Furotazzis Private Zann's Alley/Backyard Tail Fishing

[Marianna Furotazzi]

Marianna nuzzled against Ivo, slipping her arms around him and stepping into his embrace. "I know," she murmured. "I trust your judgment; you're the one beast I do trust that way. I just... Sometimes it gets exhausting, always being on guard. Sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't be easier just to put my faith in others. I remember reading my mother's obituary, about how kind she was, how beloved, how she always put herself out to help others, and I wondered if I could be that way... Then I remembered that those were the characteristics that got her killed, and I just felt... sad." She buried her face in his chest as she murmured, "I'm tired, that's all. It's been a long day."

 

[Ivo Suresight]

Slowly, gently and not letting go of Marianna, Ivo leaned back to once more end up on the bed. This time with the beast he by all means preferred to be with in bed. He didn't have much salacious intents now though. He just wanted to give Marianna some of that rest and well, he too needed it.

"Room's ours fer a day. We can jus' rest. 'tis okay if ya need too..." He gently patted her back and let out a small soft chuckle, bringing his head down closer to her ear and lowering his voice, softening it into a pleasant hum. "We both get sum 'ard time with trustin'. I know meself well that being always on guard ain't easy. Would be nicer t' jus' not have t' do so... but world is as is. We've got one another, that's a good start."

The red fox then leaned back into the bed again, enjoying having Marianna draped over him fully. "An well. Yer mother sounds like a type of beast we need more in this world. We could'e been 'at way... should we've gotten better chance at lives. But, with what we've got, still we can jus' do our best."

 

[Marianna Furotazzi]

Marianna curled into Ivo's embrace, letting the exhaustion wash over her now that she no longer had to be upright. Her voice was quiet for a moment before she softly inquired, "Do you ever wonder about your parents? Who they were, if they loved you, if they missed you after you were gone? If they might still be out there, alive?" She peeked up at him, curiosity and concern both adding a shimmer to her eyes.

 

[Ivo Suresight]

Ivo looked back into Marianna's eyes, holding her more tightly as he focused on responding without emotions tugging him around too much. She was his anchor, one he needed to answer her this very question. "I've used t' 'ate 'em. I don't know a thing 'bout 'em, but I was mad at 'em fer leavin' me, no matter if they're dead or not. Maybe why I've got raised in hate t' all things that other kits had. Copin' with t' fact I'd never have it." He paused for a moment and continued in much quieter, unsure tone. "But... Now I jus' wanna believe t'was t'best they could've done fer me. Whatever happened to 'em, I don't wanna live with idea that they're bad beasts. Maybe am jus' stupidly idealistic, but If I getta 'scape the gutter an' not be full of hate, then they prolly weren't all rotten either."

 

[Marianna Furotazzi]

Marianna was quiet for a moment, burying her face in Ivo's chest. "I can't believe they were rotten," she said quietly, "because I know you aren't. I see the caring, concerned, careful todd you are, and I can't believe that came all from the gang who took you in. I have to believe that part of you came from them, because I want that to be the part of you that..." She hesitated, debating if now was the moment. She took a deep breath, then continued, "...that passes on to our kit."