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Willow stayed silent for a while, yet her eyes opened in surprise when she felt something touching her hair. Yet gently they slipped closed again. "Love can kill nymphs, thats why we are so few in numbers. Rare to even meet one in eternal life, we hide away in our element, tending to our nature, the woodlands, the water, the sea, the sky, the fire. Sure we tease, have fun, but adoring and addictiveness leads to death on the receiver or the giver. Don't fall down a path where you fall over and can't get back up Kithoras. I can't be there to help you back up.." She spoke the harsh truth in her soft voice as her hands cling to him expecting his comfort.

Willow's words made his ears go up...

The things she was speaking seemed to make his eyes close and his body to go even more still for it was like he couldn't move any part of his body. Kithoras was finding it hard to understand what she was saying but it was all to clear to him now that she was trying to protect him. Lowering his ears fully along with his head did he finally make his body move by getting down onto both of his knees and taking both of her hands into his own while looking to her. The features of the wolf showed a loving and caring grin, the same kind of grin his mother would do when he was a little boy who was upset by being bullied. "I understand. I fully will take your words to heart, but be yourself and be happy.", after saying this did his eyes close as he stood fully up and he begun walking down the steps with his head low.

To fully understand love he would go the length to keep Willow alive...

Willow blinked as she felt him move. Yet what he did next surprised her, he was on knees, his features looked odd, to her, but she understood to what they are, love and caring. A look of worry not for herself, but for him. What was he doing? Then he spoke words to her. She was herself wasn't she? She didn't quiet understand that. After all Willow doesn't tend to not understand something, but she understood love. Kithoras's paws slipped away from her hands as he walked away. Willow frowned creased her soft features. A breeze brushed past her, her bear feet moved quickly to the top of the stairs. "Kith!" She speaks a bit louder then what she normal does. Hoping that she'll halt him in his steps. "At least enjoy the view with me, even for a few minutes.." She spoke as her voice trails off slightly into the silence, her eyes looking down to her bare feet then up to the males back. The view was spectacular, it looks CGI but it was indeed real, the rare sight of beauty was hard to come by. "Please.. even if it for a few seconds.." She spoke again she didn't just want him to walk away after saying that, even if she didn't understand it at all.

His name was called stopping him...

Kithoras slowly looked back to Willow with his wolf features disappearing from view and all that was seen was him in his human appearance. The words she spoke of wanting him to watch the view with her made his face change some to one of complete acceptance. Softly he nodded as he walked up the steps but stopping a step from her as he looked toward the view with his features calm with a oddness behind his eyes. Kithoras saw the kindess Willow gave to another life form, she accepted him in his appearance of a wolf, and she allowed him to sleep and sung things to him and that he was sure of. As he watched the view did he place his right hand up to his chest as if trying to stop his own heart of beating so much.

How much he wanted to...

Relief flood Willow's soul, good he wasn't being... weird? She turned and stepped towards the railings to look at the view her eyes seem to glaze over the watching it, taking in the small details. She did noticed that he changed too back to human. Yet he gaze stayed on the scene in front of her. Drawing in the moonlight, water, the wind, the sound of fireflies, frogs and whatever else lived here in the nighttime. Willow smiled and her emeralds slipped. She turned away from the scene she had enough of it now it was craved into her memory. She walked down the steps slowly stopping slightly behind Kithoras, her hand rose and touched his back gently. ".." Nothing was spoke, her touch on his back said it all, she was now leaving. As her Hand Slipped of his back on the next silent step down she vanished into thin air. Only sound were a few water droplets echoing within the air. She vanished as if she was water in a desert.

(Willow Wynters Exited the area.)

Kithoras was at a loss for words...

Willow and him watched the sight together and then it came to a end when she left and the one touch he felt was on his back and that made his heart stop. Closing his eyes for a moment did he look back to see that Willow was not there anymore and he frowned some while looking down. When he was a child his mother said it was alright to cry over things that made one cry. Kithoras's father spoke of a true man crying over something once loved and lost. When the sight came to a end did he softly sat down on the step with his head held low and his eyes closed. No tears were shed even though he seriously wanted to cry. Willow was a beautiful women who had heart, her heart was enough to make his jump for joy and yet...

Kithoras didn't know what to do and as he sat there did his appearance slowly change to his wolf appearance again. Looking at his reflection did he notice that his eyes were indeed close to crying and as he continued to watch himself did the tears finally fall as his wolf ears lowered and his face was hidden behind his paw like hands. How much he didn't want to cry but he had to or else he wouldn't feel better. The night was his only friend for the longest time and when silence claimed the area did he finally leave with faint tears still rolling down his cheeks which were covered in fur.

His heart that once jumped for joy was lodged in his throat as if trying to escape his body and these feelings.

(Kithoras left the area)