Baron's Story

Snow simply nodded his head, before turning to Cass and Seri. "Come on." he said, turning to prepare himself for the shift again, though his eyes briefly lingered on the werecat as he added, "And try to keep up."

Seri barely concealed a snarl, but he let the implication slide for now. He'd have chances to prove he was more than these puppy-dogs' equal later. As Snow was shifting, the werecat dropped down into his feline shape in a blanket of shadow, and was already moving by the time the white wolf had opened his eyes. With a backwards glance to ensure Cass was following, Snow took off into the night after the werecat.

They would appear in a strange area of the forest devoid of anything outside of this large rustic yet modern cabin. Melissa said nothing to the women complaints, instead she drew up a bunch of keys and opened up. The cabin while dusty seemed safe. As if to prove this, Melissa would walk over to a wall panel press it and immediately one area of the room became full of weapons sliding out of panels and replacing portraits and landscapes. By the end, there was an extensive group of modern and ancient weaponry.

She, on the other hand, would walk over to a particular set, it was a broadsword and on closer examination, if Spike did check it would reveal it was not just a holy artefact but one of the legendary Van-Helsing weapons, there was ten and most were believed lost. This one here was known as Twilight's Fate and glowed in presence of Vampires as well as making any location invisible to them including this one here, "I wish you would stop treating me like I just got off the River Boat. Maria and I were doing this for roughly ten years before what happened did, her for fifteen years. Of course, I knew this place was safe." sighing she drew up the blade gave a few practised swings before placing back down gently and saying sarcastically hostility in her voice, "Mi Casa Su Casa."

Deep in the forest stalked a silent figure. The entity seemed to glide amongst the foliage as if it were simply a branch shaking in the breeze. An observer with a trained eye might spot something vaguely human, if only for a second.

Alder hopped up into the canopy to travel from branch to branch, the leshy's mossy green mane flowing behind like some peculiar cloak. Something was up ahead. He soon came across a structure resembling a cabin. He’d been wandering Lornaine forest for the past few months and still was unfamiliar with its sprawling landscape. Although he’d heard rumours of vampiric activity in Lutetia, these forests themselves appeared safe, at least on the surface.

He became still as he saw two strangers approach and enter the cabin. Being suspicious of everyone he saw, Alder leaped down onto the forest floor. A moment later, what appeared to be a deer trotted cautiously and quietly toward the cabin, close enough to watch and hopefully to hear.