Things are grim as usual in the kingdom of Sephir. This slaughter had continued, hundreds have been killed so far but more deaths are to be expected. The start of all this? The love between two races that ended up in the death of the Avian prince Calif. Everyone believes Hallik and Kali were the cause, this however is a false statement. It was spread as a lie, like a wildfire but one cannot change what has been said and done. These are dark times but few carry on a small light, one in particular would be a werefox named Senix.

The weather was pouring down on two figures traveling through the forest. Both were soaked head to toe in their clothing but it didn't matter they had to meet up at a town called Delten.
"We are so late." muttered Senix as he climbed over a huge log. He looked ahead barely seeing his companion, his hair was covering his vision. Senix placed a paw on his forehead and then slid it back over his head. His friend was against a tree and gave a yell. It was muffled due to the sound of thunder and water beating on the ground. Senix came up to the tree and leaned on it. "Oh come on Nykael, you look like you've given up. We are not lost unless I agree to it." Senix gave a grin and walked on ahead a few feet. He stopped and looked around while his ears were moving, he then sniffed the air. Senix with his hair partly over his face looked back at Nykael and motioned him to follow. "Come on, we are actually really close to our destination." While walking forward a light began to shine in the fog minutes after the two continued on. "Looks like we have made it. Now, Where is the tavern?"

The light ahead grew for a moment, and a sound of chaos was heard over the storm.

"Let me DOWN!" came a fierce cry, followed by a yelp of pain and vicious growling.

Suddenly a small figure was flung from the tavern. It was too dark to see, even by the light of the tavern - the only light that caught was a reflection of bright white off of the figure's short, chopped hair.

"And STAY OUT!" came the fierce reply, and the door slammed, leaving the ground dark once more.

Lightening struck, sending a white illumination over the town. The figure was finally revealed to be a woman, with round features and bright, bright blue eyes. She could have been mistaken for a child, if not for her womanly figure. The expression that was illuminated was pure terror, her white wolfish ears flattened against her head.

The figure, dark once more, scrambled for cover under a nearby porch.

Walking through the streets,Kame clutched his dagger tightly.Recently he'd been attacked by drunks after the news of the dead prince arrived.So now Kame takes his dagger everywhere with him.It was a present from a friend who was brutally destroyed by a pack of werewolves,Kame only just got away.Even though he was quite young Kame made sure he could defend himself,for at least a short while,until he could escape danger.
Kame quietly looked around the corner of a building.He saw a few humans standing in bunch,teenagers,easy prey.Hey pulled out his dagger and made a few cuts in his head and started stumbling towards them,acting as if in a panic.Approaching the closest one he murmured,
"P-p-please help me,a drunk man attacked me and i can't find my way home."
This was one of the easiest hunts Kame had performed in a while,from then on the humans were doomed.A basic plan,Kame would let them lead them around the kingdom until they were in an dark,empty alley and then he'd attack.He's get the stronger ones with his dagger and chase after the other,sinking his teeth into their neck and draining them almost completely.

Leaning into her chair, Myrin’s expression was that of pure boredom. She’d only been here a week and had yet to see her uncle, who seemed to be too busy or “obsessed” with his new “mission.” She leaned into her right arm, staring at the feast before her. It was grand and delicious, something the peasants would love to have or at least look at, she thought. But she’d lost her appetite, shooing her ladies in waiting away as they presented more meals to her before quickly putting the plates on the table and standing behind her.

She’d just been told that again, she would be eating alone. Taking a cup of what looked like red wine; Myrin stared at it for a while. She took a sip and threw her cup hard at the floor. She watched it as the glass shattered into a million pieces, her eyes narrowed as the red liquid started to spread out. It’s dark color standing out strongly against the white floor. The sudden action had startled the ladies behind her, one of them, a smaller bigger woman spoke out, “My lady, are you alright?” She asked.

Myrin again shooed her away, “Leave me be.” She said in an annoyed tone before going back into her thoughts as the ladies quickly left the room. It’d been three years since she’d last been here. Three years since before her cousin’s untimely death. She sighed, she missed him dearly. Her heart was aching, Myrin couldn’t lie to herself. She’d taken more then a liking to him, and she loved her Uncle too like another father to her. But no, now things were different. Again she sighed before getting up and leaving the dinner behind her. He was gone, and from what she knew her uncle was no longer the man he once was.

Getting up from her seat, Myrin walked over towards the doors and opened them to see both of her ladies in waiting doing just that, waiting. She continued past them without a glance, “Ma’am, what about the food?” The one from before had asked in a worried tone. Myrin stopped for a moment, both women almost running into her. “Feed it to the dogs.” She said in a cool voice. The ladies were shocked, but both bowed. “Very well.” They said.

She continued her path to her room, allowing the guarded men in front of her doors to open them. She continued on without a sign of appreciation, and settled herself before her dresser. Myrin stared into the mirror before her, lost in her thoughts. “Why did he have to love her? Why couldn’t he love me? One of his own kind?” As the thoughts continued to seep in like her own inner poison, Myrin just became angrier. “It should’ve been me…” she whispered.

Going down the stairs a man in a heavy cloak. As soon as he made his way to the main room he saw Boris the inn Keeper throwing someone out.
"And stay out!" he barked and slammed the door behind him. He dusted off his hands and returned to the bar.
"Who was that?" asked the man under the hood. Boris looked up. He was the image of a bartender except, large around the waste and wearing a white dirty apron. He looked like a wild boar. His mustache reminded him of the tusks.
"Bloody beggars..." he said cleaning the table with a wet cloth. "I ain't going to have them in my bar!" The cloaked man took a seat on one of the stools.
"Come now Boris, in these dark times we have to stay together. You certainly can't send out our own kind to the vampires?"
Boris gave a small grunt and muttered something under his breath.
"Fine... But you go get her... I've got a lot of work to do." muttered Boris as he turned his back to the cloaked man. The man got up from his seat and went to the door. Opening it he took a step onto the porch. The wet wood clonking beneath his boots. The rain continued to pour and the sun had already set. The street lamps were lighted and filled the street with light as the light fog jogged across the stone road.
"Hello?" said the man hoping that person was still here. He looked across the street and saw someone scuffle under another porch. The man hopped off the porch steps and went across the street to the porch. "Hello?" he said again. "Come on out. No one is going to harm you now. You can come back inside." He put out his hand hoping that she would grab it as a gesture of good will.

{{This hasn't been said but Delten is a Lycan town... Most to all}}

After a moment, a pale little hand extended out of the dark and grasped the man's. And then, it pulled him into the shadows with her.

She pinned the bastard to the ground, growling ferociously. "Think you could throw me out and make nice, huh?" she snarled, snapping her teeth. "I'm going inside, but watch yourself. I'm not in a great mood, and-"

A crash of thunder sounded, and Nagome dug her claws into his shoulder for a moment out of fear. She dropped her head and her ears flattened, as well as her tail darting between her legs.

She stayed like that for a few moments, shaking, and then took a deep breath, and slowly released her grip on the man. "Sorry," she muttered. Fear seemed to change her mood. She offered a hand up, an apologetic look on her face. "My temper... gets away with me sometimes," she said quietly, none of the bite in her voice that was before.

"Whoa!" screamed the man as he was hurled down onto the floor, his hood fell off of his head revealing his face. A kind and gentle face like that of a lost friend. A little scruffy, but well trimmed, the reflecting lightning revealed the color of his face. Tanned and a gray goatee. With spiked hair trailing to the ground.
"Think you could throw me out and make nice, huh?!" said the girl snarling through her teeth.
"What?" asked the man trying to catch his breath.
"I'm going inside, but watch yourself! I'm not in a great mood and-"
Another flash of light burst into the street followed by a rumbling from the clouds. The girl dug her claws into his shoulder.
"Ow..." whispered the man through gritted teeth. The girl backed off from the sound of thunder and recoiled dropping her ears and tail. She was in her near human form... definitely a werewolf.
"Sorry." she said, "my temper... gets away from me sometimes." she sounded sincere, maybe it was from her short burst of fear. She got up and gave a hand out towards him.
"Do you always do this to people you just meet?" he asked as he grabbed her hand and got up. She was shorter than he thought. There was a pause as they both stared at each other in the rain. "Um... Let's go inside." he escorted her inside the tavern and took her upstairs into his room that he bought for the night.
He took off his cloak and placed it on a chair next to a set of plate gear. It was dripping wet, and muddy from the ground.
"My name's Hallik." he said finally when he was in his undershirt and pants. "What's yours?"

The corners of Nagome's mouth turned up in the ghost of a smile, and she followed Hallik, hugging herself and shivering some.

He asked if she tackled everyone she met. She snorted some. "More than you think."

She slipped into his room and shook her head some, fighting the instinct to shake all-over and douse the room. She wasn't that wet, since she'd taken cover under the porch, but she still had a bit of a chill. She tried not to show it.

"My name's Nagome," she said, glancing around. "Nice to meet you." By the looks of her, she was foreign - from the North, most likely. Her name was further proof of that. She took off her thick coat, her figure revealing she was... indeed, a mature woman, and she hung it on the back of a chair before sitting down.

"Traveler?" she asked, running her fingers through her hair. Not that it'd make much of a difference. It dried one way - fluffy.

Hallik was fiddling with his talisman necklace. The girl's name was Nagome, judging by the name she came from the North. He was lost in thought holding his talisman.
"Traveler?"
Hallik snapped back into reality.
"Huh?" trying to answer what he thought he heard. "Yea... You could say that." he hid his necklace in his shirt. "But what about you? Nagome sounds like you're from the Northern Wastes. Close to the shore I assume, right?" He got up from his chair to walk to the rainy window. The reflection on the window Hallik could see Nagome taking off her coat. She was still in Dalu. She was running her fingers through her hair. "You can drop the Dalu... You're amongst friends."
Of course they were the only ones in the room but he meant the tavern. Maybe aside from Boris... Perhaps the reason she was still in Dalu because of Boris now that he thought about it.

{{If you don't know what I'm talking about CR Werewolves are based on this link -> {xXx} }}

She found herself staring at his talisman as well, until he came back to his senses, answered her question and returned it to his shirt. An odd trinket, to be sure, but really failing to stir her interest further.

"Yeah," she said, to the Wastes comment. She fiddled with the tassle on her jacket. As nice as the conversation was, it was a bit awkward, in truth. Didn't matter. She was in from the storm. She winced was as the thunder crashed distantly, but it was dying away, that portion of the storm moving on. She let out a deep breath in relief, and visibly relaxed more.

He pointed out her Dalu, and she blinked some. That's right. She was still in it. She switched to her human form, shrinking more, if it was possible. She lost her muscle and became thinner. "I apologize. My Dalu is more comfortable to me. I forget about it most times."

"Its alright but you really should be more careful... We don't want to draw to much attention to ourselves. Not in these times." Hallik was still looking outside the window as if something was out there. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was being watched.
'Where are they?' he thought staring at the dying rain on the window. Nagome shrunk to her human form when Hallik turned around.
"Listen I'm expecting some friends of mine to arrive, perhaps you would like to meet them." he said finally, "But its getting late we might as well get some sleep... You can take the bed."
Hallik took an extra blanket from the closet and laid it out next to the bed. Also grabbing the second pillow from the bed.

Nagome 'tch'-ed softly, not moving from her chair. She folded her arms and leaned back.

"I'm not taking the bed you payed for," she said, quite determined. "You sleep in it. I'll take the floor." She seemed very fierce on this matter.

Nagome didn't like handouts. If it wasn't storming, she wouldn't even be here right now.

Hallik stared at her. He blew out the lantern next to the bed and went down to sleep. Only he wasn't on the bed. In fact he wasn't even on the bed he made for himself on the floor.
"Why aren't you taking the bed?" asked Nagome as she took the other side of the bed on the floor.
"What kind of man sleeps on a bed when there's a women laying on the floor?"
Hallik turned around and closed his eyes.

***
A black winged creature was perched on a tree branch. The rain was now a trickle. The last clash of lightning shined and reflected off the creature revealing a black scaly demon with blood red eyes. It was watching the window with two werewolves in it. The creature lifted itself off of the branch shaking the tree removing all the dew from the leaves. The creature was airborne and was heading Northwest.

Nagome scoffed and rolled her eyes, putting her arms behind her head and settling down to sleep. Whatever floated his boat.

She opened one eye as she heard something outside the window - but she shrugged, and closed her eyes again. It was probably just a bird. Besides, having a warm body next to her was making her sleepier. She soon drifted off, sleeping solidly.

A hooded figure could be seen walking through trees darting between each trying to avoid open space as much as possible. This figure was, of course, Nykael as the werewolf was trying to get to the arranged meeting spot unseen by any vampire patrols nearby. Times had been proving hard for a wolf to live recently after Adalante went on a rage for the death of his son. Who was at fault? The werewolf Kaili of course but did their entire race deserve extinction for it? But this was the harsh reality of things right now so there was nothing he could do about it.

The weather was absolutely ridiculous right now and he had been soaked through and through even with all the exceptionally heavy clothing he wore it could get unbearable at times but still he wore it all. Slumping against a tree he looked back at the figure following him before trying to dry off his face with his paws an unbearably pathetic look on his face. "Seeeeniiiiix! Where are we!?" Picking up some nearby leave he tossed the clumped foliage into the air making it give soft thump beneath the rain when it landed once more out in front of him. Tucking in his knees so that his chin could rest on them he pouted silently awaiting his traveling companion to catch up. "How did we get lost? We're supposed to be trackers aren't we?"

Nykael looked up at Senix when he joked with him and although his hair only exposed one eye and the eye never focused it lit up when Senix made his joke with Nykael. 'Senix must be in a good mood if he's making jokes with me.' Looking up he saw the inn come into sight and felt instantly revived. "Come on Senix we're not lost anymore!" Giggling he ran into the inn bursting through the doors looking around at a crowd staring at him like he was insane. Walking up to the bar he jumped onto a stool hitting the countertop. "I need a drink! Wait... Senix is behind me. Make it seven!"

Senix looked to see Nykael was happy, this made him feel like he actually contributed something for once. Nykael quickly ran into the inn regardless if Senix asked for him to wait. On the roof of the inn seemed to be a black and purple Avian with glowing eyes, to Senix it looked like a blur of purple. He didn't even think of what it was, just thought it was his imagination running wild. Senix slowly walked to the door and opened it. Inside were a few people, none he even knew besides Nykael who was already sitting at the bar and ordering for the both of them. Senix looked at Nykael and smirked as he then sat down with him. The bartender then placed all the drinks Nykael ordered right in front of them. Senix laughed and said, "Oh man, You know me too well." He then grabbed a mug and downed it in a instant going to the next having a interesting conversation with Nykael that degraded into pointless crap over time.

"So like I don't get it with women. They want a hic...person who is honest. If men were honest with em like all men would say Oh I just want to get you drunk and hic...bang you right after." After Senix was done with what he said a really faint horn went off. Not any horn though, it was a war horn. Senix having the ears of a fox instantly picked it up. "Am I hearing correctly? I thought I heard a war horn go off." His ears twitched slightly as every blow of the horn grew louder.

Hallik awoke with a jolt at the sound of the horn. All was silent Hallik stared at the darkness in the room hoping to hear the sound again to clarify that he wasn't hearing things. The horn sounded again. He got up quickly and went over to Nagome. Shaking her he spoke.
"We have to leave, now."
He pulled himself away from her making his way to his things and setting up. Thoughts rushed through his head. 'What if they found Senix and Nykael...' strapping on his plate armor he opened the door and slammed it behind him hoping Nagome would soon follow. His footsteps banged on the wooden floor quickly as he rushed down the stairs. Boris looked to see what all the noise was. He looked frightened, as if he didn't know what was going to happen.
"Allik' whats going on?" he roared over the constant murmer of the bar patrons.
"Boris you need to get everyone out of this town. It's a death march."
Hallik took a step on the last floor pannel and looked around the bar. His heart lept as he saw Nykael and Senix sitting at the bar. He rushed over to them. "Where the hell have you been?"

Nagome woke up quickly as she was shaken. She heard the horn sound again. She knew what THAT meant. She was up and had her coat pulled on in no time flat, and she followed Hallik closely out the door and down the stairs, without a word.

She even followed him over to Senix and Nykael silently, zipping up her jacket now that they had the opportunity to stop.

She hadn't heard a war horn in years. She'd always kept moving and running, never giving herself the chance to hear one. And now she seemed to be caught right in the middle of it.

Balien finished his mug of water, leaving not a drop left in the mug. He turned his head as someone barged in the inn, sat on the stool next to him, and ordered his drinks. Balien listened in on Nykael's order, hearing the name Senix, a name that he had not heard or thought about in many years. Years past, on a mission from the Order of Tyre, Balien had commissioned Senix, then a pirate, to escort him to Chatillion, an Island to the east of Tiberias, where a rebel order of heretics had been stationed. Balien's orders were simple: Eradicate the Heretics at any means necessary. Senix contract was to sail Balien over to Chatillion and to help purge the island of the heretics. Over the weeks if the mission, Senix and Balien became good friends, and at the end, they parted ways, but maintained to keep in touch. Until one day, when Balien lost contact with Senix. Balien assumed that Senix had died in some pirate escapade and over time, forgot about his old friend. But now, Balien looked over his shoulder and saw his old friend, once a clean cut and proper person, now turned drunk and grungy. Balien walked over and sat next to Senix. "Senix! My old friend..." muttered Balien. Senix looked cryptically at Balien as if he had never seen him. "It's me Balien..." Once again, Senix just ignored Balien looking away. A horn blew. Balien then said "What has happened to you my old friend? You were once so proper and now you are a drunken fool.". It was then that Balien heard another echoing roar bellowing from outside of the tavern. When he heard this horn, Balien arose from his stool and said "Senix, your right I hear something as well, we'll finish this when I return, right now I have to go find my partner from the order, Richard." Balien then proceeded to leave the tavern in search of his friend, the skies began to darken.