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Alistair smiled sadly at the scar. "Deathdealer no doubt..." She sighed. "Oh, to be young again. My sire waited until I was about twenty to turn me..." She smiled softly at the memory. "That was about six hundred years ago..." She cleared her throat. "I'm very sorry 'bout that...A trip down memory lane...." SHe smiled, her eyes closed for a moment.

Laughing softly at the question, she replied, "Yes, I'm an Irish woman...I've got the fires of Eire with in me." She smiled at her. "Six hundred is a far cry from the dawn to me. I feel old, but I'm not really...." She smiled again. Then, she looked about. "How far away do you live?"

She sighed, "The women of Ireland are generally described as 'fey' because of their fires within." She smiled. "No matter how long you're away, it's sitll in you." She realized then the error that she'd made. "I apologize, by the way, for asking you such a question." She bowed her head in a formal manner. "You know...there are different sorts of vampires and lycans just as there are different sorts of people...."

She sighed, "My race is respectable...but deathdealers do as they're told, as do most who have pledged themselves to covens." She sighed again..."Your mimicing my accent wasn't at all bad. You ought to take it up as a hobby," she suggested. Then, remembering something, she cleared her throat, "I'm sorry, lass, but I must away. Careful going home to your house!" ((Sorry, g2g)) Then, she turned and seemed to disappear.

Arceli walks down the street, but it was torture for her. Her senses were advancing far faster than she could lean to utilise. Everything made her Paranoid. She could smell people, hear them through walls. Every conversation within a mile, every drop of blood, every bead of sweat. She couldn't stand it, it made her feel trapped, and it made the best inside stir. She had tried visiting the contryside but that didn't help. She'd killed animals and eaten them raw, without even transforming. At least here... she hadn't killed a human without transforming yet. She needed to speak to Xandora. She hears a noise, a stray cat. She looks at it and fights the urge to growl, but fails. The cat hisses back and Arceli pounces on it, even in her human form she was faster than the animal, and she bit into it's hide, tearing away the furred skin with her teeth. Her pupils are dilated and irises tinted yellow and, when the cat is torn she recoils in shock, and vomits. She can hear laughing in the house she's leaning on, a conversation, words she struggles to understand. it was like she was listening to another language, an echo of a conversation. It made her feel dizzy. She stumbles away from the place and leaves the cat mewing helplessly, not quite dead but dieing.

Krii'Ouse was tracking the daemoness. 'I'll get this one. Except... wait...' he discreetly probed a few passing thoughts. 'Oh, s**t... she's an Elder... Well... I've been meaning to kill one of them for a long time...' Krii'Ouse said.

He drew his cold-iron daisho, and prepared to charge at the daemoness. 'Damned beasts!' he said, walkign faster, his grip on his blades tightening, his eyes narrowing. His thoughts weren't being shielded, and he let them loose. A few angered thoughts crept through, and could be heard by any telepath nearby.

's**t... she's luring me... Well, I guess she'll get her wish...' Krii'Ouse thought. He kept his blades close to his coat, to keep them invisible. When he got within five metres, he spoke.

'Daemoness... what are you doing here? Why do your kind plague my home? Huh?! You want somethign from us Humans? Well, here's a little something!!' his voice rose as he spoke, and slowly stepped closer. On his last word, he swung his main hand, and prepared to guard with his off hand.