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Oni smiled and pulled her closer to him, his silver eyes seemed to sparkle with mischief. His right hand fell from her shoulder and landed ever so playfully on her breast. "Well, a normal Kitsune is a most commonly a nine-tailed divine like fox. They a tricksters and cause mild chaos. I am a Astral Kitsune, my race was the first type of Kitsune. To put it simply all the other types of Kitsune are descendants from my race. If you have ever wondered who the Kitsune worship, it is my race they worship because we like the Astral Dragons, were the first of our kind," Oni told her, his eyes seemed to lose focus while he remembered things that he had almost forgotten. After all it was not often someone wanted to know what he was and what that meant. Meanwhile as this all went on his right hand began to softly caress her in slow circles.

Alexandre shot through the night sky at an impressive speed even for a vampire, his crimson eyes locking onto Arrea with the ease that he had picked up her scent. Without slowing his decent he plunged down towards the cherry blossom grove so that he looked like a shadow fleeing the light.

He stopped himself from crashing into the branch of the tree that Arrea and the being sat on with a simple utterance that sealed his spell. He landed lightly on the branch about three feet from the two of them, his face showing a sort of disgust on it. "Really now, is that what you should be doing?" he scolded. "There are many things to attend to before the bloody sunrises, we still have to meet with the Lord of this blasted castle," Alexandre snapped.

Oni tilted his head at the newcomer, he listened to him and then Arrea.with a sigh. "Soddus is not currently here in the Haven. Only his son and heir who is not very helpful in matters of state for he is much to young to understand them." Standing along side Arrea Oni gave her a soft kiss before winking at her, "I do hope we continue our talk when we will not be interrupted so rudely." Turning he jumped up into the tree his form fading in the shadows for a moment.

The large black and silver Kitsune that was Oni landed on the ground some yards away. He turned and looked at her and winked again before padding off towards the small water fall that was deeper in the grove.

Arrea frowned at the information Oni had disclosed. "So you did ruin my fun for nothing." She could be called something of a feminine lecher; however whenever it came serious business she seemed like a different person entirely. She was the leader for a reason after all.

Alexandre began to rant. "Oh, god not again," she placed the tips of her fingers against her forehead, how she longed for her headache to cease. The deep breaths he had taken obviously hadn't helped to quell his outburst. "If he's not here I'm sure there's a good reason for it, Alexandre," she said, trying to be diplomatic. "I have come to believe a war will darken our lands and we probably will be the driving force to victory simply because of our power. The other races do contribute to our requirements." She sighed, "The elves often name themselves after nature, it's a known fact. Now the humans...I don't believe I can give them a reasonable excuse for living in such a dump, for lack of a better term."

Arrea's eyelid began to twitch with minor annoyance. "I know we are outcasts my beloved Alexandre, we always have been. I expected this to happen whenever we allowed other races into our sanctuary."

Alexandre stopped and turned to her noticing her eye twitch and that she had a hand to her head. "Your head bothering you again?" he asked. Moving over to her he placed his hand on her forehead and uttered something that would ease the pain, even if he had been the one to cause it.

"I know we will be the driving force my dear Arrea, but I have heard rumors of a god like family of dragons that live here. The Forsworn Family they call themselves. If we can get them to join our cause we will be unstoppable. Then, then we can make them all outcasts. We can rule as we should, our brethren are simply to afraid, they do not know what to truly fear so they fear what they know the fools." Alexandre continued his rant and he had started to pace back and forth on the branch while still keeping his hand on her forehead.

"Imagine what these dragons could teach us... Maybe more than we learned with the dark arts, and imagine the taste of their blood." Alexandre stopped and turned to look at Arrea, "what do you mean you expected this to happen?" he asked. Catching a strange scent on the wind Alexandre turned to regard the creature that thought he was half vampire. Shaking his head he sighed, "we have another Stray my dear Arrea... What are we suppose to do with them all?"

Stepping off of the branch he landed with a hushed whisper of velvet boots on soft grass. Alexandre Nikolia the Lord Vermillion, made his way over to the creature standing before the doors calling out 'knock knock.' "Can I help you young-ling?" he asks more than slightly displeased to have to deal with this thing before him. "The master of this castle is not home at the moment, and besides we have an audience with him before you."

Arrea allowed Alexandre to ease the pain of her headache, at least he felt some remorse. "I believe the dragon family would remain neutral, we having nothing they want. Even if we asked them to tutor us, why would they? What could we possibly have to offer them for an alliance? I do predict war in the future but it is not on our doorstep yet." She moved to lean against rough texture of the tree, crossing her ankles as she entered a relaxed pose. "Can't we just enjoy the peace while it lasts? Besides...looking--even speaking of forming alliances could cause an uprising. Even with the power of the Dark Arts I doubt we could destroy everyone in the underground." Arrea closed her eyes, she found herself wishing she could dream again. "I expected this to happen because we've always been outcasts, no matter where we were. Even if we did found this place, introducing others would bring about the same results as before."

Arrea also noticed the new presence, she honestly didn't care who it was. It could have been someone claiming to be the lord and savior of the universe and she would have ignored them. Alexandre was already on the move so she had no choice but to follow. If there was a conflict she would have to be the diplomat and resolve it...like always. She watched them both silently. The interaction had only lasted a minute at most. He disappeared just as quickly as he had came. Good, one less person she had to deal with. She turned to Alexandre, "I don't care for him but I really don't care much for anyone."

Sparks. They were flying everywhere. That giant of a being sat on his throne. He was the farthest on the right. Raven locks cascaded from within that webbing hood and hid his face completely. His eyes gave off a dull glow from the lack of illumination near this dark soul. Click the whetstone made as it first made contact with the massive blade that man carried. He did not carry the puny curved elven swords he had before. He wielded his weapon of power now, Gungnir, his massive blade forged from the very essence of dragons that he had hunted for revenge.

Keto, the massive man on the throne grunted as he put the sharpening tool away in one of the numerous pouches that was strapped to the mammoth girdle around his waist. A sigh of content escaped past his lips and through his teeth. He was in one of those moods of his. He could explode at any given minute if the wrong thing was said.