Her eyes told the story that her words would not , the sorrow and pain of living alone for all these years, the burden she carried as a princess, and the things she tried to hide when speaking to the tiny assassin whose room she shared. Yet the diminutive Lycan saw right through her, and as the night wore on, held her tightly, humming and easing her dreams until she finally slept. Tikilara, a princess who shifted her age at will, often masquerading as an year old, was a troubled soul, and Namea was one who eased those

From his room the sounds of the bar were a dull buzz as he lay on a bed large enough to accomodate his six foot form. Lean an muscular Edward Dante lounged with one hand behind his blonde haired head, but the other was busy. Nothing covered his lean muscular form, old scars crossing it here and there and his other hand was currently sliding down his stomach. Over dark wiry hair it moved until he clutched his male member, large even half flaccid,

Her skin glistened as she stood in the shade of a willow tree, looking down upon a body too grizzly to be identified, glad that shed skipped lunch today. "Get the samples to the station asap and call me if you find anything, I dont care if its fucking midnight!" The blue suited officer nodded to her and gave a quick salute before calling on his colleagues and beginning the dirty work of collecting evidence.

A form separated itself from the shadows, almost seeming a part of them, its tiny sillouette finally resolving into the form of a petite woman. A Lycan by blood, able to transform into a wolf at will, she had pointed ears, slightly tufted, and long serrated fangs when she was angry. Her eyes were crimson, long lashed and tilted with a gaze so intense it frightened those who were unfortunate enough to recieve its negative side. They were set above a pert nose and full lips, a doll like face, pretty, though not stunning by any means.

Her skin was the colour of honey, and in the heat of summer sheened with sweat as she stood in the clearing with two others. At five foot Recca was more than a hand taller than the other woman who stood with her, yet somehow, she seemed to be a child when compared to Neshira Namea, at least in her own eyes. Her short blonde hair was as usual brushed over one eye, and the other stared at the floor, a stormy blue grey today, though usually her eyes couldnt decide if they wanted to be green,

The night wind raised goose pimples on pale flesh as the tiny shape moved through the shadows. Her crimson eyes darted this way and that as she approached the bar with her slender arms wrapped around herself. The black turtleneck shed been wearing was torn and her jeans were scuffed with dust from the small fight shed been in. "I knew I should have worn my fucking usual clothes.

When a man becomes a mage, more powerful than any other, with strange animal traits, does he lose his humanity? Kyrith did not think so, in fact, he felt all the more human for his slitted eyes, forked tongue, and the ability to do the same to others with the painful potions hed created. He simply needed a subject on which to try them, so he went looking. The moon was high that night as Kyrith strode past the edge of town, high enough to shine upong the beauty of a woman hed never seen.