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Today was a terrible day. Or it was going to be. Keno could feel it in her veins. She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to the side. Knowing sooner or later-she'd have to prepare to move out again. Her Mother laid in the back in of a cave coughing and shivering severely. It Pained Keno inside to see such a women who decieved millions in such a state. Unknown to what was the sickness- Keno walked up to her and placed her hands in her Mothers. "Dont Worry I'll be back." With a cure. Food. And a decent place to stay in. She knew it'd all be impossible to complete such a task in one day. It didnt hurt to be hopeful though. Keno changed into some clothes she stole from an aristocrat and hid multiple weapons within her clothes. Keno took once glance at her mother, "I'll be back. I hear theres a town nearby. We could stay at an Inn or something..." She said trying to kick the negativity out of her voice. Her Mom smirked, but nodded. Keno turned away and set off walking quite proudly through the woods. After walking for a good hour, Keno was no where near a town. Or any sign of life really. The silence was nice. She took in a deep breath, but the smell of blood invaided her senses. Her eyes opened and began to scan the area. A wounded animal? She took no hesitation to find the source of blood and get some meat off of it...She walked into a clearing and noticed a Man petting a girl. And the area around them was like a bloody war scene pulled right out from a movie. What the hell? She thought as she pulled herself behind a tree. She hid herself well, and began to think of what accent she should do if she was noticed. French Dwarf I guess. She crossed her arms and stepped into the clearing and with the best manly voice she could put on she spoke fluently, "Bonjour Monsieur. I am a weary traveler. Is there a town nearby?"

Keno raised an eyebrow at the stranger. Obviously he cared little for his crime of murdering. She nodded at the man as she eyed the crest. Tempted to tell the truth of her mother, she thought back out her rules. For a moment she was quiet, thinking to herself of what to respond with. One truth wouldnt hurt? She Bit her lip. No. No one could be trusted. "Non Monsieur. I am just looking for an Inn. You best be careful before the cops come. Im sure the smell of blood reached the town they came from." She said solemly. Although, she was fully aware he knew of this. "J'em appelle est Daeron Torres. I hail from the Argonne Mountains." She said placeing her hands on her weapon. This Stranger was powerful, as the scene around them told so. Even if he meant no harm... He still couldn't be trusted. She stood firm on this.

[[J'em appelle est = My Name is]]

After Esyae had left the Fairy Queen, she went to her room in the castle. She sat down on her bed and crossed her legs, her index finger on her chin in deep thought. She then held her hand out and her staff was in her hand instantly "I think its time for a walk" she said maliciously and left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Niyatahri stopped in midstride...literally. one foot came down and she stayed like that in her abrupt stop, and her eyes clouded momentarily and turning a silverish hue as her nails seemed to lengthen momentarily. but these changes were gone in half the blink of an eye, and she slowly set the other foot down. "Yes, I have problems...but none that need concern you or get you into my private troubles. it would probably just come to more trouble..." she mentally kicked herself since it sounded hurtful, so she added some extra truth into her next words. "some things are just better left alone, if not understood....less die that way." eyes sad as she remembered the mess she had found her caring and good parents in, the memory of the blood seemed to be real.

eyes looking towards the forest, she realized the scent of blood was VERY real...and nearby since it didn't take any breeze for her to smell it. "s**t..." she muttered, not caring if samantha was confused by her next actions. she went into a blurring sprint, seeming to cover at least a yard, maybe three, with each bouncy but graceful stride.

getting into the forest, she resumed normal human walking speed and saw a man with his head on what seemed to be a child's head, except by the markings and innocently sly look in her eyes Niyatahri recognized the child as a Kitsune. She also saw what looked to be a man in rich clothes, speaking french. But the "man" smelled of sickness, just as the last of the Kitsune's comment that the born lycanthrope had heard. She blinked as if surprised, making herself breathe as if slightly winded from her run as she looked around and the other two girls and man....and the dead bodies whose smell almost knocked her out until she regained mental discipline. before she did so, niyatahri had let out a small groan, and seemed to pale beneath the tan she gained from spending most of her life outdoors and in the wild. she grabbed at a tree for balance, her nostrils flaring before she resumed normality....for any person seeming to be an elf.

"what all happened here?" she asked quietly, her ears picking up interesting scent coming off of everyone, and her Empathy picking up mixed signals. the dwarf was blocking something off and hidden, but was hurting inside and had a fire burning, determined to burn the small insecurity she was feeling. more than that she couldn't be sure, except for the at-the-moment act that had to go on. that she could understand, being rare among a rare species. the man seemed sort of self-satisfied, with a darker cold edge that niyatahri was careful of, the feeling like a cold burning scent to her nose. and the kitsune? a kitsune was a kitsune, almost as sensitive as the strongest lycanthropes, and she didn't worry about the girl so much; if she was pissed at the young lycanthrope for whatever reason, she would come to it when she wished. if not, then niyatahri would probably just be ignored...except if she seemed interesting, like her scent may suggest. she had her breathing slow down, as if recovering, and she leaned on the tree, looking nonchalant with her arms crossed as she waited for an answer. she hadn't realized that her very presence may have set off hints as to who, or maybe just what she was. for example, the very fluid movements she had that was like an elf more than a human, as well as her height and flat muscular body. not to mention the woodsy spicy scent she couldn't ever get rid of, only make faint to be nearly nonexistant except to super-sensitive weres and lycos. she didn't worry about that though, even as her own scent rose to her nostrils from her body's higher-than-normal heat.

(im getting ignored....lol. and no offense, but your french is faulty...taking it now. Je m'appelle (name here) and you would say Ma mere est malade...you don't need to stick "the" in there, Je is "i" and mere needs feminine agreement ^^ hope that helped...like i said, im taking french, and i just noticed these things d: if i offended you, sorry sweatdrop just wanted to tell you...)

niyatahri rubbed the tip of her right ear as she watched what was going on, and shook her head. "sickness should never be taken lightly...there is one back the way i came, but they only have two businesses that cane provide healing items, goods or services for all kinds. sadly, one has gone out of business but some of the merchandise is still there..." she said, the one she spoke about the older man who had been friends with her parents.

niyatahri nodded slowly, her mental discipline keeping her from puking and then passing out at the strong sense of the blood. damn head trauma... she thought, thinking wryly of how she became a super-lyco "a bit more than mere annoyance,yes?" she replied wryly, her lips twisting up at the sides. she rubbed the tip of her ear again, a nervous habit she indulged in to show minor stress. an actual stress signal for her was grumbling under her breath, in what sounded like animal sounds and growls. but the only time she would do this...would be when she was about to shift and possibly go berserk. in other words, she only did that when pressed beyond control. she just shrugged. "I can help...i have knowledge of herbs and of their many different uses..." she nodded to alkerai "...as im sure so do you. but i lived in a...somewhat unique environment that allowed for some special plants. and my parents enjoyed gardening, so i know of the care of some of these plants as well..." she added, not really a truth. her parents HAD been good gardeners, but not of the special plants she could call up from the ground with her still new and raw magic abilities that made her seem more elvish than lycanthrope

((xD No Offence taken. :3 Infact it helped actually. Im taking Two languages in school. Sometimes I get them mixed up. XD Spanish and French. But they're both similar to some words so sometimes I may combine it. xD But the crit. Helped. =3 ))

Keno looked at the strangers. They where just appearing like herself. "Its really no need!" She said waving her hand up and down, a bit of a spazz pattern. "I just need the herbs...and such!" These guys could be cops, showing them her mother was pretty much setting them up as live bait. She looked at the new girl, Her eyes scanned her. She too wondered what race she was. Normally Keno could tell right off from the way they talked, or small physical features. "Since you know much about Herbs..the both of you. Perhaps I can tell you what her symptoms are..and you can show me the way to obtain the herbs. And were all good!" Keno wanted to get out of here fast. The feeling of insecurity was biting her all over.

Keno raised an eyebrow. She kept going on with her disguise though. "Ah..Fever...Sore throat...And Chicken-pox like bumps on her skin. I believe it to be serious." She said nodding worriedly. She stopped in mid nod, and wanted to punch herself. Another truth. Seriously? She was going to get sick herself if she kept up with this pace.