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In Sethe's mind, the urge to run suddenly popped up, and repeated itself many times. *Run Sethe, just run. You won't keep her very long. Look at your last love, she dumped you once you changed. She's just as fickle. All girls are. Just go now, and you won't get hurt.* it told him.

'Shut up!!' he screamed at himself. It was just like those three years in the loony bin. Voices in his head, voices that weren't his, or anyone elses. Just voices. daemons in his mind... though... he wasn't too sure he had eradicated them from his mind...

He looked at Ski's surprised face. 'Uhm...' he scratched behind his neck. 'Sorry... I was yelling at uh... the fire...' he lied, trying to make up some excuse for yelling so ubruptly. He looked at her. Her face, so beautiful. Like nothing he had seen before. He fought with his mind.

'I... I... Uhm...' he tried. 'Ski, I love you, too.' he finally beat himself. He embraced her, kissing her neck, and holding his head at her neck.

Sethe had calmed down some when Ski had said that. 'Hmm... good book...' he said. His mind had stopped racing, and his heart was slowed to normal... for him anyway. 'So, shall we go to Haven, and get some protectinve gear?' he asked. 'I'd like to see if Marcus is done with my stuff already...' he informed her.

Rayven sighed. Leaning her back agaisnt a tree. Her mind tried to take it in all at once. Who were those people? and those lycans? She stared at the gun in her hand. It had no ammo. Such a shame. She'd have to get something sooner or later. Or she'd end up with a few bullet holes in her new fur coat. She certainly didn't favor that idea.

Her skin had goosebumps. Even on her tattoos. She had barely been out of the straight jacket when she jumped the prostitute on the corner and stole her leather clothing. Probaby used for some twisted fetish. She shivered in disgust.

The moon was out through the trees she could see it. Anyone passing by could see her with the moon shining on her like that. She just needed a place to catch her breath.

Rayven twitched. She heard footsteps. She tried to sneak around the tree to hide better. But made more noise by crouching on a rather noisy twig as it snapped.

"damnit" she muttered. She transformed, hoping that dark fur would be harder to see than a pale girl with blue hair. She could also run faster this way. But she wasn't neccesarily as liked with a furry tail and ears.

"If only wolves could climb trees" she thought. She sat patiently in the shadows. She was quite a tiny lycan. It was odd, most of the ones she had seen were HUGE.

Krii'Ouse and Skiaska wander back into the park, Krii'Ouse in full hunting gear. They walked with their arms locked. Krii'Ouse's coat flowed in the wind. His silver diasho was hidden in his duster, and his armour glinted in the moonlihgt, despite the blackness of it. He scanned the area, looking for any sign of Lunite activity, searching the thuoghts of the area for a gatherting of Lycans, no matter what size.

'Let's go look over there,' he said pointing to an area near a corner, 'I hear collection of thoughts.'

~His black edge-frayed cloak parts as he reaches out to touch a particularly radiant rose, stopping halfway there as many presences enter his head at once, not a single one of them a vampire...hunters and a lycan...how interesting...they were close...all 3 of them....his hand reaches up, lightly resting on the handle of one of the viper twins strapped to his back beneath his cloak...his other hand lightly adjusts the straps of his torso plate, as well as the height of the neck guard...~

~The shadowed interior of his drawn up hood swivels towards the disturbance in natural sound, his concentration rut sliding into his vampiric awareness. He rises, taking one step and then launching himself into the air, landing with a great force, creating a small cratered indent in the earth. He pulls back his hood as he looks up at the small lycan, his eyes gleaming in the night. His hand reaches up for the still silver-nitrate bladed Ninja-To, the Viper twin he left untouched from the last fight. He then twitches his wrists in an odd way, a pair of silver nekode claws switching out and clicking into place...He removes his cloak, letting it fall to the ground. His body plate reflects the soft moonlight...~

Krii'Ouse's neck twitches to look where thoughts of battle have been strewn by a small llake in the park. 'Over there!' he says to Ski, letting her go, and rushing to the area. His duster floing with the wind passing him as he hurried over to the area. He saw a cloaked figure and a smaller Lycan on the ground. 'What the Hell is going on?' he said, in a very police officer-sih manner. He drew his daisho, silver blades. 'If you don't mind, I would like to question this Lycan. If you do mind... then too bad.'