn with curiosity and a bit of doubt, it was true... he should trust his mate but it wasnt often that the two changed their attire and when they got something new, it was usual for them to share what they had bought, not to mention she was just acting weird. Cocking his head to the side, and moving those brown locks from his line of sight, he once again knitted his brows, "Iseret, is there something you're not telling me?" he asked, sitting up.
"Did someone hurt you ? ... Is everything okay?" Aza seemed to nudge her with questions, his princess was not to be touched, or harmed.. and whatever was bothering he'd sure take care of it.

[Shy]

Iseret looked over to her mate. She could see that he was catching on. She wanted to tell him about the guild, but even if it was her mate she was not sure if Snow would approve of her doing so. Besides if she did tell him would it put him in danger? Oh why did she have to worry so much? She moved her ears down as he sat up and began to ask her questions. Her heart raced a bit as she tried to decide if she should tell him or not. She began to undo the bag and carefully laid it on a nearby stand so that the feathers inside didn't really make any noise. She shook her head as she took her coin purse back. "No Azael... no ones hurt me... I'm just worried about something..."

The she cat closed her eyes as she rested her head on the pillow, gaze facing her mate. She tried to think of something else she could say and then thought of something. "It wasn't too long ago... I had used my dagger to actually hurt someone... it worries me that I might have to use it more and don't really know how to use it or if I can hurt someone..."

[Pyris | Renly Grimm]

A ear twitched at the silence, still watching her with the same confused look but when she finally began to answer him, those rounded raised to hear what she had to say. It would come to a surprise that she had to use her dagger, or that any would even try to her hurt her and just the words passing through her lips made the Saimese's temper boil, feeling his hackle raise a bit but would soon force himself to calm down, knowing that there was nothing he could do now.
Sighing, Azael looked away from Iseret, staring out the one window that occupied their room. Opening his maul, he was about to protest her worry but shook his head instead, thinking. The Jailer couldn't always be there to protect his mate, as much as he wanted to be, admittedly, so maybe it was best she learned to use some sort of defense. Swallowing, the tom looked back at her, and gave a faint smile.
"Maybe its time, you learned a thing or to then... "

[Shy]

Iseret frowned as she could see that her mate had taken a slight mood change when she had mentioned using her dagger. Was he just getting worried about her? Nothing much really happened. It was just when she had met that tom Miles. All he did was grab her and tried to drag her along somewhere, but she used her dagger to get free. At the time it didn't seem like such a big deal, but looking back on it, she didn't like that she had actually hurt someone. She really only wanted to use her dagger for defense, not attack. She leaned gently against him, waiting for him to calm down.

Once he was, the she cat moved back and sat up. He had mentioned then of her learning something. Learning what exactly? To use her dagger? Even if she did know how to use it, there was still that lingering worry of hurting someone. She moved to his side and looked out the window. "How is it that you're so fearless? You're not afraid of hurting anyone are you?"

[Pyris | Renly Grimm]

Azael wrapped a arm around her, leaning back against the headboard, pillows propping him up as he watched out the window again and listened as his mate began to speak again. The questions though, would be followed by a eriee silence as the male continued to gaze at the window and after a moment a sigh would be released from his nostrils.
"I found out first hand how nasty life and the ones in it can be... How suddenly it can slip apart, and how there are a lot in this world that wouldn't hesitate to rip the life from you." The tom cat would mutter, his eyes still locked to the shuffling of trees outside, and the passing of the leaves as they danced gracefully in the wind. "Fear is a emotion I had to learn to get over in my career, when I was in the military... if you sit there.. for just one second to long, to even think about what you're doing. Dead. Without a second thought." Azael shifted and looked to the bed, " But I am afraid of hurting at least someone... the only one that gives my life meaning anymore, Iseret." he'd turn and kiss the top of her head. " I love you."

[Shy]

Iseret purred gently as she felt the tom wrap an arm around her. She followed him as she leaned back on the bed, but also leaned gently against her mate. She smiled as she listened to him speak. She remembered him telling her about being a soldier before he had become a jailer. In fact if she recalled correctly he was still a soldier when she first met him. Sometimes moments like that seemed like they just happened yesterday. He was right though. Being a soldier was tough and you were expected to take the lives of others. She had never had the experience that he had, so the fear stuck with her.

The she cat's ears moved up as his tone seemed to change. He was afraid of hurting someone? She never actually really expected to hear that from him. As she contiued to listen and accept his kiss, she understood. He was afraid of hurting her. She didn't think there would be any way he could, but she wasn't going to tell him that. She leaned up a bit and ventured for a kiss on his muzzle before nuzzling him. "I love you too Azael."

[Pyris | Renly Grimm]

A smile formed on his scarred features at the kiss and nuzzle, snugging her close. It was nice to have her here with him, he didn't know what he'd do without Iseret, to be that lonely tom again that wondered around like he was the only soul in the world... she brought new light into his eyes, and refilled his life with emotion and the best of all happiness. Though just as it seemed the were becoming ensconced within their room, atop the bed together, the male would retract his arm from her with a playful smirk and would attempt to gently shove her off the bed quickly before darting off the bed and out the door, down the hall way in laughter. She wanted to be taught how to use her dagger and defend herself, and he'd sure teach her. His way.

[Shy]

Iseret was glad to have Azael in her life. She couldn't imagine it any other way. If it wasn't for him, she would likely still be a priest and not having much time to herself. She snuggled close and purred as they were both taking in the moment. It was nice to spend time with her mate like this. It was as if all her worries seemed to vanish.

Just as the she cat was relaxing, she felt the tom take away his hand away and then gently push her off the bad. She landed on the floor on her side, but she didn't get hurt. She was just a bit confused as to why he would do such a thing. She turned her gaze back to him as he got up and ran down the hall, laughting. Was he just playing around with her? She titled her head a bit before she got up and began to follow him. "Is this some little game of your's love?"