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" If you don't want to touch me fine, I cant make you, but remember how it has made you feel better, remember are talks. " he said as he looked at her and watched the other two leave . " Just becouse I don't look the same dose not men im not the same. " He said as he glared at her. " Maybe I should not even try to do this body thing if I have to louse all of my friends."

" since when could you harm me." He said as he stud and walked over to her whit his full speed. and wrap her in his arms. " Tare in to me if you will, becouse it mens nothing to me if I have no one to share my self with like I have with you, so hurt me if you feel the need becouse scars, bones and even body parts heal, but a friend is something that dose not come back ." He said as he held her tight waiting for the pain to begin.

After spending the past night and so resting from his fight. Yawgmoth was ready to show himself again. Only at about a quarter of his true strength from whatever marking Reeve had placed upon him, he came up the stone stairwell. His deep set crimson eyes staring forward into the room. The odd black markings etched upon his lower left cheekbone and down that side of his neck from where the demonic entity tagged him as its host. Spotting Ziven within the room Yawgmoth scoffed under his breath. No doubt that puny runt would try to pull some stunt against him for offing her beloved Reeve. Well that's what she got for letting him go off and not keeping him on a shorter leash. Yawgmoth would not apologize and would in fact, rub the fact in her pretty little face if she brought up to him. But, his intentions tonight were not to start a war, in fact, he was only up here to eat. Eating to fuel his demanding metabolism to revitalize his body. And so, without much more than a red crimson glance from his eyes towards the pair. Yawgmoth skimmed behind the bar and ducked into the kitchen quietly.

Several minutes went by before Yawgmoth came out of the kitchen. His canine teeth more pronounced than usual, a hungry expression upon his face. There was no meat that pleased his taste in the kitchen. He would have to go find some himself. But, he felt too lazy to do that stuff. So, he scoped the bar rack for something to drink. Taking it easy, he decided against Ali's whiskey and went with his usual red wine. He didn't feel like taking a glass and instead took the whole bottle popping the cork and downing a good sized portion of the liquid. He then roamed around the bar and found a seat sitting exact opposite of Ziven where he leaned forward and placed his hands upon his knees. Staring her straight in the eyes his unwavering crimson pools shone brightly as the dark king asked. "This is the first time you have ever lost someone isn't it? You have never been there when someone you care for has been killed before yesterday aren't we right?" Yawgmoth said in a cold grim tone. It was not that he cared but her reaction from it all seemed to indicate she had never seen death so readily before.

Yawgmoth shook his head with a laugh leaning back in the chair he sat in, drinking another long drink from the bottle he held. "The expression and lack of response on your face answers our question for us. You poor pitiful creature." Yawgmoth said drinking down another large gulp of wine keeping his crimson red eyes locked on her.

Fox walked in, he was still wearing the same pare of pance that he was in the day before. His black button up shirt was slung over his shoulder like it had been for some time. He was coming in from a all night training session. He had calmed down a little but he was still in his little fir of rage. He had half of a mind to fight with Yawgmoth, not really a fight but a sparing game. walking in with sweat dripping off of him and his hair matted and some scars opened up on his body. Durt was madded his his skin and packed under his nails. " God that was fun.' He said to him self, as he was heading over to the bar for a drink.