Until further notice (like after the arc with Kazuma is done), Elyana and Elliot will be back home, burying a member of their pack and doing a bit of training and such. It's likely Jess will not be available at that time, as well.

It seemed the No Moon shifted in her mood as rapidly as mercury, as she went pliant beneath Elliot, almost submissive in his arms, when just earlier she'd been aggressive and dominant. Her head went where he jerked it, making a soft sound in her throat. That sound turned into a whimper as he kissed and traced with his tongue. Her fingers combed and tugged in his own golden mane, though the tugging is more erratic. It's reactionary, instead of purposeful. Her nails scrape over his scalp. She seemed willing, even hoping, to be lead wherever would please him.

Amber eyes aware, she watched as Elliot crawled towards her. She had moments to decide on her course of action, and in the end, she chose to go with instinct. That was the lesson, in the end. She moved with him, leaning back as he came above her. "Practice does make perfect, hmm?" She leaned up slightly, nipping at his jaw.

Ely leaned back, then allowed herself to relax onto her back. The No Moon looked up at the man above her, and somewhere, she'd set aside the game. Her words were flirtatious, teasing, but it wasn't a game. It was fun, being playful. His move.

The No Moon's eyes crossed playfully. She pointed at the crossed eyes. "If they get stuck like this, it's your fault." She made a show of knocking either side of her head, and they uncrossed, one at a time. She gave a giant mock sigh of relief before she dissolved into giggles. Still smiling merrily, she tried to find the exact place she should start.

Her brow furrowed, as she tried to consider it. "You...do not make anything easy, my love. You're going to find that the instincts of the other side of you are going to get stronger and stronger. It will begin to make hunting and tracking much easier. Though, there are certainly other instincts that will be likely to get your attention, as well." 

Lya had said the last part as delicately as she could. And she prayed he'd pick up the subtext within it. Because in no way could she go further into it, without touching on her own experiences. And that would just be embarassing. It was never so bad with the other young changers she'd den mothered, but then, she'd also never been rolling in bed with them. Though part of her knew she'd have to be prepared for odd questions.

Lya shook her head, face still buried against his shoulder. There was no way she was sharing that thought with him. Slowly, the color faded from her face, but she still avoided his eyes for the moment. She doesn't pull away from the Crescent Moon, remaining curled against him.

She smiled, and in a bid to get him away from the subject, she turned that sweet smile on him. "Anything you're curious about with being a wolf? Any questions, cher?" She asked, eyes on his face as her head rested against him.

Ely chuckled, leaning into his arms. "Too true. Didn't know if you'd guess after the answer so quickly." She nuzzled her face into his neck, kissing the curve. The wounds on either side of his neck were gone, courtesy of the heightened healing they did. Her hand raised, the fingertips brushing over where the wounds had been.

She looked at him, nuzzling nose to nose sweetly. "Just remember, that's how you get back to this form. Remember the reasons that this form is yours. Remember why you want to come back to it. Hold onto that, cher. It'll always bring you back." She leaned into him, curling with him a bit more. A bond made. Those instincts made the No Moon even more of cuddler than she already was.

"You'll need a bit of training to get used to your form, and what it can do. Your resiliency is heightened, as is your stamina. Likely, your strength will be heightened. Your senses will be something that will both delight you and disgust you. You might be amazed at how many terrible odors there are out there. And your sense of smell will find them all." She laughed soflty as she laid her head on his shoulder. Her laughter trailed off as a thought struck her. It made her blush red to the roots of her hair. She hid her face in his shoulder to shield the reaction.

The wolf kept looking back over her shoulder, watching him. Her tongue lolled in it's canine grin, and her tail whisked the air happily like a furry metronome. Once she saw him shift completely, that tail wagged harder. She yipped softly, picking up her pace. Their chase wasn't done yet.

She would, however, tire long before he would. He was working off of the adrenaline of his first real change, and with a fresh body, while she had kept her form the entire time, and hadn't stopped moving. She'd barely slowed in that time. Slowly, Lya had begun losing her speed. He'd have estimated that they been running full out together for about 20 miles. Lya had been doing that more even longer by herself.

Still, her loss of speed had the ability to bring her more than within his reach for a nip at her hindquarters, or for him to come alongside her or even pounce on her, though that might end up being messy with both running in a sprint. He's also fairly sure that she knows he's close, simply because occasionally, her tail wags and the fur brushes his muzzle lightly.

By my eyes, there are a few too many powers all together. It's a bit overwhelming. A little bit too much, I think. On this one, I'd like to see the other admins weigh in, as well. I can't really find a place to cut off. Anyone have any ideas?