Aspara

Aedan was more then content to let her father speak. All veteran slaves learn to keep your mouth shut. Any good ideas you have, were now theirs. It was simply the way of life, and you lived longer if you learned to respect that simple fact. While he hadn't told the father the entire story, Aedan was a skilled liar. Put just enough truth into a lie to make it believable, and as far as his Former Masters associates were concerned that was his purpose. It was a convenient excuse that explained why Aedan was always in his service and close at hand. At least it told Aedan that the slave master, if he knew anything, did not tell her father about his... special traits, but he was starting to really like her father. Mia. Every time that name was spoken, Aedan felt a tug at the corner of his lips. He hoped her father was around often.

Of course, his hopes were dashed shortly after. He was leaving? Where the hell was he going? It was not good. Aedan did not like the idea of being stuck in a house with her for a long period of time. She was like a hound, once she had something in her teeth she enjoyed, she would not let go. Aedan did not miss the look her father passed him and the carriage, moving with practiced ease, Aedan held the door open and held out his hand encase she needed help getting in.

Lord Fallon? Was she getting married? It was a strange mixture of emotions. It meant he probably would only have to deal with her for a short period of time before she left sold like cattle herself. It would do her good to know how he felt in that, but he was sure he had heard that name before... But where had he heard it? Also some part of him pitied her. She would be like a caged bird. Pretty to look at, but she would never be allowed to fly. Aedan closed his hand as she ignored him and entered the carriage, but he still remained where he was. Her father may wish for assistance and it would look bad for him to leave before he entered. Dear, sweet Mia in white? No, it was not her color, but he simply smiled and bowed his head slightly, "She will be the envy of all."

It was diplomatic as she would be breathtaking no matter what she wore, but saying she was beautiful could be seen as he was interested in the eyes of an overprotective father... Aedan wanted none of that. Of course, he father stunned him with what he said next. Come IN the carriage... that was a first. He never got to ride in one before, he was always next to the driver or the driver himself. Slipping into the carriage, he put his back to the wall nearest the driver. It was common courtesy for the man to do so as women were supposed to sit face forward, it unsettled some people to ride backwards. He remained silent glancing at the window already excited at the prospect of riding inside for once. He did not have to worry about the cold or rain. Life cold be far worse.

Jay looked at the necklace with distaste before slipping it on silently. She touched it with two fingers and then gave Bolvan a small smile as he called this place her new 'home'. Jay snorted to herself. Home was no where for her and yet it seemed as though it was everywhere. The carriage stopped suddenly and Jay stepped out behind Xaviar, being greeted by curious, smiling faces of lycan and human servants.

An older woman, Bertha, she had been called, stepped up to Jay and gave her a smile. Jay hesitantly grinned back and allowed herself to be lead toward the mansion by the woman. "Ye might like it here, child," Bertha said quietly as they stepped inside.

Jay jumped with surprise at the servant's voice and gave her a nod, a silent, friendly understanding passing between the two. The kindly woman took her into one of the rooms and set a bath for her. Jay looked at the steaming water with curiosity. She had never bathed in such hot water. Her bathing habits usually consisted of ice cold water, a hose, or both. Bertha chuckled at Jay's curious look. "It's for you, ya know." Jay looked up at her with a now shocked expression. Bertha only chuckled again, set a clean uniform on the rack near the tub, and left Jay to bathe in peace.

After moments of being in the tub, Jay had gotten so caught up in the warmth that she had nearly forgotten that she had been called to speak with her Master. Suddenly remembering this, Jay jumped out of the warm water and dried herself in one of the lush towels, which she also momentarily got caught up in. She placed the clean uniform on and looked in the mirror. She had kept her hair up, not wanting it to be wet, but the tips had been soaked slightly. The person staring back at her was a stranger to Jay. A clean stranger. Jay quickly shook her head to shake the thoughts out of her mind and stepped hastily into the next room just as Bertha stepped came in as well, most likely to see what Jay was up to. The woman looked her up and down and grinned for a moment before putting on a more serious, 'busied' look. "Come now, ye must go along to Master's study."

Jay followed Bertha quickly down the hall and to a large door. She turned with the intention of speaking with Bertha for a moment, but the lady was already hurrying away down the hallway. Jay shrugged and turned back to the door, knocked lightly a few times, and called, "You wished to speak with me, Master."

Xaviar looked up at the knock, almost forgetting he had requested Jay to come to his study. "Ah, yes, come in, come in." As Jay would enter, it was obvious that the term 'study' applied loosely to the room. While it was certainly like that of the studies of other royalties, with books lining the walls, a fireplace near the end of the room; it was most likely more appropriate to label it a 'laboratory'. All the books were about sciences, and several shelves proudly displayed bottles of solutions and different materials rather than paper-bound knowledge. There were several tables in the room, each with a different assortment of objects: one held tools and materials for building mechanical machines and weapons. Two others held bubbling solutions of differing meaning, one with organic materials noting for medicinal and poison-making purposes. The other, which Xaviar stood at now, was more element- and mineral-based, seeming to be for the purpose of creating new solutions for a variety of reasons.

"Now, Jaylene--" As he spoke, he continued his work, grinding a black substance into a fine powder with a mortar and pestle. "Or would you prefer me to call you Jay? You hadn't made that clear in the carriage." Gaining the consistency he was looking for, he poured the fine black powder into a vial. Taking up vials of several other ground materials, he poured them altogether in a large flask. "I wished to speak with you about the ways of my home. I understand that you were once a slave, and that you...were not treated correctly." He swirled the flask, mixing the dry ingredients together. "I would presume that you believe that I am either a liar or insane, correct? For--" He poured the ingredients out into a heap on the table. "--in this house, you are not a slave. You are a servant. A person of free will, who has basic rights."

He took a small stick, lighting the end on a candle. "Do you believe I tell you the truth?"

Amelia gazed out the window of the carriage as the countryside passed in a hum. She had learned over the years not to try and single out any particular items, you had to accept that life was a blur passing by at an incredible speed. This, of course, related to more than just the pleasant sights that the carriage drove by. A hush seemed to fall over the passengers after the previous short passings. That suited Amelia just well.

The young woman resented any mentioning of the Lord Fallon. He was only a word to her as she had never met the man in true life. Blonde, brunette, rouge, Amelia could not begin to describe his complexion to anyone. She agreed to the marriage because she had no choice. She was her father's property more than Aedan ever would be. Even if Amelia could outsmart her elder in many ways, there was no way to change her path. After all, love is not needed to make a noble's marriage successful, love is just a peasant myth.

As the carriage slowed to a halt, Amelia rose and allowed the carriage drive to assist in the decent. That had always been Amelia's trouble in life; she could climb anywhere as a child but once up, had no why to return to the ground safely. She swept inside the foyer of the mansion and turned to smile at her father as he ushered Aedan in. The poor wolf boy. Her father was attempting conversation again. "Now, Aedan, your duties among this home are to keep Mia safe during my absence. Nothing more, nothing less. You are hers, so do as she asks and treat her as you would myself. Accompany her everywhere. You are the only Lycan we currently have, the rest of our servants are human." He paused and checked his pocket watch quickly. "I can give you a quick show of the house before I must close some business in my study."

Amelia felt herself shiver with annoyance. It seemed her father felt is absolutely necessary to refer to her as 'Mia' in the dog's presence. She hoped that Aedan's sense would win and he would not follow suit. She could tolerate the insult from her father, and only her father. "Why don't you let me show him the mansion? He is my pet after all," she cooed.

Her father blinked once and then nodded as if the idea had never occurred to him. "Right you are, Mia. And before I forget," he said, digging in his purse, "this is the key to his collar. Your safety is only guaranteed around him with it one. Do you understand?"

"I do, Father," Amelia purred, snatching the key and casting a long gaze to Aedan. "But I do not think there will be any troubles here. Ana, bring him to his room and then have him meet me in mine. And don't forget to take his measurements so I can have the tailor make him a costume for a the ball." Amelia smiled to Aedan as she was completely serious to this request.

The maid, Ana, had been hiding behind the wall to watch the Lycan. At the sound of Amelia's call, she jumped into action and scurried over. Amelia could have shown Aedan his room on her own easily, but she could practically smell the fear leaching off the poor maid. "Yes, Lady Amelia. Which one is it?" she questioned, almost shaking visibly.

"He can have the guard post at the end of my hall." Amelia smiled, stroking the large silver key that was for Aedan's collar as she spoke. His room was well above what he would have been accustom to before, even if it was only modest in Amelia's eyes. It was the guest bedroom they typically housed their unpleasant friends in. Ana turned and motioned cautiously for Aedan to follow. Her fear of the Lycan was tantalizing. Amelia could not resist. "Oh, and Aedan dear? Please do not eat Ana. I rather like her." Amelia covered her lips to smother a chuckle as Ana squeaked and rushed forward to hasten her task, not understanding that Amelia had only been joking. Amelia grinned and returned to her own room for preparations.

Jay stepped inside the study and looked around curiously. There were so many books. Jay knew how to read a bit, but had never really been that good or liked it for the most part. As her Master began to speak, Jay made sure to stand at attention. "Most call me Jay for c'nvenience, but if ya'd prefer Jaylene..." Jay said, her accent coming up a bit. She had always made sure to cover it up, knowing that it always seemed to anger her previous Masters, but she slipped occasionally. Jay trailed off and listened as Xaviar continued to speak while he mixed whatever it was he was mixing.

Jay couldn't help suppressing a small snort when he said that she would have rights, but covered it up with a cough into her elbow. She gathered herself once again and gave a small nod. "I do not believe you're insane, Master." Jay paused for a moment and then continued, "And of course I believe you." Jay had always been a skilled liar especially around her Masters. It wasn't that she didn't believe him, she just didn't know what his version of 'rights' entailed and guessed that it probably wasn't so great. However, she had been given a nice, hot bath just moments ago. Jay shook her head slightly to bring herself out of her own thoughts and waited for what her Master was going to say next.

Xaviar gave a small sigh. "Yes, you do believe I lie to you. I can tell the signs--that is the trades of being Royalty. Learning to lie." He went to light the powder, then paused. "And, in a sense, I suppose I cannot claim total truth. As I mentioned before, whilst in public and the 'grace' of Royalty, my mannerisms will change, as will the rest of my servants--I do have a facade to keep." He took a moment to scribble something onto a piece of paper. "But I do not lie. In this home, you are a person, as any other of my servants. A person with special conditions, perhaps, but a person nonetheless." He sighed. "It may take getting used to, this bipolarity of your new life. But I assure you that what I say is true."

Having said what he wished to say, and hoping that it would at the very least plant the thought of being into her head, he then lit the powder, stepping back a step. The powder fizzled with a thin wisp of smoke for a minute, and the spluttered out into a slow smolder. Xaviar frowned. "Disappointing..." He went back to the paper, he not far from the smolder at all, intending to put it out after his notes. Without warning, however, the powder re-ignited with a 'bang', sending a small barrage of sparks up into a large puff of smoke. Xaviar was knocked onto his rear, the black powder dusting him with a fine coat of black residue.

He was silent for a moment before giving a laugh. "Success!"

Jay looked thoughtfully at the solution that fizzled, thinking about was Xaviar had just said. Maybe he really was telling the truth. Maybe she wasn't going to be a slave in this mansion. Jay was snapped out of her own thoughts as the powder was reignited and Xaviar was knocked back. Jay herself jumped a bit and then without thinking, stepped hurriedly over to her Master. Normally, she would have let one of her Masters just sit there, not caring whether they were hurt or not, but Jay felt a strange urge to check and see if the man was alright. Jay knelt down and was about to ask if he was alright when he suddenly smiled and shouted, 'Success!' Jay was taken aback for a moment. She looked curiously at him and offered to help him stand back up. "Are you alright, Master?"

Jay then looked from the powder on the table to the black powder that was now on the front of Xaviar's jacket and back again. "If ya don't mind me askin', how was that necessarily a success?" Jay asked curiously. She had let her accent slip up again, but now realized that if her Master had cared, he most likely would have said something before. Jay looked around for something to clean the residue off his jacket before it stained. She found a cloth on the edge of the table and held it up as if asking if she should clean the powder of his coat. "Before it stains?" she asked simply.

Science and success brought out a new side in Xaviar. A smiling side, a side content to live beyond simply just having vital organs. There was another force that did the same, but he did not wish to dwell on that now, not with her so near and beautiful. Accepting her help up, he excitedly explained, "Yes, I am excellent!" He laughed. "I have succeeded in refining and simplifying the method used to make gunpowder from the Ancient Chinese, that is the success!" She then offered to clean the coat he wore with a rag...or possibly his face. Whichever. "Not now, damn the coat! Further than simplification of methodology, I have also strengthened the power of the gunpowder! Think of all the applications! No longer will man be stopped by mountains; he will blast right through them, with plenty of blast to do so! Quarries will move in a doubletime!" He smiled, scribbling furiously at his notes, unreadable to any but himself.

Once done scribbling out his words, he turned to Jaylene, smile still on his face. "Madam Jaylene, we have the first steps into the future here." He gave a motion to the flask that still held a minimal amount of the refined gunpowder. "Peace and war, building and destruction--" The violent applications had not escaped Xaviar, either; he knew the dangerously-improved powder would lead to refined war and death. But he knew plenty about death, and it did not faze him much, as given by his statement: "--regardless of the consequence, this is a step--a baby-step, but a step nonetheless--into the future."

To be honest with anyone, the real reason Xaviar was so excited was because he had come across a stroke of ill fortune--none of his inventions would work, and he was bombarded with endless failures. This small improvement boosted his spirits, giving him hope for his other experiments. That, and he had a beautiful Lycan woman with him...always a plus. On the thought of the Lycan, he felt a small tinge in his cheeks, barely noticeable if it had not been for his ghost-pale skin. He hoped the black residue hid it. "What do you say, Jaylene; might you join me for a celebratory dinner to mark the occasion? Bertha makes an excellent lamb roast."

Jay set the cloth back on the table and stared at the flask of black powder. She was both disgusted and strangely fascinated at it's strange power to explode. She understood that this advance could could cause mass deaths, yet would most likely lead to numerous advances in technology.

Jay was pulled out of her thoughts on the black powered as he asked her if she would like to join him for dinner. She didn't know what to say or even what to think of this offer. She had been asked numerous times to cater dinners, but had never actually been invited to dinner. Jay snapped back to reality suddenly and gave him a small, soft smile. "If you'd like me to, then that'd be..." Jay paused, looking for the right word and then continued, "That'd be nice." She looked back up at Xaviar to see that under the black ash, his cheeks were turning a light tint of red. Jay tilted her head, thinking that maybe her Master was catching a cold. She knit her eyebrows together. "Do you feel ill, Master?"

Damn. The powder apparently did not hid his slightly flushed face so well, which went a little redder as she tilted her head, asking if he was ill. She looked wondrous, which did not help him at all. "No, no, I am fine, Jaylene. Just a bit flustered..." He gave a small laugh. "A-about my success, that is. I haven't had a successful experiment for many months." A piss-poor excuse, but it was what he was sticking to.

He gave a sneeze, the dust irritating his nostrils now. "Ah...damn. I suppose I should clean this off..." He sneezed again. "Jaylene, if you would please, tell Bertha to prepare tonight's dinner." He took up the rag, wiping off his face. He called out to her before she left. "And Jaylene, please, do call me Xaviar in private."

Jay didn't believe him for a second, still thinking he was ill, but she simply nodded her head. "Yes, I suppose it's a great success." He sneezed once and then twice and Jay became almost certain that he had caught something, but she decided against saying anything. Jay nodded to him and turned to walk out the door, before he called out to her. She stopped and turned back to him. A small smile played on her face and she nodded again to him. "Yes, Mas- I mean Xaviar." The actual name felt strange on Jay's tongue, as if it were a strange flavor that Jay had never tasted before.

Jay turned slowly to the door and opened it, stepping out into the long hallway. She was met at the door by Bertha who was busily walking down the hallway in the other direction. Jay called out to the woman, "Bertha!" The woman turned and gave Jay a warm smile. "Yes, deary?" Jay felt a bit flustered herself as she explained to Bertha that Xaviar wished for her to join him for dinner. Bertha only smiled and nodded. "He's taken a likin' to ya." Jay chuckled at the woman and shook her head slightly. "Maybe," Jay paused a moment and then continued, "Can I help with dinner?" Bertha simply shook her head, smiled widely and replied, "No," before heading off in the other direction. Jay was slightly confused, but shrugged and looked down the hallway with boredom. 'I should get ready too,' she thought to herself. But where was she supposed to get ready? Jay looked up and down the hallway before remembering the room she had been in prior to meeting with Xaviar. She slowly made her way to the room, still a bit wary of the entire dinner thing.

Aedan had to admit, he loved the view from the carriage in more ways then one. The slow passing trees and rolling hills where almost breathtaking. All the world was outside wanting to tear him down, break him, destroy him... but as long as he was inside this carriage looking out this small window, he was safe. Well, as safe as anyone can be next to Her. He lost count of how many times he had flicked his eyes in her direction drawn by some instinctive need to examine. Even in the confined space with the world outside, she was breathtaking. OF course, when she opened her mouth, he would remember why it was he disliked his current situation, but at times like this...

The driver did his duty in helping Amelia out which in some way did frustrate him. It was Aedan's duty to do such things, and while many would be happy for assistance, Aedan knew the driver only did so to get a closer inspection of her. The lecherous old coot, he would have to watch that one. When the master was away, the servants would play. The driver did not fail to notice Aedan's stern glare and quickly looked away, no doubt the tales of Lycans devouring innocent peasants passing through his mind. Ridiculous of course, should Aedan ever feel the need to... eat someone, he was sure he could find someone who wasn't so... well, aged.

The mansion itself was rather lovely. It did not have the dark feel of his previous... home. It was well cared for, and more importantly, Aedan noticed the lack of a flogging post. Interesting. Once inside, the foyer was... simple as if it had not seen a woman's touch in many years. Was his Mistress's mother gone? Did the Father take all the responsibilities? Such things were important... well, at least to him. The Master turned once more to engage in conversation, but Aedan did not mind in the least. He liked this man... he was... naive, but that was why he liked him. Keep Mia safe? That adorable little name that brought him so much pleasure. Flicking his eyes in her direction again, and ignoring the way her red dress clung to her body, he simply gave a small nod. "I will guard her with my life." over dramatic of course, as that was his life, but it was what humans liked to hear.

Only lycan. A double sided blade no doubt. The servants most likely would still believe the foolish tales of monsters who eat people, but that was also aid him. They would most likely stay out of his way until they understood that he did not, in fact, do those things. Aedan would have to move quickly to establish a pecking order before they figured that out and attempted to abuse him into their own little pecking order. The masters would never understand it, but the servants lived in an entirely different world, "It would be a pleasure, if you were to show me around." He said with a bow of his head, and it would be. The sooner he could get to work, the better.

But again, fate intervened... She wanted to take him on her tour, and just as before, the way the word pet rolled of her tongue sent shivers down his spine. If he was younger and more naive, this would be a paradise, but he knew what it was. Temptation that would lead only one place. Death. The sight of the key made him lose his concentration for a moment. Right, his collar. Gently, he brushed it with his finger tips. He had forgotten he had even had it on. When you wore it since birth, you phased it out of your mind. Unless referenced, he would never remember it was there, but now the sharp silver points biting into his neck were a stern reminder, but it would be a short lived reminder. Tailor? Well, it was something he had done before, but not someone doing it on him. His Former Master usually just gave him clothing that he no longer desired.

The young, plump servant jumped forward, but Aedan could feel the slight hesitancy, and almost smell her fear. This small woman, Ana, would be a great ally to him in convincing the other servants to see things his way. It became harder at his... dear, sweet Mistress's joke, but it also confirmed one thing: Ana was... to be polite, uneducated, but that was fine. It was easier to sway them when they were foolish, although her joke only reinforced the poor woman's fear. Aedan flashed a smile at his Mistress, but said nothing. He could not afford to have his authority and presence undercut here.

Following behind the servant girl, he made his way down the hallways taking note of the decorations and doors trying to commit the layout to memory. Pausing by a door, Ana quickly moved to open it, but Aedan rushed forward, "Please, let me." He said slowly, but he could see the shiver run up her back. Poor girl was terrified, Pausing at the door, he turned and slowly used his body to corner the small woman, "I don't bite." He said softly, leaning in to capture her eyes with his own bright silver ones relieved to see the blush start to spread across her cheeks. Good, it was time to finish it, gently, he brushed a stray lock of hair from her face, "And I could never hurt someone like you."

Aedan was well aware that people found him attractive, why else would people wish to purchase him? But more importantly, he had planted the seed. Her curiosity would soon have her in his hands, but slowly he backed away from her to open the door and to see the small room. It was sparely decorated with one decent bed, but he had to admit, it was a vast improvement. With his Former Master, he had a room half this size and shared it with four other Lycans. A room to himself? What was he supposed to do with it?

Ana seemed hesitant to follow him no doubt having an internal war between fear, attraction, and curiosity, but her duty won out as she took up the measuring tape and got to work. Aedan was pleased to see the blush stayed on her face at the close distance between them, deepening whenever she had to get lower, "Um.." She began as she took his back measurements, "Yes?" He prompted her speaking softly.

"What did you mean?" She breathed out as if her courage was about to leave her, "When you said, you would not hurt someone like me?"

Aedan was not sure, but he felt her cringe as if she was expecting him to lash out at her and insult her in some way. Was that what usually happened? "I do not like hurting flowers." Aedan said easily, lifting his chin to purposely give himself a more powerful and regal appearance. "Flower?" Ana asked softly, trying to prompt him on with her question, although he noted she had stopped measuring.

"Yes..." Aedan said turning to face her and catching her plump jaw to lift it, so he could look her in the eyes, "You are delicate and beautiful, and I could never harm such a thing." Was he lying? Of course he was, but as long as she believed it that was all that mattered. The flush cheeks and slightly parted lips told him the story. He had won her. In her eyes, he was dangerous, exotic, and above all, attractive, and she would be an ally against the other servants when he took control of their pecking order.

"I am finished." Ana whispered softly, and Aedan slowly let go of her jaw, pretending like it was a pain for himself to do so. "I understand, I hope to see you soon, Ana." He passed her by without a second glance, he had to make her curious about himself, make her wish to know more... and finally make her want him. He had no desire to die because of a human, but this was a necessary evil...

It was not hard to find the Mistress's door... it was on the other end of the hallway, so he paused just long enough to straighten his clothing... or in this case, rags and knocked on the door twice.

Amelia splashed water upon her face from a basin in her room that Ana had prepared earlier that morning. Her skin felt grimy from the filth of the Lycan market. Simply breathing the same air as the drunkard slave master sent a wave of disgust through her being. The things she did to please her father. Trampeding through crowds of people to purchase a wolf was not a woman's work nor was it Amelia's place. Beyond that, Amelia did not have the faintest idea why he wished for her to come in the first place. It wasn't is if she had a say in the matter of what slave they purchased. Her father would have fallen for Aedan's charm with or without her presence. Her poor, naive father. Amelia's mind drifted back to the Lycan boy. No, boy was the wrong term. He was much more developed than that. It sickened Amelia the way she felt her eyes fall for his charm, but it only made her game more exciting. She wondered, if at least, she had found her equal in mind and beauty. It was a pity he was a pathetic beast.

Ameila sighed softly and moved to dry her face, careful so not to mark her dress with droplets of water. It would dry eventually, but Amelia simply loathed the texture of wet satin. It clung to her slender, round frame even more than usual when wet. And the heavy skirt was near impossible to move all ready. Washing her dresses was not a task Amelia was regretful to have Ana for. If pressured, Amelia would not even know where to begin with the wash.

The young woman smoothed her silk hair and gazed into the mirror until satisfied with what she saw. Amelia was said to irradiate with the same beauty her mother once had, but, alas, Amelia could not remember the woman's appearance. Dark brown eyes and fair skin as luxurious as the moon, the only difference was that Amelia preferred her hair to be straightened where as her mother enjoyed a gentle curl. There were few memories Amelia had of the woman who had been barely older than herself when she had died from foreign illness. Amelia's mother also had an arranged marriage through fathers. How dear those men could be in a young woman's life. . .

Amelia grew quickly bored of waiting for Aedan to come. It did not seem like a difficult task she had given Ana to show the beast his room and take some measurements for clothing. He did not have the curves a woman did that took a careful touch to perfect. Amelia always made sure she was carefully measured to produce the best fitting clothes, but there was no reason for it to take this long with a male. A beast, of all creatures. Perhaps Aedan had taken her words to heart and had eaten the poor maid. Amelia sighed to this thought, chuckling to Ana's ignorance. Aedan would never eat anyone. Not in a way that would harm them at least.

Without much thought in the matter, Amelia found herself drifting towards her desk to reread the letter from Lord Fallon over in her mind. It repulsed her. It reminded her of something her father would wright. Arrogant, naive, and narcissistic. He would surely not give her the same challenge and pleasure that Aedan had all ready provided in their short time together.

Amelia smiled to the two, rapid knocks on her door. So, he was not lost. “Enter,” Amelia called out. She allowed the letter to fall to her desk as Aedan stepped inside, not bothering to conceal its true identity. After all, slaves could not read so why waste the extra effort.

“Ah, Aedan, I almost forgot about you,” she purred, smoothing her skirt and returning to the main of her room. The walls were colored with maroon paper and golden trim, much like Amelia herself. The large door to the balcony brightened the room incredibility, reflecting off her vanity mirror. She drifted about the room absentmindedly, pausing by her vanity as she lifted the key to Aedan's collar with gentle fingers as it now hung from a chain. Her eyes flickered to him for a moment before returning her attention to the mirror and slipping the make-shift necklace around her head. The key hung delicately upon her bosom as she admired the way it caught the light. “A wonderful trinket, isn't it?” Amelia purred, turning to him. The siren woman smiled to him, knowing that she had opened him to full temptation. Not only was she a beautiful young woman, but now she literally held the key to his freedom. The sight of her would always remind Aedan of what he could never have. Amelia knew that it would be easy for Aedan to take advantage of her this way. Her strength was barely half of his own. However, Amelia was confident that he would be smarter than that; in fact, it was necessary for her game to continue.

Amelia fluffed her hair and ginned to him, taking his rags in carefully. “I'll have Ana get you some new clothes in the morning. For now you will just have to make due with what you were came in,” she said, walking past him slowly. Amelia's eyes glittered with amusement as she entered the hall to begin the tour. “The house is quite large, it must compare well with your past master's house. Some of the servants live near the kitchen, but most are housed in a separate tenant facilities near the field and orchards. You are the only servant on the second floor.” She smiled and twirled her hair between delicate fingers. “Father is roomed near his study, but there is no need for you to go in there. His business is for old fools and I am sure you lack the understanding.”

Amelia chuckled to this and looked about, wondering what it would be best to show him. They descended the magnificent staircase and Amelia smiled, entering her favorite room. “And this is the library,” Amelia purred, motioning to the vast room filled with ancient volumes. She had spent most of her childhood in here. “I am sure that it will not entertain you much, or at all really, but it also doubles as a music room. My mother's piano is in the corner and we have a violin. If you know any songs, feel free to attempt them. I'm sure it would be amusing.”

Stepping into the room, he was struck by how... Well, the room suited her. "I do not blame you." He replied easily to her comment, "It is a slaves duty to fade into the background."

Aedan glanced at the walls taking in the small details of the room, it would no doubt be extremely dark if it was not for the large window, but it probably did not show it's true beauty until darkness came and the moon rose. This room brightened by silver light, it would probably be breathtaking, but if luck was on his side, he would never have to see the room in such light. Being in the Mistress's room at night was not on his agenda, no matter the situation. A flash of light caught his attention, but it was only the Mistress playing with the silver key, the light having momentarily reflected off the surface. It suited her, standing in front of a vanity mirror... and he stressed the word vanity. Or was it vanity? It was hard to tell on this one. Aedan was not sure if one could say it was an exaggeration as she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen... Interesting concept.

"I believe a ruby amulet with a silver chain, perhaps platinum to give it a blue tint; would suit your skin tone and outfit better." Aedan replied easily. What did he want the key for? Freedom? No, there was no freedom. If he took it from her, he would be able to escape for a few months before he was hunted down and butchered like an animal. Only fools tried to escape, freedom was not a dream, it was simply not something he considered any longer. What would he do with freedom? Live in the forest eating squirrels? That sounded even worse then his current position. If it suited her to keep it then she could, the way the key bounced between her breast caught his attention more then the key itself. Hopefully, she would merely believe it was the key that had momentarily distracted him.

"Thank you, These clothes will suffice for now, Mistress." Well, not completely true. They were incredibly uncomfortable and itched, but he had worse. He did wonder what she intended to give him to wear, it would tell him much about her and her intentions based on how much she was spending on him. The room alone did not say much. They did not have other slaves so lack the quarters, they simply could have stuck him in a vacant room, or did so to make him close at hand.

He followed behind her as she entered the hall. "It is a lovely home." Aedan replied to show he was indeed paying attention. 'You are the only servant on the second floor.' He found that line intriguing. Firstly, she had used the word 'Servant' did she not see him as a Lycan? Or was it merely a slip of tongue, secondly he was the only one besides her on the second floor. While he had no intention of attacking or nor stealing the key, the male in him was intrigued at the notion of being alone on a floor... virtually alone in the mansion with such an alluring woman, and they way she played with her hair and looked at him with those deep cunning eyes did not help. She would be testing his control dearly by the end of this... "Lack the understand?" Aedan repeated his mind having been elsewhere, "Yes, yes of course."

Aedan paused as the entered the library, his eyes scanning the rows upon rows of books. His former master... had very little in ways of books. In fact, he had a single bookshelf which was filled with accounting books. Most other books were only bought to nurture Aedan's skills... the mere volume of books snagged his attention, and he felt himself reach out and gently run a finger along the spine of a book 'War of the Wolf'. He could spend his entire life here, snapping his head towards her, he realized he had not been paying attention, "I am sorry Mistress. What did you say?"

Amelia stood in the center of the library and smiled as her eyes danced about the luxurious room. It was one of the largest rooms in the house with hand crafted shelves that stood from floor to ceiling. Each book held a secret that Amelia had unlocked at one point in her life. Her mother was the one that first taught Amelia to read and after her there were many tutors. In his absences, Amelia's father discovered the only travel gift Amelia desired was a book native to the area. It surprised him as she favored literature to jewels. As an adult now, Amelia knew how to look her noble part, but her mind's desire could never be sated. The servants in the house always knew when Amelia finished her newest book. That was then the games would begin. "I am sorry Mistress. What did you say?"

Amelia turned to these words, surprised that her well trained pet had been ignoring her. Even more so than that, Amelia was shocked that he would even admit that his mind had been off in the clouds. It seemed more fitting that Aedan would have mustered some creative remark to hide his fault.

"I was saying that you are free to try your hand at any of the musical equipment," Amelia chimed, drifting to his side. She tilted her head from curiosity, chocolate eyes studying his expression. It was not often that someone's mind would drift away from Amelia's presence. Especially when the other mind was a young male. The fact that he had been distracted unsettled her slightly. "What is it that has interested you so?" she hummed.

Amelia pulled the book from its home with a slender finger, her eyes meeting Aedan's gaze with alluring interest. "A book? You surprise me, my pet. What interest would you have here?" The young noble lowered her gaze and skimmed the pages with ease to pull the story from the chambers of her mind. "You have good taste," Amelia purred, keeping the book captive as she fled to lounge on the couch. Amelia chuckled to herself and flipped the page delicately, her eyes flickering up to him while leaning back against the maroon velvet of the furniture.

"This book is about your own race called War of the Wolf. Have you heard of it before?" Amelia smiled and cocked her head as she leaned forward the slightest in her seat. "But I suspect that you may have known the title all ready," she cooed with sharp eyes. "What was your role as Memory again?"

Xaviar watched as she left his study, giving a sigh. She truly was beautiful. And, though he did not know her well, she seemed perfect...a bruised and battered heart, but with kind intentions. He gave another sigh, this one with more of a tone of disappointment. He knew what was going on within him. He was attracted to this Lycan woman. He mentally cursed the Creator for creating him as thus as he blew the irritating dust from his nose. Why could he not be happy with a human female? Why could he not follow the intentions of society, and have an eye on a fine human woman? A woman who he had not to pretend was lower than he, who he could not marry, or die in process of attempting?

Another sigh, somewhat somber. Such was his life. He then began to clean off the table, setting things straight before heading to his bedroom to change.

"Aw, yes, Of Course." Aedan said. Although, he would never trust the strange looking instruments the supposedly produced sound, he was sure the offer was not meant in good intentions either. All that metal bent in odd angels and figures, the large wooden block with strange little white rectangles line up in the front. He knew their names, but still, Aedan could not fathom why they had to look so, ridiculous. No, he would most likely never touch the things, he would not give anyone the pleasure of watching him struggle to learn something. The only thing that was more pressing then his continual thoughts on the matter was Mia's sharp mind. Before he had linked her to a hound, and now he was sure she fit that description perfectly.

Aedan stepped back slightly to avoid being too close to her when she slid by to grab the book. Her scent was always different and caused undesired effects in him that should be avoided if he wanted to keep his head and his wits. "I passing one. I assure you." He replied on reflex. It was not too uncommon for people to stare at something and let their mind go vacant. All he needed to do was play that he had no interest in the least, it was simply that his mind had slipped away for a second. "I do?" He replied dutifully trying to make it appear that he was interested in her thoughts on the matter. Even if her sultry voice could cause a shudder running throughout his body, he knew that all humans liked to believe what they said was fascinating and that their thoughts on all matters were appreciated.

"I have not heard this story, Mistress." But he was sure since it was about the war written by humans it would be suitably exaggerated. The brave and noble humans fighting of the great and terrible evil seeking to consume their world! Through the desperation, the 'noble' warriors managed to halt the evil and bring down the monsters thus saving the very world! Yes, Aedan was sure the book most likely went something like that. "Known the title, Mistress?" Aedan asked with a raised eyebrow, "Mistress, forgive me, but you know my kind cannot read."

This was not going well, at least for him, she was a clever witch. He would have to do something that caught her off guard, so he slowly moved closer to her and lowered himself into the seat next to her. While normally, a slave would never do such, desperate times call for desperate measure. Gently, he reached out to stroke the book, fixing her with his silver eyes as he gently stroked the open page of the book purposely letting his hand brush hers. The mere touch sent fire running up his arms and a desire he wished he could no longer feel. "Would you read it to me?" He said softly, "Mistress?"

Jay began to get ready and wondered to herself what she should wear. The room that Bertha had showed her to had a wardrobe with an extra uniform and a few short dresses. Jay looked at them curiously, tilting her head back and forth a few times. She had never had the opportunity to dress up if only a bit. The most she had ever dressed up was when serving at a more classy banquet, but even then the uniform was usually laid out for each slave.

Jay sighed and chose a light pick dress, not particularly caring too much, and changed into it. She looked in the mirror once more, and once again, she did not actually seeing herself, but rather a clean and tidy stranger. Jay sat down heavily in one of the cushioned chairs and closed her eyes. She had never once had this much time to spend with nothing to do. She always seemed to be busy and relaxing was never an option for her, so she cherished this time that she had. She had just dozed off when a knock was heard on the door and Bertha's voice called through the door, "Ya in there, dear? May I come in?"

Jay stood up quickly and smoothed out her dress before calling out, "Yes, you can come in." The door creaked open and Bertha walked in. "Dinner is nearly fini-" Bertha stopped as she saw Jay and nearly began to laugh. It was clear that to Bertha, Jay had no sense of fashion. "Child, pink is not your color." In retrospect, while the dress was quite beautiful, it did not appear that was on Jay.

Jay looked up at the woman with pleading eyes and Bertha's expression quickly changed from one of amusement to one of determination. "C'mon, deary." Jay stood silently as she watched Bertha look carefully through each dress before picking out a simple, off white dress. She hurriedly got Jay out of the clothing she had been wearing and into the simple dress she had picked out. Bertha looked her up and down a moment with a critical eye and then nodded once. "Good," she said simply. Jay was about to reply, but Bertha was already hurrying back out into the hallway. Jay rushed to the door, but did not follow her down the hallway until Bertha turned around and gave her an impatient gesture to follow. Jay hurried along next to the older woman until they reached what Jay supposed was the dining room. Bertha gestured to the door for Jay to open. As Jay began to open the door, she heard Bertha whisper quietly and sarcastically in her ear, "Be nice to the Master, child."

Amelia smiled cruelly as her eyes drifted upon the yellowing pages of the book. He had an interesting choice indeed. And his comment on his own education. . . Amelia found herself pondering that. The matter should not have been discussed. He was a beast. By nature they were dumb brutes. And yet, her mind kept toying with the possibility of something more. Her other servants detested this room as it reminded them of their ignorance. They hid from the meaningless symbols that those with education called words. His fascination, no matter how brief, intrigued Amelia. Either he was hiding a memory or was simply astounded by the volume of books. She would not be surprised by either option.

Her slave seemed to be full of mysteries. It would be Amelia's please to strip him clean of every single one. Piece, by piece. This could prove to be her entertainment for some time now. Amelia could tell that she would not quickly grow tired of this one. He was far too fascinating for that.

Amelia's gaze swung from the open novel to the novel as she felt him settle beside her. The act did as desired, causing a distraction from the activity at hand. Her servants were not allowed in the same room if she did not want them. What gave this mongrel the right to sit if he had not been asked first? She pursued her lips in distaste, meeting his silver moons. It would be necessary for him to find his place.

Amelia opened her mouth to release her wrath but was silenced with a soft plea: "Would you read it to me? Mistress?"

Amelia froze as he brushed against her, her lush lips pressing together in thought. The idea itself was ridiculous, but she could not deny the power it gave. She could manipulate the story in any way when telling it. Just as he was her.

Amelia could recognize his game. It was one she played many times. The question that she could not answer was if it was accidental or intentional. Amelia doubted the latter. And yet, she was impressed. He was bold, cunning, and perhaps the only creature that challenged Amelia's claim to the fairest of the land. She would never admit the rush of excitement his touch had brought to her. Never. She was smarter than that. Amelia was unaccustomed to this, she was the Succubus of the land, desired and wanted by all. To compare her new pet to an Incubus was more than she desired. Amelia shivered to the thought, her hand slipping from his.

Then again, if it was a game he wanted. . . Amelia smiled and shifted in her seat to better see him, her hand covering the text. "Now, why would you want that?" she purred, quickly regaining composure. "You entertain me, my pet. That is such a strange request." Amelia knew she must end this now. This game was far too serious for her personal comfort.

She was his prisoner. Amelia felt no desire to flee from his presence or scold his familiarity. She admired his bold attempt at capturing her attention. She settled against the couch, smiling as his hand lingered upon the pages. "Father does not know about this book," she said, watching Aedan closely. "He does not enjoy reading as I do. I doubt he has even heard of half the titles I found to fill this library. And this book, in particular, he would disprove of."

Amelia stretched her shoulders and leaned purposely closer to him, rotating the book so he could see the printed text. "When the wolves sense the full moon," she read slowly, eyes flickering between the boy and book, "the battle within them is anything worse than fought upon this earth before. Blinded by rage and inner turmoil, they lose themselves in this endless battle. They are their largest fear. In many senses, the internal War of the Wolf is the greatest battle ever seen."

Amelia smirked, closing the book and turning toward him. "Not what you were expecting, my pet?" Amelia cooed, sweeping a strand of hair away from his face. "It is a philosopher's book. Not about our wars, but about yours. It is an analysis of a Lycan's torture and freedom when forced to shift with the moon. It describes the process and how the mind is said to revert back to only animalistic instincts where even love ones are not safe. Interesting no?" She smiled, watching his features. " That is why I was surprised of your choice. But, I'm sure you can tell me more on this matter than the book can."

He slowly walks through what was left of the crowd not really paying attention to anything in particular. Merchants moved swiftly carrying their heavy burdens as the last rays of sun hit the streets. Suddenly he stops, stepping over a puddle of blood and mud. The smell… it could only belong to one of his kin. He raised his hand to his face, gently stroking his forehead with his fingers. “How long will this last?” He questioned himself. “Alas, it will be as long as the time it takes to finish the preparations.”He replied to himself in a whisper.

Finally he looked around, searching for the metal cages. There were only two cages left, but they were open and empty. A fat man came out of an improvised tent close to the cages; his rotten stench was not easy to stand. The smell of cheap alcohol and fish poured strongly from that man…

– Aye! Tha shop’s close’! Come ‘ere!...– The fat man was clearly intoxicated to his bones; it would be hard to say if it was because of the fish or the cheap liquor. – I killed a mutt! I did it all alone! That bastard! HAHAHA! –

So it had been him, the murderer. He felt the sharpness of his teeth making his lips bleed on the inside of his mouth. His mind focused on not letting his hands tremble. Fortunately, something caught up his attention. Another man, as large and fetid as the drunken bastard came out from the tent.

“Sire! Were you looking for a slave? I tell you the last have already been taken; ya’ll have to wait until we restock. That’s, maybe a day, if you wanna get a real bargain. Others may show up, but my brother ‘ere sells the best dogs at the best catch!”

“How… unfortunate. I suppose I will have to come back later.” – He answered, hiding his despise with a smile. – “Pardon my curiosity, why was the Lycan killed?”

“The fool was young mongrel not even in his fifteens, tryin’ to run away… I was not around; my brother got to make the shooting, he’s got a… – The merchant wasn’t done with his sentence when Nero interrupted him.

“I’m taking my leave gentlemen. My butler will be coming to check on your supply. Spend a delightful night.” – He then gave his back to the man and his drunken brother not letting him say a word else; laughing in his mind at the word gentlemen, such word did not fit them well.

He then walked back to his carriage. His butler was there, expecting him.
“How did it go, my Lord?” He asked. “We barely made it; we came late, far too late.” The man answered, getting into the carriage. “Make haste Adrian, I shall be ready. They’ll leave the market in no time.“

One hour later. The foul slave-master and his brother were leaving the market. They got into their carriage. Unaware someone followed them. He ran fast and hidden by the shades of night. Nero chased them.
He went in human form. All dressed in black, with his face covered.

Nero’s rage grew as he thrust his sword against them. Their bodies would be found later that night next to the carriage in the middle of the street. A word was written in the floor with blood along with a Lycan Silver collar:

Aedan let the breath he had not known he had been holding out slowly. He had half-expected her to scream and have him dragged out and beaten, but not only had she not done so, it had distracted her if only for a moment. She was no longer trying to decipher just how much he knew, instead she was weighing her options. Hopefully, his offer intrigued her enough by allowing this 'power' over him. When she pulled her hand back, away from his own, he nearly smiled, so she was uncomfortable? Well, to be honest, he was as well, but he knew better then to allow such things to show on his face. He had one the battle of the touch which, in his mind, was a major victory. Dear sweet Mia would most likely start to second guess his reasoning behind actions... If she second guessed everything she would hesitate.

Why would he want that? He wouldn't. Being so close to her was dangerous, luckily, she moved a little farther away in order to get a better look at him. "Curiosity." The word rolling of his tongue in a more intimate manner then he intended, but he supposed given the current situation, it could not hurt. If anything it might send the message that it was not the tome but her he was curious about. Of course, it was interesting to hear about her father. It was almost like a part of her resented him, saw him as inferior to herself. Slowly, he drew his hand off the book as it was hard to read with a hand in the way. Why would her father care about some book? Unless it was a book banned by the King. She leaned closer, and he had to fight bow instincts. The one that wanted him to retreat to safety, and the one that wanted to devour the source of the tantalizing scent... to control the source of his.. What was it? Current state? He supposed that was the best way to explain it.

When she turned the book to him, he could not help it. His eyes scanned the page reading the lines. He knew he was not supposed to but reflex brought on by reading numerous volumes had him reading before he could stop himself. Oh yes, he knew about this from experience. The closer the full moon came the more they lost control of their wits. Males and females who were attracted to each other had trouble controlling their urges. The more they were attached the less they could resist. Any one they disliked they would attempt to attack... it was a nasty time for slaves. Aedan had never transformed, his Former Master did not allow slaves to do so. Guards enjoyed watching them on the night of the full moon watching as they screamed in pain...

Reverting to an savage status when loved ones were in danger? Of course, it was also when in great rage, from that he knew from experience. "Very interesting." He murmured lost in memory, "Is that a demand? Mistress?" He asked softly. Did she want to know if it was true? Or if it had happened to him?

Amelia smiled to Aedan, her eyes watching his as they fell to the open book. She could see the hunger in his eyes, the slight shift from examining the lines of neat, printed text. How interesting indeed. Perhaps the young beast was as fascinated as Amelia for knowledge or he was interested by the topic. Either way, Amelia was crafting her mind in how to use such information for her own pleasures. He claimed he could not read. How ordinary for his kind. The only issue with this allege was that Amelia had all ready learned Aedan was far above the ordinary.

Still, Amelia would not know for certain either way without pressing. She could be looking into the matter too much. The library was impressive enough to begin with. A shameless creature like her slave would take no pity in not being able to read. Maybe his self confidence just gave the appearance of knowing that the text said. How boring it would be if that was the case.

Amelia rose and closed the book with a soft thud, allowing it to take her place on the couch as she slid from the luxurious velvet. She was curious if he would reach for the book now that she no longer possessed it. She paced gracefully before one of the many shelves of books, scanning their titles as if she was pondering his question. "A demand? No, not really," she purred, choosing a book and sliding it from its home as she flipped absently though its pages. "It was more of an accusation. You don't have to tell me anything about the shift if you don't want to, my pet. The full moon is only a few nights away. I will find out what happens to your kind soon enough."

Amelia smiled coyly, snapping the book closed and replacing on the shelf as if she had grown bored of its contents. "Like I said before, you are the only slave I've truly met before. Father's other slave was not allowed inside the house. I saw him on a few occasions, but never so much as had an opportunity to talk to him. I do not know what happened to him during the full moons." Amelia frowned softly, her back towards Aedan. This was a lie. She had spoken to Kolf as a child. He was an older wolf, and treated Amelia kindly when he saw her. Even without anything of his own, he would make the young girl wooden toys and smile as she passed. Amelia reminded Kolf of his own lost daughter. However, her father feared that her ill mother would be taken advantage of by the lycan. And at her passing, Kolf was Father's only acceptable target for his rage. In that sense, Amelia had lost both of her closest companions.

She turned toward him and floated past, her soft feet only stopping once she reached the piano. In all of the passing years, this piano was the only true companion that Amelia had. And now, with her imminent marriage, even that was being threatened. Amelia doubted that the grand, Lord Fallon would understand the instrument's importance. No one would ever be able to understand. She settled down upon the bench, her long skirt cascading to the ground like a blood red waterfall as her fingers drummed gentle chords to sooth the strummed memories. The notes lofted into the air delicately, Amelia's mind wandering with them. "So tell me, what tasks are you good at? How are you a best use to me?" she mused carelessly, her fingers still gracing the notes.

The young girl floated between the shadows of the forest like an elegant ghost. Her soft mummers rose like Banshee wails as the billowing, white cloak trailed behind her path. Her face was cast in shadow, the hood pulled to silence her identity and glistening tears. She was well named. For lurking beneath her hooded cloak was a frail, and pale girl with a head of blonde white hair. Her icy blue eyes were the only source of life beneath the warm layers.

So much had happened in the past week. She had been a slave only to be escape at the death of her master. She had found the rumored trail of her younger brother, only to discover that she had arrived too late. She raced toward the market with such hope that he would be there. If he was, then surely they would find some escape together. Each other was all they had left.

The market had closed by the time Snow arrived. But that did not stop her from poking around and sniffing the cages for any trace, any direction that he had been there. Only, Snow received more of a clue than she had bargained for. A pool of blood was laced with her brother's scent. It sickened her, tears instantly drawn upon her porcelain cheeks. Even an ignorant, and unlearned child like Snow understood that it was impossible for that much blood to be lost and the victim to survive.

She stumbled back, her mind hazy with sorrow and regret. She fled from the market, following the road from the thinning edge of the woods. She froze, frightened by the sound of horses. Someone was coming. Only humans rode such beasts. Even without her silver collar, Snow knew that her race of Lycan was undeniable from her worn and ragged clothing. She hid in a bush, her instincts of survival not wanting her to end up like her brother. She was cold enough all ready as it was.

The carriage stopped besides her and Snow caught her breath. She bit her hand to muffle the tears of sorrow and fear as a figure dashed near. There was a shout and cry, and then nothing besides the stench of iron.

Snow covered her mouth. She had witnessed a murder. The murder of two humans from their scent. She knew that if she stayed, Snow would be found responsible even with her innocents. But where was the murderer? Her wide, blue eyes scanned the night, searching for the figure. She could not risk fleeing if it was still out there.

Snow shifted her weight, causing a loud snap from beneath her feet. Her eyes grew fearful that the murderer had heard her. She had to risk it. She could not be next. Snow rose and fled deeper into the woods, white came flashing in the moon light. Her wary body aching from the days of long travel betrayed the terrified girl as she tripped and stumbled to the ground.

“They will make to harm to us again.” Nero whispered. He used the merchants’ blood to mark the floor with the word Freedom. It was a ghastly detail meant to drive a clear message to the humans and Lycans alike. Humans would try to hide it so Lycans would not even know it happened. Hope, it seemed to be the most treacherous thing left to Lycans that is if they had some hope left. From a bag Nero picked a collar, a silver collar which belonged to his beloved brother. The collar would be enough for people to know it was not a common murder. He expected to seed the seeds of fear. The mere idea of the Wolves Uprising would cause panic among people... specially the Nobles.

As he placed the collar above the stains of blood forming a word he heard a noise coming from the bushes around. The noise grew louder into the woods. His purpose had been accomplished. However, he was not letting anyone get away. For a moment his hesitation stopped him, he should let the word spread… Nero smelled the air trying to get any scent but the iron stench coming from the dripping blood made it almost impossible. His curiosity won over his reason.

He stared into the woods, and ran into the direction from which the sound came. Footsteps thudding against the dirt of the woods making the foliage creak. Nero heard the panting getting closer and closer. Until his sight grasped a white spot. Suddenly, a dull sound came from the shadows. He then reduced his speed, and went straight to encounter whoever was out at that time of the night.

He stepped menacingly pulling his sword out of the sheath. The Silver edges made the sword shine with the little light coming from the stars. Nero got closer, taking a look at the girl in front of him. Her clothing told much about her.
“A Lycan… “He cooed. He quickly realized there was no collar around her neck. Could she have escaped from her masters? By the looks of it she was scared and tired… too pale.

“Tell me, are you afraid? Were you spying on me? As far I suppose you don’t have a master and that makes me wonder if you are being chased right now.” Nero remained in silence waiting for her answer, he lowered his sword. He thought in leaving her there, perhaps she had already lost “hope”. He turned around but he stayed there waiting.