Not all that glitters is made of gold;

A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities.

He stares unmoving upon her as she speaks to him, her voice questioning with the slightest hints of playful teasing. He traps her there in those eyes of blue ice and yellow gold, emotion hidden deep beneath, unreadable to her though she longed to know exactly what it was that he thought when he looked upon her. Even now she still feels that desire, the urge buried deep within her chest that only he has ever drawn out. Even now that strange desire for such a stranger draws her to stare at him with ears tilted forward and eyes hungrily searching the depths of his own. How this reminded her, even now of that time not so very long ago in the fields where they had first met. It was the same now as it had been then; their eyes locked, blue gold to yellow-gold and that ever deep burning desire of love and longing.

He breaks the spell of the silence, drawing her ever wandering thoughts back to the present with the gruff husk of his voice. It is a rather matter of fact response and a coy smirk tugs at the corner of her lips in response. No doubt his usual demeanor, blunt and honest but blunt none the less. Is this what is was like all the time?

She was not given long to dwell on this thought though for he follows suit with action. The broad silvery color of his coat gleams in the sunlight as he moves towards her, closing the distance that separates them. Instinct draws her body into tension, muscles contracting beneath the thick black of her fur in preparation for who knows what. He is still an utter mystery to her. Though he had explained to her that this draw, the feeling of utter need that burned within her chest (and his apparently) was from the imprint that they shared, she still did not know him or what manner of creature he was like except from what little she had seen.

His touch is soft, tender even in the manner that his silver muzzle brushes against the midnight black of her cheek and she finds herself closing her eyes as the tension evaporates at the mere touch of his body against hers. Yes it was there again, that feeling of finally finding her place in this new life. Finally feeling complete. It was him.

He draws back, breaking the contact of his body against hers and she suppresses the soft whine that threatens to echo from her throat. No she would not whine for his touch, he was strong, proud and she would strive to remain the same, to please him. So instead she merely turns to fix him with a soft gaze, tenderness flashing for a mere moment in the depths of those bright yellow-gold eyes of hers. "Ezio...." she murmurs again, letting his name roll softly off her tongue in drawn out syllables. He speaks again, his voice whispering words in some language that was foreign even to her native tongue. Curiously a single ear tilts towards him as confusion flashes through her eyes but she does not trouble him with an explanation. Whatever it was he spoke it was beautiful and rolled smoothly off his tongue in as much the same manner as her own lilted tones spoke his name.

For a moment silence rises between them, leaving both standing in close proximity merely staring at one another, neither bowing nor daring to break the moment. Only the shifting zephyrs still the moment, rising the sleek summer fur along their backs and flattening it once more.

He speaks again and this time it is with the same rather matter of fact tone he had first approached her with. Yes, this must be his usual tone of voice she decides but says nothing and instead stares up at him with a teasing grin slipping across her black lips once more and a devious glitter in those golden eyes. "Yes, I would have preferred that instead of having to track you down myself." she muses, wagging her tail gently despite the playful reprimand in her voice. Ever the playful one she did not expect what to happen next though.

One more he finds a way to still her, this imprint, her imprint. Two bodies sharing a single soul. It was an expression that came to mind when she gazed upon him but still the concept was new to her and hard to understand how perfect strangers could find themselves so at ease together. Even mother and father had had their differences and while as mere mates of course had worked them out still.

He speaks, his tone of voice softening, growing far more tender and gentle than she would have expected as he moves against her again, resting his proud head along her neck, his words resounding deep within her body, echoing through to her soul. Pointed ears fall back, listening intently to the smooth, comforting sound of his voice as he speaks and as fierce as the words should seem they offer nothing but reassurance to her. She had no doubt that he would truly act upon such words but, there is was, that confusion that tugged at her heart now for she also found herself fearing for him. Such words threatened that he might find harm and she would never see that happen. Not to Ezio. Though she had never seen him in action she could not doubt his strength or the hidden power that echoed from each step he took but there was always a chance, always the possibility that someone else might come along, just a bit stronger, sneakier, ruthless. He pauses and she leans into him, nuzzling her own dark muzzle along the strong length of his shoulder, rubbing her elegant head against the grain of the silvery fur, "Then u shall be a secret weapon for I would rather keep you close than send you to war." she murmurs, speaking the words of her soul and not of the confusion in her mind. Such tenderness it was almost unbecoming of her and yet here she was, easily embracing another as if it were something she did on a regular basis. How he has changed her.

He sighs softly and she follows suit with an easy breath of her own. A pledge, his words echo softly against her skin, his hot breath sending a chill coursing through her spine at the strength at which he offered those words. "I'm here for you now. I will be here for you whenever you need me. Whatever you want.". Over and over the words echo through her head. She never fancied herself a gullible creature but sure she could no doubt be naïve at times, however she believed those words with all her soul. "I trust you Ezio..." she coos softly, her long black plume waving slowly in emphasis. The words are no where near as strong as his own and yet she could not find any more suiting than these. Golden eyes close slowly as she inhales his musky testosterone scent and savoring the flavor as it coats her senses and strengthens the image of him in her mind. Strength, power, love.