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A wide grin formed across Sesheta's face. "Thanks," she said in gratefulness. The young werewolf's name hadn't effected her at all. She didn't remember hearing it before, but she did recognize the title the girl had given. Sesheta's own father, if she recalled correctly, had a similar title in vampire terms. I may be in over my head, she thought to herself.

She took the cloak and flipped it around onto her shoulders. Then she placed the hood on, covering her hat. The long sleeves draped over her arms. She clasped her hands together allowing the thick cloth to settle together. "I'm not about to let another werewolf see me," she assured Trisha, being careful not to insult the girl with any lingo her vampire bretheran used. "Ready when you are!"

Trisha nodded to Sesh. "Fallow me," she said, begining to guide Sesh away from the Nest and through the small city that was her home. As they walked, a few wolves would glance questioning stares towards Trisha, as they saw her guiding someone under such a thick cloak, but none of them drew closer to actually ask as they didn't dare ask from one such as she.
For once, glad to have her title, as it allowed unwanted attention to not want to seek her out, Trisha sighed. This might just work.

"Trisha!! Trisha!!"

Trisha cursed audibly as she turned to see her younger brother running towards her.
"Stay there," she said to Sesh, placing herself between her brother and the vampire, as if afraid he might be able to identify Sesh as a vampire.

"What is it?" she asked iratably.

"Mom..." he breathed as he reached her before lowering his voice to a low whisper meant for only Trisha's ears. "Mom's worried. She had word from Dara that they found her two bodygaurds dead in the woods last night, killed by a group of vampires."

Trisha's eyes widened as she angled a glance to Sesh. Could the vampire be one of the ones to have killed them? If it was so, then she would be bannished from the pack for helping Sesh, for the murder of a wolf was punnishable only by death and helping the murderer was either punnished by banishment or death. Trisha bit her lip as she thought over what her little brother was telling her.

"Where's Mom?" Trisha asked.

"She was called into a council meeting," the boy said.

Trisha sighed. There was no way to stop her choice now, but still she wanted some real answers from Sesh once Trisha had gotten them to a safer place.

"Thank you, Brother," Trisha sighed. "Now, go back to the nest and tell Mom that I will take the bit of caution that she obviously sent you over to give me."

Her brother nodded and ran back off towards the nest.

Sighing, Trisha eyed Sesh for a second, warily. "Come on," Trisha said, beginning to lead them again. In wasn't till they were a ways out of the city. A small cottage lay there with a beatiful garden and tall grass.

"This is the safest place in the city," Trisha said. She didn't care to mention that it was the safest because all magic was negated on this one spot alone. She didn't think the vampire would be all to happy with that tidbit of knowledge.


Dara sighed autibly as every sat accounted for. Steading herself she began to speak.
"My fellow pack members," she said, beginning as formal as possible. "I am sure you know why we are here already, as it wasn't a gaurded secret. Two of our pack members were killed in cold blood. This may seem no different than any other time, as we were still able to best the vampires and survive, but it is beginning to happen more and mpore frequently now, and their plans are becoming more tactical, and planned.
"We are only depleting in number as every year goes by, while they are only growing stronger. For every one of us there are a dozen more of them. There is no avoiding this fact. But we cannot allow this to go on any further. I feel that the longer this lasts the less likelier we are to be able to survive. I wish not to have this battle to go on forever, but vampires and ourselves cannot exist in peace, it is the way of life. So please, my fellow pack members, I ask that we impliment a full plan as to winning this battle, or at least giving one hell of a final battle."

There was a hushed murmer that washed over the entire room. They had talked over an all out war for more than one generation, but they saw it as signing their death warrant, for if they did move from their skirmishes to an all out to the death war, neither side would stop untill it had ended, and their stood only one victor.
"Why should we turn to war now," one of the heads, Lion, said. He was an older wolf with more experience in the art of combat than anyone Dara knew. He was a truly old wolf, as the wrinkles on his face would attest to, but he could still defeat an entire army of vampires. "We have faught them for countless generations, but it has always been in small battles, never a true war. Part of that is because the last war between vampires and werewolves killed all our race save the three packs that didn't fight, and still the vampires managed to servive and continue the battle that none of our packs ever wished to take part in. Why should we risk our final pack dying out in one swoop again?"

"Are you such a wimp that you think we would fall to the vampires so easily," Cane said. "We can kill them. We have for countless centuries in every skirmish."

"We would never fall to the vampires easily," Lion said, calmly as Cane grew in anger. "The battle will be hard and long faught but I fear in the end we will die."

"How can you-" Cane began but was stopped as Dara put her hand up to silence the room.

"Lion brings up a good point," she stated calmly. "The last battle was an even battle in numbers as our ancestors faught off the vampires. And now I am proposing war when our numbers are so few to them. It doesn't seem to make a lot of sence, but we are dieing out there. Gone are the true alpha's of our pack save for me. Gone are the tidings of joy that once graced us whenever there is a new birth to the pack. Instead we feel dread for those new pups as we know that they may very well be the last generation born of our pack. We live in fear that we shall become extinct everyday. And it must stop. I don't care how it ends, but it must end. I prefer that if it must end with us dieing, that we die fighting than die sitting around here, waiting for the small skirmishes to eventually kill us all out."

There was another roar of both aproval and disaproval in the room.
"Alpha," her aunt said from her side, imediatly silencing the room as when Dara's aunt spoke it was usually of importance. "You said they killed two of our pack members today. Why?"

Dara thought on this. "I'd assumed it was to get to me. We have one of their vampires held here to be questioned latter. Matthias, what say you?"

Trisha sighed as she walked into the cottage. They were out of sight from any wolf for now, for none ever ventured here unless a magical ailment was apon them. Apon which a month in this cottage stopped any magic from harming them and they could leave. None quite knew why this spot was such that all magic was negated but Dara and Trisha had guessed at it a long time ago, thinking that someone powerfull indeed had died here, laying a curse to the ground itself.

Looking to Sesh after she spoke, Trisha closed the door and nodded.
"Yes, this is the one place within the city that I can assure you safety," she said taking up a seat at the table in the room and finding her book where she had left it last time she had been forced to stay here from dealing with a particularly vicious vampire.

Trisha laughed at the vampire's eagerness.
"Umm... I think I have another one stashed somewhere around here," she laughed and looked around as she thought about where she may have left the other book. Biting her lip in thought it was a moment later that her eyes widened as she realized where she had left the other one. Standing she walked to a large chair and reached under it. Finding the secret compartment underneath she slid out a book and brought it over to Sesh.
"Here, this one is pretty good if I remember correctly."

Stumbling over a raised root in the ground, Selyna cursed under her breath as her hair flew into her face and eyes when she landed on one knee, her free hand catching her. Running her fingers through her hair, she took a bit of string she had on her belt, tied it up into a messy ponytail and adjusted her bag. Never really caring about how she looked to others, she rubbed most of the dirt off of her hand onto her once white tank top. She’d had it for years, so it fit her a bit more than it should have, especially with her being well endowed, but again, she didn’t care and the weather was warm. Her pants were baggy and covered in grass stains and dirt and there was no telling what color her shoes had originally been, but it was obvious from the wear on them she’d had them for quite a while. Looking around, she thought she saw a faint light up ahead and moved towards it slowly and as quietly as humanly possible. Now in clear sight of the cottage she decided against raiding the place for food since the light was on and moved in the shadows around it, heading towards a city she didn’t know was there. Unless she found a werewolf to answer her question, she’d pickpocket here and beg a little there to get enough money to move on. Yawning a bit, tired from all the travel, Selyna rubbed her eye, leaving a dark muddy smudge just below her left eye. Hope the food’s better here than the last place…

Her yawn caught in her throat as Selyna stopped cold hearing the door open, hurrying behind a tree she tried peeking around to see what was happening. Maybe they're leaving now… I could probably get something out of there before they come back… The light on the person’s back as they came out, she couldn’t see their face, but could tell it was a woman. Grinning to herself at how easy this was going to be once the woman left, she shifted a bit and caused a stick to break under her feet. Cursing under her breath again, she knelt down and picked up the heaviest thing she could find, a thick branch, and tossed it away from where she actually was, hoping it would distract the woman long enough for her to find some food or valuables and get out.

Aw hell... Selyna had come to learn about a few of the gestures of werewolves and vampires and the head tilting was definitely something a werewolf did when tracking. Tensing as the werewolf began coming closer, she knew there was no chance for her if she ran. But if I climb.... Looking at the tree she was behind, the branches were too far above her to climb easily, but the tree to left of her a good five yards away had a branch low enough for her to reach if she got a running start. Taking a last look at the woman coming towards her Selyna made a dash for the tree. She would jump off the trunk and grab for the branch, swinging her legs up to make it easier to climb. She still hadn’t got a glimpse of the face, but she hoped it wasn’t an angry one.