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Cort stood near the lake, the moonlit glinting off his tan skin as if he were the only thing there. Well, technically he was, but..that was a different story. He stood watching the water, allowing his grief to overcome him for a moment. First, he suddenly gets transported to a totally different world, and now this? He sighed. Well, when life sucks, it'll only get worse..

Cort sailed in his own pity for a few moments longer, then his face returned to the monotone mask it usually was. Stop feeling sorry for yourself, Cort--you can stay the way you are.Someone will not change you without your own consent, he told himself, jumping slightly when he felt something on his foot. He looked down, and smiled slightly when he found a young jaguar nuzzling against his leg. And, naturally, they followed us here.. he thought, laughing quietly as he began walking. The feline followed him, watching him carefully, silver eyes standing out just as easily and effortlessly as Corts midnight blue ones. Out of simple boredom, or maybe as a thank you for both his sister and her feline guards, Cort began to sing, his low voice flowing musically around him.

Cort continued to sing on as he walked, unaware that anyone else was around to hear him. He smiled to himself as he approached a different side--it gave him a different point of view..and with it came a different song. He ended the last note, took a breath, and began to sing another. Suddenly, the jaguar blinked, and nudged at Cort. Cort looked down, but continued to sing. The jaguar sprinted off, and Cort followed, slightly alarmed. Only when the jaguar slowed down did Cort slow, and he stopped singing when he realized why the jaguar had vanished.

He froze and watched as the jaguar trotted silently up to Rose and gently nudged her in the arm.

The jaguar nuzzled Rose once more before turning towards Cort. It could talk, just like every other creature in Sensory, but it waited for Cort, as if it were a normal tamed jaguar. Cort glared at his sisters guard momentarily, cursing softly before stepping out of the shadows. "Razi's guards like to follow her," he quietly explained, "and apparently my wolves haven't successfully come over yet...so the jaguars are also under my command for the time being." He took another small step forward, trying to keep his distance. "He noticed that you were here and kind of..uhm..ran off before I could stop him. I apologize--the jaguars aren't used to this new world yet."

"It would be impossible for you to effectively bite me,considering we're both already vampires," Cort pointed out,staying in his spot a split second longer before approaching Rose. "And I was only trying to be respectful of your space-- "proper etiquette," I suppose. Being a God has taken its toll.." he watched as the jaguar nuzzled Rose one more time, then bounded off into the trees. "Razi sure does keep strange animals as guards and trustees.." Cort muttered, annoyed, before looking back down at Rose. "So...I dont suppose you happened to hear me singing, did you?" he asked, hoping she hadnt. Somehow, something in the back of his mind told him that the hope was fruitless.

Cort nodded, glad that vampires bodies didn't show many different emotions, otherwise his face would probably be red. "Years of practice," he dismissed, forcing himself to sound bored. He grinned back at her, "You might be able to bite me..If you can catch me!" He quickly bent down and kissed her before vanishing out of Roses line of vision, his laughter echoing around them. If you can find me, I'll let you get a good swing or two at me.

Cort materialized in front of her again, his grin charged into a smug smirk. "You look so beautiful when you allow your happiness to shine through," he said,leaning against a tree. "And I'm a vampire too, you know. You know how to track other vampires.I might be a God, but I'm a Vampiric God. The only thing that separates me from you is that I have bigger responsibilities in a different world..and I can fly. But that's it. Think about it, Rose...What stops you dead in your tracks? We're both cold--tough, used to being on our own. Your weaknesses are much like any others." He shrugged innocently, but swiftly planted another gentle kiss, this time on her cheek, before softly adding, "I still love it when you try to act tough--good luck," he smirked again and was gone.

Well, we're Vampires--we need blood to survive, and we have heightened powers..But, most of all: we're mentally incapable of surviving with normal human emotions. If that doesn't give it away, then you're searching for the wrong answer. Cort sighed dramatically,dropping a hint to where he was--somewhere in the trees, he'll give her that. Tracking someone with high rank is generally fun. Take it from someone who has to do it almost everyday. But hey, if you amuse me I might take pity on you..maybe.My love has to figure out that we're not ordinary people.