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"It.. It's okay, h-he d-didn't h-hurt m-me." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sitting up and taking several deep breaths to stop the tears, forcing a rather unconvincing smile through the pain. "I'm s-sorry. It was my f-fault."

(( Thank you, jayjay. c: It's another Logan/Caine piccu.

Edit: I hate end-of-the-page posts. Dx ))

Shut up. Black Baron and Lord Doujen are little better than you think, Tempest because if I mentioned you of course, they'd do anything for me..And father only chooses you because you're the oldest once you're finally over the age to fight then he'll just send you off like the others... Why do you think Count Decarproda was pushed aside, and you filled in? Caine smarted back, slipping on a slight, winter white kimono on his tiny frame not caring whether or not the Wind General was staring off at him like a lovesick poodle as he scoffed dejectedly tightening the slip of velvet around his waist before slipping his hands into the opposite sleeves to cover any alabaster skin as possible.

Xander didn't quite know what to do with himself.
He had finished his drink and left it neatly on the counter.
A new cigarette was lit, the stick was hanging loosely between his lips as the thought again.
It would seem that every time Xander's mind was on other matters, his feline characteristics would come out.
Like now: As Xander thought about being a rent boy, some thoughts of his past masters came to mind and Xander just growled, actually it sounded more like a wildcat roar, but hell he wasn't paying attention.
He simply just wandered around the place, smoking his damn cigarette, black cat ears formed on his head and a black tail was sawying impatiently behind him.
Xander kept his thumbs hooked on the hem of his pants as his booted feet made sounds as the metal tipped boots touched the tiles.
"I honestly don't know..." Xander spoke out loud, then he cursed a ungentlemanly curse in French as he stood near the entrance of the Mansion.
"Crud, I don't know where I'm going either... Place is huge.." Xander again sighed.

Alexis wouldn’t have released Logan anyway and the further out they went the stronger his grip became. His unnaturally long fingers had also grown webbed; his nails on each hand lengthen, hardened and became sharp talons. Below the surface of the water and along each of his legs fins pushed through his pants, decorated with long spines, which shredded the fabric (Alexis was too distracted to remove them), his feet had become more like flippers also clawed and green scales where dotted over his bluish skin. It seemed that now he had given into it, it was seizing the chance and taking over completely.

When he was standing at the depth where the water reached his shoulders and Logan’s chest he turned back with a predatory smile. His other hand shot out and grasped Logans free wrist. “Mine now.” He murmured in a voice that held echoes of the waves and then he pulled him beneath the waves.

Beneath the water long slits of gills appeared on either side of his neck, so he could breath and his green eyes glowed. He dragged Logan deeper.

Nathen glanced over at Daemon and sighed, grabbing some more bandages and an IV bag full of plasma, treating the demons injuries, this time with medication and better bandages now that they were available, he put an IV in the demon and inserted the plasma, to make up for the lost blood

Daemon's eyes flickered slightly and then slowly opened, revealing his now mismatched eyes. One eye was what was deemed to be regular for Daemon, a emerald green normal eye. However, it was merely a contact, as Tempest discovered earlier. His other eye was his natural one, a yellow eye with a cat-like slit for a pupil. His eyes opened half-way, his ears barely twitching. He looked up at Nathen and spoke, his voice barely audible. "Where....?"

Tohei got up, seeing that Nathen had now treated Daemon and he hurried over to the doctor, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. "He's treated now, now give me answers!"

"How do you know, Tempest?...Don't tell me you spoke with him, before he suddenly disappeared?" Caine's voice raised slightly, he seemed to greet the Wind General back, as he stepped forward still covering the alabaster skin from being revealed as the Prince swept his ethereal, honey-brown orbs over at the Wind General casually knowing now that this would be a discussion of the past, current, and future events to come. His silvery-blonde locks ruffled slightly in the wind, tufting at his lavender-tinged ears as he let out an irritated huff before pushing away the strands of hair with his gaze still fixed on Tempest.