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The air it was cold on his nose. It was night cold and dark surrounded everything. A deep cold that pierced his fur surrounded him. He didn't remeber turning into the beast he was now. Shrieks and cries came from the darkness then silence. He listened for any movement there was nothing but the dark and the piercing cold. 'Fey' he heard wisper in his ear.

His eyes opened wide as the sun shone brightly in the sky. He placed his hand over his eyes. He was still human. He had been dreaming the same dream since he began hunting those who killed his bretheren. He had followed the scent for days before he lost it. Traveling west he had never seen these lands before. Now he feared the trail was lost and his prey gone. He would curse himself later for his imcompitance but first he must regain the trail. he srose from the ground and started on his way. Heading south following the smell of humans and beasts.

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((OOC: Sorry it's so long, I got a little carried away...hah... redface ))

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The wind picked up as he ventured closer to the Towrards the direction of the Scent. The Smell of humans and beasts was now more powerfull and gave away there great numbers. This was no village he was heading towards but a city. Off in the distance he could see buildings Rising up from the ground as he got closer. The scent now surrounding him hinted of not just Humans but hundereds of other species. Most he had never encountered before, but within all the diffrent smells this place gave off a small smell of blood mixed in with it. Werewolf blood Even if this place wasn't were his prey had gone the lure of his kind in danger was to great to ignore. Ah he closed in on the city His eyes focused on those who entered it. He stopped suddenly recognising The type of humans That resided in this place. Slavers, scum from the world of man. He had encountered their type before. The distaste for freedom and life in general dicusted him. This would be a dangerous place for him but the lure of his people shackled and bound to those who cared nothing for them drove him closer. He threw up his hood and entered the city. Vanishing into it's dark ally's he hid himself from sight until he found his people.

((OOC: -blushes- Sorry. Apparently when I rp with myself, I get a wee bit carried away. They most certainly won't be that long when my character gets to a part in her story when she can interact with other PCs...again, I apologize. redface whee I'm glad ya'll like it though! : ) ))

((OOC: Oh no! Vasilisa!! DON'T DO IT! sad I'm so sad now and friggin' worried! crying ))

({[This is a bit long, I know, but I'm having fun. . . smile ]})

Tan felt ashamed. He had simply run when attacked. He had grown so weary of fighting and destruction, and had brought his danger to someone else. He headed back towards town, a light rain falling around him as evening began to fall. He glamoured a bush with a message for the minotaur should he miss him, and set a fast pace into the city. He expected that the minotaur had been captured, though, considering that the innkeep wasn't likely to have only had two guards with him. Tan pause thoughtfully. Unless the innkeep really had just stumbled onto him and Miklos by accident. Tan shook his head. Best check the slave markets first. A chained minotaur would be difficult to miss by any standards.

Tan took his time getting about the city, being certain not to draw attention. Night had nearly fallen when he skulked into the slave areas, and the market was closing for the night. Tan found the whole idea of owning a person repulsive, and so had avoided this area before. Now traffic was slow, most of the slaves already penned in for the night. Two slaver thugs pulled a unresisting woman, clad in an indigo cloak, into one of the pens. Tan, in his black, went entirely unnoticed, merely another shadow amidst the darkness. Torches flared fitfully in the damp breeze, causing the shadows to dance and twitch about, and Tan used this to slip from darkness to darkness between the flames. Twin fires glowed in his eyes as his anger grew. Such a waste of mortal spirit! Such unrelenting arrogance these slavers had! His anger built, demanding satisfaction.

A needle thin blaze pierced the deep night. Flames roared sky-ward as the central stage was enveloped in an instant. Slave-posts lit up, one by one as Tan Cudyll set each burning. The central courtyard was dotted with fire, as the mercenaries and guards spilled from their barracks and bars to fight the conflagration. The perfect distraction.

Tan went cage by cage, pen by pen. The heat of his anger passed his hand through steel bars, melting openings in the cages and blasting locks off of the pens. Shackles sparked and fell. Tan felt himself growing weary, but he meant to see this through.

He gripped the lock on the last pen, melting it into slag at his feet. He glanced around the enclosure, checking to see who was actually chained as well. Most were already flowing by, running for their freedom. One sat calmly, wrapped in her indigo cloak. Tan glanced over his shoulder. The sheer number of slaves escaping was too much for the mercenaries, guards and slavers. Between the blazes and the running slave all was chaos. He slipped into the pen, blazed through the remaining chains and beckoned all to flee. The lady in blue still sat calmly imbued with a odd other-ness about her. Tan didn't have the time to think about it.

"Flee or follow, the choice is yours. If you follow, I offer the hospitality of the road and dubious friendship, but I offer more safety than here." Turning away he made to leave.

He started to remove his long coat, actually feeling warm at the moment. "It seems a bit lonely to me. I can relate to that." He draped the coat over Beann's shoulders. He took her rubbing her arms as a sign that she was cold. " Well.." He settled back in his place. "One thing about me is that I don't offend easily." He'd smile lightly. "I'm not sure you could offend me, Beann. My past was dark and curious. I lived underground with my clan until recently. I'm not sure exactly how much you wish to know." He was unsure because he was doing his best to not look into her eyes. He tried to look aywhere but there.