Seph Ganien Dikou's Story

He was running. Running with all his might. It seemed to be all he'd been doing for the past couple of years. Hopping through the trees. Bouncing off of flat surfaces. It was all to old for him.
"Get him." Ordered a familiar voice. "I don't want him alive. Kill the traitor!!!" The voice was so familiar it made him stop for a sniff. He had to make sure he was hearing the person he thought he was. The scent came out positive.
Hopping down from the trunk of the tree he was standing on, he just stood there, waiting for all of his pursuers to come near. 'One....Three.... Six.... Seven. Seven is odd.' He thought to himself. "What's the point of their being seven of you?" He asked to who he suspected to be the Alpha. "It doesn't make sense."
The alpha made his way closer to him, holding hid hand up to call the others to a halt. He smiled and lightly sniffed the air so he could smell the final living scent of the traitor. "You surprise me Lone One." He said referring to the wolf in front of him who had neither pack or clan to call his own. "Your smell is just the same as it's always been. Even though you've spilt so much blood." He ginned and licked his lips. "I think seven men might be over kill for this situation."
"Heh. That's exactly what I thought. Why send me seven to kill when four is the usual standard." Seph retorted. "I don't like how they use you guys like slaves. Making me kill all of you for a reason you don't even know about.
This made the alpha angry. "Slaves!!!? We're not slaves!! We are the ones who will take revenge for what you've done. Attaaaack!!!!!" With the order all the wolves attacked in there wolf forms. Going in for the kill while Seph just stood there. He was mad. Not at the thought of them attacking, but at the thought of having to kill people who were once part of his pack. There was a reason why he was the alpha at the time and he wasn't happy to show it. He defeated them all, breaking a major bone inside of their bodies.

He walked to the Alpha and said, "I worry for your future. You believe the lies of the clan Alpha and pursue me with false hopes and knowledge. You can't control more than three rabid dogs at a time. Surely you knew that. Your team is big, but there not smart." He said as he walked away from his old friend. He had a destination. He had a scent. He just didn't know what it was going to lead to. "Craine.... It must be where I can find a will that I've long forgotten." He said to himself as he headed towards town.

He frowned and looked around, his face betraying his confusion. It would seem he was lost... Again. For some reason this happened quite often, even after living here for seven years, the whole of his life. Well, the bit he remembered anyway. Naturally he'd been alive before then.. Right? Sure. He sighed and rubbed his head. All this thinking was making his head throb. His brain was lazy like that, always throwing a fit if he thought about something to much. Oh well, he'd just have to find a way back to town, or something.

He found a decent tree to climb, having no problem seeing by moonlight, and before long was sitting on the highest branch he felt would hold him without breaking and letting him plummet to an early grave. Trees could be rude like that. He smiled and drank in the sight, the smell of the wind. It just didn't feel right, being so close to the ground. But, hold on, he smelled wolves. Well, that wasn't a really big deal, there were lots of wolves out here, so he ignored it. After a minute or two, he found a way to get back to town and made for it, climbing down at a slower pace than up.

He frowned, some scent playing his nose. It smelled like a wolf, an angry one at that. He stepped off the road and skirted around the angry wolf, and came back to the road when a little closer to town. "I'd hate to meet the guy who pissed him off." He muttered.
Sure as sin, that's exactly what happened, as he bumped into a man, dressed in black, with black hair, in the black of night. Soul didn't know this person in the least, so he did the natural thing. He went up to this man, waved to catch his eye, grinned and said "Hello!"

Seph was somewhat happy. It seemed he coulf finally have a nice bed to sleep in tonight. Where was the nearest inn anyway? It didn't really matter. He'd been traveling for about 4 months just to get to this place. An hour or two more wouldn't make much difference.

He continued on the path that he was on being able to now see the entrance into town. Something was off however. A familiar smell kicked on his nose. 'More of them huh?' He thought to himself when he suddenly seen a guy with white hair waving him down. He walked towards his direction and looked at him, noticing that he wasn't from his old clan.

"Hello!" The wolf in front of him said. Sure he was in his human form but Seph could tell. "Hey." He said back. "Is there something you want with me?" His voice was calm but his mind was prepared for anything. The guy seemed friendly but then again when your hole clan turns on you, you can't really trust a person that 'seems' friendly.

It really wasn't all that difficult to see that he was a wolf. He had ears on top of his head after all, and they twitched erratically when the wind blew, drawing a bit to much attention. But easy as it was to tell he was a wolf, he smelled.. odd. But he was an odd person, so that was perfectly normal. His own nose was equally sensitive, and he determined this man in black to also be a wolf.
"Um, yes... Do you happen to know the way back into town? Soul seems to have gotten lost..." His voice trailed off, not wanting to say "again". He also seemed to have referred to himself in the third person, like a child might. Well, he did look a little young, but not that young, maybe 16.
"Oh, Soul's name is Soul. Nice to meet you mister!" He extended hand, still grinning like a fool.

'Oh great. A cub. Just my luck.' Seph thought to himself as he scratched his head. "Listen kid, don't you have a pack or something. Also, your a wolf you should use your nose, not your eyes, to find where you need to go. Geez." Seph wasn't the type to hang around kids, but he didn't feel like leaving the cub alone either. It may have been something in the air, but it would definitely be dangerous. The moon was shining in the sky however, so the wolves should have been at their peak, but something was off. 'Was this kid stuck mid transformation or something?'

Shaking the thought from his mind, he sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets, continuing his walk towards town. "I'm not from here but, if you want to, you can tag along with me." It maybe it was the fact that he was a nice guy or the fact that wolves don't like to be alone, but whatever it was, he was okay with the one called Soul traveling with him. "My name is Seph by the way." He said as he kept walking.

His ears perked up and he grinned wider somehow. If he kept it up his head would split in half. "Seph. It's nice to meet yo-" He frowned as he started walking, but shrugged and walked a step to his left, matching his pace. "Soul doesn't have a pack. At least, he doesn't remember having one." He frowned again looking up at the sky and scratching his chin with his index claw."If Soul did, they must not be very nice, since they haven't tried to find Soul. Maybe they gave up?" He tilted his head. He didn't really seem to be addressing Seph directly, just voicing his thoughts aloud. It helped him think if he talked about it. "It's been seven years, so Soul doubts he'd find them now, if they ever exsisted." He looked down at his feet, missing a step at his next thought, which was also voiced. "If I exsisted." He shook his head and kept walking. Of course he exsisted, what kind of nonsense was he thinking? Still, the thought troubled him.
"How far is it to town do you think?" He was addressing Seph now that his train of thought had passed. He took a whiff of the air. "It smells close, but the wind is blowing this way, so it's tough to judge how far without knowing the wind speed." Not a cub, it seemed. He was smart enough when his brain let him be. His mind was rude like that.

"Of course you exist. Idiot." Seph said smacking his hand on top of Soul's head and petting him a little. He reminded him a little of his brother. "Use your ears if your nose is being blocked. You should hear it." By it, Seph was talking about the small drum beats coming from afar. The closer they were the louder the beat became. "You hear that thumping? It's a heart. Allot of hearts to be precise." Apparently people were night owls in the town they were coming upon. He stared off into the distance as he could see a couple of buildings and an alley way. "Well see. It wasn't that much of a walk from where we were at. The smells you were smelling were probably coming from the other side of town." Seph figured. This part of town was pretty dead but, being closer to the town made it easier to confirm the smell he picked up earlier. He let out a light growl in his throat.

By the time they arrived in town, he smelled it as well. His ears lay back and his hackles rose, eyes narrowing. He didn't know what it was, but he didn't like it. Not one bit. He refrained from growling and put a hand on Seph's arm, signaling him to do the same. Growling would just alert them, and that would give them the advantage. "Act natural. I trust you won't do anything stupid, will you?" He whispered. He maintained his pace, ears rotating, trying to locate the source. Now that he could smell it, he could hear it. His brain was co-operating, and he made a quick calculation, allowing for the wind. "West by North-west, about half a mile. Don't know what it is though."

Blood. Vampire. Coffee? Those were the main smells Seph was focusing on. He wasn't trying to focus on the coffee, but it just came with the other two scents. As the wolf put his hands on on Seph's shoulder he turned around in a glare. "Blood plus vampire equals stupid. It's the full moon so we should be alright. I don't plan on trying to kill the thing anyway. Just run it out of town." He said as he followed his nose harder. He kept going until he approached a building. 'Who drinks coffee this late he thought.' As he went towards the door to open it, he turned back to Soul and said, "If things get dangerous, transform." With that he went inside.

The place was sure lively for the night. There were all sorts of different smells. He had to come to a realization. In this town, people and the supernatural, as some call it, lived hand in hand. Whether they were on good terms or not still remained to be seen. He spotted her. He could smell the blood coming from her like it was the stench of rotting flesh in the air. Not only that, he could smell what she was. A vampire. He had a run in with one or two in his past. Good fighters they were. Fast, strong and smart. He never managed to kill one though. Then again, he wasn't the type to try to kill someone he had a problem with. He walked up to her gazing at her face. Like all vampires she had a sense of death to her being. It was almost like looking at a beautiful corpse. If she wasn't breathing it would have seemed like she was dead with her eyes shut the way they were. 'Honestly, who closes their eyes in a public place. Is she sleeping?' "Hey you." He said, "What are you doing in this town and why do you smell the way you do?" He said taking a seat and leaning in close to her not to draw attention. "I'm just a little curious is all." He said. His voice and facial expression hiding the fact that he actually was curious. What was with this strange place that he had seemed to travel too? Why did his nose guide him here?

He did his best to remain calm. He'd never met a vampire before, but the smell made his blood boil. This strangely beautiful half dead thing mixed his emotions like a bad cocktail. He sat down next to Seph at the table, ears laid flat against his head. He could kill this thing if he had too, but that would be messy, and he'd likely be killed in the process. At best, Seph could get away and every human in the room would be dead or worse. There was nothing for it though. If they didn't deal with this problem now, it would only come back to bite them. Well, he was stuck with Seph's decision, though he was pretty sure talking so brazenly to a vampire qualified as stupid.
"That's a bit rude. At least introduce yourself." He ordered them coffee, a scone for himself. He had quite a sweet tooth, and he hadn't eaten in the past eight hours. "I'm Soul." He managed a smile despite the circumstances. "Pleasure to meet you, I hope."

Third Body

Cantus stopped running across the rooftops towards the vampire mansion, the one his first body was in, and decided to investigate the cafe he would soon be going to in his other body. He ran with a slight tiredness, but his body wasn't actually affected. It was just his mind.

He felt lucky that he multiple bodies to use on different tasks.

He continued running, eventually ending up behind the cafe and at the back entrance. It took him approximately three minutes to arrive, not having left very far. He couldn't risk there being multiple monsters. He grabbed a contact lenses and put them on his eyes, turning them a brown color. He turned his jacket inside out, changing the color and design by quite a bit. He had prepared for situations like this quite a bit, seeing as it was inevitable that he would be faced with this sort of thing.

He slacked his normal posture and began looking more casual in his third body, not wanting people to recognize him. If he could make it out in time to not be seen, then that was perfect. Now that he thought about it, he didn't know if this was the same one his other body was going to. He sighed and decided to go in anyways, not like it could hurt him, too badly.

He picked the door's lock and walked in calmly, not arousing any suspicion. Power still rolled off of him, but he couldn't exactly control that. He scanned the area, not noticing anything particular except for a.... wolf-eared human? He facepalmed, a thing he had learned about from the internet. He could feel the presence of the monsters as soon as he walked in, which made the wolf-ears more obvious to him.

He went to get a coffee, not that he needed to. He ordered it and was told to sit down somewhere. This angered him, but he decided to bear through it. He paid in a hundred dollar bill, forgetting that most humans didn't have the amount of money he did. He noticed his mistake too late, and cursed at himself internally.

He thought about what he was doing. He was a vampire, and drinking this would be of no harm or use to him, other than possibly burning his mouth. And then he thought about what he was really doing. Was he really risking his secrecy for another vampire? He shook his head and smiled. Yes, he was risking one of his bodies and secrecy for another vampire. He wouldn't let a vampire die under his watch. He was prince of the night, a thing that humans feared in their nightmares. He knew that his presence was obvious, after all, the prince of Vampires couldn't go unnoticed. He smirked, wondering what the werewolves and the female vampire would do. He had no qualms with killing the humans in the coffee shop if needed, or two werewolves who couldn't respect their boundaries.

He sat down in a different booth than the other vampire, but he was still close enough for his presence to be obvious. He waited for something interesting to happen, hopefully something not violent. He didn't want to risk figuring out what happened when one of his bodies died. He pulled out his phone and ended up texting his first body back and forth. It was almost as entertaining as playing chess with himself. He was still however, paying attention to the other three "monsters".

The scent of coffee drowned out anything else the girl could smell, but she didn't mind. With her eyes closed, her ears attuned to the sounds of everything inside the cafe. Her drink sure was taking a long time, but her mind quickly wandered away from that when the door opened and a strange scent overtook the coffee in the air. Dogs. More specifically Werewolves. She fought the urge to wrinkle her nose as she heard footsteps closing in on her booth. When she heard one of them speak, she opened one of her eyes. Oh, great, there were two. Her crimson eye flicked between the two, falling on the one with the strange ears poking out from his skull. What was wrong with him? Why did he think it was okay to go out in public like that? When the one directly in front of her began to speak, her gaze returned to him and she opened both of her eyes. Slowly, a smile graced her lips, and she leaned forward resting her elbows on the table and then her chin on folded hands. "I'm sorry, but my name is Syra and I'd prefer you address me by it," Her voice was calm, holding nothing but the sweetness of being polite.

"As for why I'm here," she paused, tossing her head a little to get some stray strands of hair from her face. "I live here."

Absently hearing her number, the Vampire rose from the table walking over to the counter. She quickly grabbed the drink, flashing the cashier a warm smile before returning to the table where the beasts still sat. After taking a small sip from the frappucino, a delighted smile came to her lips. She loved chocolate. For a few seconds she was absorbed in the drink, but then looked up at the strangely-eared wolf. She smiled graciously for his manners, but accidentally flashed her fangs in the process. Not realizing what had happened, she continued on as per her usual behavior, her crimson eyes falling back on the first wolf.

"If I may, what brings you to my town of all places? It's pretty small, not that great of a hunting place, not to mention is pretty much oozing hunters." Her voice was soft, the grin on her face more of a warning about the threat of hunters to someone as young as the man in front of her. That was when she sensed it. The immense power that seemed to suffocate everything else in the room. Her eyes widened and flickered around the room carefully until they found the source. A man who had just entered the coffee shop.

She could tell from where she was that he was indeed one of her own kind, a powerful one at that. It couldn't be... There was no way. He couldn't possibly be here... No. It wasn't possible. She watched the man as he sat in a booth not too close, but not too far from where she was. Shaking her head, she looked back at the wolves in front of her, there was no way that was one of the princes of the Vampire Royal Family. Not in this little pinprick on the map. Not in Craine.

Seph gave a light laugh that sounded almost like a 'hmph' when the woman said he name and her preferred title. Soul sat down next to him and introduced himself to her after she had received her drink. 'That was good. She didn't seem to be dangerous at all. At least not from her actions. Why else would she return to the table? The fact still remained however, that she still smelt of fresh blood. Blood that wasn't hers.
He thought since she stated her name, then he should also state his. "My names Seph. As for hunters, I don't fear them because unlike the cub I can control my transformation." It wasn't really something he was proud to say, since learning how to control it took allot of blood and built up allot of hate for a man that he made sure died by his own hands. "Speaking of which, try to hide your ears. If your going to be traveling with me then you should at least know how to conceal your true nature." He said to Soul, shaking his head a little at the guy. Turning back to Syra he said, "Anyway, I'm not here for hunting, I'm here because I don't have anywhere else to go." Her earlier statement formed an Idea in his mind. "You say you live here, but there's hunters here as well. Where do you sleep exactly?"

Before he was able to get an answer out of him, a smell hit his nose that was worse then hers. A vampire. He had a really unique smell too. Seph couldn't really pin point why but if he smelled that strong, he must have not just some random vampire that you can find anywhere.

He turned his attention back to the girl in front of him. Surely her face and the vibe he was getting from her meant that the vampire who entered the room was indeed a powerful one and judging from his smell, he was also more pure bled then she was. He let out a faint growl. "Do you know him?" He asked. "He seems to be pretty strong from what I can tell." Surely this town attracted not only him, but allot of other creatures as well. The only question was why.

He grinned as his scone arrived, fluffy and flaky like a scone should be. He despised going hungry, and it had been sometime between meals. After a few bites his ears perked up, then lay back at Seph's "cub" comment. "I'm not a cub. I turned of age a few months ago." He then muttered to himself, "I mean, I think I did." He dropped his scone on the little plate and clutched his head with one hand, ears going flat, as something at the back of his mind tried to surface. A memory best left untouched. But as quickly as it had come, it was gone, and he rubbed his temple to ease the pain. His brain was being especially rude today, doing a thing like that. "As for my ears", he said. "They refuse to change. Soul has tried hundreds of times but Soul is stuck with them. And putting a hat over them renders Soul all but deaf."

He took another bite of scone, it was quite a good one at that, as he noticed the tension in the air, the thick smell of what he'd come to understand his Vampire. He did his best to keep his ears from twitching, they would alert the new presence of his awareness. This scent, and this strange feeling in his gut, like someone was squeezing him in a vice, it unsettled him greatly. He put down his scone and laced his fingers together to keep his hands from shaking. What was this person, that they're mere presence unsettled him so greatly? "Seph, I-I don't like this," He managed to whisper. "Who ever that person is..." His voice trailed off, his brain refusing further operation of the tongue. Images flashed in his mind. Blood. Pain. Death. Over and over again, blood, pain, and death.

He couldn't deal with this. He laid his head down on the table and shut his eyes, trying to relax, though when the mans eyes fell on him, his whole body went rigid. He didn't know what was happening, but if this kept up, he'd lose control. Then lots of bad things would happen.

Third body

Cantus never really understood how his strength felt to others, seeing as he was around his father for a long time. One thing he did however understand, was that he was respected by most creatures. He didn't know what had drawn him to the little town named Craine. Perhaps it was simply fate playing with measly beings on Earth, or perhaps it was just luck. He waited a bit until he could feel the tension in the room. He laughed a bit while still looking at his phone. The phone's back was pointed at the group, but most importantly, the camera was as well. He was watching them from the camera, but his third body appeared to be looking away from the group. His first body however, was staring at feed off of the phone. God, he loved technology, not that he would say god.

He wondered how the werewolves felt, seeing as he and another vampire were here. Surely they wouldn't try anything hasty, right? He noticed the wolf with ears lay his head down. It amused him.

He clicked his phone shut with a snap, one that would be obvious to anyone listening for any sound from his direction. The humans in the cafe didn't notice. It was just after all, another phone. He stood up a second before his order finished being made and walked towards the male behind the counter. "Thank you," His voice was calm and practiced.

He went back to his booth before thinking of a genius idea. He walked over to the white-haired werewolf and feigned being unaware of the situation, "Are you alright?" He was still wearing contacts that hid his black eyes, but a monster with good sight would easily see through them. He put down his cup of coffee and "accidentally brushed his hand against the other vampire.

Syra held her drink just on the edge of the table, her eyes staring at the straw so that they wouldn't be drawn to the powerful Vampire nearby. When she heard Soul begin to justify why his ears were out, she looked at him. She didn't know if her eyes seemed calm or haggard and afraid, but regardless she watched the white-haired wolf. When he put his head down, her head tilted. She'd never seen a werewolf react this way to the power of a vampire, was he really as overwhelming to them too? That's when she heard the other wolf, Seph, as he had introduced himself ask if she knew him.

"No." She whispered softly, biting the top of her straw. "I can't be sure who he is."

Much to her dismay, the power became even more suffocating, and without even looking up she knew he was closer to them than before. When she heard his voice, her eyes drifted up to his face, scanning over it carefully. No one in her family had ever been invited to the functions of the Royal Family, so she'd never seen any of the princes or princesses in person. She couldn't be sure that's who he was, but she didn't have any other clues.

Just as she was getting used to him standing there, she felt an electric shock tear through her body. Had he touched her? What the hell was that feeling? What the hell was going on? Her eyes watered a little as the shock subsided, and she wasn't really sure if she had remained physically composed, but she doubted it.

Carefully, her crimson eyes moved from the man who she thought might have been royalty to the two werewolves sitting across from her.

Seph watched Soul as he started having some kind of panic attack. He could smell it oozing off of his body like smoke. The pheromones. The body releases special fumes that when smelled can attract you to another person. Another thing it does is transmits your feeling into smell. It was the bodies natural equivalent to a mood ring. At least, that's how he saw it. "Hey Soul.... Soul.......Snap out of it." He said while taking his hand and pinching souls neck with it. It was a common pack leaders tip. If you rub a wolfs neck in the right spot it should calm them down.

The stench from before was hitting his nose again. He turned away from Soul to see that the vampire, who was sitting across the room, was now standing right next them. He must have done something to Syra because her smell changed and her body seemed to be frozen. It was a strange smell. Wasn't exactly fear but he didn't know what else to call it.

"Hey buddy. You know its rude to step up to people's tables without asking right? I don't really know you all that well so the least you could do is be polite." He told the dark haired man in front of him. It always did bother him when someone tried to intrude on his territory without asking or with out him being there. That was his wolf instinct. He didn't know why but in some scenario's he was a tad bit more territorial then other.

As soon as this strange presence approached the table, he knew it was over. Even Seph's weird neck pinch didn't do much. It felt like his entire body were on fire. He wanted, no, he NEEDED to- Suddenly he heard the voice, and he snapped. He suddenly stood, his hands slamming against the table as he did so. The wood around his hands gave way, splintering and leaving a rough impression of his palms. A few startled humans looked at him, but as always they looked away with slightly befuddled expressions. They only ever saw what they thought was there.

He turned and bumped into the man, if he could call it a man, exclaimed an abrupt apology, ran to the counter, slammed down his hands and panted. "Three dozen- no, ALL the scones, NOW!" The man behind the counter let his jaw drop. Who the hell would order an entire shelf of scones!? "And tea, yes, black tea. Twelve of them." Now the man's eyes lit up with greed as he replied, "Yes sir! That'll be two-hundred, thirty-four dollars and ninety-eight cents." He looked into the wallet in his hand and pulled out two hundreds and a fifty, got the change, and a tray laden with scones, to start. He sat down at the booth again and ate a scone in two bites. Suddenly he was calm again. In fact he looked as happy and carefree as he had when Seph first met him. The world could be crumbling down around him, but if Soul had any form of baked goods, he couldn't care less.

He wiped his mouth as the first of his twelve teas arrived. He took a sip and looked the stranger in the eye, grinning like the fool most people took him to be. "Soul is afraid he must agree with Seph, though Soul appreciates your concern." That grin threatened to split his face in half. "Please, introduce yourself. Here, have a scone!" He picked a rather scrumptious looking scone from the tray and offered it to the vampire stranger.

Third Body

Cantus flinched when he touched Syra. He cursed under his breath. He didn't actually mean to. He looked at the werewolf who wasn't freaking out, and wondered what he would say.

He laughed internally, 'hypocrite', he wasn't actually going to say this. He knew that the werewolf probably walked up the female vampire without asking, but he didn't want to say this out loud. He could be wrong. "Polite? All I was doing was asking if your friend is all right." He had a non-malicious tone in his voice. "It is after all, my fault that he's acting this way." He continued, confused by what he was saying. He did however, feel anger that he was being told to be polite. He had been polite for all of his life at his manor, do this, do that, stand up straight. What did this werewolf know about being polite? He shook the thought away internally. Now was not the time to get angered.

Cantus felt as if he was going to be attacked when Soul bumped into him, but he didn't have time to attack. He was even more surprised when Soul went to the counter and ordered every scone. "What?" He asked this mostly to himself. He was dazed for a second, wondering how eating a scone could calm someone down so easily. He composed himself quickly.

He was even more surprised that Soul looked him in the eye. Rarely anyone had the guts to do so, and this werewolf seemed terrified just a minute ago. He smiled, "My name is Cantus Caedis, Prince of Vampires." He let the last past slip past his tongue, but he didn't notice. He took the scone and eyed for a second, before beginning to eat it slowly. "You use tumblr?" He pulled out his phone and went to the tumblr app, then faced the phone towards Soul, hoping that at least one monster would know what he was talking about. He was smiling genuinely, something rare when it came to Vampire Princes. He was beginning to like this werewolf, but he wouldn't let his family know that.

The female Vampire watched the events unfold before with slight confusion. When Seph told the male beside her to be polite she had to bite her tongue to stop from saying Hypocrite out loud. Who the hell did he think he was? This wasn't the woods, and this vampire was far stronger than Seph appeared to be. Shaking her head after the affects of the shock wore off, Syra found her eyes traveling back over to Soul who seemed to be freaking out. An eyebrow raised skeptically when the table beneath his hands gave way. The grade of tables must've gone down during the centuries.

However, she wasn't all that surprised when he ordered that much food. She just assumed he had a high metabolism or something. But, when he got back to the table and told the other vampire to be polite, she hissed a little. That was enough. Seriously.

Just as she was about to speak up and tell both wolves to shut their traps, her thoughts were overshadowed by the name entering her ears. He had said Cantus hadn't he? Oh, for the love of- Did he just mention Tumblr? Sure enough when Syra's eyes focused again, the prince was holding out his phone to Soul, showing him a familiar app.

"Um. What?" She blinked, tilting her head to the side. "Y-you use Tumblr?!" She tried to keep her voice level, but the shock was evident, and so she added, "Sire." keeping as little eye contact as she could.

This man could make her jump off a cliff if he wanted to, she'd have to tread even more carefully than she usually did.