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Neko sniffed at Rouge's hand before rubbing her head against it. Her purring got a little bit louder. It always amazed Neko how many of the immortal races had a soft spot for cats. She mewed and licked Rouge's thumb before going back to putting her scent all over the vampire.

"Is it that obvious?" Neko asked Rouge with a bit of sarcasm, jumping up a stack of boxes to be on eye level with the vampire. Idly scratching her ear with a back paw, Neko continued "If I'm not just any cat, mayhaps you can take a guess as to what I really am?"

"Come now. Just figure it out." Neko said, smiling at Rouge in an encouraging way. "Just use process of elimination. What race do you know of that might be able to transform into a cat?"

*She thought for a moment..*
"A demon is all i can think...I've heard of animalian types....but never really spoken to one. Please excuse my ignorance.."

*Rogue's eyes didn't leave the cat but she pulled out her gun as she felt the lycan aura approaching.*

"That's right, I am a demon. And if that lycan over there is going to try what I think she's going to try, she'd better prepare to be pouncing a much larger animal." Neko said, fixing a knowing glance at the lycan. She smiled at Rouge again. "Your ignorance is excused. I know all too well that many of the other races know little about demons. We are a very broad race, to say the least." She bowed to the vampire slightly, intorducing herself. "But please, I digress. Before I shame myself further with my lack of manners, my name is Catrina, one of this city's demonic elders. Please call me Neko, however. What may I call you, vampire?" She glanced up to meet Rouge's emerald eyes again.

Arceli was out, and in more than one way. She was devoid of clothing for that human necessity was more than covered for by the thick fur that lined her canine body. That's right, she was out on the town as a wolf tonight. A real wolf, too, she had fully transformed and looked like she belonged in some forested area up north, not some mangy back street alleyway. And yet that is where she is, and her pure white fur is stained crimson on her face and chest for she was eating. Earting the carcass of a man she had killed. No one important, but then, everyone was important to someone.

Arceli had stopped feeling guilty when she killed, stopped feeling sick when she woke up with her mouth tasting like human blood. Sometimes she throught she wa sbecoming more animal than human. And sometimes she felt like she just didn't care, and it was at those times that she would become the beautiful wolf she was in he rheart, that ran with the hunter's moon and ate human flesh in the dead of night. And when Arceli woke in the morning with only a vague recollection of the night before, she smiled. And she begins looking foreward to the next one. But, it was not the kill she loved but the hunt. And through she longed to hunt with a pack like she could, she knew she was the only one who loved the hunt like she did. The only one who gave herself so fully to the beast.

She did considered moving to Canada, finding a real rolf pack and running in the snow. And hunting and eating animals. But she was too human for that, still. And She would miss Xandora, And Kiniki. She missed them already, though she knew they were close, they were always busy with their son. And rightfully so.

Arceli snaps back to reality as she tears the intestines of this poor young man from his body, his heart had long since stoppe dpumping but with each new tear pockets of blood and severed veins add to the pool that surrounded him. It was a hunter's moon tonight, and the hunter had hunted and she had caught her prey.

Cady leaps cleanly over a low building, only two stories and lands rather more slowly than is natural next to Rogue, hitting the floor with only a slight tapping of his feet. He had blood on his face, and he awas a hearty color. Very unlike his kind. And he wore a grin which bore his teeth, also stained crimson. His eyes contained a glint of mischief and also of madness. "My rogue!" He exclaims. And takes her roughly in his arms, forcefully kissing her and letting some blood pour into her mouth, not his blood but blood of his victims. And there were more than one.