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Skiaska blinked in surprise. Was she really that transperant? She closed her eyes, her own tears coming forth. "Kerri... Krri'Ouse has helped me realize that I don't harbor the feelings for her I thought I did. At first, I was so in awe of her, almost in love with her. But it's already faded into just a necessity. I think I accepted her because I felt a need to feel love again... And not the love that you, Krii, or Will show me." She sighed, knowing what she had to do.

"She makes me fell weak. I-I can't stop her when she wants something from me. A stolen kiss, maybe some blood... I'm not as strong as her. I made her mad and she... well... Damn." Skiaska dabbed an avaialble napkin in a deserted drink and wiped off the makeup on her cheek, revealing the purple and green area. Her entire cheek was a bruise.

Skiaska shook her head. "I have to do this myself. And she WILL leave. SHe is no hunter after what she did to those children. She's just a monster who waits to sate her own thirst, then uses whoever is closest. Unfortunately, she has used me this time." A rage formed int eh pit of her stomach, and she growled. "I don't care if I myself am weaker thna her. Paired with Jag, I can overtake her." Jag grinned as well, showing a set of very sharp teeth.

Skiaska nodded and went to Hunter. "Give me lots of coffee, and lots of water." He did as she asked, and she began to drink. As Kerri had said, she would need a clear head...

((Time Warp! SHe will now be in her room, waiting until Terra comes back.))

"More confused than anything, I'm afraid," she shouted over the blaring music, lacing her fingers in with his from behind. "I guess im a little excited though, i have to admit...besides you makeing me wear a dress..." She grinned at him allowing him to lead the way.

Sethe lead his fiancee into the nightclub, finger's laced together. He passed by the guards, with a smile hidden under his mantle. As they stepped inside, the music nearly took him, and he restrained himself from dancing with his lover.

*Must get... to... Haven Chapel... Alpha... summoned.* he battled his musical addiction. He made way through the crowd, and lead to the secret closet. Closing the door, he stood there with Kerrigan for a moment. 'Well, it's dark and quiet.' he said alluringly.

He drew her close, lifting the boxes from her hands telekinetically. His shades floated away, his mantle untied, and his hood slid from his head. 'I'm so happy I'm with you.' he said, his right hand moving to her mid back, and his left to her waist. He closed his eyes, and kissed her on the lips with the passion of a poet in the heat of a creative spurt.

((Enter Artanis, a new Guardian))

"So, this is the place where all my questions will be answered." He glances around. "Hmmm... it's a bit stuffy in here, time for a literal walk in the park." He turns back to the door, opens it and strolls back out onto the streets.
((Exits to Central Park))

(( Hi everyone I'm new to the hunters but I am in the guild as a Lycan so I know RPing rules. Anyone who wants to introduce me into the hunter group then just PM me please.))

((NPC'ing Hunter))

Hunter walked up to the new guy, who was bleeding in his club. 'Follow me.' he demanded, taking him by the shoulder. Hunter lead the Guardian to the secret closet, closing the door behind him. 'Go dun dere, and get one of those blokes to take you to the Infirmary, where Gail will treat you.' He typed in the code, the hatch opened, and he let the hunter down before returning to the bar.

Evangeline walked into the bar clutching her side. She was bloody, yes and it hurt like hell of course, but right now all she needed was a strong drink to take away the pain as she healed. The vampire-gone-hunter moved swiftly through the people, closing her eyes to let her senses guide her. Her mortal body was tired. The bass from the music filled her head an her body, working as a subsitute heartbeat. She could smell the sweat on the bodies, the lust and the anxiety in the air, but above all, she smelled her blood and the liquor that would erase the pain that threatened to take her. Finally, she made it to the bar. "Absinthe, make it a double." She growled, heaving herself onto a stool and wincing slightly. The wound was deep and she was surprised the idiot who had done this to her hadn't driven his sword straight through her and made her into a shishkabob.(sp?) The anger in her was making her clench her teeth, fangs digging into her tongue. She wanted revenge, and now. Her eyes sparked to blue as the two shots of absinthe arrived and she sighed, downing one with a sour face. Ah well, live today, kill tomorrow. Again she picked up a short glass of vile green liquid in which the whole world was mad. She stared into it for a moment before putting it to her lips and shooting it down.