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"I don't sleep Ms. Madeline, I'm curious, do you?" Garret commented, walking up to the door. It seemed like the servant was surprised that a vampire would need to sleep, or was he surprised that she had company? I doubt such a beautiful young lady would have never had company. He thought, then he stopped before entering. "Lady's first." He said with a small smile, motioning for her to go in.

Garret sat down in an old looking chair, compared to a branch the chair was very comfortable. "Nothing for me to eat or drink, I like the taste of wine, but you saw how carried away I got with the elk, not much changes when the drink changes to wine." He answered with a tired look across his face. "So what do you normally do during the night?" Garret asked, he would have loved to sit and talk all night, but his mind was feeling uncreative.

Something stirred between the trees bordering the town. A harsh clanging sound could be heard as the churning white wavered into view. It was snow, swirling in a small cyclone as it drifted. As it crossed the roads it left a trail of snow blotched in red with large feline print meandering along it. The strange weather pattern make it to the door step of Lenore's Tailor shop. The swirling stop and the snow drifted down landing gently on the shoulders of a Luxor the wild's appointed guardian.

He staggered for a moment and the metallic grinding sound was heard again. His left ankle oozed with blood from two wounds, as it reached the snow red spread out in a jagged circle. The source of the damage was obvious because still embedded in his leg were the cold teeth of a foothold jaw trap. The chain that had once be secured around a tree now rested uselessly in the snow. He let out a pained, cat like screech that rang through the the muted midnight air. The trap resonated almost mockingly causing him to wince and let loose a second more frustrated roar before collapsing.

The Lynx looked up at her with it's teeth slightly bared though not in aggression. His eye were kind though a striking green not common among felines. It calmed itself and thumped it's tail in the snow, an appendage not meant for a cat of it's kind.

The Lynx pulled at the trap gingerly at first, then pulled it through forcefully. The teeth of the trap scraped across until the foot slip though. With his other three good legs he righted himself and examined the one that had freed his leg.
"You are Lenore, correct?"

Luxor grinned, "I am Luxor, I was brought here to protect Glenyore and the forest around it. You are one of Fae staying within it's keep are you not?" His had an aged voice, a certain knowledge came out in it's even round tone. Yet at the same time the question seemed to ask more, a quiz maybe?