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Jasie's brow rose in interest to what Jaden said-- but talk was cheep, action was always more effective anyways. And oh, how she loved action and violence. Yet as her eager eyes zoned in on Jaden, they casually took notice to Layna-- and with a wary sigh. Jasie wondered how she was taking everything in now.

Layna raised her head to stare at Razu. Why did he follow her? Ugh.... She didn't want them hurt as well. She wanted to stay and rip and tear... Her grey eyes narrowed and she placed her head once again on her paws, staring out wards. She was about to be stubborn, and dig in her paws.

Layna slowly changed human once more, her eyes narrowed to slits. "I won't leave..." She said with a soft growl, her clawed hands digging into the soil. Her body was rigid, expecting a fight, and wanting bloodshed. "He hurt me....I want him to pay!" She whispered harshly, gazing now at her son. "I don't want him to have to live in fear of the one who murdered his father..."

Jasie had an odd feeling of shadows and darkness roam over and about her skin. As if another Void master was near, with intent to kill. Even though her senses were never wrong, her neck tensed up and she began to rub it thoroughly-- not that she should be worried. But she did in fact have a trying day, yet she couldn't help but wondered who was hunting who.

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An almost perfect replica of Sibyl arrived at the scene in the graveyard. The only differences between her sister and her were the fact that her hair was black and curled, her eyes bore golden eye shadow and black eye liner as well as her eyes were a royal purple as opposed to a light lavender as Sibyl's were. This woman was also possessed a more serene and calming presence than Sibyl, more controlled but at the same time she was more hostile. Though she was struggling to act as New Yorkers were to act, she never showed any difficulty in controlling herself and she carried herself well.

As Olathe entered the graveyard she realized that she'd made a bit of a mistake, having not been paying attention to her surroundings. Every being in this graveyard was, well, not human and she was going to have to battle her instinct to act normally yet again. She sighed but noticed that there happened to be four lycans there, one of which was a pup. Instantly, Olathe began to ache for her own children that she had left behind in order to come check up on her little sister.

Seeing as she could sense that the mother of the young one was having a difficult time, she decided to see if she could offer assistance to her. However, she also kept note of where everyone was and who were her enemies and who weren't. The one tall, lean lycan that was scarred all over instantly hit her as dark and dangerous. Perhaps not him, himself but she definitely knew power when she was within the vicinity of it and he had it. Something evil was in him and somewhere within him he had the capability of throwing away all remorse and causing utter destruction. This wasn't comforting and she knew she'd have to watch that one.

Olathe came up to Layna, almost a replica of her younger sister though there were the differences between them. She was a bit taller than her sister amongst other things. "I can sense you are in distress, young one." She spoke to Layna, her voice very gentle and low-key. "You've suffered recent loss and are seeking vengeance for the one you lost. May I ask you a question? Are you planning to let go of the one you lost by completing your vengeance? If so, you will find you are just as lonely afterward." She was clearly wise and speaking from a degree of experience.

The sadness struck her as she recollected her own mate perishing before her very eyes. She'd been helpless, unable to assist him, having been reduced to nothing herself. All the blood, the fur, the pain, it was almost too much to handle. She'd tried to bury such memories long ago but they always managed to be pulled to the fore-front of her mind every now and then. It wasn't something that she could particularly help but she'd gone after her mate's killer, her children's father's killer and she'd slain the beast right then and there in her weakened and weary state. Her enemy had not thought her capable of it, had turned his back on her and had ended his own life with his own stupid assumptions.

Afterwards, she just returned to her mate and laid there with him. He held on for as long as he could, the entire night and at dawn, that was when he had died in her arms. She'd wept and wept, she hadn't known what else to do and in her grief she almost ended up dying there, refusing to leave her mate behind but too weak to carry him all the way back to her pack. The only thing she'd had strength to do was weep for her lost love that she would never see again.

Kashkin snapped back to reality, his head falling to his left. It hit something soft. A shoulder? Maybe. Who said his name? Ah, Jean. It made sense now. She was worried. Worried? For him?.... No one usually worried about him...

"Hey.... Jean.... I'm fine..... but.... there's so much... evil around here, ya know? I can only take so much... I have to get outa here, or I'm going to break my promise."

Kashkin looked from left to right, his ears listening. Voices were humming and hissing about. People were getting ready to be at eachother's throats, and Kashkin just wasn't in the mood for any of it. Everywhere he went, there were tons of people. He was sick of it all. His guns were burning on his belt, itching to be used. They were almost screaming out to him to just shred everything in the area to pieces or die trying. But he couldn't. Not yet. Not until his life missions were complete.

"Jean.... I....."

Kashkin sighed, shuffling his feet. He leaned over, kissing Jean's shoulder.

"I owe you for saving my life. I owe you big time, and I won't forget it. But... I gotta move somewhere else. There's too many people here. I just can't deal with crowds right now.... If there's any way I could ever repay you, just let me know. You're.... someone I worry about."

With that, Kashkin got up, moving quietly to the edge of the graveyard, his hand running along the black bars that lined it. So many dead souls floating in the place. So much pain and sadness. It was becomming suffocating. And the fact he let someone know he worries about them? Speaking his feelings was tough. He normally had to hide them all, focusing only on rage, battle, blood, and tactics.

Kashkin stopped at the entrance, looking back upon all the newcomers. He then finally looked at Jean, right in the eyes. He smiled, weakly, but with all the happiness he could muster, probably for the rest of the night.

He began walking.

{Exit to residential District}