Post by Deilakrion on Aug 14, 2008 1:39:25 GMT -5
Den of Iniquity
Deilakrion took her time in the bath. She could smell traces of her clanmates, and traces of -other- that seemed to persist in the Corpse. It made her nervous. Still, once finished she'd taken a nap, and it was then that she slowly awoke, all wounds healed and scarred over like normal. Normal. Like she'd ever been that.
Saiyah had came into the den simply to borrow some of the scented oils near the tub. As she slithered forward, she had to glance down from rubbing her red eyes to avoid running over the sleeping woman. Now paused between Deilakrion and the tub, Saiyah didnt' really know what to do now; just go for the oil, or leave.
Deilakrion startled at the form of Saiyah, cleanly coming awake in a second as she gained her feet. She was hungry, again, but let that stay in the back of her mind. "Hunter." She said it without meaning to, almost surprised to see the naga in such a place as the Corpse.
Saiyah was a hunter, but sadly, not like a hunter should be. Out side- in the wild, away from such civilized areas as a Tavern, no. She spent almost all her time here, though, with a lack of passion for the hunt now a days, who blamed her? She flexed her stomach and brought her upper half down to eye level with Deilakrion, lifing her fingers to wiggle them in a fain wave. 'Uhm, hi?' It was all her confused facial expression made as she stood there, not really sure what to do now, awkward.
Deilakrion nodded to Saiyah, studying the woman. Suddenly, Deilakrion shuddered, and she strode out into the hallway. She'd had enough experience with darkness recently, and the urge to be in bright light was unbearable.
Hallway
Saiyah watched the woman leave, and arched a brow. Odd. Shrugging her shoulders, the naga slithered forward and grabbed the few bottles of oils on the tub and began to make for the hallway once again. She had brought the bottles up to her nose and was taking in the scent as she pushed through the door.
Deilakrion was waiting for Saiyah in the hallway. She stood near the door to the Den of Vice, and stared as the door opened. There was something on her mind. Something bath and nap had not been able to mask, something that she couldn't forget. She held herself erect, the barest glimpses of some understated regal quality glimmering in her eyes. Likely a trick of the candles. She paused. She could smell something within the hallway, strong within Vice. . .and. . .she flinched. "Come. Drink with the creature downstairs." Then she was away.
Corpse
Saiyah came to an abrubt halt outside the door upstairs in the hallway, not expecting the woman to still be there. Even more, she didn't expect Deilakrion to offer for a round of drinks down stairs; she was simply going to take the oils home and get some sleep- but hey, she was never one to turn downa drink. So, happily they naga made her way down the hall and past the stairs, and right on up to Creature.
Ainissethai :A startled glance counteracts the small jump of his sudden movement, the woman instantly tensing and pressing herself as far back into the seat as it would permit. Heavily lashed lids open and close in rapid succession and words form on the vermilion stained lips, although they do not quite run over.
The wave of people was almost a relief to see. Almost. Steadman and Urghdak would be too busy in the late night bustle, so Deilakrion didn't bother to harass either. Instead, her attention remained on her impromtu guest, whom she studied in brief spurts. She pulled an empty table close to the fire, and pointed to it for Saiyah to settle at. Then she'd be making her way through the press of flesh, finding her way behind the bar and grabbing liquor as she pleased, handling it with distinct familiarity before returning to Saiyah. She'd sit, then, and the action caused her to unfocus for a second. She knew Saiyah knew other Cabal members. Knew Tenebrae. Didn't know if the naga was pack-pack. . .but to Deilakrion she was pack in the way that mattered, and well, Deilakrion had to talk to someone. Amazing, that Deilakrion would feel the need for fleshy words. She refocused upon Saiyah, and poured the drinks.
Kristos stands looking at the bar for a moment and then looks back at the female present before him. "I said he walks.. He has a form and he walks, but there is a drawback to it." as he speaks his mind races for a moment as he tries to regain focus. he pulls a bottle of dragon blood and elven blood and mixed the two, the man takes a sip and expresses a sour expression. "but his where abouts are not something that can be said around here."
Acerbus suddenly remembers why he came. He places 100 gold on the table for the damage he did on the previous night to the tavern doors. The proprietress, a female vampire named Tenebrae, had been kind to him, and in a haze of dark-rum invoked mischief, he'd sat at the baby grand piano, played a bit of Fur Elise, then staggered out the door, breaking the latch on his way. "This is for the Lady of the House. See she gets it, please." he says in a low rumble. Then he stands quickly, the air ashimmer about his head and neck, and leaves, nodding briefly to the other patrons as he passes.
Saiyah would have groaned if at all she had a voice; she didn't like large gatherings or great amounts of people. She stuck to the more..quiet places of the town, most of the time, the near-empty den upstairs. But what did she expect? This was a tavern, a place for people all around to gather, socialize and all around..crowd. So she didn't mind too much, and was glad that a table near the fire was choosen. Carefully weaving in and out of the table, chairs and people, Saiyah soon found herself coiling about an emtpy chair, patiently waiting for the drinks which she thanked Deilakrion with a nod when they came.
Shishi unconsciously bites at the inside of his cheek, this human habit practiced by a vampire leaves him with the taste of blood in his mouth. It had become a rare sight to see him bringing the children around with him when they were sleeping, and it's sure that he has at least a couple reasons for doing it tonight. He was looking for someone and while his oceanic stare scans the tavern it becomes apparent that someone wasn't Terra, though his gaze does linger on the vampiress longer than it would on any other and he surrenders a slight nod in greeting, unable to wave with arms occupied...
Wren shook his head furiously and hands rose, palm facing out, in defensive mode. "Noo! I didn't say anything!" He sighed deeply, looked to the ground, and glared at it. In rapid succession he went through the exact details of the night. This princess would understand. "You left, and she took my hand when I asked. We danced. Someone played music, but she whispered that the music in my head was better. I didn't know. I just said okay, so listen and watch. And we danced." Here he looked up a little bit, searching into the woman's face. While he wouldn't say aught of it this night, on those unique features she could likely see a questioning glance. But only for an instance, before he returned to self-centered mode. "We went around the ballroom, past banquet tables, by flicking lights in sconces. A candelabra above, an amazing band in a balcony that echoed in the room... Everyone stopped and stared. They were bad dancers. We were so good, that princess and I. I felt privileged.." he sighed deeply. "She learned to dance on the ground, and twirled. A smile, and then suddenly, everything stopped. The ballroom went away, the music died, and she stood there staring at me oddly." Grumbling and very upset, he did take notice of Shishi. Though he didn't remember him for the night-- all he had seen was a knight-- he did see the way the woman was looking at him. Frowning softly at the vampiress' face, he said, "I'll go now. Tell her I'm sorry? And she is a princess." Without a name to call -this- princess by, he would just call her that as he said his goodbyes to her. Dressed in ragged clothes but for all the world in secrecy attire, he slinked as unnoticed as possible out the door.
Deilakrion leaned forward, closer to Saiyah. She didn't particularly wish to be overheard. Around her, the general hubbub was ignored, even if she had recognized certain familiar faces with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire. "The hunter. . .does the hunter know my pack? The Cabal?"
Ainissethai :Miraje's eyes narrow into small slits and the velvety tone that drips from her lips are not even remotely pleasant, "Drawbacks you say?" She masks the disgust that has been evoked by the concoction and she turns her attentions back onto the looming mans face, "What would those be?" She ponders for a moment whether there is a malcontented air about him, or if it was the liquor that had her nerves raw and on edge. A tiny digit gestures for him to be seated once more, as she detests having to crane her neck while speaking to someone.
Kristos looks at Miraje and smiles. "He can only walk these lands if he can get a body, evidently I am not going to say exactly how he can be brought to a solid form. but I have the plans in motion. "his eyes fill with a crimson fluid and quickly drain..
Saiyah found herself leaning in just the slightest as a quick sip was taken from her glass. She too had seen several familiar faces about, but the crowd would keep her from making any attempt to aquaint herself with them anytime soon. Instead, she was curious of the topic at hand; Cabal? Yes, she knew of Cabal- she was a part of it. A nod was given and a tug at her left sleeve so that the woman could eye the tattoo that showed what she was apart of.
Terra had followed along with the story as best as she could, though the confusion would reflect on her face, likely evident as he glanced upwards to seize her features in a questioning moment of uncertainty. Of course, she could not be mad at this man and simply nodded along with his story, pausing only to bid him farewell before he’d move away. Still unable to fully process the tale of dances and music, she’d leave it be until Caedan could be confronted, after she had assured the teenager that Wren still thought her a princess. From there, she’d move towards Shishi’s occupied table, hesitating when she was a few feet away. To mask this hesitation, she’d pretend to have spotted the gold pieces left for Tenebrae at the request of the strange man, and so she’d collect them with a mental note to pass it on. More steps were taken towards the table, hesitation unavoidable. It was then she’d notice the ties, and laugh, the first real laugh in the hours she had been without him. It lasted a few short seconds, but it was genuine and it helped ease the tension that still existed between the two after the escapades. Helped, not completely erased, unfortunately. Despite that, she’d extend arms to take one of the two sleeping children, if allowed. “I’ll take one off your hands. …if you want, that is.” Now, she’d feel silly with outstretched hands and the possibility of being denied; after all, she had been the one who led them there…
Deilakrion's mouth rounded in a bit of a baffled 'o'. Then, memory surfaced, and Deilakrion was astonished to discover that the naga was indeed pack-pack. Well, doubters be damned. Cabal really were everywhere. So she nodded. "Good." Eyed Saiyah. Then she began to talk, and though it was scattered and hesitant, her words would not be stopped or denied. She told Saiyah of the Chasm in soft tones, of the -things- she had seen down there in all their cruel splendor, and of the feeling she had about the Chaos weapon. Of the smells she'd scented in the Corpse, of Tenebrae's anxiety and anger, of the blood of a yet unknown man. She told Saiyah of what she suspected would come, and that more blood would be shed. Much, much more. When she was done talking, she slammed her glass back, gasping from its fiery purge of the words she'd had to speak. She looked miserable. "I need to talk to the fierce hunter. To. . .the others. But this creature. . ." She poured herself more from the decanter, and let her tongue rest for a few moments. "Pack has never been easy to find." She'd mutter at last, and stare at her drink as she awaited Saiyah's reply.
Ainissethai :Fully intent on extorting any details she can from the man a pleased look is plastered onto her face ebon pupils seeming to swallow any of the azure hue which would belie the pleasant manner. "Will you be the hero then? Offer your own body for that of your son?" A long nail taps its discord upon the surface of the table and silk clad elbows would come to rest against the edges, unconcerned about any stickiness that may reside from improper wiping or more likely a drunkards failure. "What are your intents?" There is a subtle tick that has sprung within the smooth cheek as she waits for him to answer and for a moment her eyes flicker from his face, brows furrowing a fleeing of recognition staining her cheeks, although her gaze is quickly bought back to the man.
Kristos looks at Miraje, and then to the dark corner and smiles as he feels the shadows around him. "I will be offering him a body with much power and strength, a pure dragon so he will have the rage of the Delavian house and well.. the strength to continue what I have set forth to him. But I need your help and the aid of two others. true and pure." with that said he looks at Miraje and nods ."Can we go somewhere to talk about the details and who we might need for this.?"
Shishi tries to hide the crack of a smile when Terra starts to laugh at his duo of neck ties. Is is happy to gain a free hand and isn't very reluctant in giving his boy up to Terra, though there was a slight bit of hesitation... He'd do his best not to hold a grudge, because even though she had led them into life threatening danger, she was also part of the reason Orange was still alive... and in his mind that was more than he could say about himself. So Yellow is handed over, badger cub and all, while Shish speaks, "Ah~ Sure Terr, here. Thanks." He cringes slightly before he asks, "So are you alright, Terr?" Knowing most, if not all her current injuries came from him...
Saiyah was interested, none the less. Tales of her recent adventurs had definatly caught her attention, and she knew that her word was not to be taken lightly. And on so many occasions had she met others, on both good and bad terms, only to find out that they were Cabal. Embarassing to say the least, to not know all of who was in a clan and not. The naga winced slightly as she took back another drink from the glass and rested her elbows atop the table, giving the idea a great deal of thought.
Deilakrion shrugged it off, and rose. "This creature. . .has much to consider." She didn't like that. She wasn't a thinker. She was a doer. She did things. Killed big beasts in the woods and acted as tracker on the pack's big hunts. Yet, somehow now she was alpha of a lycan pack, and instigator of the discovery of. . .yeah, that -place-. Too, she suspected there was another threat looming above the Cabal and most of all, Tenebrae. And she had to figure out a way to keep her pack members well aware of all of these things? They were all loners, in their own merry way. She'd have to think much, indeed. She rose, any semblance of a good mood fled, and nodded to Saiyah. "Good hunting." Then she was climbing those stairs again, looking for refuge in a pool of light somewhere. Gods damn the Chasm, anyway.
Deilakrion took her time in the bath. She could smell traces of her clanmates, and traces of -other- that seemed to persist in the Corpse. It made her nervous. Still, once finished she'd taken a nap, and it was then that she slowly awoke, all wounds healed and scarred over like normal. Normal. Like she'd ever been that.
Saiyah had came into the den simply to borrow some of the scented oils near the tub. As she slithered forward, she had to glance down from rubbing her red eyes to avoid running over the sleeping woman. Now paused between Deilakrion and the tub, Saiyah didnt' really know what to do now; just go for the oil, or leave.
Deilakrion startled at the form of Saiyah, cleanly coming awake in a second as she gained her feet. She was hungry, again, but let that stay in the back of her mind. "Hunter." She said it without meaning to, almost surprised to see the naga in such a place as the Corpse.
Saiyah was a hunter, but sadly, not like a hunter should be. Out side- in the wild, away from such civilized areas as a Tavern, no. She spent almost all her time here, though, with a lack of passion for the hunt now a days, who blamed her? She flexed her stomach and brought her upper half down to eye level with Deilakrion, lifing her fingers to wiggle them in a fain wave. 'Uhm, hi?' It was all her confused facial expression made as she stood there, not really sure what to do now, awkward.
Deilakrion nodded to Saiyah, studying the woman. Suddenly, Deilakrion shuddered, and she strode out into the hallway. She'd had enough experience with darkness recently, and the urge to be in bright light was unbearable.
Hallway
Saiyah watched the woman leave, and arched a brow. Odd. Shrugging her shoulders, the naga slithered forward and grabbed the few bottles of oils on the tub and began to make for the hallway once again. She had brought the bottles up to her nose and was taking in the scent as she pushed through the door.
Deilakrion was waiting for Saiyah in the hallway. She stood near the door to the Den of Vice, and stared as the door opened. There was something on her mind. Something bath and nap had not been able to mask, something that she couldn't forget. She held herself erect, the barest glimpses of some understated regal quality glimmering in her eyes. Likely a trick of the candles. She paused. She could smell something within the hallway, strong within Vice. . .and. . .she flinched. "Come. Drink with the creature downstairs." Then she was away.
Corpse
Saiyah came to an abrubt halt outside the door upstairs in the hallway, not expecting the woman to still be there. Even more, she didn't expect Deilakrion to offer for a round of drinks down stairs; she was simply going to take the oils home and get some sleep- but hey, she was never one to turn downa drink. So, happily they naga made her way down the hall and past the stairs, and right on up to Creature.
Ainissethai :A startled glance counteracts the small jump of his sudden movement, the woman instantly tensing and pressing herself as far back into the seat as it would permit. Heavily lashed lids open and close in rapid succession and words form on the vermilion stained lips, although they do not quite run over.
The wave of people was almost a relief to see. Almost. Steadman and Urghdak would be too busy in the late night bustle, so Deilakrion didn't bother to harass either. Instead, her attention remained on her impromtu guest, whom she studied in brief spurts. She pulled an empty table close to the fire, and pointed to it for Saiyah to settle at. Then she'd be making her way through the press of flesh, finding her way behind the bar and grabbing liquor as she pleased, handling it with distinct familiarity before returning to Saiyah. She'd sit, then, and the action caused her to unfocus for a second. She knew Saiyah knew other Cabal members. Knew Tenebrae. Didn't know if the naga was pack-pack. . .but to Deilakrion she was pack in the way that mattered, and well, Deilakrion had to talk to someone. Amazing, that Deilakrion would feel the need for fleshy words. She refocused upon Saiyah, and poured the drinks.
Kristos stands looking at the bar for a moment and then looks back at the female present before him. "I said he walks.. He has a form and he walks, but there is a drawback to it." as he speaks his mind races for a moment as he tries to regain focus. he pulls a bottle of dragon blood and elven blood and mixed the two, the man takes a sip and expresses a sour expression. "but his where abouts are not something that can be said around here."
Acerbus suddenly remembers why he came. He places 100 gold on the table for the damage he did on the previous night to the tavern doors. The proprietress, a female vampire named Tenebrae, had been kind to him, and in a haze of dark-rum invoked mischief, he'd sat at the baby grand piano, played a bit of Fur Elise, then staggered out the door, breaking the latch on his way. "This is for the Lady of the House. See she gets it, please." he says in a low rumble. Then he stands quickly, the air ashimmer about his head and neck, and leaves, nodding briefly to the other patrons as he passes.
Saiyah would have groaned if at all she had a voice; she didn't like large gatherings or great amounts of people. She stuck to the more..quiet places of the town, most of the time, the near-empty den upstairs. But what did she expect? This was a tavern, a place for people all around to gather, socialize and all around..crowd. So she didn't mind too much, and was glad that a table near the fire was choosen. Carefully weaving in and out of the table, chairs and people, Saiyah soon found herself coiling about an emtpy chair, patiently waiting for the drinks which she thanked Deilakrion with a nod when they came.
Shishi unconsciously bites at the inside of his cheek, this human habit practiced by a vampire leaves him with the taste of blood in his mouth. It had become a rare sight to see him bringing the children around with him when they were sleeping, and it's sure that he has at least a couple reasons for doing it tonight. He was looking for someone and while his oceanic stare scans the tavern it becomes apparent that someone wasn't Terra, though his gaze does linger on the vampiress longer than it would on any other and he surrenders a slight nod in greeting, unable to wave with arms occupied...
Wren shook his head furiously and hands rose, palm facing out, in defensive mode. "Noo! I didn't say anything!" He sighed deeply, looked to the ground, and glared at it. In rapid succession he went through the exact details of the night. This princess would understand. "You left, and she took my hand when I asked. We danced. Someone played music, but she whispered that the music in my head was better. I didn't know. I just said okay, so listen and watch. And we danced." Here he looked up a little bit, searching into the woman's face. While he wouldn't say aught of it this night, on those unique features she could likely see a questioning glance. But only for an instance, before he returned to self-centered mode. "We went around the ballroom, past banquet tables, by flicking lights in sconces. A candelabra above, an amazing band in a balcony that echoed in the room... Everyone stopped and stared. They were bad dancers. We were so good, that princess and I. I felt privileged.." he sighed deeply. "She learned to dance on the ground, and twirled. A smile, and then suddenly, everything stopped. The ballroom went away, the music died, and she stood there staring at me oddly." Grumbling and very upset, he did take notice of Shishi. Though he didn't remember him for the night-- all he had seen was a knight-- he did see the way the woman was looking at him. Frowning softly at the vampiress' face, he said, "I'll go now. Tell her I'm sorry? And she is a princess." Without a name to call -this- princess by, he would just call her that as he said his goodbyes to her. Dressed in ragged clothes but for all the world in secrecy attire, he slinked as unnoticed as possible out the door.
Deilakrion leaned forward, closer to Saiyah. She didn't particularly wish to be overheard. Around her, the general hubbub was ignored, even if she had recognized certain familiar faces with a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire. "The hunter. . .does the hunter know my pack? The Cabal?"
Ainissethai :Miraje's eyes narrow into small slits and the velvety tone that drips from her lips are not even remotely pleasant, "Drawbacks you say?" She masks the disgust that has been evoked by the concoction and she turns her attentions back onto the looming mans face, "What would those be?" She ponders for a moment whether there is a malcontented air about him, or if it was the liquor that had her nerves raw and on edge. A tiny digit gestures for him to be seated once more, as she detests having to crane her neck while speaking to someone.
Kristos looks at Miraje and smiles. "He can only walk these lands if he can get a body, evidently I am not going to say exactly how he can be brought to a solid form. but I have the plans in motion. "his eyes fill with a crimson fluid and quickly drain..
Saiyah found herself leaning in just the slightest as a quick sip was taken from her glass. She too had seen several familiar faces about, but the crowd would keep her from making any attempt to aquaint herself with them anytime soon. Instead, she was curious of the topic at hand; Cabal? Yes, she knew of Cabal- she was a part of it. A nod was given and a tug at her left sleeve so that the woman could eye the tattoo that showed what she was apart of.
Terra had followed along with the story as best as she could, though the confusion would reflect on her face, likely evident as he glanced upwards to seize her features in a questioning moment of uncertainty. Of course, she could not be mad at this man and simply nodded along with his story, pausing only to bid him farewell before he’d move away. Still unable to fully process the tale of dances and music, she’d leave it be until Caedan could be confronted, after she had assured the teenager that Wren still thought her a princess. From there, she’d move towards Shishi’s occupied table, hesitating when she was a few feet away. To mask this hesitation, she’d pretend to have spotted the gold pieces left for Tenebrae at the request of the strange man, and so she’d collect them with a mental note to pass it on. More steps were taken towards the table, hesitation unavoidable. It was then she’d notice the ties, and laugh, the first real laugh in the hours she had been without him. It lasted a few short seconds, but it was genuine and it helped ease the tension that still existed between the two after the escapades. Helped, not completely erased, unfortunately. Despite that, she’d extend arms to take one of the two sleeping children, if allowed. “I’ll take one off your hands. …if you want, that is.” Now, she’d feel silly with outstretched hands and the possibility of being denied; after all, she had been the one who led them there…
Deilakrion's mouth rounded in a bit of a baffled 'o'. Then, memory surfaced, and Deilakrion was astonished to discover that the naga was indeed pack-pack. Well, doubters be damned. Cabal really were everywhere. So she nodded. "Good." Eyed Saiyah. Then she began to talk, and though it was scattered and hesitant, her words would not be stopped or denied. She told Saiyah of the Chasm in soft tones, of the -things- she had seen down there in all their cruel splendor, and of the feeling she had about the Chaos weapon. Of the smells she'd scented in the Corpse, of Tenebrae's anxiety and anger, of the blood of a yet unknown man. She told Saiyah of what she suspected would come, and that more blood would be shed. Much, much more. When she was done talking, she slammed her glass back, gasping from its fiery purge of the words she'd had to speak. She looked miserable. "I need to talk to the fierce hunter. To. . .the others. But this creature. . ." She poured herself more from the decanter, and let her tongue rest for a few moments. "Pack has never been easy to find." She'd mutter at last, and stare at her drink as she awaited Saiyah's reply.
Ainissethai :Fully intent on extorting any details she can from the man a pleased look is plastered onto her face ebon pupils seeming to swallow any of the azure hue which would belie the pleasant manner. "Will you be the hero then? Offer your own body for that of your son?" A long nail taps its discord upon the surface of the table and silk clad elbows would come to rest against the edges, unconcerned about any stickiness that may reside from improper wiping or more likely a drunkards failure. "What are your intents?" There is a subtle tick that has sprung within the smooth cheek as she waits for him to answer and for a moment her eyes flicker from his face, brows furrowing a fleeing of recognition staining her cheeks, although her gaze is quickly bought back to the man.
Kristos looks at Miraje, and then to the dark corner and smiles as he feels the shadows around him. "I will be offering him a body with much power and strength, a pure dragon so he will have the rage of the Delavian house and well.. the strength to continue what I have set forth to him. But I need your help and the aid of two others. true and pure." with that said he looks at Miraje and nods ."Can we go somewhere to talk about the details and who we might need for this.?"
Shishi tries to hide the crack of a smile when Terra starts to laugh at his duo of neck ties. Is is happy to gain a free hand and isn't very reluctant in giving his boy up to Terra, though there was a slight bit of hesitation... He'd do his best not to hold a grudge, because even though she had led them into life threatening danger, she was also part of the reason Orange was still alive... and in his mind that was more than he could say about himself. So Yellow is handed over, badger cub and all, while Shish speaks, "Ah~ Sure Terr, here. Thanks." He cringes slightly before he asks, "So are you alright, Terr?" Knowing most, if not all her current injuries came from him...
Saiyah was interested, none the less. Tales of her recent adventurs had definatly caught her attention, and she knew that her word was not to be taken lightly. And on so many occasions had she met others, on both good and bad terms, only to find out that they were Cabal. Embarassing to say the least, to not know all of who was in a clan and not. The naga winced slightly as she took back another drink from the glass and rested her elbows atop the table, giving the idea a great deal of thought.
Deilakrion shrugged it off, and rose. "This creature. . .has much to consider." She didn't like that. She wasn't a thinker. She was a doer. She did things. Killed big beasts in the woods and acted as tracker on the pack's big hunts. Yet, somehow now she was alpha of a lycan pack, and instigator of the discovery of. . .yeah, that -place-. Too, she suspected there was another threat looming above the Cabal and most of all, Tenebrae. And she had to figure out a way to keep her pack members well aware of all of these things? They were all loners, in their own merry way. She'd have to think much, indeed. She rose, any semblance of a good mood fled, and nodded to Saiyah. "Good hunting." Then she was climbing those stairs again, looking for refuge in a pool of light somewhere. Gods damn the Chasm, anyway.