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Selenia smirked inwardly at the girl's defiance. She had a fiery spirit and it was evident in most of the things she said and did. If there was any reason that she liked this girl, that would be why.

After a long and very uneventful carriage ride, they arrived at the large castle that held an awful stench. Like sweat and fur and beasts. The scent assaulted her highly developed senses, but she held her composure. Beckoning for Mikiria to follow her inside, Selenia glided ((glode? glade??)) across the jagged pavement leading up to the ruined looking castle. The gates were rusty and practically hanging off of the hinges. Most of the windows were grimy looking and some had broken panes. The appearance was a farce she knew. There's was a kind of a secret location. She knew that it was very well-kept and very rich looking inside. There was no one around as she approached the rotting wooden doors. She knocked once and they creaked open.

"My sentiments exactly. He probably knew we were coming." She entered the hall, amethyst eyes sweeping the hallway. They were lush in a rugged manner, if that made any sense. There were deep purple rugs lining the stone floors. They looked as if they hadn't been aired in ages. It was dark, and there were torches occasionally lining the walls in rusted sconces. It wasn't the most beautiful castle ever, but it was really nice in a dirty, smelly beast manner.

Selenia, the most beautiful thing here in her opinion (besides the younger one. She was pretty in her own werewolf way), made her way easily through the hall. She hadn't been here very often (that she would admit to, anyway), so she wasn't absolutely sure where she was going.

Mid-stride, a scruffy looking man stepped out from nowhere, it seemed. In fact, he had been waiting for her. "Milady. This way into the royal hall." He nodded at Mikiria in recognition of her kind and then turned around, leading the way.

Selenia let out an exasperated sigh at her servant girl's remark. "Hush, young one. We are trying to appear dignified." She laughed a little at this remark. It was sure to get a rise out of the young wolf. She followed the large, scruffy man down the dusty hallways to more large double doors made of old and splintered wood. The man bowed a slight bow and motioned for them to enter. Selenia pushed at the doors and they gave way easily into the royal hall.

And the far end of the hall was his wolfen majesty on top of a slightly gaudy throne. It was ebon coloured and decorated with skulls from who knew what beast. Probably past royalty, given the look of the skull shape. This always repulsed her. Vampires were a lot less crude in her opinion. He was sitting casually atop his chair, legs crossed and chin resting on palm. She knew he would be smirking. A few of his advisors were grouped around in a semi-circle.

She approached him with her personal Werewolf hopefully in tow. "Lord Zek." she greeted emotionlessly.

With a wide smile he crowed, "Lady Selenia! How lovely. I see you still have one of my people in your enslavement?" He turned his golden yellow eyes onto her servant.

Acknowledging her servant's pleas for help, Selenia nodded. "Even if she was my slave, I was not the enslaver." she said with a determined expression.

This comment threw Zek off guard. Was that supposed to be helpful? She was kind of socially awkward sometimes... This made his sharp-toothed smile grow ever wider. He tossed his head backwards in a barking laugh that was reminiscent of a dog. He scratched his shaggy chin while looking down at her from his crooked nose. "So, am I to assume that this is that diplomatic visit you were informing us about?" He lounged back in his throne.

A bit flustered, Selenia nodded again. He had laughed at her! What a hideous thing to do! She was royalty too! "Y-yes... I am representing the King of my kind in saying that we need your help." Most of the Vampires were not informed of this meeting, nor had they been informed of the problem. It was only recent, so only the royals and anyone that they had gossiped to knew... Not even Zek knew.

"Help with what?" he questioned. They didn't need help to his knowledge. Unless they were trying to kill of someone, which they still didn't need help for...

Zek's head snapped over to the girl. She had spoken although she wasn't royal and she had done it without permission? This girl was a fiery one alright. This pleased him. they couldn't have picked a better servant for the Vampire Princess. This girl would improve her aloof personality a lot. "I would be pleased." he laughed again.

Selenia was confused. Mikiria was talking to Zek without her permission? It couldn't be helped. It had already happened, so nothing could be done now... Well, she did know what was happening. All of the Vampire princes and princesses had been briefed about it with their servants in tow. Like usual. So she stepped back to allow room for Mikiria to talk.

Zek eyed her carefully, contemplating the truth behind this story. This was unheard of... He didn't doubt her though. Even if she now belonged to the Vampires, Mikiria was still one of his own. His yellow eyes switched over to her Vampiric royalty. He still had to be sure. "Is this true?"

Selenia bowed her head in shame. "Yes. I witnessed this myself. We were a small force that day and we grew a lot smaller in one swoop. We are not sure why they came, or how they fight..." she trailed off. She lifted her head once more and stated, "But we need your help. We are thinking about attacking them before they kill us off, but we aren't sure yet because if it is just us Vampires, we cannot do it ourselves."

Zek lowered his head in thought. his black ponytail fell over his shoulder. His advisors were standing around him, whispering among themselves. One, a Werewolf woman with wiry glasses, a woman named Michayla, looked to him and told him that she didn't think that it was a good idea. We were already a little low on numbers because there was a fight between a few of the Wolves and it was rather violent. He ignored this comment. Everyone knew that he kept his counsel to keep his people quiet. Especially Michayla. He finally looked up an exclaimed, "I will go to asses the situation and if it is a serious problem, then we will get seriously involved. But for now..." He stood up and stretched, descended the stairs on his throne.

Selenia frowned in an uncertain manner. She knew that he wanted to leave the throne the behind, but would this really be the best time?? The original Werewolf king had just recently been killed... Should he leave? At the same time, she was secretly happy that he was coming with them. Maybe it would be more time that they could spend together... Properly, of course. With Mikiria, she quickly added on. She could her the gasps of outrage from his counsel, originally set up because the people were unsure on whether or not he would be able to take over as king.

She turned her head to her servants ear and whispered, I don't think it was supposed to happen like that though..." in a confused fashion. She watched as he came down the stairs made of bones. We walked cockily as he came towards them, taking both their hands and kissing them on the backs, Selenia's and then Mikiria's.

"Let us go, then," he laughed as he passed the two women, releasing their hands. He also ignored the other Werewolves. He was King and his way was the thing that mattered most. At most, they would send a small group after him, but cared not, continuing his cocky strut out of the castle. Selenia could only stare, dumbfounded.