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Tugging on her coat Sirse made a few last minute adjustments to her wardrobe. The fit was well, though a little revealing in areas, and only with a few well placed heating packs was the cold kept at bay. Admiring her selection a twinge of guilt had crept over her as she pondered how much the winter gear had cost, yet she hoped Gus would like it. He, after all had encouraged her to wear the glove tight leggings that had become so popular with the changing season.The fabric stretched with her legs as she walked, though she made sure to keep her now fluffed tail down, as to preserve a small amount of her modesty. He would no doubt like it, and that though made her smile. That and the small stash of snowballs she had been preparing while her lover slept. All she had to do was wait for him to step out of the safe, warm cabin, and right into firing range of her deadly artillery of ice and snow.
Around her the thick wet flakes danced in swirling motions, lighting on her nose and ears until she shook them off. She was tempted to wake him, but thought better of it, no, she would let him sleep as he had done for her, it was the least she could do especially with what she had planned for him this weekend.
Grinning, she packed another snowball and added it to her arsenal.
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Thank you, she is all geared up for winter. 
Sirse, also stars in a few other pieces in the gallery if you want so see more of her. She is just that fun to draw.
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Thank you, she's even more so in her summer wear. I believe there are a few pieces of her in the gallery, showing off.
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You are welcome, Code-Shark. ^^
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Gus awoke to find Sirse gone. He groggily struggled to remember the previous night’s coupling. They had made mad, chaotic love late into the night, each time his vixen had used her fey power to awaken the beast within him. He knew it taxed her as well as him so he was surprised to find she had awakened before him. He stood up and made his way to the bathroom to check to see if she was there and to complete his morning ablution.
Not finding her there, he sniffed about, finding that her scent lay strongly everywhere in the cabin. It being a small space, he couldn’t see where she could be hiding given the training he had gained from her first paw. He did notice, however, that several pieces of clothing she had purchased were missing.
“Ah, no doubt, my sly little minx is out there, waiting to ambush me,” he thought. “Let’s see if we can make this interesting.“
He quickly dressed for the cold weather, donning the various technical base layers but foregoing a winter coat since he had enough fur and fat to keep the cold at bay temporarily. Thankfully, he had the foresight to order everything in white. He then sneaked out the back door and circled around, hunkering down to keep himself close to the snow-covered ground in order to escape her detection. He knew he only had one chance in order to catch her by surprise and he wanted to make it count.
He found her crouched behind a tree, her tail waving about in anticipation, a large mound of snowballs beside her. The sight of her rear covered in fur-tight leggings threatened to derail his train of thought as it brought back memories of their previous night’s lovemaking. Unable to contain his primal lust at the luscious sight of his mate, he quickly pounced at the same time emitting a loud growl in order to catch her off-guard.
Sirse whirled at the sound of his growl, her eyes widening at the sight of an eight foot eight hundred pound behemoth sailing in mid-air at her. She barely had time to brace herself for the impact while quickly summoning a protective spell to deflect the brunt of his attack.
Having pinned his mate down in the snow, Gus proceeded to shower her with kisses, nibbling the unprotected areas of her neck and bare midriff. As she began to respond in kind, he quickly scooped up some of the snowballs and held them over her head.
“Did you make these for me? You shouldn’t have,” he said. “Oops...” as he lost his grip on one of the snowballs which promptly fell into the enticing crevasse of Sirse’s ample cleavage.
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Shrieking a silent scream as the snow worked its way into her cleavage, Sirse struggled, frantically trying to unpin her arms that her lover held at bay. This only worsening the problem as more snow seeped down between her breasts. Back arching she pressed herself against him, in a struggle to shake some of the half melted snow out, as she jerked and flailed about, her hand frantically trying to reach around his massive arm to reach the zipper. All the while her fingers dancing in half formed words.
‘No! Supposed to be – Asleep – Cold! Cold! Cold! Its melting!’ Sirse’s hands flew. ‘Let me up! It’s sinking into my fur! Your deeeeead – ‘Her hand shaking violently at the last word.
Trapped by her lover, and seeing he was clearly enjoying himself Sirse struggled, then looking up grinned broadly. A whiff of Fey powers, assaulted Gus’s senses, though they were not directed at him, instead, at the tree under which he had pinned her.
With a sluffing groan, the branches loosing their accumulated snow load, Sirse’s fingers flashing. ‘Ha!’ Just before an avalanche of white powder descended upon both of them in a ‘whump!’
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As he struggled out of the white darkness that enveloped them, Gus kept his grip on his struggling mate, grinning like a banshee at what she had done. He scooped her up and ran quickly into the cabin, spurred on by the fact that the snow had also made his way underneath his base layer and the cold was becoming unbearable despite his thicker fur.
Once inside, he headed for the bathroom where he ran a hot bath for the both of them. He shucked off the wet base layers as helped her get out of her wet clothes, rubbing his paws over her cold exposed parts to warm her up. He knew she would know he was using it as an excuse to be pawsy. Still, if she allowed him to do so, it meant she didn’t mind. As he drew her nearer to him for a kiss, he let his claws run through the softness of her tail, stroking its full length, paying particular attention to the base of her tail knowing it was quite sensitive.
When the bath was completely drawn, he picked her up in an embrace and climbed into the tub, not breaking the kiss they were engaged in, the warm water completely covering them up to their shoulders as they let their paws roam freely.
“Good morning, mon petit cheri,” he finally greeted her as they came up for air. “You truly are a treasure that I cannot get enough of. Now that we’re both warm, what would you like to do today?”
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Throwing off the last vestiges of the cold, Sirse sank deeply into the water, letting the heat penetrate deeply into her fur. Her breasts still tingled with resentment at the cold they had been subjected too, and her nubs refused to soften despite the warmth she now bathed them in. Perhaps that had something to do with the proximity of her mate, and their state of undress, but she forced that though from her mind. The last thing she needed to do was draw him into another passionate moment that would leave them both exhausted this early in the morning, no it would be better to save that adventure for later.
Thoughts running wild Sirse debated, there were several trails she had heard about the led up the mountain, the ski slopes would still be open, and there was a hot springs she had heard about tucked away somewhere up the mountain, though it was supposed to be well hidden from prying eyes. The later made her smile, knowing all too well what mammals would likely use it for.
‘I believe, that it is time I teach you winter survival training and evasion.’ Sirse smiled, her hand flashing out the words. ‘We will start with the ski slopes. If by the end of the day, you can complete Black Cross Loop without serious injury…’ Her hand moved slowly down to tease your sheathed member. ‘Them maybe we can advance to nightly survival training in harsh conditions.’
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Gus chuckled as her nimble fingers played with his engorged member. “How can I say no when you ask me so nicely?” as he returned the favour by using one of his digits to tease her nether lips, skirting the sensitive nub of her lower vulva. “And, as you say, if I manage to survive the slopes, I think this ‘survival’ training of yours has some merit when it is very cold. Sharing body heat is something I will not pass up, especially,” as he nibbled on her ear, “if you’re the one I’m sharing it with.”
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Grinning add your affections, Sirse has to restrain herself, pressing a finger to your lips she plants a quick kiss on your nose. 'Easy now, if we tread down that path to far neither of us will get anything done this weekend. Unless, that is what you want?' Her eyes dance mischuvioisly.
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Gus cocked his head to the side. “Would I want that?” he mused teasingly. “Yes, yes I would,” he joked, “however, we both know I need more cold-weather training in case we need to go back and face Mab again.” taking on a serious tone. “I cannot protect you and Arie from her unless I prepare. So,” grasping her paw in his as he reached behind her to bring her muzzle closer to his, “I will behave for now. But,” as he whispered, “I cannot promise that I will tonight.”
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An equally pleased grin creeps over Sirse’s face as she leans forwards taking advantage of the proximity with her lover to steal a quick kiss. Her little teeth closing on Gus’s lower lip as she growled softly and pulled.
Hand flashing. ‘Then, lets begin your training.’ A sly as a fox, expression crossing her face. ‘So I may better show you how to defend yourself, and, her hand moves to run over Gus’s muzzle. ‘How to touch up, and heal the wounds I will be inflicting upon you.’
Pushing up, Sirse shook out her fur with a flourish, sending water everywhere in a three foot radius. Then smiling motions for Gus to flow suit and get geared up.
‘The mountain awaits.’ Her hand danced, her smile threatening to split her face. ‘And, I took the liberty of ‘Inviting’ some friends.’
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Gus facepalmed himself, groaning at the mention of 'inviting friends'. He knew with his mate, that could mean anything such as allowing an ice monster such as a Snow Wolf and its trainer, a Snow Troll who had chased them during their Arctus Tor adventure or the friendly but deadly Yeti who had saved them, to cross over into this dimension. Grumbling under his breath about 'fey slyness' and 'sadistic pleasure', he dutifully got dressed in another winter outfit: a body-fitting upper and lower base layer to keep the heat in but would allow moisture to wick away from his fur, a loose mid-layer shirt with windbreaker pants and on top of all that a light fleece jacket with hood. He wore paw coverings as well for both front and hind ones to keep the cold out and topped all of that off with a baclava that covered all of his face except for his eyes. He had had his techs modify the clothing with their patented camouflage technology so that with a flick of his wrist, he would immediately blend into the surroundings.
Once he was suited up, he turned to his mate who had donned the same type of garments and indicated his readiness with a thumbs up sign as he reached for their skis and survival kits and just one tent. He planned to make sure she had no choice but to sleep with him as he planned to pay her back for today's exercise.
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Sirse had watched him pack carefully, noting his selection of gear, down to the active camouflage fabric that covered the outer garments, to the single tent he had packed away. Glad that she had already pulled up the collar of her jacket to conceal her lower features, as to hide her smile, he was going to be in for a surprise when he opened his gear bag. Another lesson, C.S. had taught her, on her first survival outing. ‘Always check your gear before you put it in your bag.’ A lesson she remembered well, having spent several night alone in a frozen waste with only a fraction of the gear she had packed being functional. A lesson she was only too happy to pass along to her lover, Fey cunning’ indeed. Soon, he would learn that lesson too.
Motioning at the door, Sirse stepped out and slipped on her skis, then signed for Gus to begin the trek up the mountain. It would be a good twenty minute trek up the hill, even with the assistance of the skis. Puffing along before him, she let her tail swish back and forth as she worked her legs, swaying in the direction she wanted to go, then shifting her stance to and plying her weight to the other side. She didn’t need to turn her head to tell her mate’s attention was focused on her, just as she wanted it. It would not do for her guests to be seen to soon she mused, as she gave her tail a provocative little flick. Head angled just a bit over her shoulder she smiled, and blew him a kiss, before putting on a spurt of speed to the top.
She would let him rest there, and they could then decide what trail to take. Though she had already formed some plans for her lover, plans that made her grin all the more as she puffed up the slope.
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Gus knew she was deliberately torturing him, waving her pert, cute, taut little rear and bushy tail in front of him as they ascended the hill. He grinned at her fey slyness and vowed when he was alone with her tonight, he would make her pay for the teasing. He finally reached the top of the hill, puffing little clouds of vapor as he did, his mind completely focused on Sirse. She signaled him to follow her through the trail marked as "Warning! Off Limits! Danger!" as she quickly schussed down the closed trail.
His eyes widened in alarm as his mate took off. Plopping the snow goggles over his eyes, he took off carefully negotiating his way through the rocks and trees. He tried to keep up with her as she easily weaved in and out through the natural obstacles but he could see that she would soon be out of his sight. He growled underneath his breath, fuming about "fey underhandedness" and put on a burst of speed, almost hitting a tree stump that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He managed to avoid it only to find tree branches slapping his face. He swore they had not been there originally and he had a sneaking suspicion that it was Sirse's doing, testing his patience and resilience.
He managed to catch her at the bottom of the hill where she was had been waiting for him, as he shook off the remaining branches that had stuck to him. "Very funny," he grumbled, noticing the smirk on his mates' face. "I suppose that me looking like a Christmas tree is your idea of fun?"
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‘Reflex training.’ Sirse signed back, still smiling as she watched Gus try and extract a particularly nasty branch that had lodged itself in the hood of his coat. Taking pity on him, she undid her skis and clambered up his side with as much grace as though she were going up a rock wall, and plucked the branch from his back before slipping back down. ‘There. Better now?’
Feet back on the ground she slipped her skis back on and motioned for them to make another accent, signing for him to again follow her lead. The trail system had been set up with three tiers of difficulty, Yellow square for the easy ones, Red triangle for the moderate difficult, and Black Cross for the extreme challenges. Sirse had taken the liberty earlier that morning to change the signs around as so the most difficult trails now held comforting yellow squares.
One particular trail that she had discovered a season before ‘Rustles Revenge.’ Had merited a triple black cross. The trail started off innocent enough with nice lazy ‘S’ curves that offered a pleasant view of the valley bellow, only to cut off at a near one hundred and eighty degree hair pin turn at the third loop that if the victom did not make would be propelled off a twenty foot drop. The trail, then switched between hyper switchbacks, corners that were pocketed with thorn bushes, and walls of evergreen trees that one had to duck under while navigating the jumps. And then the trail got bad.
Sirse was straining to suppress her glee, envisioning the scenario, that she had brought several yetis along with her and stationed them systematically through the trail was an added bonus. She had told them not to harm Gus, but instead to give chase and all appearances of blood hungry savages. To add to their performance, she had even given them some broken snow gear and some red dye to make the scenes of their latest ‘victims’ more realistic.
And then there was her lingering surprise, near the end of the course, there was a little bluff, nothing more than a hill that allowed one to rest before taking the last leg of the journey. The Gauntlet, as the sign proclaimed was not for the faint of heart, dropping off at a near horizontal angle for fifty straight feet before angling off into sharp serpentine curves with jumps built into each. A small sign with crude tick marks denoted how many mammals had broken various limbs attempting to navigate the drop. Sirse, of course had decided to add to the challenge. Positioned near the bluff, was one of her companions of old, an Ent, long of limb and thin of body, the Birch, missing one arm looked like any other tree. The perfect assassin, she would wait, and then strike, her mission was to give chase and instill as much terror as possible by calling on the very trees themselves to reach out and try to drag her lover off into the white abyss should he falter.
At the top of the mountain, Sirse motioned for Gus to join her. Glad that he was not breathing as hard as she though he would, she made a mental note to step up his training exercises as his health was improving at a surprising rate. Judging from the look in his eyes, she suspected that he was going to test her endurance tonight. Let him, she thought, what ever was left of him after this course, she was sure she could handle.
‘Now that you’ve tasted the mountain.’ She signed, keeping her collar pulled up to hide her smile. ‘We are going to test your endurance, and have a little fun later on. But for now, we are going to start easy, and work our way up.’
Making a note to point out one of the Black Cross trails a little further up the mountain.
‘By the end of the day, I expect you to be able to handle at least, one, of those.’
With that she hopped about and sped off down the trail, motioning for him to follow her. The second she made it around the first stitchback, she threw herself to the side, punching in the code to activate her suits active camouflage and wrapped herself in a cocoon of her Fey powers, envisioning nothing more than a blanket of snow. Waiting for her lover to pass by her, she grinned, rose, careful to keep her camo going, and extracted a GoPro from her pocket, looked at the lens, winked, and started down the slope after him.
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As he made the turn, Gus blinked in surprise to find that the vixen he had been chasing all morning had disappeared. "Most probably went into stealth mode," he mentally grimaced, imagining what damage she could do to him in her hidden state. He attempted to smell her scent out but the cold had dried his nostrils out and he was unable to smell her anywhere. Further grumbling underneath his breath about "fey duplicity" and "wait until I get my paws on her", he set off down the gentle sloping trail, scanning the landscape for any signs of his mate.
As he took the last turn at full speed, he was caught off guard by the sudden hairpin curve in front of him and just managed to dig in his poles at the last moment to take advantage of his momentum to propel him around it, missing the edge of the cliff by a hairs-breadth. Swallowing his heart, he managed to look back, seeing that the sudden turn had cost him the tent he had been carrying as it sailed over the precipice into a crevasse. He shuddered to think what would have happened to him if he had not been able to turn at the last second. As he turned to face forward, he suddenly felt his paws go out from under him as he screamed in terror. The trail had suddenly dipped and he was rushing down a very steep slope and it took all of his might to regain his balance as his arms and feet started flailing about. He managed to finally crouch down on the skis and tucked his poles underneath both arms in order to reduce the wind resistance. This, however, had the effect of increasing his speed and the wind shear was tearing at his face, threatening to rip off the goggles.
Just as he thought it couldn't get any worse, he saw, from his peripheral vision, creatures suddenly bursting from the side of the mountain, giving him chase. He took a quick glance and froze in terror at the sight of four giant Yetis covered in blood, licking their chops, screaming bloody murder as they started to pursue him. Not certain as to why they were chasing him but not wanting to stop to ask, he quickly pushed off using his poles several times to increase his speed in order to escape the seemingly crazed monsters while he activated the camo-technology in his suit. Which didn't seem to work. He frowned as he attempted several times to get the camo-suit to turn on, starting to panic. He soon realized that his little minx of a mate had sabotaged his suit as part of her training regimen and he swore softly under his breath that she would feel the palm of his paw on her cute perky behind. The thought spurred him on, grinning from ear-to-ear as he imagined what she would look like, bent over his knee as he spanked her as punishment for her the grief he endured today.
He thought he was in the clear until he noticed some shadows passing over him. He glanced up, exclaiming in horror and exasperation, "Oh, come on!"
Several large boulders and trees fell from the sky and were about to land on him. He quickly changed direction as one boulder landed on his left and then zigged the opposite way as a tree trunk barely missed hitting him on the right. He kept weaving erratically about as the massive objects tossed by the Yetis threatened to snuff his life out. He had no time to think and relied on instinct to get him through the dangerous rainfall, yelling expletives that could make a sailor blush.
The attack stopped as quickly as it started and Gus managed to get a breath in until he caught sight of his next challenge. He groaned as to why his little she-devil was turning a fun holiday into a maze of torture as he began to duck, bob, weave and jump in order to avoid the fallen trees that littered the trail. There were a few miscalculations and as a result, his shoulders, arms and legs had collided with some of the trees. He swore they seemed to be reaching out to grab him as he passed them.
He finally broke out of the forest and was presented with a view for sore eyes. He was approaching the bottom of the ski lift that led to their cabin and would be glad to get out of his clothes and soak in a hot tub. He started to breathe a little easier and started to plot his revenge on Sirse. That is, until a very large tree detached itself from the edge of the forest and started to give him chase along with several others. He gawked at the sight of the gigantic being swinging its one arm to try to capture him which forced him to turn away from the safety of the ski lift that he had been heading for. He noticed more trees detaching themselves from the forest as they seemed to be herding him down a certain path. Seeing as he had no choice, he pushed off as quickly as he could in order to put distance between him and the gigantic toothpicks.
His heart stopped as he realized they were directing him towards the edge of the cliff which had a fifty-foot drop. He could not escape by skiing between the walking nightmares as they were too close together and they could easily catch him, though as to why they were chasing him, he had no idea and he didn't think they would offer one. Hoping that the one device he had added to his suit as a precaution--knowing his mate's propensity for mischief--would work, he pushed off one last time with his ski poles and closed his eyes as he sailed off the edge.
He activated the suit flaps and spread his arms and feet so that it turned into a wingsuit, allowing him to glide the air currents like a flying squirrel. He savoured the sudden silence, allowing the peace and quiet to wash over him as he blissfully flew away from his pursuers. Until he heard what sounded like an angry mosquito buzz by his ear. He ducked his head in order to look behind him and saw, in horror, the trees using hollow parts of themselves as blowguns. They were using walnuts as ammunition and were trying to knock him down from the sky. He had no choice but to fold his arms and legs in and went into a free dive to quickly put distance between him and his attackers. When he was about ten feet above the ground, he pulled up and spread his flaps in order to brake as he crashed heavily into the snow-covered ground.
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Sirse raced to the edge of the cliff, heart beating in panic. Her plan had gone slightly awry as the Ent and her fellow trees were meant to chase Gus into a dead-end where she had planned to suddenly appear and scare him silly. They were not supposed to chase him off the cliff. She caught herself just as she was about to tumble over, and carefully peeked over it, praying she would not see her lover's broken body sprawled on the rocks below. Not seeing anything, she looked up to see what appeared to be a gigantic flying squirrel soaring to the ground and thankfully realized that her inventive lover had managed to pull another figurative rabbit out of his magic hat. She stood up and grinned at the magnificent sight of his large behind squeezed into the tight suit and licked her lips lasciviously.
However, when the Ent and her companions started to attack Gus, she had to rush over to the tree to get them to stop before they caused him any harm. She watched in horror as he went into a free dive apparently from having been hit and watched impotently as he fell to his death. She thanked her bear's deities when he seemed to recover but as he crashed into a hill of snow, she felt trepidation as he did not emerge. She quickly began to descend in case he had fallen unconscious or worse...had broken his neck and was paralyzed.
Just as she was about to descend, she was startled by a loud cry.
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"Woohoo! I'm alive! Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Uh-huh! Uh-huh! Can't touch this! Can't touch this!" sang Gus as he emerged from the hill, grinding and dancing as he cavorted about, unmindful of the many aches and pains he felt. He was ebullient over his escape and the fact that he was able to walk away from the crash with only some bruising was a source of pride. He looked up and saw his mate and he grinned up at her. "Hey Sirse!" he called out to her. "Did you see that? I beat you!" he yelled in a sing-song tone. "I'm alive and I flew like a bird! Woohooo!" he shouted as he made like Michael Buckson, prancing about and doing a very poor imitation of the famous buck's Moonwalk dance.
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Sirse grinned in relief. The fact that her mate was making a silly fool of himself as he cavorted about in the snow only made her laugh inside as she felt a warmth fill her. She had been worried that she had pushed him too far too fast and had feared the worst. She waved her arms above her head, signalling that she was on her way down as her grin reached from ear to ear. As she made her way down the cliff, she reflected that she needed to have a few words with her friends who were supposed to make it appear they were chasing him but not try to kill him. However, she remembered she had gone over her plan with her employer who had only smirked at it when he had given her his approval. She saw his hidden hand in this debacle and realized it must have been his doing. He had probably thought she was going soft on Gus because they were lovers and had probably ordered them not to hold back. She sighed as she realized he may have been right. But her eyes flashed in anger at the thought that it might have caused her to hurt the one she loved. Caught up with her inner turmoil, she did not notice that Gus had strayed to the middle of the frozen lake until she heard what sounded like breaking glass.
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Overjoyed and still pumped full of adrenalin, Gus pirouetted then leaped and landed on his knees, skidding across the ice as he ended his dance, flourishing his arms open. As he held the pose, he became aware of a cracking sound and suddenly the ice beneath him opened up as he plunged into the freezing water below. He managed to hold a quick breath as his previous military training kicked in. As he was sinking, he quickly removed the light winter jacket as it started to soak up water and disposed of the paw coverings as well. He removed the windbreaker pants and mid-layer shirt as well until he only had his base layer on. Once he had removed most of his restrictive clothing, he quickly began to swim up to the hole, aware that the longer he stayed in the sub-zero water, the greater the possibility of hypothermia. It seemed like hours but his head finally broke clear of the water and he slowly swam to the edge of the lake where the ice was much thicker.
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Sirse made it to the bottom and was anxiously waiting for him at the edge of the water. She did not reach out a paw to help him but instead drove a piton she found in Gus' backpack into the ground and tied a stout rope to it. She threw it to Gus so that he could haul himself out of the water. She regretted sending her friends back to their dimensions but there had seemed no need to have them around once the exercise was over. They would have definitely been of use in this situation, she reflected. As she watched her bear haul himself out, she noticed that the broken ice was quite thick and could have easily supported ten elephants standing on each other's shoulders. She mentally sighed, resigned to the fact that her employer was pulling out all stops out to make sure Gus met the standards of a Vanguard as quickly as possible. "This must be related to the dream I had about the city burning." she reflected. "He hasn't told me what's going on but I'm sure we're going to find out sooner or later." She dismissed the train of thought as her primary concern was her mate's well-being as he stood shivering before her, clad only in his thermal underwear in the cold blowing wind. She rummaged through his backpack to pull out a silver thermal blanket which she threw over his shoulders.
She quickly setup the tent that the Yetis had managed to recover from the crevasse and pushed Gus inside as the effects of the freezing water and blowing wind started to take its toll on the bear despite his winter fur setting in. She started the portable gas heater and stripped him of all his wet clothing and made him sit in front of it, wrapped in the thermal blanket. He made no sound except the chattering of his teeth as he gratefully looked at her. She took out some emergency rations and opened a can of self-heating soup. She pushed it into his paws once it had heated up and made him drink it. She then forced him to eat some sweet shortbread cookies and made him drink hot cocoa from the thermos he had brought. She signed to him, "Are you feeling much better?"
Gus smiled slightly, nodded his head but as he tried to sign back, she noticed that his paws continued to shake from the cold. She frowned at this and quickly rolled out the sleeping bag. She was glad he had gotten the one larger than a bear size as she pushed him to get into the bag. She then quickly stripped off her outer clothes and crawled into the bag with him as she zipped them up. She turned to face him and started to rub her paws on his chest, concentrating her fey magic to drive warmth into his body. Once she felt that his breathing and heartbeat had become more regular, she looked up and saw that he had fallen asleep. She smiled as she pressed herself to his chest, energy spent and aware that she was going to pay with a very big headache the next day due to the amount of fey power she had expended today. She looked at her sleeping bear and lightly kissed his nose. "He's worth it." she reflected happily as she closed her eyes as well.
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Sirse’s rest was to short, judging by her watch that lay neatly on top of the pile of her winger clothes less than an hour had passed. Looking through the tent flaps she could tell that there was still plenty of daylight left, as their excursion had begun early morning. Beneath her, and now much warmer than he was before the unplanned dunk in the lake, Gus slept, jaw working slightly as he muttered in his sleep. Curious Sirse leaned in, hoping to catch a few words of the dream her lover was experiencing.
‘Going to spank you raw…’
‘Never trust a Fey… Or a fox…With hazel eyes…’
‘Going to feed you to…’
Sirse folded her ears back, not sure is she wanted to box those sensitive ears of his or not. Sure the plan had strayed from its original course, the ents near the end having just a little too much fun. And she had failed to take into account that her lover had sown a micro fiber jump suit into the lining of his camo. She had made sure to take out the latter, after all she had not wanted things to be that easy for him. Falling into the lake though, that had nearly caused her a heart attack, high on adrenalin and jumping around proclaiming his victory, Sirse was reminded of another all to familiar lesson her employer her taught her.
She had been tasked with playing as a stand in for the Bloody Buccaneers in the system wide championship. The coach was ranting like a mad man his face turning a dark purple as spittle flew from his lips. ‘The whole point of Blood Bowl is about winning! It’s been that way ever sense Scraggy Mcdufferson dug up the Original Blood Bowl rule book back in 2437!’ He rounded on each of them his right hand clenched in a fist while his left a hook jabbed at the torn up field behind him. ‘Now can anyone of you meat heads tell me what’s left of Grason did wrong after scoring that touch down?’
A general silence lingered over the team, as some made religious signs, others seemed to be in a quasi-comatose state, or were busy drooling.
‘You!’ He rounded on Sirse. ‘Fuzz Face! Any Idea?’
Sirse just shrugged.
‘Fine, sense all of you put together don’t have enough brains to figure it out – the fool decided to celebrate his victory in the opposing team’s end zone rather than booking his ass back to relative safety! Clear!’
Shaking her head to clear the memory away, she could only think of Gus, jumping up and down, dancing across the ice. Silly old bear. She would have to tell him the story some time, as it would serve as a good lesson. But not today.
I’ll give you a little more time, Sirse though, touching his nose with the tip of her finger. A little rest, you have earned that, and then we can get back to having some fun. No mountain trolls this time. Or trees, She thought, wondering if he could hear her. Not that it mattered, he looked so happy sleeping there, I’ll let you enjoy that for a little longer.
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I may end this thread here. We still have other stories to expand on and the added training can be implied in future stories.
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Understood, I suspect that his is a good stopping point for this one. At least for now.
That and I have been a bit busy as you can no doubt see.
Oh yes, I also wanted to work not the HP universe - a few ideas there. Wait... did I already send this... maybe. Memory failing me.
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Yup, you did mention it already.
Not to worry. The storyline for 'The Mission' will be the exploration of the HP world. In one of your last comments, you wanted to see about how Gus and Sirse would handle playing Quidditch while CS would make a impromptu appearance as a last-minute replacement for missing Dark Arts teacher. Lots of things to explore there plus the various adventures on how Gus develops his powers which will be used in the 'Growing Up' storyline. Plus their eventual discovery due to a mishap which leads to their escape from that world.
And yes you have been busy. There are many storylines which I still need to respond to. I've been busy finishing a chapter in my ZLS that I'd like you to take a quick peak at when you have time. I'm introducing Sirse there and I'd like your feedback there. I'll send you the Google Docs link in a private note.
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Looks at jacket, looks at price tag... nah. 
I was walking through a mall not to long ago, and saw a piece of near equal size, that served as my inspiration. It was of course completely impractical by all standards, but was thought of as being very fashionable at the time.
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Ah, fashion over function. 'kay.
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S. O. P. (S.O.P.=Standard Operational Procedure, in case you didn't know.)
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The driving reason behind her choice Being her lover wanted to see her in the body sock pants that seem to become so popular around winter. So, in protest she assembled the most outlandish and expensively impractical outfit she could find.
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Komatii: (in KSK winter gear) *rolling in the snow with a cute face* hallo!
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Ahhhh so she is an “Arctic Warfare” specialist.
A cute one at that.
Fun part about a snowball fight is the warming up later.
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She is, and yes she has plans for her bug grizzly lover, a nice warm fire, Something hot to drink.
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Thank you, and yes she is, she is just so fluffy in the cold.
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lol, well they do have very fluffy winter colts X3
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I think I need to draw that now.
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lol you always say that X3
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I know, half the time I even do. ^^
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Thank you, she is really cute in her snow gear.
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Heh, maybe the cold will get Sophie to were some clothing.
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Lol good luck, she is more likely to try and migrate to warmer climates...and be nude the whole way.
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Nothing will get her to where clothes
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Having tried once I would not recommend it again.
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