Plenus Astrum: (constructing the next chapter!)

[Ryo Sho Sen]

t a k e -- m y -- h a n d, -- w i p e -- t h e -- t e a r s -- c l e a n

I ' l l -- s h o w -- y o u -- s o m e t h i n g -- n e v e r -- m e a n t -- t o -- b e -- s e e n


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Standing in the doorway and just staring in wasn’t enough for the regal female creature. Fantastic heels clicked against the marbled cathedral floors as Awa moved forward, out of the cool night air and into the elegant building. She took a deep breath as she walked deeper inside, and grimaced. Dust tickled her nose as the buildings musty smell filled her olfactory senses. It was depressing to see the state of disrepair the once grand building had fallen into. When she had lived here the entire space smelled of jasmine and lavender. However without her to tend to and care for it, the building had begun to suffer. Somewhere Awa could smell mold, and she could hear the scurrying of rats echoing all around her. Dust and grime had settled on all surfaces and sullied the bottom of her gown as it brushed the floor with each step that she took. However the Vampire goddess didn’t seem to take notice. Her green eyes were set directly ahead, to a pair of noble looking chairs. They stood out in the dreary building, thrones left over from a once great kingdom and royal partnership. Honestly Awa and this Cathedral were one and the same. One the outside, they were still amazing and gorgeous. They looked like they had been crafted by the gods themselves. However, once you got past the amazing exterior and took a look inside everything changed drastically. Awa like the Cathedral was elegant and ornate on the surface; however inside she was empty, with a heart that had long since turned to dust.

Awa walked up the steps, dragging her weapon along with her. Yes she carried the great battle ax with her every time she left the Assamites manor. She couldn’t explain it, but she felt something stirring in the city. In her shriveled heart she could sense, something was coming. Her heel clicked as she ascended the last step, and there she was…standing before the throne that had once been her lovers. Elongated and gold painted fingernails trailed over the arm and up the back as she walked around it. If she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, she could almost smell him. Before the Barbarian queen knew it, she had settled herself into the once plush chair. Her clothes would no doubt be dusty, but at the moment that wasn’t what was on the woman’s mind. No…something was coming…she could feel it in her old bones.

The vampiress just sat as still as stone, settled comfortably on the throne. She almost looked like a statue perched royally atop the alter like she was. And there…her visitor was upon her. She could hear her steps just outside, and then the door flew open with a noisy bang. Awa didn’t open her eyes right away, instead remained still. “ It is unlady like to barge in unannounced” her voice drawled. Her eyes slowly opened halfway, and she found herself gazing upon a mere sprig of a girl. Sharp green eyes pierced the girl as the tween began to spout of nonsense about stealing her head or something of the sort. Apparently she was someone who had come looking for revenge, maybe thinking that without Loki Awa had become weak. Although that couldn’t be more true, for on the contrary…with Loki gone Awa had to find something to fill up all her free time. And what better to take your mind off of a dead lover then to train. Awa had only grown stronger since the loss of her life partner.

Suddenly the girl demanded that she get up. Her voice lost that boastful tone, and instead was filled with rage. Awa still seemed unmoved by the girls presence, and merely continue to stare the brat down. However she then said something grabbed the barbarian queens undivided attention. She spoke ill of her deceased love, and mentioned something about him being buried beneath the girl’s father. Green eyes glinted dangerously as she quickly connected the dots. Brody had a child? How interesting, that would explain those feeling that she had been getting as of late. That obnoxious mutt Consoa must be hiding somewhere, pulling the strings.

“Who would have thought the spawn of that creature would have turned out to be such an insolent brat” Awa spoke coolly. Did that child really think she could get a rise out of the woman with such primitive methods of provocation. Awa had centuries of skill and experience under her belt. And this thing before her could have only been walking the earth for seventeen years or less. Just because her father was powerful only meant she had good bloodlines. Power was only useful when you had it trained and harnessed. And Awa had over a thousand years to train and hone her own abilites. "Do try and shut that muzzle of yours, all your bothersome barking is giving me a migraine..."







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ƒ α т ε - - d o ε s - - и o t - - c o и т я o ℓ - - o υ я - - ℓ i v ε s
ω ε - - c o и т я o ℓ - - ƒ α т ε

[Naruna Ito]

A clone you say?
NO, I am now far
advanced then he
will ever be. I am the
perfect warrior and only time
will show it.

Tsuki looked at the Lycan that she had dispatched of easily and glare when she saw Casion tackled backwards as if he were in some kind of football game. That obviously would have not the wind out of his system. He was tackled by four Lycans and they didn’t seem to be patient. Her eyes narrowed in on the ambulance truck that they landed in. How sad, they were obviously victims of these power hungry fiends. She watched as one flew from the side of the truck followed by the other two. That was more she liked it. She didn’t have time to be protecting the pup all damn day. She was sent her to get a blood sample and she had gotten it. Her killing the rest of them was for her own amusement and fun.

When she saw a figure erupt from the ambulance like a geyser then she only could glare in amusement. Maybe the son of her brother and Caska wasn’t so pathetically weak. It seemed that he couldn’t fight unless he grew mad enough. A trait that seemed to flow threw there bloodline very well. His Lycan form was quite big for his age? What she was curious to see is if he could take it up a notch and transform again. That was another clan discipline that fell with in the males. Though, she was only capable of doing so because she was just a female version or rather yet a clone of her brother.

It seemed he was ready to kill and that’s all she needed to see. She thought it would be time to leave but for some reason, this beings wasn’t going to let her leave so suddenly. This caused her to growl lowly as her gold eyes with a small black layer around them glared. Who the hell did they think they were dealing with? Some kind of puppy? Some kind of weakling? She felt it as a insult and would surly make he presence known as well. She wouldn’t need to transform. She would be fighting with that massive piece of blade that she had unsheathed from behind her back.

A vampire came jolting in and her eyes didn’t even have to target because she still was swinging the massive blade from her back with one hand. This vampire wasn’t as stupid as the others because he ducked the initial swing of her halbred like weapon which was smart but he was met with a boot to his face that sent him flying back into others. She had treated them like bowling and that was clearly a strike. She took a high leap into the air and above the now trampled vampires and Lycans, a dark shadow could be seen. Before they even had a chance to react then the blade slammed into the ground and the five vampires beneath it were completely severed in half.

This blade had seen a lot of blood in it’s days and today would be no different/ Sharp fangs slammed onto her shoulder from a idiotic lycan and she didn’t flinch not once. Blood ran down her shoulder but those golden orbs of hers just stared. She grabbed his muzzle and retracted his jaw from her shoulder and pushed away only about a inch. With a turning swipe her claw connected with his open muzzle and it yelled out a whimper as it could be seen flying down the street and slamming into the car next to the two vampire assamites. Both of them were girls. Tsukie looked at them with a smirk. It couldn’t even be sure if that was on purpose or not or just acknowledging that they were present. Either way, it was something. Dark fire begin to engulf her blade and obviously this was a discipline and a sign that she grew tired of playing around. Finally her voice was heard, a dark and yet soft voice escaped her lips,” I grow tired of your annoyance forbidden one’s so allow me to cook my food.”

Was she serious about what she just said? Of course she was. She intended to feed on them. She hadn’t ate yet and she was growing hungry.

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell”

[Lintain]

All my life it felt like i haven't
fit in and it was because i have not fitted in.
My brain is far more advanced and i know why now,
It's because i am destined to be something
much more, something not human, more like a
humanoid creature, to be specific
a Vampire. An NOW, my call has been
answered, be prepared for what i was born to
be.

Lintain had looked at Consoa and she gave him that look to go check and find out exactly where her daughter was. Why in the hell did she always have to send him? OK, of course she was the leader but did she really think he was capable of calming the young girl down? She was like a dog with rabies, there was no taming the brat. She could take care of herself but that was the last thing he wanted was a angry Consoa at him. The women had mood swings since she wasn’t being laid by Brody because of his death but then again she was always quite the b***h. He sighed and grasped his weapon that he had taken from a Lycan after it’s death and made his way out. It was going to be a long night if he was making a attempt to bring Broda back. There was only two places where she was, either dealing with the ragnars, or the assamites.

He just shook his head at the thought. He was hoping that she had made her way to neither one of them. He didn’t want to come in contact with Scion at the moment even though he was going to die soon enough. As far as the Assamites, if he could remember when Consoa was weak that little vampire girl kicked her a**. Almost killed though it was a decent fight. Just fighting a brat like that was annoying. Let alone she was traveling with some kind of gay looking vampire.

He decided it might be smart to take more soldiers with them. He snapped his fingers and they followed along. They hit streets and it would look like a army. He wasn’t coming to extract any revenge yet, he just wouldn’t allow anything to happen to Brody’s daughter. Consoa had plans and the girls training wasn’t finish. When they entered the city then they could smell blood so obviously the first wave had done there job, they made there presence known.

Slowly after that he could smell Broda’s scent but it wasn’t where he hoped for it to be. The scent that she was near made a eerie feeling crawl up his spine. She couldn’t have possibly decided to fight that she-hulk of a woman did she? He wasn’t even sure if Consoa could match up to her! Had she not heard of the stories of that woman? Well he had! OK, one thing to have your blood drained but to have your essence drained as well…..how do you dare even call that a vampire? It’s more like a devil….a big a** she devil! Lintain just grimaced and made his way along the roof tops until he landed in front of the entrance.

He entered slowly looking around and there Broda was starring and in a rage like frenzy.” s**t…….” There was really no stopping the brat at the moment. Lintain had tried but whenever she got like that she was about to transform and little to Lady Awa’s surprise it wasn’t going to be what she expected. Then again, Broda couldn’t possibly thing it was going to be easy I mean, that massive b***h’s weapon was bigger than his own and his wasn’t smile.

It made him have a new respect for Loki, because how in god’s name due you fall in love with such a beautiful and yet behemoth of a woman? It was a good thing she didn’t have kids because imagine someone trying to hurt one of her young….may the god and devil have mercy on your soul. “ Broda….I wont try to stop you but I warn, you had better be careful. One wrong mistake will cost you, your life.” He wasn’t even sure If his words got threw. He looked up to Awa and smirked.”Well, I haven’t seen your impressive beauty In a while. I willl give you the same warning, due be careful of the brat but then again I doubt you even care.” he wasn’t about to get in between such monsters he was just going to keep someone from interfering. He wouldn’t let Broda be killed either. She was far too important.

[Consoa]

Now that i have got my
right state of mind back
i won't be the weakest
link. I will be a force to be reckoned with.
I serve only one person and that is
none other then master Brody.
His wishes are my future!

Consoa was pleased because even from the distance where she was at she could smell the blood and hear the innocent cries of the victims of her slaves or better yet her pets. They both sounded the same so she would continue with everything that she said. She looked at the night, and void like sky and grimaced. Where in the ******** was Broda? She hated when the girl stayed out long. Didn’t she realize exactly how important she was? Maybe she just didn’t care but she would learn to abide by her rules. If Brody was here she would listen so nothing wouldn’t be any different. She looked to her second in command, Lintain and gave him a look. He didn’t even have to respond because he knew all to well what it meant, bring her daughter back alive.

If anything were to happen to her then Brody’s legacy would not live on and she was very important too it. As he grasped his weapon and took his leave then she looked at the thousands of vampires alike and smirked. She left the room and would enter the Neo lasambra chambers. She needed stronger recruits for this war. Ones with unique abilities and who would be capable of handling a tough foe. She was going to deal with Tsukiko herself. She grew very annoyed with the woman having this little private meetings with her daughter. It didn’t go without serving it’s purpose though, she was handing Broda information of the whereabouts of everyone.

Once they found the Ragnar Packs den then they would start this war all over again. After that she was going to kill the female Lycan. She didn’t know what her plans were but she really didn’t care. From what she could remember then back in the past she was posing as a annoying problem for Brody and herself. She didn’t have time for the mysterious woman’s s**t it was quite boring at the moment. So she would be allowed to live for the time being but when the time came Consoa was going to kill that woman along with her whole annoying bloodline. Tsukie, Scion, and her two grand children who had half of her annoying blood would also die.

She would even be aware that Consoa was coming to kill her but she could care less about it. It was something that she wasn’t going to be able to stop when the time came. She would be coming with the whole Neo Lasambra to get rid of this woman once and for all. As of this moment then she had more plans that needed to be worked out like recruiting a interesting person. She didn’t want to reveal that she was still around yet so she would have to call out to that person or attract them to where she was.

One of them was a female vampire while the other was a male vampire. She had heard rumors of both of them on separate accords. She wanted them on there side so she would have her discussion with them soon enough.. Until then she would continue to watch the events unfold but If her daughter was not back soon then like any worried parent then she would go get her and bring her back. Brody knew she was pregnant without her eve telling him. That was probably due to his mind reading ability which is why he didn’t allow her to fight. They could think of him as a heartless monster but that was far from the case. He had his reasons for wanting to destroy everything and she was his mistress, how could anyone expect her to just abandon him?

That didn’t matter at this point, she was entrusted to be a motherly figure for his child and that is exactly what she was going to do. The book that she removed was none other then the book that held the curse. She was learning everything Brody knew about it so she could enforce it effectively and judging by the size of her army, she was doing a pretty damn good job.

Now that he is gone, I am
the new leader but my ideals
have not changed or
faltered. I still carry out his wishes
and his legacy shall live on.

[Cold Kisses]

Consao + Brody = Misery, Pain, Death, And Me, BRODA.

I am the daughter of Brody and Consoa.
You virtuous buffoons have taken from me
my father.
You have taken from me my childhood to
experience happiness.
So now I will return the favor and take from you
your very existence.

Broda just stared at the woman before her, her anger not faltering or lowering for a second. The woman didn’t seem to be bothered that she was there. That was all fine and well but she did notice the angerized glimmer in her eyes when she mentioned Loki. Well that was reassuring, because at first by the mere size of the woman, she was starting to think other things as if she were transformed. If they stood in front of each other then she would have to be jealous at the woman’s height. Well, at least the barbarian queen made sense for such a woman. Then the b***h had a nerve to be beautiful on top of being all around big.

Her purple hues stared at the woman and after her words of Broda shutting the hell up that was all that was needed to say. Her lips opened slightly to show fangs and she begin walking forward. Surly she knew Broda wasn’t afraid. Bloodlines were one thing but this little beauty walking towards Lady Awa knew how to fight. To be exact, she was trained to kill. This mighty woman was going to learn that today. One of them or if not both of them was going to be leaving this godforsaken manner injured or most likely dead.

One she was about to take off towards the woman then an unsuspected visit from Lintain stopped her movement. She turned looking at him almost growling. What the hell was he doing here? Was this her mother’s doing? It seemed that when he looked at Lady Awa he almost showed fear which only made her that much more aggravated.” What the ******** are you afraid of?! Shes woman just like I am. Don’t talk to me about being careful. I know who the hell she is! “ She tapped her fingers across her head reassuring him. She had Brody’s memories and with those came memories of Loki. So she knew damn well fighting the might woman wasn’t going to be as easy as cutting pie but, did he have no faith in her abilities?

She grabbed his shirt and pushed him away. She would show him that she wasn’t some kind of slouch. She was going to turn that woman into nothingness and take her weapon. The only thing that would be recognizable was the smell of her blood On Broda’s weapon. She turned to look back to the woman and she still hadn’t rose out of her chair yet. She was trying to give her a chance to rise but maybe the old bats bones hurt or something. Well, she would get the hell up whether she liked it or not!

Brody took a step forward, and then disappeared in an instant and blur movement. The only thing that could be heard was her weapon embarrassing the so called air’s sharpness as her blade was being sent right threw it! Her position was directly in front of the woman with the weapon being aimed at her head to cleave it directly off and watch it flow down the hall.

Sure, fear could be a healthy thing but she was nothing like Lintain or better yet, she was nothing like either of them. She was her own breed and last one until she had offspring of her own. It wasn’t right for him to label her in such a category. This woman struck fear in the eyes of many including Lintain who she thought was completely fearless so worry was with in her mental skull but nothing like fear. Brody’s genes allowed her to not even experience what the hell such a word meant! Fear, it just a mental state of mind and it was easily seen that this little one’s mind was ******** up which is why It would not work on her. A voice could be heard in her head.” My daughter, kill her for me. Erase her from existence. The instant after that was said then something erupted inside the young petite body of Broda. Was It energy? No, it was simply her mindset to kill her opponent. It could be labeled as her resolve and once her mind was made up it wasn’t going to be change. It was merely a challenge to Lady Awa in a fight to the death. Her father had told her or what she thought was her father speaking to her.

Your deaths will not be quick.
Your deaths will not be painless.
I will make you suffer until your heart stops
beating.
I will then go about of making your heart
beat again and then I will kill you again.
You shall suffer despair over and over
and over again until i get bored of
watching your eyes stare at me
and then I will give you the ultimate
death of my fangs. You all will be buried beneath
my father because that's what your are,
his subjects. His legacy shall live on.

((Hi everyone. I can't make any more post today I'm going out for my birthday! Love you all! See yah soon! Shut that muzzle, I LOVE AWA!))<3

[Shiroi bara no hanabira]

LYRA

Lyra's gaze, after she turned her back on the fire, followed the woman's pointing finger. Oh joy, it was the Ragnar mut and some unknown lady. She wasn't sure why but one look in their direction told her enough about the blond woman. She was trouble, not weak like the some of the other lycan's. She looked away from the two lycan's to turn her attention back to the woman at her side who was one of the older members of their family. “No,” She answered curtly. “I'm sure he can handle himself.” If not, then good riddance, but of course she didn't say that out loud. The new laws where to be obeyed and although that meant she would not be attacking Casion herself she wouldn't lift a finger to help him either. The feeling was probably mutual. Vampires and Lycan's just weren't meant to get friendly with one another. There scent alone was reason enough for the unhappy from on her face. So they would not be helping them. Hell they had enough problems themselves at the moment. A few of the other had gone back to the mansion to offer back up though Lyra suspected they where quite safe. No one, neither lycan or vampire alike ever set foot into their domain without their permission. Novious might be dead for many years now but he had been respected a great deal and they still lived by his standards.

Her attention was undeniably caught by the lycan woman when the lycan she kicked away slammed into a nearby car. Lyra was at the lycan side in seconds to finish off the job without taking her eyes of Tsukie as if to tease her a little. “ If you're going to kill them, do it right.” She commented, a smirk on her lips as cut the lycan's throat. He was dead before he even realized what was happening and Lyra got up from her crouched position. This was growing boring quite quickly. Right now she was just really curious who had send these foul creatures. The best way to find that out was to find lady Awa who might have a clue. However at the moment she still didn't know where the woman was. Distracted for the moment, Lyra realized too late another Lycan had come within range and this one actually succeeded in delivering her a good punch, which knocked the wind out of her and set her skidding back several meters before crash landing into another parked car.

The impact of the hit left a big dent in the car and Lyra heard something else crack as well, discovering a painfully dislocated shoulder was the prize of her lack of attention. Wincing, the girl scrambled back on her feet and checked the damage. Ah crap that would make fighting a bit more complicated. However it didn't stop her from doing so. You see Lyra always had an ace card, one where she did not need to lift even a finger as her opponents did the dirty work for her. Her eyes shined the color of blood when she turned to the Lycan who was coming at her. One moment it was running the next it stopped and froze before turning and punching his fist through another vampires cut. Her lunatic eruption was not something to take lightly.

I'll give you another sweet dream the next night

[[Kin_Tora]]

← ωε’яε αll ωατcнιηg [ The Scarred Vagabond ]

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“Hm? Cardinal rule?” Vash repeated dimly, his head arching slightly as he rolled the top hot about his blooded digits, his smile faltering when the large, blizzard of a canine snarled and snapped at him, sweat beading at the man’s brows before he chuckled to himself aloud, grasping the rim of the top hat in one hand as his dull, callused eye rose from the depths of his hat as his smile grew arched upon left side, causing the disfiguring scar too ripple in respond.

“Oh~and yes, I amused Mr. Jason before his death.”

“So Inner City isn’t a ‘free’ place.” He murmured, his eyes narrowing as his grin fell from his lips, his hands trembling. All the rumors he heard, all the information he gathered had been useless. His digits trembled as Vash’s head tucked into his chest, his eyes closed in frustration. It was not the free place he had been told about. And because of that…Vash now had a new goal. And his eyes flashed as his smile returned, tossing his head back in an erratic laugh. A single, hollow, emotionless, “HA!” before he returned to gazing at the women before him, the top hat rolling into one hand as the man flicked his wrist. “My, my, your eyes shine so beautifully when you seethe! I wonder how they glow when you smile…” Vash stated aloud before he feel silent once again, before shaking his head.

“Innocent humans?” He repeated simply, before he rolled the hat once again between hands, his smile growing even wider as his pink gums had become to appear. “Ohh~how wrong you are.” Vash mused as his arms were throw out before him once again, exposing his bloody hands to the world before him before he began to talk once again.

“You see little girl--” Vash quickly corrected himself as not to receive the once seething tone of the youth before him. No, she was a little girl, believing this world, this Inner City, too be ‘innocent’. There was no ‘innocent’ or ‘guilty’, only ‘order’ and ‘chaos’. Laws, bounds, promises, while contrast there were freedom, bewilderment, amusement. Nothing was GOOD nor EVIL. “—no, you’re right, you’re not little, only young—“ His own tone lowered an octave, becoming more sinister as the crimson fluid trickled and rained from the edges of his digits as the shape of the top hat seemed to quake and shiver, before retaking its form. “—do you know what happens when the order is restored by ‘guardians’ like yourself?” Vash questioned before he wondered over to the large, ivory truck that had ceased moving. His hand pressed against it pristine surface, before he moved his had about upon the surface, the crimson liquid taking the form of sloppy penmanship, but it was legible. Just enough. “When order is restored, everyone becomes so serious and tensed filled that-eventually-that order and sanity shatters, and a riot-even bigger then any other you have seen-breaks out. People die, killed by the hands of other humans. And-eventually-there is nothing more then—“ He paused, moving too the side of his scriptures, and plastered across the side was a single word.

Chaos.

“Chaos is the answer to everything! If you tame the chaos, then you have the greatest tool, Little girl!” Vash mused as he placed the dark tophat atop his head once again, rotating his hands as he attempted to rid himself of the human’s fluid. No longer hungry since this youth had ruined his meal ”Let me ask you, little girl, how long do you expect these Cardinal Rules to remain in play with these humans?” Vash questioned again as he grasped the top hat again reaching a hand into it once as the limb seemingly disappear amongst the darkness.

“As long as it’s convenient for them. Because that’s how humans are.” Vash quickly added, as his smile grew wicked, his arm retreating from the top hat, as it grew inverted, changing shape. In his right hand was a length weapon; the head of the weapon a wide blade. The spear did not shine with any brilliance; it did not glow nor smile as it was exposed to the carnage before him. No. This blade was made of shadows. Darkness. Nothing more. A tool for the man’s own will. As his arm hoisted forward, the spear left his grip as Vash looked from the ground, his smile still plastered across his features as he spoke up.

“Why so serious, little girl?!”

[Shintei Shinzer0]

NO more inhibitions....
NO more pain....
NO more regrets....
the hunt....starts NOw.

Breezy.....that was the only thing that could describe the daylight as Vester stood around in a place that he should have been dying. What he was seeing was completely unreal. taking his self, and slowly turning his puzzled head to the left, his dark eyes shifted towards people walking, with a child. When he finally looked closer at that child he could only help but feel a pain in his gut shoot through him as if he had been impaled by something big. That child was him...and those people were his parents. Something in him urged to go and speak to them, and he couldn't resist that voice. "Hello ma'am, hello there little man, what is your name?"

.........no response, form any of them.

that was when it hit him. He was having another nightmare again. his mind was always playing demonic tricks on him ever since brody's death, he has not felt ease or peace from the curse. infact, there would be times where he would feel the urges to feed and urges to kill rise within him just as fast as if Brody were right there next to him urging him on. He could't remember how many times on six hands that he had to barely ask Lain to help him calm down, or even sometimes she would have to zap his chi and subdue him to a slumber to snap out of it. It just wasn't real. if the curse was supposed to be over, then why was he still suffering? why was he still in pain? why was he still KILLING!! He couldn't understand it, and for the entire near decade that things were quiet, he was still suffering, only alive because the woman he had grown to love was always by his side, unconditionally. The sad part was he hadn't officially told her how he felt. He didn't want to tell her, and then he snap and doing something vile to her because of it. But it was undeniable. Lain had stuck by him when he was ordered to kill his own master Kendric right infront of her. when Valentines home was invaded, and the two of them had to escape. During his run in with novius, and the entire time he was under complete control of the curse, locked up with the neo lasambra, she was there. Things like that tend to grow on a guy, even if he has been dead for a while.

shooting up from his room in Valentines old place, which he and lain had made there own and relocated, He was feeling clamy on the outside, and he knew what that meant. Something was pulling at him, and it wasnt lains white cat. He could feel something was a miss within the inner city, and decided it best to get up, outfitting himself within his new black outfit, black jacket and black jeans, and a pair of red driving gloves that made it easier for him to keep the blood off his hands if he had to kill someone, and headed out of the house, and immediately, he was tapped by something mentally, or more so by someone....

"You must hunt them....my son."

He coudlnt' believe what his thoughts had just heard.....Kendrics voice played in his head, and he could tell, there was no denying it. Kendric was the only one who called him 'son'. He didn't even question it out loud, and he knew exactly what hunt he was talking about. that feeling he got, was a feeling that only came about when someone else boasting the curse was near by, and this time it was multiple people. His first instinct was to go ahead and follow the trail to the nearest one. He made his first move, and before he got even two blocks away from the House, he was approached by Lycans. They had no clue who they were dealing with. the first one rushed at him, and without even taking any special stance, he just stretched out his hand, and the shadows from behind him reached out, contrict the lycans neck. they didn't have to squeeze, because the force the lycan was running at paired with the abrupted stop that the shaodows caused broke the creatures neck completely. Almost to a point where the bone was powdery and washed within the lycans blood stream. The others saw this and started to back away a little, but instead of running they all rushed at once.

another fatal mistake. Vester jumped back about 3 feet, and raised his hands to the air, as if he were comanding something to rise. well what he was commanding were the shadows of the lycans that were rushing at him. within moments, all 10 that surrounded him foudn themselves impaled by their own shadow, getting penetrated from the achillies heel and out through their throats. Shaking his head, and feeling the thrill, he moved on. His mind was made up, and he knew what he had to do. Picking up the pace, he rushed using his celerity to move towards the nearest cursed one that he felt. Now his innitial intention was not to fight the creature yet, but he wanted to be sure that what he was feeling was not anyone familiar. A blur is all that bystanders could see, and any interference along the way would simply be irradicated. Other lycans who seemed hell bent on doing nothing but attacking were dispatched with ease. Hell everything that vester killed he had yet to use his hands

Lain was still at the house, and he knew that she would not be fond of him leaving without notice, but it was also something that she was probably used to by now. She wasn't going to have a hard time finding him because all she had to do was follow the path of death and fire that he had left behind him. Or since they were mentally linked, she could just ask, which ever she preffered to do. the feeling that he was following shifted suddenly, and seemed to intensify, and with that, he shifted with it, taking him from a back alley and crashing through a building like it was nothing. He was now moving as if he were an out of control frieght liner that had a cow catcher attatched to the front instead of a bumper, just to give you an idea. People were getting knocked out of the way, and finally he came close to what he was looking for. He slowed his pace to an opening that revealed 2 familiar faces, and one not so familiar, but the evil intent felt VERY deja vu-ish. It appeared to be Lady Awa and Lintain, who looked as if someone was fighting, but what the hell was that other female? she was gorgeous, and felt evil as hell.

His feet came to a stop, as he slowed and really focused on the new face. her complexion, her stature, her aura, it all felt to familiar, almost like consoa, and not consoa....and in a sick way reminded him of that a*****e who controlled him, but that wasn't him either.....still, he could feel that she was a bearer of the curse, and that was the part that he was interested in. It as this moment that he had given himself a new mission, a new purpose for his afterlife, and his very sould would not rest until it was complete. The bearers of the curse must be killed, so that his LaSambra blood can regain its regality, and once again be a proud vampire clan within the masquerade.

He did not act when he saw everyone. Instead he just backed into the shadows, covering his physical appearance, except his eyes, which were now shining a light gold from the complete darkness, almost as if he were a canine beast simply studying his prey.....well in a sense he was.

If he learned anything, it was to never fight your foe on first sight.......

[Ryo Sho Sen]

ω н є и -- p є o p ℓ є -- к є є p -- т є ℓ ℓ i и ԍ -- y o υ -- т н a т -- y o υ -- c α и ' т -- ∂ o -- α -- т н i и ԍ
y o υ -- ω o я к -- є v є и -- h α я ∂ є я -- т o -- p я o v є -- т н є м -- ω я o и ԍ

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Andrea just watched as the man rolled his top hat over his fingers. His smile was still plaster across his face. However Andrea did note that his grin seemed to weaken a little when his eyes fell upon Artemis. Her faithful pooch had not let up at all on her intimidating snarls. Artemis may not be a spry young puppy anymore, but she still stayed at Andrea’s side and protected her. More then once that dog had attacked and run off enemies on the young DaCiana’s behalf, which was impressive for the creatures age. Yes Artemis was well into her prime, it was amazing that the dog still managed to run around the city like she did. The shepherd was after all…as old as Andrea was. That didn’t seem to matter to the man, he still looked uncomfortable with the dogs presence regardless of the beasts age or strength. Perhaps the man just wasn’t a dog person. Well that was unfortunate, although she didn’t look like it now Andrea was quite the impressive canine species. He seemed bemused about the concept of a cardinal rule. Well it was pretty clear that he was a stranger to this city, coming in from the outside. He didn’t seem to have any morals. All that he seemed concerned about, was the freedom to torture people to his ever loving content. Well if he put it that way, then yes….the City was not completely free.

Both order and freedom in society are indeed important. But does one take precedence over the other, particularly during times of crisis or war? And who decides? All these things were considered seventeen years ago when the agreement was made. For the sake of ending violence, some freedoms had to be restricted, and a system to retain order had to be established. And thus the guardians had been born. Any vampire or lycan that disagreed had the freedom to leave and hunt elsewhere without repercussions. All that was asked, was that uncalled for violence stay out of the city. And Andrea…being born with the DaCiana ideals instilled in her mind took it upon herself to make sure that those with murderous and psychotic intents were eradicated or chased from the city. For seventeen years, since the death of Brody and her mother there had been a sense of peace in the city. It was as if a ceasefire had been ordered between the vampires and the lycans. For the first time in thousands of years, there was a truce. And Andrea was not about to let that slip through her fingers.


She had not been born in warring times like her mother and many others had been. However, that did not mean that she took peace for granted. No, she understood her mothers ambitions and reasoning. It all went back to one of the man that established the Ragnar pack, Decebal DaCiana. Decebal had been an ambitious man. He knew that disposing of vampires entirely was near impossible, and he was well aware that they needed blood to survive. He couldn’t deny them food. However if they wiped out all the humans in the city by killing them with their greedy feeding habits then the vampires would have turned to the next best food source available…lycans. So in order to help preserve the future safety of the species he had made it his mission to held keep the human population in the city from waning. And that was the beginning of the Ragnars mission. They became the citie’s protectors. If the most sinister beings were disposed of then the city would be better off on all sides. Only vampires and lycans with morals would be left, so backstabbing and feuds would diminish. The human population would not decline so dramatically. And Decebal even had hopes that the lycans could work out some arrangement with the vampires in the city. Then the Ragnar pack would take back the west side of the city they had once dominated. Be apart of civilization again, but still keep vigilant for any creatures that strayed from the flock.

It took almost a thousand years, but her Mother had actually done what her ancestors had set out to do. And for this man to question their ways only made Andrea’s all the more angry. Although at the same time there was some truth in what he said. Not that she would admit it. Chaos was human nature, and peace was just a dream that those light of heart hoped for.


“Chaos is the answer to everything! If you tame the chaos, then you have the greatest tool, Little girl!”


Andrea preferred the dream.

“Chaos isn’t the answer….it is the lesson.” Andrea spoke quietly as she continued to watch him carefully. “This used to be a city ruled by mayhem, death was constant and everyone lived in fear, and in the midst of that pandemonium…vampires and lycans manage to unite against a common enemy, and it was then that they learned it was more fruitful to be allies then adversaries…and so we made a pact” However she doubted that was what he was concerned with. He was more focused on the concept of protecting humans then anything else. “The humans are not all innocent, that much we know…we are not morons after all” Andrea practically scoffed. “We don’t rule them, our laws simply keep immortals from picking them off like sheep to slaughter. Human upon human violence is their business. We leave humans to deal with their own criminals….they have their justice system…and we have ours”

Artemis suddenly began to bark madly as the man’s hand disappeared into that hat of his. Suddenly something began to change, his hand withdrew something long and dark. Andrea’s muscles tensed as the man’s smile became all the sinful. What he had in his hand was a spear like weapon…made out of nothing but darkness. Suddenly his arm moved swiftly forward and the elongated weapon left his grip. Andrea didn’t hesitate for even a second, she had quickly grabbed Artemis under one arm and moved to the side and out of the spear heads path. Her golden eyes immediate snapped to his smirking expression upon hearing his last statement. Again with the little crap! And did he honestly think that little javelin throw was going to get rid of her? Please! It wasn’t like she was a toddler.

“Just because I’m young doesn’t mean I’ll be an easy opponent for you!” Andrea snarled. The girl had a bad habit of talking big.









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ƒ α т ε - - d o ε s - - и o t - - c o и т я o ℓ - - o υ я - - ℓ i v ε s
ω ε - - c o и т я o ℓ - - ƒ α т ε

[Ryo Sho Sen]

t a k e -- m y -- h a n d, -- w i p e -- t h e -- t e a r s -- c l e a n

I ' l l -- s h o w -- y o u -- s o m e t h i n g -- n e v e r -- m e a n t -- t o -- b e -- s e e n


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The small girl didn’t seem at all detoured as her purple tinted eyes bore into Awa’s own bored green eyes. However Awa wasn’t too concerned with the mere sprig of a girl. The fact that she was Brody’s daughter meant nothing to Awa personally really. All it emant was that Consoa was lurking somewhere with the rest of Brody’s pathetic followers. It wasn’t difficult to deduce that this girl had probably been brought up to be a killing machine. Those cursed rejects were so infatuated with power that they wouldn’t think of doing anything else. So Awa didn’t doubt the girls strength or skill…only the maturity.

She may have been taught how to fight, however she had no etiquette when it came to actually facing an opponent. The child was sloppy in Awa’s mind. Part of the fun of battle, was getting to know your foe. Fighting was the best way to evaluate another individual’s power and the most entertaining form of getting to know someone better. Unfortunately, being young an impatient this….girl had already given Awa a glimpse of her ability. It might not have seemed like much, but Awa could usually tell a lot about a person just from simple reactions and movement that they made. And the daughter of Brody was a brash and ill tempered little runt. Not to mention that she felt the need to aster herself by displaying just how unmerciful that she was. Just moment ago a lycan had wandered in, apparently one of Consoa’s degenerate cronies. And the blonde made quick work of him, tearing off his face in the process of extracting him from the building.

Suddenly another presence drew Awa’s attention. It figured that Lintain would still be alive if Consoa was. Brody pets stuck together like super adhesive it seemed. Awa looked on with amusement as he addressed the girl, and even went as far as to warn her about Awa. The girl however didn’t seem interested in what the boy had to say, that much was obvious as she tried to rough him up a bit. Apparently the girl liked to show everone that she was the top b***h. Man what was it with children and their need to assert dominance over everyone? Being a b*****d child didn’t make you top dog. this was becoming rather tiresome. Awa’s green eyes travelled over Lintain as he seemed to feel it necessary to also issue her a warning as well. A finely tweezed eyebrow arched ever so slightly.

“Save your breath, you are going to need it to explain to Consoa why her bundle of joy had to be returned in pieces….”

Awa said, her voice still level and cool. Awa needed no warning, because she treated all opponents the same. She always fought with a level of fierceness that was frightening and awe inspiring all at the same time. This…Broda character may have been bred to kill…but so was Awa. The woman was born into a culture based on violence and brutality. There was a reason why she was called the Barbarian queen. Before she was even turned she had been a fierce warrior, a Viking. Broda had seventeen years of training, and even if she was a fast learner there was no way she could retain all the knowledge that Awa had. Afterall Awa had over a thousand and a half years of actual experience in the heat of battle, she had taken part in wars all across history. If there was blood to be shed, then she and her lover had been there. Broda finally turned her attention away from Lintain, and focused her eyes back upon the great vampire goddess who was still nestled in her grand chair. And then, the girl vanished.

The sound of her blade could be heard whistling through the air. And then, a clunk echoed in the abyss of the cathedral. The top half of the throne had gone skittering across the floor only to come to a stop a few feet away. The cut was clean, however….no blood splatter the floor.

“Your speed is impressive….” Awa said. The great Barbarian queen was standing just a little was off to the right of the now halved throne. The girls celerity was practically on par with her own. The moonlight that streamed through the broken window panes glinted off the blade of the great ax that was held in Awa’s hand. “I only hope your strength is equally exciting…for your sake” high potency was rare for a vampire, however Awa was unlike most Assamites. And if the girls strength faded beneath the behemoth of a woman’s might, then she would find this battle to be more difficult then she could ever imagine. "Now come...and try a little harder this time, I would hate for this to be a boring encounter." Another presence had come inside the cathedral. However Awa didn't have the time to focus or greet them at the moment...








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ƒ α т ε - - d o ε s - - и o t - - c o и т я o ℓ - - o υ я - - ℓ i v ε s
ω ε - - c o и т я o ℓ - - ƒ α т ε

[King Kiyen Kurata]

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Seems like destiny repeats itself.
Two twins, brother and sister,
Guardians of the Ragnar Pack.
Son and Daughter of Caska and Scion.
Andrea and Casion DiCiana!

Casion glimpse out the corner of his bullion colored eyes and he watched as Tsukie dispatched of the lycans with rather ease. Casion had returned back to his human form only transforming to get the heard of Lycans that foolishly tried to kill him off. His shirt was gone and now he only remained with his jeans on. His head darted to the right and from the distance then he could smell someone else but all this Lycans and vampires were blocking his path. He was in no rush to get to her; the young firecracker could easily handle herself. His black hair looked ruffled, while his eyes gazed upon Lyrah. Well, wasn’t this a surprise, the vampire guardian of the assamites was here as well? He just looked with a cocky smirk towards her.” So, I assume your side is being attacked as well? See because for a minute I thought you guys were behind it. No hard feelings thought eh?” It was clear that the vampires and lycans still were not fond of each other but due to this little treaty that they had then they weren’t allowed to engage or commence in combat.

Once again, his eyes widened as if something had completely shocked him. His attention was directed upon Tsukie, the lycan woman who had bit him earlier. That discipline she was using…..It was similar to his fathers? Who in the hell was this woman? It couldn’t grasp it yet because his father told his children that he was an only child. He probably didn’t want them to know exactly what or where he was from. It wasn’t too much he every told them about his past except for that, there mother had saved him and that his clan wasn’t as kind as the Ragnars. Strong yes, but kind, no where near it. His ears twitched when he heard the barking from a distance. It was those keen senses kicking in and if he didn’t know any better that was Artemis. He growled lowly. No, it was someone else besides these slaves in front of them with his sister.

That only meant one thing; if it came down to it then he would be there which Is why he didn’t seem to be worried. He turned around to see the vampires and Lycan’s charging. He was growing tired of this annoyance and all around atrocities and senseless bloodshed. Casion turned to look at the horde and gaggle of vampire and lycan alike racing towards him like horses on a track meet and his eyes seem to flicker. It was a hint of electricity in his eyes. He begins walking towards them with a calm expression on his face. The energy seemed to itinerary around him like water in a moat. This was his unknown element. The foolish mindless brutes continue to charge on not knowing what they were getting themselves into and then smirked as they leapt forward. He didn’t even bother to move. They all seemed to surround him with rather ease appearing as they tackled him and with not a moment to spare, there bodies erupt violently with a sudden jolt and they exploded.

He was covered in there gore and his eyes opened showing a calm expression. The son of Caska was much more like her. She wouldn’t brag about how they were easily defeated or even how weak they were. This was simply a distraction. A diversion for what? He didn’t have time to wait. The first thing he would do was check to see if there were any survivors. His eyes scanned the ruins and multiple bloody bodies until he found one moving. His celerity carried him to the body quickly. It seemed as though the child wasn’t bit she was just terrified even of him. He wasn’t good at this but he would try his best.

“ Child, are you OK? It’s safe to come out.” She didn’t move at all because she was aware of what he could change into. Casion just smiled happily at her. He was nothing like Scion, only when he grew enraged was there a problem. He reached out slowly and grasped her hand softly and lifted her from the rubble. She had minor cuts and bruises and she clinched herself to him tight. It was normal for her to be afraid and most likely if she was this young then her parents have been murdered as well. He cringed at the thought of it! Now he had a child on his hands that probably was too traumatized to talk. SO exactly what was he to do with her? Well that he didn’t know yet but it was still more of these things out here and he was approaching. Now he would have to play protector. She looked at the oncoming heathens and she screamed out. Casion almost had to cover his ears to the sheer nature of her frantic scream. She wiggled her way out from his grasp and begin running.

He watched as one of the vampires targeted her. “ s**t…” He knew this was going to come off very painful because one of those vampires had a weapon. He would have to prove to the girl that he was there to protect her. The vampire’s celerity was quick and he descended above her looking to tackle and most likely feed his glutton urge. She turned and screamed covering her face and the sword piercing noise was heard. A wince or better yet a whimper came from Casion.

When the girl opened her eyes she would see the sword inches from her face but pierced threw his upper chest with his hands on the ground on the outsides of her smaller frame. He breathed heavy and smiled,”hey kid, try to stay close to me so I wont have to get impaled again.” He winced throwing his foot back and kicking the vampire away and due to his tight grasp on the sword it was extracted from Casion’s body. The girl snuggled in close to him. At least he had convinced her with the price of pain and blood. He looked down at her with one eye open and patted her head. He stood up with his honey scent blood running down his sculpted chest. He hoisted the girl up in one arm and glared at the oncoming Neo Lasambra posse. This time she was content with grasping him tight. Now, he would just have to hold out. The wound hurt but it would heal once he had a chance to relax.

Each one has to find his peace from within.
And peace to be real must be unaffected by outside circumstances which is why me and my sister will not fail
.Peace is it's own reward and our deceased mother has found that.
You will not sully her honorable name.

[[Kin_Tora]]

← ωε’яε αll ωατcнιηg [ The Scarred Vagabond ]

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“So then, the humans were aware of the war that took place here?” Vash swaggered, as he saw the women nimbly avoid the javelin, holding the large canine in her arms as she moved about the battlefield, the man only smiled too himself. It appeared that the little girl was quite promising in the art of combat. But acrobatics got no one anywhere, when someone with little empathy was fighting. He moved, boots digging into the earth as he spun past were the girl had once been standing, his hand grasping the butt of the javelin as it landed in the ground, only kissing the crust of the asphalt for a moment before the Javelin had begun to change form in the hands of the anarchist once again. The blade became broad, while the weapon’s girth grew thin enough to be considered a two-dimensional object. The handle craned about his fingers as the man drew the blade form the ground, placing the dull side of the weapon upon his shoulders as he turned to face her once again, a smile upon his lips, his scar wrinkling in response as his pale eyes scanned the women before him. He choice the dream, as Vash could only chuckle as his eyes narrowed. No longer were they the once blissful expression of a man witness a woman. No, the expression was far more sinister. His eyes had shown with the same dark force that seemed to drive his sword. The anarchy, the insanity that seemed to shape the man.
A man that was a veteran killer.

The blade was spun about with little effort as Vash had begun to approach the youth once again, before the dull edge of lashed across his shoulders yet again. “Let me ask you something, little girl.” Vash mused, the muscles tensed in his legs as he rushed forward at his full speed, before he stopped only a few feet in front of her, his boots digging into the earth, his digits curling about the blade as he swung it at her, attempting to drive her back. “The humans drove you out of your original home, correct? Within Inner City, otherwise you wouldn’t be living out in the forest.” He stated with a wider smile, noticing her expression changing over the course of the time they had remained. She had chosen a dream of Order. There was no order, only tamed Chaos attempted to be given rules. Chaos was human nature. Chaos was everything’s original nature. And Vash knew this, the sword changing shape once again, becoming long, the head of it flat and bladed as he swung a newly formed ax at her.

“They called you monsters. ‘Demons’. ‘Furries’.” He stated, as the ax came back around to slash at her, his grip growing tighter as he took steps after her, attempting to keep her in line. He knew about her kind, he knew what they were called. He was not too far off from being like her. But instead of changing into a different mammal, he consumed the precious liquid of other living beings. “So how could you help them, protect them?” He erupted in questions again as he swung yet again with full force behind the ax as it once again had changed shape, before a wickedly curved sickle, the man’s grasp upon it changed yet again as he held the weapon in one hand, this free hand falling into his pockets.

“How could you not hate them?!” He stated after a moment, swinging the sickle about once again as he took a step. “How could you not hate them all, little girl?!” He mused

[Guh...short.]

[Pinku-Cherrypop]

Lain, as usual, could be found in Valentine's old study. She was sitting on the windowsill, one leg pulled up and the other dangling. Her eyes where closed and wind, carrying along several different frequency, played with her hair. The city had been peaceful for a long time but not anymore. It was almost as if tonight signaled the beginning of a new war. Or perhaps the old one was not as finished as everyone liked to believe. The city would be cast back into chaos and this time she would not be able to ignore it. The reason was quite simple. The reason was a person actually. One she had come to love, even though she had never told him. Not once in all these years. It was the cruelest and most dangerous kind of love. Where she knew she would do anything he asked of her and where she would lay her life on the line without ever asking anything in return. Even if she wanted to, she was in too deep now to get out.

Even though his curse had been lifted it was far from gone. Sometimes she found herself wondering if it would ever truly be over. It was tearing him apart and the best she could do for him was ease his suffering. How many times hadn't she been forced to stop him? How many times hadn't she held her breath thinking he would kill her? But she was still there. The thought of leaving never occurred to her. Whatever might happen, she was prepared for it.

Lain opened her eyes at the opening and closing of the front door. She didn't need to look down to know that it was Vester who had gone out. No doubt he had sensed the disturbances in the city as well. Lain knew better then to call after him, knowing he would eventually come back. If he needed her he could easily let her know and she would be able to find him within moments. Something soft and furry rubbed her legs and Lain leaned down to pick it up. The white feline mewled softly. “ I know.” She said, petting the sleek ball of fur on her lap. “ I'm worried too.” By all rights the cat should have died years ago but the feline still looked exactly the same as it had when she had first seen it. Valentine had blessed her with a special friend but she had never gotten the chance to ask him just what made the cat blessed with such long life. Anyone who knew Lain also knew the cat was the disguise she often used but now a days one would not spot her in such appearance much anymore. Even though Lain's outward appearance might not have changed the inside had. Where she had been extremely shy before, she was now soft spoken and a little less timid. She just might have become a little bit of stronger person.

The slender body, dressed solely in white garbs, slowly rose from it's resting place. A soft sigh escaped the pale woman's lips. Moving gently across the room to the empty fireplace in front of which stood Valentine's old desk. Once it had been the center piece of the room and she could just picture him sitting behind it. But he wasn't there anymore and she wondered if he'd be proud of her if could see her now. “ Come on.” She told the cat. “ Let's go find him.” Doing so would not be hard even without using any discipline. The trail of violence he left behind told her enough of the state he was in and the direction he had taken and her hand covered her mouth and nose to block out the strong scent of lycan blood. It was not a pleasant smell.

[Naruna Ito]

A clone you say?
NO, I am now far
advanced then he
will ever be. I am the
perfect warrior and only time
will show it.

Tsukie glared as the enemies surrounded her but at this point they were already dead. She glared at them and with in a instant the black fire streaked out from her hands scorching them off the slightest touch. They were dispatched of easy and there numbers were starting dwindle. She turned to see Casion and what she saw was just pathetic. He was letting himself get injured for a small little child who's parents had been most likely killed. It despised her to think of it but that display showed that not only was fathers child when it came to anger but when it came to just flat out,caring for others, he was Caska reincarnated. It was quite disturbing. He had sustained a deep injury for the brat. She figured she would inform of something. Her voice projected in a cold like manner.

"Hey boy, what the hell are you doing?! Your sacrificing yourself for someone who wont live long anyway. Stop being a idiot and think clearly. She probably has no where to go and she will be put into a orphanage and then sooner or later she will be killed. You should know this is not the last we will see of these things. So get rid of the child now, she is only going to make you weaker." Her words had sharp meaning behind them. She said exactly what she said for multiple reason. She wanted him to take her in. Maybe even agree to change her if that's what the girl wanted.

Now you will probably find yourself asking why? Well, this would put Tsukiko and herself in a better position to manipulate him. So just as Tsukiko she was a crafty individual but they needed one of the twins and Casion was going to be the easy. She turned to look at the girl who addressed her.Oh so the other guardian brat was capable of handling herself? Well that was just all fine and well. The whole time she had been starring at Tsukie, she wasn't going to bother telling her about the threat and soon she paid for it. With most likely a dislocated shoulder." Such a cute annoying brat should worry about herself. I suggest you go back to Lady Awa and when you speak to me watch your mouth. I would have to send off such a pretty half cleaved face to Awa."

She had to admit it. The little brat was cute, she had seen her before but she couldn't quite remember where. Either way she had a mouth on her that would get her injured. She would take her leave now and report back to Tsukiko. There was only about ten of those lycan and vampires left so there was no need for concern. After seeing the display of energy that Casion could perform she knew he would be just fine. She sheathed the massive sword on her back again and glared back to Casion."You had better remember would I said boy, don't limit yourself to the weak." After that said she vanished out of sight and she would report back to Tsukiko with the blood sample.

“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell”

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Stray was beginning to grow bored of the two who were talking. She could sense their hatred and how they wanted to fight, but not a single drop of blood was spilled yet. Tapping her chin she tried to debate on what to do next. It wasn’t like the fight would never start, but they were surely taking their time. ”Guess I will have to make fun somewhere else.” Her eyes darted to another direction and even before someone could spot her, she was gone.

She listened to the dark as she jumped to rooftop to rooftop. As she grabbed hold of a fire escape her senses began to inflame. Stopping her eyes searched everywhere, turning from their regular human look to slitted eyes. Licking her lips she could already taste the iron and the nectar that she enjoyed. Someone was bleeding, but not just one person, but more than one. It didn’t matter the type of blood there was blood everywhere. It was like a drug and she felt the high ever before it reached her lips. Her eyes returned back to normal, but her senses didn’t. Jumping from where she was, her feet hit the gravel underneath her, but then she moved on. Her speed was fast and she could outmatch any car that passed by her. The main city wasn’t her destination though, because she sensed the blood was a little farther.

Stray then stopped and saw some people, but then the bodies around them. ”I didn’t know Vampires and Lycans worked together. What a beautiful sight.” Walking out from the darkness she stepped into a street light, placing a hand on the cold metal. Batting her eyes a couple of times she looked at the two of them, but then saw the small human child. Stray never feasted upon small children, but right now she was erratic and couldn’t anticipate what she would do next. ”I hope you don’t mind, but I’m pretty thirsty and it looks like you left out enough drinks to feed an army.” Smiling to herself rather than them she walked away from the lamp post and towards a dead Lycan body. Her eyes never left the two of them, watching them closely.

Right now her appearance seemed rather human, the yellow cap hiding her greatest appearance. She smiled at the Lycan boy who was standing there, but then down at the dead body. ”To believe brothers in arms would kill each other. Guess I predicted the wrong outcome of this war.” Looking back up she saw the small girl clinging to the boy, which was strange. Her eyes narrowed a fraction as she looked at them, but she then looked at the female this time. She was a vampire and from the stance she took she was an assamite. There were many reasons why she didn’t like assamites, but right now she couldn’t let her other emotions flood her.

Kneeling down she placed a hand around the dead lycan’s next and then slowly brought it closer to her lips. ”You might want to turn the girl away; I don’t have good manners when I am feeding.” Her cyan colored eyes were still dull, but when the blood hit her bottom lip they began to glow. She turned her attention towards the kill and her fangs grew, until they punctured right where a blood vein was. Closing her glowing eyes she began to drink down the Lycans blood. Since it was dead she would not turn into a Lycan, but she felt the wolfish aspects in its blood. Drinking down every last drop until the carcass was dry, she smiled and let the body shrivel up and fall to the ground. ”Hmmm, tasty.”

Giving a childish laugh she stood up and wiped her mouth then looked back towards her audience. Keeping the cap on her head she looked at them and then at the little girl. Her eyes were not glowing anymore, the animalistic powers in her growing dull. ”So what brings a Lycan and a vampire together under the ever watchful moon?”

Stray wasn’t someone to play games, but she enjoyed them occasionally. Seeing the battle that she missed around her made her disappointed. She never liked it when festivities happened before she arrived, but she didn’t mind causing her own occasional fiasco. Giving a friendly smile she laughed and tapped her chin. ”I hope you don’t mean to mix the blood lines, someone of your age boy can’t undergo such a thing.” Giggling again her eyes narrowed, but that friendly smile was still on her face. She felt the excitement building up, but what exactly was she going to do next? Thinking back there were things she could have done right now, but she enjoyed the thrill.

”How about we start off with something simple. I don’t like games, but I can tolerate them.” Winking she disappeared in a flash and then was behind the boy, her arms wrapped around the girl’s torso. ”But I do like a game of cat and mouse, dog boy. You can be the cat this round.” Laughing she took the girl from his possession and then began to run…