Little Huntress ~Battle of "Right and Wrong"~

[Asa]

Shayda

Her place of command with all the packs and the inner city wolves was rock solid and this pup was not going to stand against her.

Deagan... had Jalla not sacrificed and allowed herself to take your fathers place you would have been one of Embers pack provided you were permitted to be born... You know that even Soren obeys a command given by me so I would advise you overcome your arrogance and do as you know he would expect of you... Or I will hand deliver you to him.

Her eyes seemed to shimmer and shift to a more animalistic look as she closed in on him that growl sounding so much like a bear the closer she got to them though it could just be how low she was growling.

Now Go HOME!

Jalla

The child's words mattered little to her... she had protected a camp member who had made an unfortunate mistake before Bishop took the city from his sire. She had protected the camp as well She had called Soren the Old one for her entire life as a title of respect something clearly this boy could not fathom. She could not fathom what made Soren allow him to leave camp with his arrogance. Maybe he wanted him to learn the truth but the child was clearly not willing to learn anything.

Ishari

She watched Shayda for a moment longer before smirking and nodding to Darren.

Ishari lead you to Rayna's Wolf... Ishari talk to Old one Soren... He is nice to Ishari maybe he let Ishari teach puppy manners... Ishari will not kill puppy she promises... for now. Puppy hurt sister Ishari not responsible... Adviser Darren understand...

Turning she began to run then dance a little walking down the road before she laughed and began leaping from stoop to stoop.

This way Darren... Old vampire keep up okay... maybe old vampire need coffee.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Deagan Gerrick

He crossed his arms and glared at Ember and the collaborator cop. "Only one man orders me to do anything and he's not here, bitch." He smirked knowing he was outnumbered and probably would be hardpressed to take these freaks out one on one. "So come on then monster let's do this."

The collaborator stepped forward glaring down at him like he was a puppy that had made a mess on her kitchen floor. "Deagan... had Jalla not sacrificed and allowed herself to take your fathers place you would have been one of Embers pack provided you were permitted to be born..."

He snorted sarcastically, "Yeah I'm so grateful. She got the so called 'honor' of becoming an abomination to the spiritguides instead of me."

Jalla seemed unfazed but he knew he had penetrated her armor atleast a little. Unless she was absolutely no longer human there was no way she couldn't feel some pain from his comments. Even the god damned bloodsuckers had feelings that could be wounded.

"You know that even Soren obeys a command given by me," Shayda continued, "So I would advise you overcome your arrogance and do as you know he would expect of you..."

He laughed, "Or you will do what, bitch? Arrest me? How will you explain that to your ever-to-be-kept-clueless human superiors? You gonna beat me up. You could probably do it too, tough girl, but I'm a big boy. I can take whatever you or these half-blood monsters got."

"Or I will hand deliver you to him."

He was about to make another scathing retort, but then his phone rang. He pulled it out and looked down at it recognizing the number. "Damn, just when I was having some fun." He swore raising it up to his ear, "Yes...no, I ran into his bloddsucker roommate and a couple of the abominations...no, we haven't really gotten into it yet, but I'm hoping...C'mon just a few minutes where I can have some fun...fine, fine..."

Deagan glanced to Jalla, "Yeah she's here, but who cares she's an outcast to the tribe-a fucking traitor..." He went silent and his face grimaced in a dissatisfied glower as he glanced at her again. "Well she's not bent over puking from the blood rejection or anything-so I guess she's okay, but why do we care...no, I'm not questioning you, Alpha...

He looked over to Shayda, "You should know that fucking collaborator cop bitch is here too...she's the reason I haven't had nearly as much fun as I was hoping for here....no, no...I will obey, Alpha..." He glowered but held out the phone for Shayda, "My Alpha....Soren...wants to speak with you."

 

[Asa]

Shayda and Jalla

Jalla stood back and let Shayda handle this... the cub would never understand till he was older. Her sacrifice was an honor in her eyes to allow him to be. She just shook her head and stodo back waiting for Ember and the others.

Shayda took the phone.

Elder Soren... Greetings old friend. Yes your young cub has been most disrespectful and confrontational. Yes the Ankou her Aplhas and even Ishari have been most calm and polite. Before he sets foot near town I would Highly recommend that he be taught better manners before being allowed to venture into the city.

She smiled listening.

Yes Soren I believe you being present when the new commander of the city and I discuss who and what I and my partner are to the city would be acceptable. She will need a meeting with all the camps the young cub will not be permitted to attend unless you guarantee he will be respectful and beyond polite. Todays display will not be accepted and I highly doubt that the Iledresoi ghost or not will accept his petty attitude.

She laughed.

Well he has already been hugged by Embers mate I am sure that can be something repeated if need be. From what I have seen Honestly of him? Are you truly asking this old soul what she truly thinks of the young one. Bishop displayed more honor and respect than your young Deagan but we will still accept him. I can speak to the others about training him... and I will tell them to be gentle. Wolves can be a bit fragile under ursine paws.

TIll next wee meet old friend. next time leave the cubs at home and we shall enjoy talks again over tea.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Deagan Gerrick and Salizar Arosta

"My Alpha....Soren...wants to speak with you."

Shayda took the phone and began to talk with Soren over it. They were talking shit about him, for just trying to have some fun and take these arrogant mother fuckers down a notch or two.

Yeah, he was trouble-making little shit....he could admit that...but these half-blood frankenstein bastards deserved all the grief he gave them.

Instead he glowered at Jalla...or that is Jalla who...no one in his tribe knew anyone by that name. She had said she had become this abomination to save him...which if she knew anything about him...she'd know that he'd never accept or respect that decision. No what she should have told the god-damned bloodsuckers was to fuck off, stood her ground and taken her asskicking even if it meant them taking him as a baby.

Deagan had no respect for those that backed down and compromised their principles like she had even if it was to save someone else.

He took back his phone from the collaborator-cop and listened to what his Alpha had to say to him. "....Fine...yes...I will obey...I will go home without giving any of these sons-of-bitches any more trouble." He hung up glaring at them. "Now if you fuckers don't mind I have a bus to wait for."

Salizar Glanced rolling his eyes to Ember. The young one didn't know the meaning of the word respect. He nodded his head down toward the end of the street. Indicating to her that he thought that they should follow after Ishari and Darren to find the new commander's other adviser. Ishari had a frustrating impulse-control problem...and Darren never struck him as resolute enough to do what was necessary.

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IC: Darren Cross and Soren Mendosa

Ishari lead them to a coffee shop he knew Greg patronized regularly. As they crossed the parking lot Darren could smell Greg's scent here too now. He had been here and recently too.

They entered and Ishari pointed out a older man sitting alone at a table with two cups of coffee on it. He was just closing and putting a cellphone into his pocket when he noticed them.

As he approached the man he caught the Greg's scent coming from the empty chair.

"Excuse me sir," Darren said to the old man. "But I think you may know where a friend of mine has gone. My name is-"

"I know who you are, Mr. Cross," The man said, "And I do not know where Gregory has gone, but he only left moments ago."

Darren looked at Ishari then back to the oldtimer. "Who are you?"

The man gestured to the empty chair, "I will not address your associate directly, but please sit, order some coffee. We have much to discuss."

 

[Asa]

Shayda, Ember and Jalla

Ember walked over to her after the infuriating child left Shayda joining her.

We know you had to protect your son so that he could be wed and eventually father... that.

Ember spoke first to her as Shayda just drew her old friend into a hug. Shayda looked to her.

I do believe that before he begins his training Elder Soren and I will sit him down and tell him the full story. If you wish to be there you can if not... I will understand.

Jalla just nodded to them both and looked to Ember.

I am going to go find Rayna...

With that she took off down the road with Ember staring after her growling about cutting the idiots tongue out the next time he says anything against her. Shayda looked to Slalizar in an unspoken keep an eye on them for me before nodding to Ember and getting back in the car as she and her partner pulled away.

Ishari

Ishari smirked... clearly the old one was in a mood of teasing.

Careful Darren Elder Soren... he is senile now... Ishari not talk to him when senile... Soren become old and boring... like soup man of tv... only less funny. Ishari can go get Rayna Adviser... Ishari not hurt mixed up puppy... Senile Soren probably mix up bad enough Ghost man will never get his brain straight.

Ishari hopped up onto the chair beside them and giggled looking to the server with a smile.

Why Pretty man ask Ishari about coffee... Coffee needs chocolate and puffy stuff not hot but not frozen... okay... pretty man get that for Ishari... Ishari give pretty man kiss. Better pay than Senile Soren unless pretty boy want kiss from Senile Soren or Rayna's Pretty Darren. If pretty man want kiss from Rayna's Pretty Darren I won't tell her... for lots of chocolate in coffee pretty man.

She crouched there on the chair giggling and smiling though clearly there was a calming factor being around Soren for her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross and Soren Mendosa

The man gestured to the empty chair, "I will not address your associate directly, but please sit, order some coffee. We have much to discuss."

"Careful Darren Elder Soren... he is senile now... Ishari not talk to him when senile... Soren become old and boring... like soup man of tv... only less funny. Ishari can go get Rayna Adviser... Ishari not hurt mixed up puppy... Senile Soren probably mix up bad enough Ghost man will never get his brain straight." Mr. Cross' associate said plopping down into her seat.

At that Soren sighed. He felt for all the half-blood-one in particular. To be cast out from their perspective tribes, alone and ostracized. The spirit guides, heritage of their people, forever denied to them, by quirks of fate usually beyond their control. So sad, but no matter how much Soren sympathized with their plight he was still the Alpha of the Marucdresoi. He lead them but was also lead by their attitudes and prejudices. No matter how sympathetic he was of the exiled ones like Ishari, he could never show it.

"So what did you do to Greg," Darren asked.

Soren raised a bushy eyebrow at that. "Why is impatience so universal to you young ones? Gregory was much the same way," He imitated Greg's voice, "Get to the point, old man. Why not take time to enjoy a fine cup of coffee for a moment every now and then, hmm?"

"I've actually seen more than a century go by, so I'm hardly what you would call a 'young one', and Coffee is no longer my drink of choice anymore." Darren replied lifting a lip to reveal a fang, "And why are you evading answering my question about Greg? Did you do something to him?"

"Do not worry my not so young friend, we merely had a conversation." He said taking one last sip from his coffee cup.

"And what did this conversation entail?"

"Certain matters about the night my wolf bit him and made him a werewolf," Soren answered.

"You?" Darren's eyes widened,

Soren nodded. "Me."

"Why did you..." Darren shook his head. It didn't matter. Now more than ever he had to find Greg. This news...it would push him to places he will not be ready to deal with. "Where is Greg now?"

"My dear not so young friend, you were asking why I bit him," Soren said rising from his chair, "He has now stepped on his path towards his destiny, as I have forseen in my vision quest of him."

He pointed to the door. "Gregory left and headed that way down the street. If you hurry you may catch him."

Darren looked at him then to Ishari, "Do you still have his scent? Is he right? Did he go that way?"

After her answer he raised up and said to her, "Let's go then."

Soren smiled and waved them out, "Good luck and tell your new commander I look forward to having a pleasant conversation with her too sometime soon."

 

[Asa]

Ishari

Sticking her tongue out at Soren with a giggle before she nodded to Darren. Taking the coffee and nipping at the waiter lips she took money out of her pocket she handed the server a 20 and turned to go sniffing the chocolate in the coffee.

Darren need trust Ishari. Greg went that way. Shayda and her partner were at the ATM right there and Jalla went that way.

She smiled and looked back to Soren knowing he would know what she meant.

Ishari and Jalla go hunting then escort Senile Soren if he is all better to see Commander Rayna tomorrow.

She understood that when she and Jalla went hunting that Soren was normal but everywhere else he was senile Ember called it trying to explain it to her.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross

Darren looked at him then to Ishari, "Do you still have his scent? Is he right? Did he go that way?"

"Darren need trust Ishari. Greg went that way," She nodded pointed down the road, "Shayda and her partner were at the ATM right there and Jalla went that way."

After her answer he raised up and said to her, "Let's go then."

He and Ishari rushed out of the coffee shop doors and down the street following Greg's scent. It took them downtown and more and more pedestrians were walking up and down the sidewalks of Boston as they tracked Greg down. Soon they were trying to weave themselves through crowds of tourists and yuppies heading to a meeting over lunch with the movers and shakers of whatever industry they were in.

Darren had lost Greg's scent completely with all the competition from the throngs of people pressing in and streaming this way and that around them, but Ishari seemed still confident on where she was going. He knew the mixing of Vampire and shifter blood had given Ishari and those liker even superior noses than either race could boast-that was why he had wanted them to come along afterall.

She led them to Boston Common, which was a bit of relief because it was less crowded and claustrophobic to him. "Where is he?"

Ishari led him to a bridge over the water in the park and he could see Greg standing stare down into the murky water below.

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IC: Gregory Wolf

Greg stood at the edge of the water. Just one more step and he would fall in, and then it would all be a matter of diving down until the water was over head and one last exhale-air out water in. Then it would finally at long last be over. This wasn't the first time he had thought of ending it, and he had decided this was best for everyone-his family, friends, himself, but he had never had the guts until now-maybe.

Could he do this? Part of him said it was best to end it. Be rid of it all at last. The other part knew this would hurt Rayna, really hurt her, and that fact really weighed upon his heart. But he couldn't be the man Rayna wanted...hell, he couldn't be the man he wanted either-so who the hell was he? He was in purgatory already one foot in the world of normal people and the other in this crazy insane world of vampires and werewolves. The strain of trying to be in both was threatening to snap himself in half like a wishbone.

He couldn't be normal, he wasn't normal anymore even if he was somehow miraculously cured, just the past couple years, livng with Darren and Emily, meeting Rayna....all of it, he would never be normal again.

It was all that crazy old man's fault. He wanted Greg to become some sort of werewolf chosen one, and Rayna, Rayna wanted him to be some sort of lieutenant in some invisible empire here in the city right under everyone's noses. Neither one of them had bothered to ask him what he wanted.

To be fair to Rayna...what he wanted was no longer possible and she knew it and hell he might as well admit it, Greg knew it too.

He had two fates before him neither of his choosing and two people trying to pull him down both. He hated the loss of freedom, independence. He could try to pull back try to go backward, but even he knew he couldn't ever go back to the way things were....

....But he wanted to, damn it.

Why not? Why couldn't he go back to the way things were? Because going back would mean losing Darren and Emily and Rayna...hell, even Batai. So he was stuck. Unless...

...Unless he took this one last step and ended it on his own terms.

Could he do this?

His foot lifted, ready to make that last final step off into the water.

No, he couldn't. That foot landed back beside its brother and he turned to see Darren coming down the steps towards him with a strange looking girl beside him. "Darren what's going on?"

 

[Asa]

Ishari

Seeing what The one that held Rayna's scent was thinking Ishari was up on the railing as well standing back but ready to prevent falling. Acrobatic was an understatement when it came to Ishari... Mother always suspected it was that almost innocent insanity that gifted the girl with her reflexes and insight.

If Rayna's Pretty wolf want to go swimming cleaner water in hotel pool.

She crouched watching him almost as if she was trying to figure out why Darren and Greg were advisers and protectors to Rayna... The outsider and the self loathing one... she could not see Rayna's reasons here. Maybe they were as crazy as people say she is.

Ishari help Darren find you... you talk to Soren when he was senile? Like when Soren talk to Darren and Ishari?

She moved closer to Greg her head tilted a little.

Better to listen to Ghost cat... Unless Soren not senile at time then both good to listen to. We track Jalla now... Ishari think sister Jalla go to find Rayna.

Jalla and Rayna

Jalla walked into the club and saw Rayna sitting talking to the old man. She knew how badly Rayna wanted to embrace him and save him from death. She could not blame her the old man was an amazing talent. She could smell death around him as usual. Whatever his problem it was a very slow killer which she knew tore Rayna apart.

The old man looked over.

Jalla... Sunshine don't seem as bright in ya eyes child whats wrong?

Jalla just smiled to him and grabbing a drink for the sake of appearance and walked over to join them.

In all truth Old friend its the same as Rayna's... Stubborn argumentative males.

He laughed and slowly stood up.

I am gonna rest a little before my next set so you two ladies enjoy and I will be back out later.

Be sure you are My friend

Rayna called as he walked away. Her attention turned back to Jalla.

I know that look my friend... the old man still has not told him the truth. Well that will get fixed whether Soren likes it or not. I am still willing to rip those that got pissy about him knowing you apart.

Jalla held her hand up to halt Rayna's words.

He is just like his father and I can't get embraced again to protect him like I did his father. Who does that leave... Soren? Do you really think that the others would accept him the way Ember Salizar Ishari and I would if he did it? I told mother I should leave here but no one wanted to believe me.

Rayna just nodded.

He will know... I am going to help usher in changes and I feel Soren and I working together with Shayda and her partner as well as my advisers and your pack will see a new chapter for all Werecreatures Vampires and others alike.

Jalla nodded with a shrug.

Mother was right you are very much like him.

Bite your tongue Jalla

Rayna laughed a little.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross and Gregory Wolf

No, he couldn't. That foot landed back beside its brother and he turned to see Darren coming down the steps towards him with a strange looking girl beside him. "Darren what's going on?"

Darren looked down at the water than back to his friend and then back to the water and sighed. Sometimes he hated being right.

"If Rayna's Pretty wolf want to go swimming cleaner water in hotel pool," Ishari said and Darren glared at her for her indelicate handling of the situation.

Greg looked chagrinned and partly ashamed at that.

"Come on," Darren said to both of them, "Let's go...I think you need a drink."

"I already had some coffee," He told him letting Darren guide him away from the water.

"I was thinking of something stronger, buddy." Darren said elbowing him in the ribs, "Though if you want coffee again we can always irish it up for you."

"Ishari help Darren find you... you talk to Soren when he was senile? Like when Soren talk to Darren and Ishari," Ishari continued talking to Greg, "Better to listen to Ghost cat... Unless Soren not senile at time then both good to listen to. We track Jalla now... Ishari think sister Jalla go to find Rayna."

Greg looked over to her and said sarcastically, "Darren who's your new girlfriend?"

"She's not exactly a friend, though she's alright," He glanced back at Ishari, "Maybe given time...but come on I know a place...plenty of booze and blues too...you look like you need to hear a blues song or too."

He looked back to Ishari, "You coming?"

 

[Asa]

Ishari

Rayna's Darren too fragile just like Rayna's Greg too fragile. Ishari not hurt Rayna's advisers. Not break Rayna's males. Ishari is like you and like Darren just like Ember and the others. We are pack... together. We... enforce Commanders laws.

She moved to follow the scent now of Jalla and Rayna it seemed to also be the way that Darren was wanting to go.

Jalla and Rayna

He finally came back out to the stage looking a little pale. Jalla tensed as she watched Rayna who seemed to close up just a little at the sight. Jalla knew that Rayna had known the old man most of his life if not all of his life. She knew that Rayna wanted to embrace him or have him embraced so that the world would not lose his amazing gift and she would not lose a dear friend.

He played a few songs before standing to ask Rayna to join him on stage. Jalla knew death well and there was something about his eyes. He wanted Rayna near... He knew it was time...This was not going to go well. She watched as Rayna walked up there and they sat down together and he began to sing. Slowly after a couple of songs he began to lean against her as Rayna draped an arm around him. She could not hear nor feel his heart as strong as she should have been able to this close she looked to him as he finished the last song and smiled to her.

Good night my South seas Angel.

His eyes closed as he finally slumped against her completely. Rayna cradled him as Jalla and some of the others started to move to help her with him only to have her snarl fangs bared at all of them. She didn't care that there were mortals there. She did not care that they just wanted to help her with him all she could think was she was not ready to let go. Jalla motioned for them to all stay back and told the bartender to call Shayda and Lelanna and get them there asap. Jalla moved to place herself between Rayna and the rest of the club half to protect her commander and half to protect those here from her.

Rayna just held him staring into that now peaceful old face speaking softly.

Why... why did you have to refuse the gift. You deserved the gift more than anyone else I know. Your gift and talent now... history because you could not accept a gift from us.

Her face turned cold... unfeeling... dead as she looked around the club. Many who had wanted to step forward and help their new commander and comfort her were now backing away slowly and carefully seeing the drastic change in her eyes and face. Some even turned quickly to flee the club. Jalla turned looking at her.

Rayna... Lelanna and Shayda will be here soon let them handle this... please. I know you wanted to protect him... to save him from this but now... you have to let others help you. It is too late to do anything but honor him and remember him. Rename a suite at the hotel after him... keep his music playing in the hotel... but he is mortal and will have to be... buried. Place him on the sacred burial land... I know that Soren and the others would not refuse that request... Rayna...

Rayna just cradled him staring at them. Something in her mind had snapped. Those that deserved the gift who would have done a great good with it refuse it and die while others like Greg throw pity parties and hate themselves and anyone that tries to help them. All loving either of them have caused is pain to her and she was done with the pain. Greg could be released from being her adviser and Darren could get used to blood dolls or whoever he wished to companionship and love. She was not going to let his refusal to feed and his inevitable desire that she would stop live feeding would end up causing more pain and trouble so she would cut that risk away before it could manifest.

Fine... Lelanna and Shayda can aid in this but only them.

Rayna held him to her a single blood tear refusing to be ignored fell from her eyes to his face as that could darkness enveloped her slowly snapping shut around her as she heard the door open to the club.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross and Gregory Wolf

Darren led Greg and Ishari out of the downtown area to a neighborhood on the edge of industrial and commercial sections of Boston. Here among old brick buildings they came to a building with no sign or mark on the outside. It looked like any other building, but in front was an ambulance and a police car, and a coroner's van. They were loading someone in a body bag inside it.

Darren saw Shayda standing on the sidewalk watching as they did.

"Shayda,Don't tell me that was the old man," He asked walking up to her.

Greg looked past them and inside the club and saw something. Inside sitting in the club was one lone person. Rayna. His own worries and issues fell away right then. They were somehow unimportant in the face of the pain she was going through. She looked so sad, so...broken. He wanted to wrap her up in his arms right then and there. Just hold her and let her cry it all out in the safety of his arms.

He stepped inside and approached her, "Rayna...," He said unsure what to say to her, "I...I'm sorry."

He opened his arms an invitation for her take in a hug probably much needed by both of them.

 

[Asa]

Shayda Jalla and Ishari

Ishari started to run in smelling death and Jalla stopped her shaking her head no.

Commander is... different right now Ishari... we are on guard now much like we were with the one they called Mother.

Ishari seemed to process that amazingly quickly and looked... worried.

Shayda nodded to Darren.

Eye witness report he took about an hour break came back out on stage looking a little pale. Sat down played a few songs called her up on stage they sang a couple of songs together and he told her Good Night my South Seas angel and died in her arms. Darren when anyone approached to help Mortal or otherwise she full fang growled at everyone then according to Jalla... she changed... she said it was like looking at Mother. Something in her has snapped or is trying to... Be careful going in there both of you.

Rayna

Her eyes lifted hearing Greg's voice. Her expression was... nonexistent as she focused on him.

You are incapable accepting and integrating both halves of what you are. You view what could be a great gift as some bothersome curse. You are released from being adviser and guardian effective immediately if you like. Gifts are given in this world to aid humanity... and there are those incapable or unwilling to accept them.

Her eyes turn to the door with a near snarl reminiscent of Mother

Then there are those who deserve those gifts and refuse them becoming lost to the world forever out of an opposite but no less insufferable stubbornness or some ideal or whatever. So why endure your self hatred and risk it making you do something stupid or decide you can not endure being around others. You are free to go... I will be taking My place at the Hotel.

Her eyes moving back to look at him.

I sense Darren here as well... Will you inform him I will speak with him now as well.

Ishari stood in the doorway wanting to move over to Rayna... she did not like seeing her friend so strange cruel and old. She looked back to Darren Jalla and Shayda.

Why old man want to hurt Commander Rayna like that? Old man not have to die... Rayna or pack could have helped him even Darren could have helped him or Lelanna could have. Human's are mean.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gregory Wolf

Greg stepped inside and approached her, "Rayna...," He said unsure what to say to her, "I...I'm sorry."

He opened his arms an invitation for her take in a hug probably much needed by both of them.

She looked up then and Greg could tell something was wrong right away, Her expression was cold as ice, she might as well be a million miles away.

"You are incapable accepting and integrating both halves of what you are." She told him like a queen passing sentence on a convict, "You view what could be a great gift as some bothersome curse."

His heart sunk and his arms lowered. "Rayna...please?"

She continued undeterred, "You are released from being adviser and guardian effective immediately if you like."

"Rayna," He shook his head. The look in her eyes, the pain frozen over in miles of thick ice it cut him down to his beating heart. He didn't want to be her advisor-he didn't want to be a werewolf either. The only thing he was certain he wanted to be was hers. "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Gifts are given in this world to aid humanity..." She said implacably, "And there are those incapable or unwilling to accept them."

His lips pursed and angry hurt feelings welled up in his throat. "From the moment I met you, you tried to make me someone I didn't want to be. You could never accept how I felt. You were right and I was wrong all the time." He gestured out there through the door, "That...out there...this...you...Darren...Emily...Batai...me...Vampires and werewolves...all of this...its no gift....it's a curse...a freakshow."

"Then there are those who deserve those gifts and refuse them becoming lost to the world forever out of an opposite but no less insufferable stubbornness or some ideal or whatever," She said looking past him to the door and the coroner van driving away with the dead body inside. "So why endure your self hatred and risk it making you do something stupid or decide you can not endure being around others."

His fists clenched and he shook his head. He wanted to wake up and find out the last few years of his life had been some weird crazy fever dream, but also part of him wanted to stay. He was so conflicted it drove him crazy.

"You are free to go... I will be taking My place at the Hotel."

Then he snapped. She was letting him go. That ripped out his heart and threw down on the floor at her feet. "Fine," He roared angry and hurt at her, "I don't need this, any of this bullshit. Go to hell."

He turned and stormed out of the jazz club.

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IC: Darren Cross and Gregory Wolf

"Shayda,Don't tell me that was the old man," He asked walking up to her.

He saw Ishari turn to follow Greg inside but Jalla reached out and stopped her saying, "Commander is... different right now Ishari..." She told him quietly but Darren heard every syllable, " we are on guard now much like we were with the one they called Mother."

Darren looked concerned towards the doorway. He was worried over what state the old man's death had put Rayna in. Mother was not known for being the best person to deal with loss. But Shayda was telling him: "Eye witness report he took about an hour break came back out on stage looking a little pale. Sat down played a few songs called her up on stage they sang a couple of songs together and he told her Good Night my South Seas angel and died in her arms."

"She didn't take it well, did she," Darren asked afraid he had already guessed the answer. Oh Rayna.

"Darren when anyone approached to help Mortal or otherwise she full fang growled at everyone then according to Jalla... she changed..." Shayda continued, "she said it was like looking at Mother. Something in her has snapped or is trying to... Be careful going in there both of you."

"I'll try and pull her back from the brink. She'll listen to m-"

He stopped in mid sentence as Greg burst through the door looking shocked, hurt, and angry.

"What happened?"

He shook his head emotion cracking his voice, "I'm through with this, with it all. No more Vampires. No more ghosts. No more werewolves." He then made to storm off down the sidewalk away from them.

Darren reached out and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Greg. Wait. I know you're mad, but-"

Greg took his hand and pulled him up against the wall. "Stay away from me..." He glared at Shayda and Ishari and Jalla, "...All of you."

Then released Darren and rushed off.

Darren watched him go knowing he should go after him, and knowing in the state his friend was in right now it wouldn't do any good. Maybe when he cools back down. Emily and Batai would look after him back at the townhouse.

He straightened his jacket and entered the blues club. "Rayna? Are you feeling alright?"

 

[Asa]

Rayna Jalla and Ishari

Jalla heard Greg's words to Rayna in her darkened state and fought hard not to grab him ripping him apart. A growl however she could not prevent from falling as a fatal warning her eyes darkening as she stared at him.

Ishari looked to her... Senile Soren tell us Rayna wolf have to learn his way... just like me... We should let Senile Soren try to fix him or Ghost kitty...

She nodded as if passing down some ancient sage wisdom to Jalla.

Rayna wolf not mean to hurt her not like old human... He will figure it out... Rayna need us now... We protect her from mean brain time now Jalla.

Jalla smiled to Ishari even with her shattered mind the innocence it left behind could speak volumes of wisdom and clarity.

You are right Ishari... let us watch and see the fate of Rayna's vampire Darren.

Rayna looked to Darren that same dead cold stare deeper than Mother could have ever pulled off as she spoke in that dead tone of command.

You are released from being adviser and guardian effective immediately if you like Darren. You seek to refuse what you are and will no doubt in time hope and nag that I would stop live feedings or feel that you must leave due to my live feedings so I release you now. I will be taking my place at the Hotel you may stay wherever you wish. Gifts are given in this world to aid humanity... we are beyond the pathetic humans we cull them and take from them those who are worthy of our gift or who are worthy of being our servants and feeding stock.

Her eyes looked for the coroners van that had already gone as she continued.

Then there are those who deserve those gifts and refuse them becoming lost to the world forever out of an opposite but no less insufferable stubbornness or some ideal or whatever. So why endure your holier than thou hatred of accepting what we are and what we do and risk it making you do something stupid or decide you can not endure being around others. You are free to go.

Onyx Blackwind
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She was a descendant of death. The descendant of the only other survivor of of Ishari's Camp. To most she was cold and combative fiercely loyal to Her embraced ancestor and answered only to Soren. His loophole to maintain watch over Jalla and Ishari when they were not in the wildlands designated for the Ankou to hunt in without camp interference. Onyx had put her foot and fists through enough camp elders and others who did not like her dedication to her ancestor. They also saw her compassion and warmth to the young and elderly of the camp as well as the Ankou whether anyone liked it or not. Her mother's line connected her to Ishari and her fathers line made her cousin Jalla. She even held compassion for the one called Rayna helping the feline ghost keep her safe when in town.

For now she stood in the shadows watching Ishari and Jalla she tensed watching Jalla snarl at Greg even though she could understand Jalla's rage at the arrogant fool but Soren said he was needed and even she knew that if anyone would best aid Rayna is was the vampire Darren and as Ishari called him Rayna's pretty wolf Greg. Dark eyes moved to follow him down the road and pushing off the wall she looked to Soren.

Time for tracking arrogant blind fools Uncle?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross

He straightened his jacket and entered the blues club. "Rayna? Are you feeling alright?"

She looked at him in a way Darren had only seen Mother look at other people, as if they were bugs and she was deciding whether to go through the trouble of squashing. You are released from being adviser and guardian effective immediately if you like Darren. You seek to refuse what you are and will no doubt in time hope and nag that I would stop live feedings or feel that you must leave due to my live feedings so I release you now."

"You are releasing me," He repeated slowly.

"I will be taking my place at the Hotel you may stay wherever you wish," She continued, "Gifts are given in this world to aid humanity... we are beyond the pathetic humans we cull them and take from them those who are worthy of our gift or who are worthy of being our servants and feeding stock."

"Is that how you feel, Rayna," He asked slow, seriously.

Her eyes shifted to look out the window where the coroners van had been only a few moments before, where the body of the old man-someone whose death clearly hurt her-had been. "Then there are those who deserve those gifts and refuse them becoming lost to the world forever out of an opposite but no less insufferable stubbornness or some ideal or whatever. So why endure your holier than thou hatred of accepting what we are and what we do and risk it making you do something stupid or decide you can not endure being around others. You are free to go."

"No." He walked up to her and leaned down. hands flat on the table top and his face close to hers. He looked into her eyes and said, "You can say what you want, Rayna, but I'm not going anywhere. Face it, you're stuck with me, and do you want to know why?"

His hand lifted and his fingertips affectionately brushed down her cheek. "Because I love you."

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IC: Soren Mendosa

Soren had left the coffee shop and picked up Onyx at the corner. Then they had doubled back following Darren Cross and the abomina-no within the walls of his own mind he could call the young lady by her own name-Ishari.

They had tracked them to here in this dark alley across from the blues club watching the police and coroners leaving. Someone had died inside. Soren didn't know who, but he gathered it was no an act of violence by the lack of urgency with the officer's actions. Maybe someone had a heart attack or stroke listening to the music within the club's walls...that would be similar to how he'd want to die.

So far he hadn't looked at the one person among the group they watched who's sight would tear his heart in two. Somehing to be proud of or something to weep over.

He saw his poor confused pawn-Gregory-walk inside as the others talked to Shayda. Then exit angry and hurt. There was a confrontation with Darren and the young Gregory stormed off down the street.

"Time for tracking arrogant blind fools Uncle?" Onyx asked from the passenger seat beside him.

"He is not arrogant, my dear, nor is he a fool." He looked over to her, "Young Gregory is just lost, confused, and in so much pain. His entire life is-has been turning upside down-I should know I'm the one to blame for starting it." He glanced back at the group his words stopping as he looked at that one person....Jalla.

The stab of grief was almost like an actual knife piercing through his chest watching his daughter-beloved and spurned by him-talking easily with her comrades.

Tears were welling up in his eyes. Jalla, oh my sweet baby girl.

He forced back the tears and schooled his voice not to show any sign of the grief. "You surprise me Onyx. There was a time where the world as it should be became the world as it never can be again for you as it has become for him now. I would have expected more sympathy towards Gregory from you. I may as well have Deagan sitting here beside me now."

His eyes were still on Jalla as his own words hit him. The way the world should be and can never be again.

"This is what I want you to do, Onyx," He said gesturing to the fleeing Gregory, "I suspect our opponent has done our hardest task for us and pushed him out of her life, taken with what has happened to him before. Gregory is in need of someone to talk to. Go after him, bump into him, chat, get to know him, befriend and care about him. Do not try to lecture, or guide him, do not try to convince him to head towards us. He needs someone to listen, to hold his hand at this fork in the road for him and makes his own steps towards his destiny."

He looked at her, his eyes leaving that of his baby girl for the first time in minutes. "Can you do that?"

 

[Asa]

Onyx

Snarling she glared at him he was the old blind stubborn fool. Wanting things to be different but then when opportunity is there on a silver platter before them re gets petty and refuses to embrace is. He knows there are more than enough who would back him on forging better balance with the vampires. That would bring the campless city wolves into the family. That would put Jalla back into his life.

He will know what I am and from his words that will make me an enemy immediately you know that. You also know that the human singer in there was near death. We should let them place him in the sacred lands... more honor than the humans will give him. Rayna protected your grandson and daughter Soren... She is not the enemy in fact she has been the best ally any werecreature has had and you know it.

Shaking her head it was a waste of breath but then again maybe the city wolves had it right... no true camp no petty fossil rules just survival and learning from all beings. Maybe they had it right.

You are supposed to talk to her tomorrow you want change... she wants change... you both are in the perfect place to do it. Shayda will not be silenced Deagan is going to know the truth the Bears will not keep the truth from him like you let the others bully you into doing. You are the leader they should follow your orders not bully you into their will.

Warin and his brethren I can tell you enjoy having an alpha puppet... you don't believe my words ask the spirits how Valen truly died.

She had not wanted to go there but Soren had everything he needed in place to begin the changes he and Rayna wanted of this place and still he bucked it.

~~~~~~~~~

Rayna

She sat there eyes hollow as she stared at him the touch not breaking anything as she spoke again.

I have a meetings tomorrow with the Alphas of the various camps. Make sure that everything is ready for them. Shayda will be in attendance find out if there are any others from her people who will be there?

 

[Veroe]

IC: Darren Cross

His hand lifted and his fingertips affectionately brushed down her cheek. "Because I love you."

He kept his face neutral but his heart sank as it was clear to Darren that his words hadn't penetrated the shell she had closed in around her.

He inhaled deeply and let it out slow. He would stay with her on this shadowed path she was choosing to walk alone. He would not leave Rayna no matter what. She was suffering inside. The old man's death had hurt her. So much so that she refused to let anyone see it.

"I have a meetings tomorrow with the Alphas of the various camps. Make sure that everything is ready for them." She said without emotion.

"Understood," He replied feeling for her.

She went on, "Shayda will be in attendance find out if there are any others from her people who will be there?"

He nodded, "Yes Ma'am." He turned to leave to speak with Shayda outside, but over his shoulder he said back to her, "And Rayna...Remember, I love you." He then left her asking Shayda her questions.

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IC: Soren Mendosa

He looked at her, his eyes leaving that of his baby girl for the first time in minutes. "Can you do that?"

She glared at him in annoyance. "He will know what I am and from his words that will make me an enemy immediately you know that."

He nodded, "I know. It will be difficult. Be patient with him, Onyx, but be persistent."

"You also know that the human singer in there was near death. We should let them place him in the sacred lands... more honor than the humans will give him."

He scowled at that looking back out at the commotion outside the blues club. "He was human. He should be buried among humans."

"Rayna protected your grandson and daughter Soren..." She suddenly put in.

His lips tightened but he conceded her point. "Yes she did. And I am grateful to her for that, but I can not let my personal feelings get in the way. Not when we are finally in a position to demand our independence from them."

"You are supposed to talk to her tomorrow you want change... she wants change... you both are in the perfect place to do it."

He shook his head, "She wants it, but history is replete with leaders that tried to turn the tide of their people's will only to be swept away with it."

"Shayda will not be silenced Deagan is going to know the truth the Bears will not keep the truth from him like you let the others bully you into doing."

There it was. That was the root of all the trouble he had gotten from Onyx. She disliked those that kept secrets and hated those that lied to keep those secrets. And he was nothing but a man with too many secrets. If secrets were drops of water Soren would've drowned long ago.

"Which would be worse the lie that comforts him or learning the terrible truth?" He glanced over to her, "My grandson has a heart made of stone and his head is filled with them as well. You know him as well as I do, Onyx, is Deagan the kind of man that will change his opinions about vampires and the half-bloods that easily? If you think so then you don't know him as well as you think you do."

He also knew the young woman's sitting beside him's interest in his grandson was more than just casual. Too bad Deagan had zero clue of that interest.

He looked out to see Jalla looking their way. He pursed his lips before changing topics. "Go Onyx. Catch up with Gregory. Just follow him if you have to. I need to get back to prepare for the meeting with the city's new commander tomorrow. The Elder's circle will wish to discuss our stance for it as well."

"You are the leader they should follow your orders not bully you into their will."

"I wouldn't use the term 'bully me into anything'." He said raising an eyebrow reproachfully to her at that, "We discuss the correct course to ta-"

"Warin and his brethren I can tell you enjoy having an alpha puppet..." She kept on with it. Soren may have thought her spirit animal was a pitbull, "you don't believe my words ask the spirits how Valen truly died."

"I have." He said slowly, "That knowledge leaves me in a difficult position."

Jalla started across the street. Had she recognized them? Was she coming to confront them? If so...what would he say? Probably some very unkind things to her. Best to spare her that.

Quickly he turned the engine on and pulled the SUV out of the alley and roaring away from his little girl like a coward.

One street over he let Onyx out on the sidewalk. "Go find Gregory. I know you can do it Onyx."

 

[Asa]

Rayna and Shayda

Rayna watched him walk away and then stared at the piano for a long moment before looking to the bartender who also owned the place and with a lethal growl spoke low and cold to the brawler of a vampire.

You will honor that human in this place... Dedicate something to him the stage the piano something and there had better be a celebration of his life in this place is that clear? Defy me and your entire family line will pay is that clear.

The vampire behind the bar towered most by over a foot in height and doubled many in well toned muscles but not over muscled. However standing before the new commander and what he had seen of her this night the man sank back nodding.

Yes of course commander as you wish. He was a very important asset to this bar and to its patrons and I know to you as well. I will do everything I can to honor him greatly Commander.

With that Rayna walked out and headed down the street towards the hotel not waiting on anyone but knowing Jalla and Ishari and more than likely Darren would follow. Her eyes glanced in the direction she could smell that Greg went and kept walking back to the hotel.

Shayda was standing there finishing out her report as her Partner was talking to the other patrons mainly convincing the mortals that the woman on stage did not in fact turn into a demon and that they were simply more tired or drunk than they realized and to go home and sleep it off.

Shayda watched Darren walk out and then watched Rayna more to make sure that she did not lash out again. Distracted from that monitoring when Darren approached her.

Whats up?

~~~~~~

Onyx growled a little.

Difficult position my ass old man... Valen was one of my few reasons for staying here and you know it. The city wolves have it right Survival over archaic petty rubbish and backstabbing camp insanity.

She had not thought about Valen in days at least not to the point of letting it rip at her like this as she snarled again Dragging it back as best she can into that dark deep pit.

Yeah... I can go talk to him when are you going to be a father and talk to her instead of running like a scared spineless little mouse.

With that she hopped out of the SUV and took off down the road looking for Greg. Surveillance for now see what she can learn about this clearly brainless idiot.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Soren Mendosa

One street over he let Onyx out on the sidewalk. "Go find Gregory. I know you can do it Onyx."

"Yeah... I can go talk to him," Onyx growled opening the passenger side door of Soren's Tahoe. "When are you going to be a father and talk to her instead of running like a scared spineless little mouse."

Soren's expression soured at her withering words about him and Jalla. He leveled a stern eye to her. "That subject is between me and my daughter, and not for you to make commentary upon," He growled an alpha wolf reasserting his authority over a subordinate. "I have taken you into my confidence because you keep a clear head unlike my grandson, and you come from outside the camps' many political entanglements, Onyx. Don't make me regret my choice in that."

The passenger door slammed shut, and off to find where Gregory had gone off to.

That was what he liked about Onyx. Set a task before her and she applied everything she had to accomplishing it even as she let you know how much she disagreed with it.

Soren took the SUV down the street but stomped on the brakes as a woman stepped out into the middle of the road in front of him. The big Tahoe came to a stop just inches before her.

Jalla had tracked them and caught up to him.

He rolled down the window and angrily growled at her, "Are you insane? I could've ran right over you. I would've thought I raised my little girl to take fewer risks even after she-"

He stopped himself when he realized he was engaging her. He glowered at himself. His rage that he had shoved down deep at the fate that befell his beautiful little girl running rampant through him. He had to get away from her. Soren did not know what to do or say that would not cause her pain.

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IC: Gregory Wolf

Greg stormed down the sidewalks of Boston determined not to let the tears he felt come out. Part of him could not believe he had said the things he had said, turned on Rayna like that. He had walked out on her. He was a horrible monster. He didn't even need a full moon to become one.

But the other part of him, was still angry...at Rayna...at that crazy old man that ruined his life...at Darren and Batai and Emily...and at everybody, but mostly himself.

He didn't even know where he was going. He couldn't go back home. His parents and fiancé thought he was dead or missing or just batshit crazy. He couldn't go back to the townhouse either. No way was he going to face Emily's questions or Batai's sanctimonious speechifying. So where could he go?

He didn't know. All Greg knew for certain was that was he couldn't stay anywhere.

He stopped glaring at his reflection in a shop's front window.

"You're really are a stupid loser," He told the Gregory looking back at him from the window.

 

[Asa]

Jalla

She stared him dead in the eyes. Dead was right... that was all she was to most of them... He let lesser wolves dictate the exclusion and had not stood up to them as a true alpha... Like her mother... She had died when Jalla was young but still Jalla remembered well how her mother would be the steel to her fathers spine. They had both lost alot when she had passed. Perhaps her father more than her... He had lost that steel... that darkness was not the right world but it fit. Her mother was a far colder Alpha however just she kept everyone in their place. She wondered if she would have turned on her too like he did when she protected her son. Maybe it would have been better if she had died in his stead and not let Rayna step in to keep her "Alive" for her people.

You need to temper your tongue with her more... as you stated she has no political ties and true ties after Valen's death. She could do as others have and join the street wolves of the city. Survival is a life she knows far better. Oh and as for risks... should have figured when I risked Rayna's request to keep me "alive" that risks were what I was good at. I am gone... one last thing... I do hear things when I am hunting with Ishari... Onyx words are thought by more than her... Warin is NO Ally Fa...Elder Soren... be careful.

With that she walked away on her own. He looked so old... his temper always did that to him and she was tired of seeing the impotent rage... maybe Rayna would get through to him She could hope like Ishari did but she doubted it.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Onyx and Ishari

Ishari trailed him... She was concerned for Commanders Wolf man... Commander was becoming like mother and that did not set well with her. The human left Commander and now the Wolf that reeked of mating with Commander but why did wolf leave? Did Senile Elder Soren tell him to abandon Commander? She paused when he did but sniffed the air... Family... Moving silently to a rooftop she crouched low searching. Onyx... away from camp... Had she turned street wolf? No still smelled of the wild and... sorrow... and anger... Senile Soren anger her or maybe pity party wolf boy... Time to stay low and watch.

Onyx wandered around tracking the idiot. He stunk of self pity and fading scent of the remains of mating. Here she was now having been asked to work with yet another bull headed self loathing at best spineless where it mattered males. It was clear it had been Soren's wolf that turned him... guess it was genetic to run away from what matters and carry around the boo hoo woe is me look at all I lost instead of growing a spine and standing up for what they know is right and true. Walking away from love and family... pathetic... she would give this an attempt but if this cub pissed her off too much she might well join her Ancestor Ishari. Speaking of which she glanced up from the corner of her eye and smirked before spotting Greg.

Stopping to look in the window as well.

Sounds like you are a tad hard on yourself? Mind you it can't be easy... Not as easy as they have it... yet then again... they don't have it all that easy either. Diseases... lives that begin and end in the blink of an eye to most of us. Then again... There are those that have it worse then even we do... Those that walk both paths at once. Being like us and being like like Whats her name... Rayna.

She shrugged dismissing it all as she turned around to face him.

The hell with all of it though right... So whats next on the agenda... Find a place to stay... I can help with that... lose your well meaning tail... I can help with that too.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gregory Wolf

"You're really are a stupid loser," He told the Gregory looking back at him from the window.

"Sounds like you are a tad hard on yourself?" Someone said behind him.

Greg spun around to look at her.

She didn't give him a chance to respond before continuing. "Mind you it can't be easy... Not as easy as they have it... yet then again... they don't have it all that easy either."

"I...I guess no one has it easy. Maybe its a myth?" He said to this strange woman. Why was she being so chatty to him? "I guess some one having it easy is just something people tell themselves to get them through the rough parts." He glanced back at his reflection in the shop's window, "Still it seems some have it rougher than others."

"Diseases... lives that begin and end in the blink of an eye to most of us. Then again... There are those that have it worse then even we do... " She stated, "Those that walk both paths at once. Being like us and being like like Whats her name... Rayna."

His lips tightened at that. "You're one of them," He said, "I said I didn't want any more part in all this crazy vampire and werewolf bullshit. Just leave me alone."

She turned to look at him square on, "The hell with all of it though right..."

He looked at her this way and that. This whacko seemed to be talking to him independent of what he was telling her. "Did anyone tell you that you're a little weird?"

"So what's next on the agenda... Find a place to stay... I can help with that... "

"I..." He stammered, "...I have no where to go...I suppose I could afford a night or two at the motel 6 but.... " He chewed his lip and then groaned out in frustration, "...But why am I even talking to you?"

He pointed a finger at her. "Listen lady: I don't care if you are trying to be nice to me. Tell your boss to leave me the hell alone. Vampires, werewolves, all of it...I've had enough of it."

He turned to leave but then she said. "Lose your well meaning tail... I can help with that too."

He turned and looked at her again. "Okay I'll bite," Greg said in resignation. He was trying to climb out of the madhouse but somehow he kept getting dragged back inside the padded cell. "How can you help me, lady...what the hell is your name anyway?"

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IC: Soren Mendosa

"Warin is NO Ally Fa...Elder Soren... be careful."

Those words weighed upon him as he drove down the streets of Boston. Onyx, his own daughter, even Deagan in his own way: Why did everyone think he had been born yesterday? Was there a big blinking sign above his head that said: Gullible Fool? Perhaps they thought he had grown suddenly senile in his advanced years?

He knew Warin was a dangerous man. He had eyes, and a brain that still managed to function after all these years.

Warin was a tool...a double edged tool to be certain, but Soren used the tools he was given.

Still Warin and he had a reckoning coming, and despite Onyx's goading he was indeed preparing for it. All he needed was to maneuver Young Gregory a few more spaces before that confrontation.

Grumbling he drove on towards the outskirts of the city and the forests where the Marucdresoi made their home.

 

[Asa]

Onyx and Ishari

Onyx sighed when he started to pull what she knew he would about wanting no part of any of it. Ishari had the right idea watch from a distance and only move in to protect him or when he was ready. But NOoooo Soren had to push the issue and use her to do so. She glanced again in Ishari's general direction and appeared to be pulling hair free from the choker necklace but she was in fact sending a message to Ishari to stick around but stay back for a while.

I am Onyx and yeah if your scent is any form of correct after your time around vampires and Soren you could use a bite and we are close to food truck alley so lets grab a bite in an area where your tail might just lose us for a while. And yeah I am of Sorens's camp... for now but I can tell you more about both sides than either one would like and I hold no political nor species archaic rules towing. The street wolves around here have it right... Survival... if a vampire or werewolf can help you good if your own kind can help you alright too if not... just don't bring any harm to them and all is good.

She motioned towards a side street where the blended scents of Asian to Jamacian from Seafood to Steak to cheese to chili all melded into this conglomeration of amazing. She studied one menu then the other wandering around. Her movements clearly "predatory" in stalking what food she would want. She was a wolf after all and her eyes scanned what others were eating and what was offered on the menus and smiled.

Whatever ya want... I'm buying... Well technically Soren is buying he just doesn't know it yet.

She laughed and kept looking around but keeping an eye on Greg and Ishari. She and Ishari were not like the others in more ways then her lack of the standard ties within a camp and Ishari with her innocent simplistic madness. Between the two of them they could reach him so neither side would lose him. Mind you she was less concerned about the Wolves losing him as she was the one called Rayna losing him. She pitied everyone how ever when Shayda and her brethren spilled the beans to Deagan about the fact that Jalla is his gandmother and Soren's daughter. She would no doubt have to step in and protect the old man but maybe just maybe the heat of that battle Warin could pay for killing Valen once and for all.

Jalla

She when to the lands there the Ankou were allowed to hunt and using the paths she was shown by Soren made her way to the sacred burial lands and her sons grave by the ancient cedar. Sitting staring she sighed as she whispered.

He is his fathers son and I am sure just as big a pain in your grandfathers side as you could be in mine. Shayda will tell him the truth... that I can not stop. Not since it appears he is the second bear born of wolves. It seems that my sacrifice was more destiny then we knew my precious son. Things will change and the visions you had of Boston being an enlightened beacon for all supernatural beings may well happen. Guide your grandfather if you can... he is less than willing to listen to anyone.

She moved a little further into the older section of the sacred burial and stared at her mothers grave.

He needs you now more than ever... help him if you can mother... I can do nothing for him any more... and Deagan is so young still.

The dry crunch of leaves barely noticeable as the person seemed to walk with very quiet steps. Jalla was gone lost in the shadows the scent of death in this place would mask that she had been there and was there as she watched to see who approached.

 

[Veroe]

IC: Gregory Wolf

Greg turned and looked at her again. "Okay I'll bite," Greg said in resignation. He was trying to climb out of the madhouse but somehow he kept getting dragged back inside the padded cell. "How can you help me, lady...what the hell is your name anyway?"

"I am Onyx," She replied, "And yeah if your scent is any form of correct after your time around vampires and Soren you could use a bite."

Greg's stomach growled in agreement to that. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast this morning.

Onyx continued, "And we are close to food truck alley." She pointed down the street where Greg saw several people collecting in what looked like an open lot between two buildings. "So lets grab a bite in an area where your tail might just lose us for a while."

"Tail," He asked looking back behind them. Had Rayna sent someone to keep an eye on him. Why was that a relief? He should be furious if she had sent someone after him.

He didn't see anybody. He could try to smell anyone following behind them. The wind was drifting down the street and any scent of any one tailing him would be easy to pick out. But he refused to really concentrate on that leftover of the wolf though...he was human, damnit...he was a human being! And human beings couldn't smell people more than a dozen yards away from them, damnit!

"Wait a minute..." He rounded on her, "You're one of them....part of that crazy old lunatic's bunch, right?"

"And yeah I am of Sorens's camp... for now," She told him, "But I can tell you more about both sides than either one would like and I hold no political nor species archaic rules towing."

"Rules," He grumbled with a nod, "Every body seems to be trapped by them, somehow."

" The street wolves around here have it right... Survival..." She agreed heading off towards the foodtruck alley and Greg following after her with a grumbling stomach. "if a vampire or werewolf can help you good if your own kind can help you alright too if not... just don't bring any harm to them and all is good."

He was now assaulted with the smells coming from the alley. He didn't need to be a stinking werewolf to smell it now. His mouth began to salivate at the delicious aromas. They traveled inside it, and Greg was drawn by the offerings of a Korean and latino fusion truck. But the prices weren't exactly something a hospital orderly could afford. He could swing it, but he'd have to cut back on lunch tomorrow to something like a baloney sandwhich at work tomorrow.

"Whatever ya want... I'm buying... Well technically Soren is buying he just doesn't know it yet."

"You shouldn't have told me that," He laughed, "Now I gotta pay for myself." He stepped up to the fusion food truck that had attracted his attention earlier. A few minutes later he came back carrying a plate with a Korean barbecued fajita beef taquitos with a creamy queso, cilantro, and gouchujang dipping sauce. It smelled so good, and he had paid for it himself. He had splurged on a bottle of cherry coke from a cooler inside the truck to go with the taquitos too.

He came up to Onyx. "So what exactly is your game, Onyx?" He raised one of the taquitos and dipped it into the dipping sauce. He bit into it and nodded. It was as good as it smelled. "Why did Soren send you to babysit me? Isn't he satisfied with how much he's ruined my life so far?"

 

[Asa]

Onyx

You have thrown yourself under a bus Greg. Wanting to change what can't be changed. Running from everyone that can help you... yet still those people have people watching over you to keep you safe and to help you. Both have people watching over you and here to help you that are... safe... Me because I can relate to the insanity of it all. Rayna and Soren have been manipulated in different ways throughout most of their lives. They have had tough calls placed on them I don't envy either one of them their rank and title. I have the advantage of being an outsider... in a way someone here from another time... Long story.

Your tail from Rayna's side of things... She has a far worse fate than anyone really. She is both Wolf and Vampire... They call them Ankou Some view them as hated abomination some view them as someone who could help lead in a more enlightened supernatural community because they can see both sides the good the bad and the ugly and can help each side understand the other. She and I are from the same camp generations ago and far from this country.

She pondered calling Ishari over for him to meet her but she would let him make that call. She tore into the "Heartstopper" pork burger she got with extra cheese and some stuffed jalapeno poppers and a beer.

I think your other guardian would be a good person for you to talk to as well some time. She has a very... unique outlook on both sides of the coin so to speak.