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The feather ornaments in Layna's hair jingled and waved softly against her cheek as she watched the figure become hostile at the sound of the branches shaking. Either he was really on edge, or drunk. and by the smell that cloyed upon his body the latter seemed more likely. She felt her body crackle with energy as her teeth lengthened to sharp points and sleek black fur sprouted upon her body. Her body grew in height and weight, until finally the branch she sat upon broke beneath her. As it broke, she leapt forward at the figure and grabbed the gun that was held in his still-human hand. she did not take, instead, she just gripped the barrel. Her other lycanthropic hand gripped the man's shoulder tightly as she stared at him with gleaming silver eyes.

A growl echoed from the depth of her stomach, her lips pulling back to reveal her long teeth. Feathers still managed to stay attached to her fur as she shifted, and they jingled softly, waving in the wind that had been caused from her falling.

Layna's Lycan ears twitched and she stared at the figure whom knew her name, yet the look of terror on his face confused her. He was a Lycan as well, so why would he be afraid of her. Why is it you know my name? Who are you to know my name? She called, touching out with her mind toward Ceon's to speak while in her Lycan form. You are unfamiliar to me, and I dislike this. She growled, her lips quivering.

She released him and backed up a few steps, her silver eyes watching him with in intensity. The last three years had lead her to go back to the roots of the Lycan society, and living with her family pack had definitely helped with this. She had learned to protect herself as well as control her lycanthropic side, though the old ones had shunned her for the creature she had birthed there, Mariaka. So even when she had returned with her children there once more, they had shunned her, but took great pride in her son, which she loved. Gabriel had known a steadfast world, and being six now, he was a strong, healthy boy. Mariaka had become her mother's pride, even with her strange demeanor and quirks.

As she stared at the man, whom she knew naught who he be, she wondered why it could be she frightened him.

Layna snapped at the licking muzzle and backed up again until she felt the bark of a tree against her back, her eyes peering up at the looming figure. She had not seen Ceon in a very long time, so now seeing him left a bit of a sour taste in her mouth. But she could not bring herself to utterly hate him.

She flicked her ears and let out another coughing laugh. And why is you want to know where my children are? She put emphasis on the word 'my', not because of the kindling of loathing she felt for what had transpired in the past, but rather because she had single-handedly raised them. She was protective of them, and had at many times protected them with her own hide.

The kill team had taken up position and were observing their targets. Two unsuspecting Lycans. They had made sure they were downwind of their prey, ensuring that the first and last thing they would know of the vampires was a rifle retort and a silver nitrate bullet to the head.

The sniper peered through the scope with singular concentration, his target's head filled the scope. 'Confirmation to engage?' he asked the team leader, his voice barely a whisper.
'Order is confirmed, fire when ready.' came the reply.

The vampire squeezed the trigger and the rifle barked, but just as he fired something blocked his shot. The bullet raced through the air and buried itself in the neck of a NYPD cop, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He slumped to the ground, a gaping wound at his throat and died shortly thereafter. he never really knew what hit him.

'Shiiiit, ******** humans, always getting in the ******** way!' The sniper cursed as he frantically worked the bolt action on the rifle and took aim for a second time.
The rest of the five man team drew their weapons, most were armed with P90's, the sniper had his long rifle and one of the men sported a Minimi light machine gun. Which he proceeded to c**k and then fire at the Lycans.

Ceon's pupils shrunk into tiny dots as he watched a cloud of red and silver burst from the cops unguarded neck. He was transforming more more than he would have liked to tonight. Ceon reached into his pocket and pulled out a tiny cylinder. The lycan pushed on the top then slid his fingers together, seperated the cylinder into four slender, beeping discs. The discs went flying off in the direction of the rifle crack as Ceon flung them with his now massive lycan hand.

He completed his transformation as the discs lodged themselves among the trees and ground near the group, beeping louder and at a faster pace. One of the the bullets clipped off a sizeable chunk of hair, to which the rest of the bullets followed. Ceon grabbed Layna and leaped high into the trees, hoping for a chance to get away. The UV flash discs would hopefully buy them some time.

Ceon began creeping slowly to the top of the tree, trying not to make much noise as he retreated away from the fight. The oversized lycan looked down at Layna, reaching out to her with his mind. Layna, we have to get out of here. Follow me.. With that, Ceon leapt from tree top to tree top in the direction of his apartment, a place he hadn't gone in a while, especially since he had been hiding with other lycans deep underground near the sewers.

(Exit to Ceon's apartment)