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"Did I interrupt something you were doing? Because if you want me to I can leave." Amber offered Athren.

"You sure you don't want me to leave?" Amber asked. "I haven't the slightest clue as to where the lycans hideout is sorry..." Amber wished she knew where the hideout was, but unfortunately she didn't.

"Whatever... I'll leave, I was just looking for something to slay... Heh I have horrible luck though and never run into anything I can slay..." Amber continued walking through the park heavily sighing along the way.

*He walked into Central Park with a cloth tied tight around his mouth. He stuck to the shadows and his hand rested on his Silver Broadsword just in case as he noticed the fallen trees and in the distance he could see what looked like an arm bloodied and broken emitting from under a tree.*

With a soft sigh, Alistair brushed her long, straight red hair from her face. At least it had stopped raining. Her long pale fingers wrapped gently about the bulk of her hair and she twisted it into a not and then let it hang agaisnt her back. Her pale features were silloetted in the darkness. Her black coat gentlyh grazed the ground beneath her feet. it was so messy here where once it was beautiful. It smelled worse in New York now than it had when she first arrived. It was rediculous. She kicked a random peice of garbage and then sat down on a fallen tree limb, her grey eyes staring at the groundl.

The psychic vampire immediately turned in the direction of the potential threat. A wall shot up quicker than you would imagine. She was on her feet, her long black coat blowing gently in the night wind. "Who are you?" she asked aloud, her voice carrying like a gentle whisper on the wind. She peered at the man from beneath slightly lowered lashes. She could tell he was a vampire from the way he carried himself and from the way that his face was set. Then, she smiled, trying to seem friendly. "I'm Alistair Shae. I don't think I've seen you anywhere about, have I?" she asked kindly.

She smiled, "It is a pleasure to meet you Rauvn. I haven't been in New York for very long. A few months, actually. As for getting my attention, it could have been obtained in any number of other fashions."
She continued to look at him, her grey eyes scanning his facial expressions in different levels. Suddenly, she wondered, Resist what call? Sighing, she sat back down on her tree. "Care to join me, Sir Rauvn?"