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Cassidy sat with her back propped up against a tree. The smell of blood was around her, but she paied no mind. Her eyes were closed.

Celestia was sitting quietly under a tree, licking some blood off of her finger. When she tried to hold a red rose she had found on the corpse of one of her victems, it peirced her flesh and made her a bit hungry. Celestia didn't mind the taste of her own blood too much, but she absolutely hated the taste of a corpse's blood. So, she just left the thing to rot.

Grey leaned back against the wall of his cottage, book of spells in hand. He struggled to memorize the thick tome. It was hazardous to be forced to pull it out in the heat of battle simply to attack. Why are there so many? he whined to himself.

Gin leaned back against a tree, staring intently into the fire in front of him. If he focused hard enough, he could almost see shapes forming in the flickering flames. Almost. With a sigh he turned his attention upwards, to peer at the sky. How beautiful, he breathed, enjoying the sight.

Echo twiched and heard Cassidy's aproach. She was about to growl, but no so close to her pray. Echo shook her head and slunked away to meet Cassidy.

She stopped at one of the branches near Echo and ploped herself down. A ball of ice apperaed in her heand and she juggled it, adding a ball of fire.

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With a yawn, Gin sniffed the air. Hmm...there are peoples nearby... Stratching quickly, he tossed some dirt on his fire and slipped quietly through the woods, hoping he wasn't heading off to meet an enemy. He tended to do that a lot for some reason. But the singing sounded inviting, and whoever it was, friend or foe, being near them was bound to be more interesting than hanging out by himself.

Miguel stood in a in an area with a light amount of trees, just outside the human/undead main city. a few yards from him, standing, frozen with fear, was a man, somewhat scrawny, and with the posture and body language of a common pickpocket. a yard or so in front of him, was the corpse of a simiarly skinny man. the dead man had cheated Miguel, which wasnt much of a deal usually, but this time, it hit Miguel hard as a result, and it was with the aid of a man in association with the werewolves. that man was the one still alive, scared half to death. Miguel raised his right hand, fingers and arm extended toward the corpse. dark, thread-like streams of energy shot from his fingertips and attatched to the corpses joints. it stood, facing the live man. Miguel spoke in a surprisingly calm voice, "this is why you dont cross me." his left hand extended, a purpleish-black energy glowing around it. within moments, the man was dead.