RP:Animal Ally

Summary: After dropping the 'L' word the night before, Lanara and Largakh decide to take the weekend off from their jobs, families, and charities, and just keep this one weekend to themselves. They sneak off to a remote beach in the corner of Cenril and set up a tent, where they enjoy fishing, playing in the sand, swimming in the ocean, and cooking their catch over an open fire. Later in the day, Lana gifts Larz a stone that she had personally enchanted so that animals wouldn't be able to detect the orc blood in his veins, and so he would be seen as a friend, rather than as a foe.

Cove: The rising cliffs curve back inward just north of the barrier, forming a peaceful horseshoe shaped inlet cordoned off from the outside by rock and wave. The waters quietly pass the breaking jetty, rolling back and forth with gentle lapping movements that have smoothed and cooled the surrounding sands. Sparkles of light catch and dance delicately upon the tranquil sea as the breeze brings with it a salty mist. This calm relaxing spot makes this a favoured hideout for young lovers of all races...An immense crimson-sailed structure bobbing and swaying in the waters to the east appears to be a ship. At the end of the jetty is a tied ferry, anchored with a rope to a thick wooden pillar branded with a strange symbol. This is the only visible means of access to the vessel painting a silhouette on the horizon in the morning's light, though other moorings suggest smaller boats might be used now and then. The area seems to be a lot more busy than usual, without counting them; a fleet of ships appears to be settled on the horizon. They could merely be fishing ships, but something tells you they aren't, and if that is the case, you can almost guarantee that their long nines are trained on this position.

Lanara had woken up just as the sun was rising and she tilted her head to look at the sleeping form of her warrior, a smile slowly sneaking its way onto her face. He was so handsome, and he was all hers! The night before he had confessed that he was in love with her, to which she wholeheartedly reciprocated the words. After that heartfelt moment they had walked hand-in-hand to Cenril and set up a small tent, where Larz held her the entire night and told her stories of the constellations. It was magical, with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, the crackling of the bonfire, and the smell of the ocean air. She snuggles closer, kissing the tip of his nose, and instead of watching the beautiful sunrise, she had her gaze glued upon the half-orc. She preferred the sunset any day, especially since it reminded her of his eyes. The elf was smitten, undoubtedly so, and after a few moments of admiring her man, she slips from his arms and crawls out of the tent. Bunilla Ice was lying on his side, still snug in his cage, though he warily opens one eye as he hears the movement, relaxing when he sees it’s only the elf. Tanner is curled into a little ball, wearing his little vest, and sound asleep with his paws protectively wrapped around one of Larz’s socks. Both of them spent the night in a magically placed barrier, which she fondly refers to as a ‘play pen’ so that they don’t wander off or get into any trouble. Lana pauses a minute to watch them, wrinkling her nose and stifling a squeal at how adorable the puppies snoring is, before she tiptoes from the area. Two hours later she returns to the cove, taking in the beauty of the private beach area, the small stretch of sand, the horseshoe shaped inlet of crystal blue ocean water, and the privacy of the rock walls and foliage. They wouldn’t be disturbed here by anyone or anything, she was sure, and she couldn’t be happier. They had the weekend to themselves! Lana is now wearing a simple orange sundress and leather sandals, and her long hair has been combed pin-straight. A large backpack is shrugged from her shoulders as she drops it to the sand, and if one were to look inside they’d find various types of food and drink, an oversized blanket, a head of lettuce, a bunch of carrots, a small bowl, a small bag of kibble, a dog bone, a wooden spoon, a green bikini,and a purple pair of swim trunks. She had done some shopping at the market, it seems, and she peeks into the tent, to see if Larz has woken up yet, or if he was wandering around the area in search of her whereabouts. It wasn’t like she could leave him a note without parchment or a quill pen!

Largakh woke up slowly and had not noticed Lanara get up, but the first thing he sees is Tanner standing over his head panting while looking down at the half-orc. A grin spreads across his face and Tanner lets out a soft yip to which Larz reaches up and scratches behind his ear. Tanner gives some licks and Larz chuckled before sitting up, “alright, I'm up!” The pup always wakes him up like that as if he was guarding over his partner and the half orc left his shirt off and slipped his baggy sweatpants on to look for some food for his pets. He found a stick and sharpened the end to spear some fish, or try. A half hour passes and all he found was some seaweed that B-ice might eat? Or not. He glances to the puppy pawing around Bunnilla Ice and caught the sight of Lanara, so he abandoned his ‘hunting’ post, dropping his ‘spear’ to lift her up in a bear hug. He stole a kiss before gently setting her feet in the sand and took her heavy bag from her, “you’ve been busy!” He chuckles while taking her hand in his and lacing their fingers together, “you picked a great place, my love.” He grins down at her and brings her over to where they had a fire going last night while Tanner brings a stick that is nearly too heavy for him to carry on over to Lanara, places it at her feet and waits for her to throw it. Larz starts to work on making the fire again in case the food she brought needed to be cooked and if not then they have a nice fire to sit by, but he pulls out a pair of trunks from the bag, “hey! Apparently it’s only my favorite color now.” He gives a teasing grin her way before shamelessly swapping his sweatpants for the trunks, “perfect fit.” His brow quirks up when he sees the green two piece, “wait… Is this one mine?” He puts the top of it on - which looks ridiculous on him! “I am going to be all the rage at the beach volleyball court later,” he gives Lana a little post before untying the top and handing it to her. “So, my love,” he’s really liking the sound of that, “what do you have planned today?” A mischievous grin when he pulled the wooden spoon out before he started chuckling, “is this for the door you broke?”

Lanara is pulled into a bear hug, and she can’t help but giggle as Larz is equally as delighted to see her as she is to see him, and she hugs him tightly, before he lowers her to the sand and steals a kiss. Her cheeks are a pale shade of pink and she looks the happiest that he’s ever seen her, as the half-orc had quite an effect on her mood. This weekend alone would do the both of them some good, as he worked hard all week and was training a puppy, and she had a hell of an adventure in Frostmaw and Venturil. Plus… They both dropped the ‘L’ word! They were overdue for some time that just belonged truly to themselves. As Larz is scanning the items in the bag, she quirks a brow at the makeshift spear and is about to say something, likely a smart ass comment, when Tanner proudly prances her way and narrowly misses her toes with a branch that is nearly triple the size and weight of him. How did he manage to carry that all this way?! Lana is happy to oblige, though the branch is even a struggle for her to lift, so she groans as she picks it up and hurls it about six feet away. Tanner yips in annoyance, as though his mommy had failed at fetch, and as he retrieves it, this time he brings it over to Bunilla, as though the rabbit were capable of doing any better! “Hey! Since when does a bunny play better than mommy?!” Tanner lifts his head, his expressive green eyes focusing on Lana’s chocolate hues as he speaks to her, telepathically, “Mommmmm, I wanna play fetch! You need to work on your muscles and get stronger to play with me more! Ask Daddy for help, he’s a tough guy!” The elf is so taken aback at the sudden mindspeak that issues from the puppy that she momentarily blanches, merely blinking and watching as he returns to barking at the rabbit and pawing at her cage. A minute passes, as Larz is working on the fire and has his back turned to her, and she wonders if she had imagined the whole thing. Only Sigrid was able to speak to her in that way, and it had taken her some time, to develop that ‘bond’ where she was comfortable enough to open that unique line of communication. Lana shakes her head, assuming it may not have happened, as she didn’t get all that much sleep the past week, and she wanders over to Larz, who is now trying on her bikini top! She laughs, hysterically, and then feigns a serious face, “Hm… You know what? We may be onto something. Drag is -all- the rage right now… Maybe Kreekitaka will hire you to be in his next fashion show? You’d rock the catwalk in my -green- bikini, which is apparently my favorite color now!” She winks, and snatches the bikini from his grasps, before she just as shamelessly slips her sundress over her head and steps into her new swimsuit. The sandals are kicked from her feet, and she tucks her hair behind her tapered ears, “I was thinking we could do some fishing, and have some breakfast. There is some fruit in the bag, in case we don’t catch anything. I also brought some bait, and some string… We can make our own fishing poles. Then… We can just lounge around all day?” She’s already plotting mischief, he’d be able to see it in her smirk, and it was likely that he’d wind up buried in the sand, or she’d ‘hide’ and jump out to frighten him. The wicked grin widens as he produces the wooden spoon from the bag, and she’s incapable of hiding the blush that surfaces in her high cheekbones, “Oh… -That- is for later, too.”

Largakh wasted no time in setting up an area where they may fish while he missed the whole ordeal with the mind speak, but he wouldn’t be surprised to find out she has that sort of power over animals. Their first time they met comes to mind and he grins with a soft chuckle, how different things seemed then and long ago even though it wasn't. Tanner eventually brought the large stick over to him and with one hand he tosses it to the other side of their little secluded cove to then watch the pup race after it. Larz and Lana fill a bucket up with enough fish for the two of them all the while laughing and trying to sabotage each other's catches, but all in good fun. Once the fish was skinned, set to fry over the fire and his hands washed he plops down in the sand next to his only, a crooked grin and an arm slips around her waist, “you know what would go great with today? Some rum?” His free hand pulls her bag over to search within and curiously see if she had anything like that in her bag. He didn’t open the bottle yet and just pushed it down in the sand like some natural cup holder, but then took the wooden spoon out to flip the fish and paused, “you mean we are going to use this to stir things up?” A teasing crooked grin of his when he flipped the food and let the other side cook while he took out the fruit she packed so they could snack while they waited. They ate their fresh caught fish and Larz gave a good portion of his own to Tanner if he would have it before relaxing back into the warm sands and looking up into the clear blue skies, “it’s such a nice day to get a tan.” He’s joking of course, unless he wants to look like a grilled string bean or something! He gives Lanara a glance and a crooked grin, “after our food settles, I am going to throw you in the water.” It was a half threat and would probably be more believable if he didn’t just use the ‘20’ minute rule, what a stickler! Tanner found his way onto Larz’s chest and stood there on him like some vigilant protector. “Easy killer,” Larz said humorously and Tanner sat on his butt, right there, on Larz’s rugged abdomen to which he tensed so Tanner wouldn’t tumble off.

Lanara had caught seven fish, to Larz’s pitiful catch count of a mere five, and she’s all too happy to point it out, “Lard! How is it that -I- am the better fisher of us both? I mean, I know that I’m a nice catch and all and that you managed to somehow hook me, but… I really thought you were more skilled in the aquatic department…” She’s teasing, and she gives him a wink, as he fillets the fish, and she sets down a large picnic blanket and pours them some water, though Tanner continuously nips the edge of the blanket and runs off, so it takes her a good twenty or so minutes to get it situated the way she wants. “You are such a beach bum, Tanner! And you are being a little demon right now! The blanket has to stay put!” Tanner growls softly at the scolding and runs circles around their tent, unleashing all that pent up energy from the night before. Lana laughs, shakes her head, and gives her figure a once over in the new swimsuit, which hugged her curves and had a built in push-up bra. She mutters, “Now I know how my sister feels…” as she adjusts the straps, and her gaze trails to the side of her abdomen, where Theo had performed surgery a mere three weeks before. The wound had healed nicely, and that magical paste she had been using had mostly erased the scar, though there was a faint white line where the initial slit had pierced her skin. Her intent is to aid Larz in cooking the fish, though as she walks over she spies a hunk of seaweed draped over Bunilla’s cage, and her eyes narrow. “Lard! Rabbit’s can’t drink salt water, it will dehydrate them! Aw, here, sweets… I bought you some fresh, crispy, unsalted, lettuce.” Tossing the seaweed to the sand, she reaches into her bag and tears a few leaves from the stalk, before slipping them through the gaps of the wire cage, to which the rabbit hops over and begins nibbling, nearly biting her fingers in the process. “Hungry little guy, huh?” A few minutes later, they are both eating the fish that was prepared with spices and lemon, the only staples that were sold at the little market, and Lana even reaches for seconds, as it’s that delicious. “Wow. You sure can cook! I mean… This is amazing. I just may have to hire you as my full time chef.” A wink, as she catches his grin, and watches as he flips another batch of fish with the wooden spoon, the elf choking back a laugh, “Oh yes! It’s for stirring our dessert. But you won’t be getting -any- unless you give me that foot rub that you promised. I’m so going to use that coupon tonight, as I’ve been walking nonstop the past few days.” The bottle of rum is eyed as he sinks it into the sand and she gently elbows him, “Did you plan on drinking that, or playing spin the bottle? I mean… It’s pretty obvious who we’d wind up kissing.” A faint flush rises to her cheeks, though if he teased her, she’d blame sunburn, which the elf thankfully never received, she would tan quite nicely. This thought does raise a question, however, as she quirks a brow, “Larz… Do you burn?! In the sun, I mean… Like.. Humans and fair elves would turn red. But you’re already, well, green… So do you turn like… Black? Or, uh, yellow?” This is said after he ‘threatens’ to toss her in the sea, and she wouldn’t even blame him if she was lifted and hurled into the ocean after that comment, but she was genuinely curious!

Largakh gave Lanara a wink at her ‘great catch’ line and grinned. He could easily be caught taking lingering glances at how Lanara’s figure is cut in her bathing suit and he simply puts it, “I could have caught more if there wasn’t this beach beauty distracting me, but I still take the blame for I thought I was stronger than that.” A soft chuckle, “you make me impossibly weak.” After setting up the beach blanket and being scolded he apologizes, “I wasn’t sure how long you’d be gone and I had to give him something, I’m sorry my love.” The mention of dessert gets his attention and he looks her up and down, “yea? You are lookin’ like a snack right now,” he works on the rum and takes a generous sip before offering her some while they wait for their food to settle, “a foot rub? I can do,” after she sips or doesn’t sip and sets the bottle down he motions for her to lay back then rest her feet on his lap. He laughed a bit harder than he usually does at her sudden interest of his skin care, “no, I’ll be fine, my skin is a little thicker than my one half because of the orc half. I’m surprised it didn’t become scaley or knobbly like most of the orcs I’ve seen in Gualon.” His hands start to work on her feet, making sure not to press too hard into the arc of her foot because it’s a pressure point. Working the ball of her feet and the heels, “tell me when you want me to stop.” He watched his hands work on her feet and glances over to her face, “have I ever told you that you’ve got the cutest little feet?” As soon as she motions that she’s satisfied with his work on her feet he stands up and helps her up as well, holding onto a hand, “how’s that feel?” Once he got the answer he pulled her arm over his shoulder and bent down to toss lift her onto his shoulder in order to sprint towards the water while lightly pinching her sides in a tickle so he defensed her useless! For an orc he moves fast as he uses the orc strength to push himself faster than most and his narrow build helps as well, but they were at the water in no time and he enters in waist deep before giving her a toss. He dives in after her and swims under the water until he finds her and gives her more playful tickles under the cover of the water, maybe also sneaking a feel.

Lanara blushes as he refers to her as a ‘distraction’ and that she makes him ‘weak’ though if truth were to be told… She feels exactly the same about him! His smoldering gaze, the taut muscular arms, and that smirk? It was a miracle she caught anything besides seaweed, with her green merman fishing at her side! “Don’t apologize, Larz! I’m only teasing. Thankfully, Bunilla didn’t eat any of it, so we’re good!” She could never scold him in a cruel way, so she softens the blow by giving him a wink and taking a small sip of the rum. She makes a face and passes the bottle his way, never one for drinking hard liquor, unless it was masked by something fruity or chilled. With a girlish giggle, she kicks off her sandals, and rests her feet on Larz’s lap. Lying back on the blanket, folding her hands across her stomach and closing her eyes, she practically purrs as he delivers one of his award winning massage’s. This was heaven! Lana may have magic flowing through her veins, but Largakh had magic in his touch, as he gently kneads her feet, making sure not to apply too much or too little pressure. He then tells her to tell him when she’s had ‘enough’ and she nearly falls asleep from how content she is, though a yip from Tanner has her opening her eyes and giving a nod, sad to see the massage end. Lana wiggles her toes as he compliments her pretty feet, her toenails painted a bright shade of pink, and she laughs, shaking her head. “I bet you say that to all the ladies, Lard!” She sits up and removes her feet from his lap, trying not to chuckle as she imagines the half-orc covered in scales, “So… Orcs are like dragons? I mean, their flesh? I never really thought of it, like that… But with scales they won’t have to shave or grow any facial hair… Why am I thinking about this in such depth, now? What is wrong with me?!” Another giggle escapes her, and he’d see just how happy he makes the elf, as she’s all smiles and carefree when in his presence. There was nothing else in the world that mattered, aside from their time together. He helps her to stand up and she leans in for a kiss, “Thank you, my feet feel so much bet-” she squeals as she’s lifted over his shoulder, and mercilessly tickled. She’s a combination of issuing threats and giggling hysterically, as she tries to escape his mean tickles, “Put me down!” she yells as he walks them into the sea, and he obliges! By tossing her into the water a few feet away! She surfaces after a minute, “Ohmygosh! It’s freezing!” Looking around she feels his hands pawing at her derriere from beneath the water, and she dives under, grabbing a hold of the hem of his swim trunks and firmly yanking them to his knees. Two could play at this game! She aims to swim off after her sneak attack and as she resurfaces she can’t help but giggle as Tanner is yipping at the water’s edge, too scared to take his first swim, but wanting in on the fun.

Largakh winks, “yeah, I am totally one of these creepy feet fetish people.” Then she was inquiring about orcs, but he doesn’t know entirely too much, “not sure, next time we’re in Gualon lets stop by the orc encampment and conduct an interview.” He mischievously grins at her again and of course kissed her when she leaned in. When she de-pantsed him in the ocean he quickly pulled them back up before chasing her back down easily because of her little legs, “not so fast shorty!” He playfully tackled her down to the wet sand where the waves just stopped and he propped himself over her, “that’s not fair.” He leaned down to nip the point of her ear and it was an easy target as she was stomach down in the sand, but if she wanted to escape it was probably easier from her advantage. Tanner sped over and playfully trotted around them if there wasn’t an arc of a wave washing up around them. Suddenly it all felt so romantic, the sun, the sand, the beach campfire and the waves as he stops his tickling to lower down and place a soft kiss on her cheekbone very slowly, but it was all just a distraction as his hand ever so sneakily untied the string to her top without her realizing. Larz then stands up and starts to walk into the water, “I bet I could swim around this cove faster than you.” Once she stands up to take this challenge on he would see he just pranked her! “Hah! I got you good!” But maybe it’s actually more torture for him and Tanner comes in with the assist! He thinks ‘ohhh new toy! Thanks mommy!’ while taking the bikini top in his teeth and taking off like a little rocket - he was so fast. “I swear that wasn’t planned.” He was chuckling heartily now while Tanner was shaking the garment in his grasp and growling like it was the funnest game getting all the strappys to fling around his little head. Once both Larz and Lana got anywhere near close to catching him, he dives for the nice tent they made up as if that would keep him safe.

Lanara laughs hysterically as he refers to her as ‘shorty’ and splashes him as she plans her escape to shore, her long wet hair clinging to her slender frame, as she feels the sand beneath her feet. However, Larz had caught up with her by this point, with his much longer frame, and she’s tackled and pinned to the sand, as the waves crash softly against their feet. “Greeny!” She’s then tickled and nipped, and relishing in the moment, though she’s pretending she despises him having the upper advantage, and she issues a threat of her own, “I’m going to bury you in the sand when you least expect it, Lard!” Her giggling draws the attention of Tanner, who then douses her right cheek in puppy licks, as Larz presses his form against her and runs his lips along her left cheek. She shivers, from more than the chill of the water at her feet, and she tilts her head to give Larz a longing glance, as he slowly pulls back and delivers a challenge. She quirks a brow, not having the slightest inkling that the straps of her new bikini top were untied by her sneaky lover, and she springs up from the sand, all excited to prove him wrong. She could command the element of water, after all, so maybe the waves would give Larz just a little more trouble than usual, while propelling her further out to sea! She feels a sudden breeze, feels the straps brush against her knee, and then sees the blonde puppy take off with her top! “You little-” unable to finish the sentence, the brunette rounds on Larz, her gaze full of suspicion as he laughs and laughs and laughs, claiming that he hadn’t planned on his partner in crime taking off with half of her newly purchased swimsuit. Tanner is running laps around the beach, growling , and having a grand time, his butt wiggling in the air as he wags his tail from side to side, daring the witch to pry the fabric from his sharp teeth. As Lana nears him, he takes off -again- always being just out of reach. Topless, she tries to cover up, her gaze darting from the tent to the ocean, as though weighing her options, when Larz exits the water and tries to chase after the teething terror, chasing the puppy into their tent. “We have him cornered!” One hand covering her bare upper half, her gaze still tossing daggers at Larz, she retreats into the privacy of the tent, where she snatches the top from Tanner, and gives him a half-hearted scolding, though her giggles soon return. “And to think I worked on a special present for you, Lard! Clearly you don’t need my help, as you already won this little guy over, and have him doing your bidding!” She laughs and shakes her head, before slipping her hand into the bag and producing a circular, smooth, stone, which she deposits into his open palm. “It’s… It’s an animal ally stone… So the more docile animals won’t sense your orc blood. Specially enchanted… I had to travel all over and work up a pretty lengthy spell. So, please, don’t lose it!” As he looks over the stone, and perhaps tries it out on Bunilla, she struggles with tying the straps on her bikini top, all the while glowering at the dog.

Largakh followed her in the tent and laughed as she finally got her top back while Tanner yelps playfully before darting back out of the tent to play with Bunilla. When she said she had a gift for him, “aw what? I didn't get you anything though.” He pretend to look bummed, but as soon as she presented it and explained what it does he looks thoughtful, “uh…” it was such a nice thing and be was deeply touched, “a rock… My favorite.” Trying to crack a joke to cover up how much it meant to him, but he couldn't pretend, “Lanara. This is so… extraordinary.” He put the rock safely in her bag for now and leaned towards her, across the blankets that they slept on last night and tenderly planted a kiss on her lips. “You're so amazing, you know that right?” He asked with his forehead pressed to hers, “I love you.” He plants another loving kiss on her lips and another until she laid back onto the blankets once more. “Now I'm excited to be helping you with your work and it means so much to me that you want me there,” he looked down at the woman he loves and caressed some wet hair from her face.

Lanara can see how touched Larz is by her little gift, and she shrugs her shoulders, for it meant a lot that he wanted to be in her world, as much as she wanted him to be in her world. The stone was necessary, for without it, there would always be that struggle for him to fit in with the animals at her sanctuary. She lifts her head to meet his lips for a tender kiss and she smiles, shaking her head, “No… -You- are the amazing one! Even if you trained the dog to run off with my undergarments…” Jesting, she laughs, though her smile softens as he rests his forehead against hers and utters those three words. She’d never get tired of hearing him profess his love! “I love you, too.” Larz brushes the wet locks from her face, and she leans in for another kiss, and snuggles closer. “I can’t wait until we try it out on some of the animals. I see lots of bonding coming up! Pretty soon you’ll need your own animal sanctuary!”