Let's pick up where we left off...

[Ciarnait]

Greetings old friends... ;D

For those of you who remember the first Anima di Oggi, things have changed..

Back then, The Pack lived to serve Isabella Rastafari and her Clan "First Blood". Seb was in Rome, as requested by Isabella while Ciarnait was left behind in Sydney, in charge of keeping guard of the Warehouse. (anyone interested in reading any of the old threads is welcome to check out the realm in ARCHIVES. ;D )

The meeting in Rome did not go according to plan. The leaders of the Vampire Clans were attacked by an unknown enemy and many of them were killed. Isabella barely escaped with her life with the assistance of Seb. She has been severely wounded and Seb is bringing her home to Sydney and the safety of the Pack. Unbeknownst to them, The Warehouse has been attacked again, this time Ciarnait was powerless against the dynamite that burnt her home to the ground. On her way to save Rose, Ciarnait was thrown hundreds of metres by a particularly large blast and awoke many hours later under a pile of rubble. Though she searched for three nights for any sign of Rose, Nachni or Rory, Ciarnait is alone.. at least for now.

During her latest hunt through the destruction for any sign of Rose or the remaining members of her Pack, Ciarnait hears a ringing and follows the sound until she finds her cell phone. When she finally answers it, Seb is so angry at her for not answering sooner he barks an order at her to pick them up from the airport before hanging up on her before she can tell him what has happened.

Weary, wounded and alone, Ciarnait drags herself off to the Taxi Rank and hails a cab to get her to the airport. Unable to pay her fare, she kills the driver quickly, parks the cab and goes inside to meet Seb and Isabella...

And so the story continues.....

Any players wishing to resurrect their roles from the origional plot are more than welcome to do so. ;D Please keep in mind the new plot development and play your character accordingly. Any new players wishing to bring characters in are asked to contact myself first to discuss your Character and role in the current plot before posting an introduction. Characters available would be Vampires, Lycans or Humans. It is suggested that new players read through the old threads in the origional plot to learn about the different Clans before creating your Character.

[subwolfer]

Airports, An aggravated cluster of protocols, normally causing nothing short of sheer irritation for the Alpha wolf at the irrational herding of its passengers. Perhaps it was the fact that each checkpoint pecked at his already thin line of patience, Or an overall feeling of loss of control as he felt no more then a sheep, lined up to be checked by man and machine then ushered through to the next stage of inspection.

This time however, the airport weighed very little upon his mind, as his focus was souly upon getting Isabella promptly back into the protection of The Pack. Temper surviving commanding bureaucracy long enough to claim luggage and assist Isabella toward the front of the airport.

Flipping open his cell with little more then an applied flick of his free hand he awaits an answer. Patience already dissipated to the point where it almost ceased to exist. An eternity of ringing echoing through his mind in the mere minutes to took for Ciarnait to answer the phone.

A low almost animalistic growl, rumbled in the base of his throat that was silenced hearing the voice upon the other end. Hearing the distress in Ciarnait's voice, but his own worries seemed to fail to register such as he gave the command for her to pick them up before disconnecting the call and making his way back over toward Isabella to let her know someone from the pack should be arriving shortly.

Awaiting the arrival of their pre made accommodations at the front of the airport. After a few minutes an audible sigh of anxiety would breached Sebs lips, before his amber gaze sweeps across airport lobby. Finally catching the gaze of Ciarnait. Claiming both his and Isabellas luggage from the ground and starting toward the door.

Heading off the conversation without giving the other a chance. "Before you start," He begins, "A lot has happened, We need to get Isabella back home pronto. She is hurt and we need to have her under our protection" Details eluded the public moment and would be best spoke in private upon the drive home, or so he assumed.

[sabis]

(If you want me out, feelf ree to tell me so I can delete and maybe re-enter later)

'The shadows. Not a city in the world isn't filled with them, providing thousands, sometimes millions of secret accessways and passages for the keen of eye and fleet of foot. Even in broad daylight, a skilled person can make his way through any town he wants without being seen with enough patience, timing, and agility. Sabis is one such person.'

'In his explorations of this city, he finds something not TOO uncommon, a dead body, examining it reveals three major peices of information to the honed ranger skills he posseses. First, he was killed recently, within twenty minutes of his arrival. Second, he was a cab driver, killed for the cab and not a mugging as his wallet is still on his person, with his medallion badge still inside. Third, and most interesting to him, he was killed by a Lycanthrope of some sort, he can't tell which breed specificly, but he can smell animal in the backgrounds of this scene, and not a pet or an attack animal, but mixed in with the distinctly female scent in the air, and the scent of dried blood not belonging to the cab driver.'

'He looks over his shoulder to Imowen, his hawk, his eyes in the sky and his scout for when he cannot get a good hiding spot, and she flies off as he restores the scene to it's doncition before he searched it, then rushes off to a small alleyway not far from the airport, near where he found the body, and hides himself, awaiting the return of his faithful companion. Of course, hiding won't matter much except from human detection. He knows that any supernatural being within half a mile of him KNOWS he's here. WHile the typical member of his race can only detect each other in such a manner, he is one of the few whose aura is detectable by other creatures of magical nature, and while unless they've met one of his kind before they are not likely to know WHAT they sense, they will know where he is relative to themselves.'

[Ciarnait]

(No sabis.. the more the merrier! Welcome aboard.)

(( Posting as Both Isabella and Ciarnait in this post..))

*Isabella felt too tired and wounded to care much about the goings on at the airport. Leaving the baggage claim to Seb, she wearily lowered herself down to rest upon the dark purple chair in the waiting area while Seb placed a call to the Pack. Pressing her ribs carefully, she winced as she let out a long low breath. Majority of her wounds had already started to heal, the cuts and bruises that were so evident when she left Rome had now healed and faded to nothing. Her internal injuries would take a few more days to heal however, and she sighed as she thought of her comfortable bed at the Warehouse and the comforting sight of her beloved Rose.

Looking up in time to see Ciarnait arrive, Isabella could tell by the girls appearance and countenance that she was clearly distressed. Seb of course seemed immune to this and continued barking his order to Ciarnait.

Ciarnait opened her mouth to tell Seb what has happened, but snapped it shut quickly as she looked around. Being in a humanly dominated area such as this, members of the Enemy could be all around them, and assuming this group is responsible for the latest attack on the Warehouse, Ciarnait doesn’t want to take any chances. Mumbling an answer and nodding at Seb, she offered Isabella a hand to help her rise. Isabella accepted gratefully and the two began to make their way slowly towards the exit. Outside, she sniffed the air around her. Something was different to when she had arrived. The arrival of another being, not quite human, but not like herself. A quick glance around showed her nothing however, and she knew they had to get Isabella to safety, fast.

Once out in the carpark, Ciarnait helped Isabella to lay down in the back seat, before slipping into the drivers seat. Once Seb was seated in the passenger seat, she turned to look at him, her dark orbs blazing angrily at him, warning him not to dare interrupt her. Now was her turn to speak.

~We have a problem. One I could’ve told you about on the phone if you hadn’t been such a prick. Four days ago there was another attack on the Warehouse. They had explosives, I couldn’t stop them.. I tried.. I realy did.. but I got blown away myself on the way to help Rose. The Warehouse has been destroyed.. nothing but a pile of rubble. There is no sign of the others… not even Rose..~ she turned around to see Isabella’s reaction. Their vampire queen merely gritted her teeth and tried to quell the rage building inside of her. Taking a deep breath Ciarnait continued.

~We have nowhere to go. I… don’t know what to do..~ she fell silent, trying to stop the tears that threatened to fall. Seb would never allow her to express such weakness, especially in front of Isabella.

The vampire rose from the backseat, her icy blue eyes burning a feral amber as she panted through parted dark lips that revealed the tips of her fangs. Growling, she spoke in a low, dangerous tone.

~Quit your whimpering girl. Do you forget about the Opera House? I have a place there.. I am sure the three of us can stay there for a while before we tear each others throats out… I need to rest..~ she winced, hating herself for feeling so weak.

~ A few nights at most… then.. we shall go after those that robbed us of our home. I can find Rose.. of that I am certain. As for the other members of the Pack..~ she looked to Seb. ~ That will be YOUR responsibility…~ Falling back on the seat, gasping for breath, she held her broken ribs. ~Drive Ciarnait.. to the Opera House. Pull up at the back. This time of night Derek will be on guard duty.. I’ll do the talking once we get there… for now.. just drive..~


She fell silent as Ciarnait nodded and cast a sideways glance at Seb before starting the Taxi. The Opera House was only a twenty minute drive from the airport, depending on traffic, but she still dreaded the drive across the Harbour Bridge. Sydney drivers were notorious for their crazy driving skills and Ciarnait was used to one of the other Pack members driving her around. She thought of asking Seb to drive, but another quick glance in his direction deterred her from that idea. With a deep sigh, Ciarnait manoeuvred the car out of the car park and onto the long road ahead. *

[subwolfer]

Offering assistance with the luggage as he claims it from the ground once more and carries it away from the constant, never ceasing clutter of noise and movement that is the airport.

The exit of the building would be where the two worlds seemed to merge into a montage. A light breeze carrying with it the scents of the real world. Yet not forgoing the endless noise and movements traces of people, even at this time of night, would still continue to arrive and depart.

A cold chill almost causing the hairs upon the back of his neck to stand on end before canting hi head toward the east, Eyes Holding steadily upon the darkness for a mere moment as if a sixth sense detected an unknown presence. An aura in which he lacked familiarity with. Holding a piercing gaze upon the night for but a brief moment before his attention diverted back toward the parking structure as he continued toward it.

Upon the arrival at the parking structure, Seb would make quick work of securing their belongings within the trunk. Watching Ciarnait help Isabella into a laying position. Truth be told, he was almost happy to be home, although he would never admit that, and such happiness was to be short lived as he saw the serious look upon Ciarnaits face as he entered the passenger seat.

Listening to the story with a certain stoic gaze. An almost detachment from reality would spare no emotions to the horrid details laid before him, His pack, His home, His Family, All Destroyed and / or missing.

His own response cut off before it started as he heard the words from Isabella. He knew his place and would neither question, nor reiterate any part of Isabellas words. For to do so, would suggest that either he felt more needed to be said, or would question the validity of her words. Either of these would be a dangerous trifle in the current situation.

Giving a single nod, in agreement to Isabellas delegation of finding the whereabouts of the pack. Then sitting back in his seat, Eyes drawing closed as he surrenders his gaze to silent contemplation upon finding the location of the other werewolves.

[sabis]

'The hidden old man waits patiently for news from his feathered ally, knowing she will find out more information from the sky then he could otherwise, without notice. She reports back to him as soon as the three enter their car and begin to drive, describing in as much detail as her limited speach capacity of chirps and body language will allow. He strokes her head and feeds her a small peice of jerky and then sets off, but not before taking a moment of meditation. He knows he's going to be following those who can sense his presence, and he must combat the effect. He reduces his aura, cutting it down to barely a quarter of normal strength, only about two hundred yards, but the cost is going to be heavy if he gets into a fight. Without time to meditate and slowly bring his strength back up he'll be vulnerable, and he is without the vast majority of his spells, though the list is small the power they'll draw from him will be vastly heavier then normal.'

'With that he gives chase, over rooftops and through alleyways, Imowen keeping him on course and out of both sight and range of the car. He crosses a street only moments after they had driven by, taking a moment in the unoccupied and dim road to sniff the air, discerning his prey. He speaks to himself, his voice a low whisper, distinctly Gaelic in accent, something one would not hear typicly anywhere in the world today.' Three of them, one male, two female. Male is canine, as is one female. The third... cold. Perhaps vampire, or silver dragon in human form. I'll have to be careful...

'He resumes his tracking, speed and agility working with the environment to allow him to keep pace with the car as he can bypass red lights and turns in navigation to stay right with the moving vehicle.'

[Peregrine Daniels]

Peregrine Daniels had seen better days. His usually well kept hair was scruffy and knotted. He hadn’t shaved in a week and his military jumper was stretched, torn and dirty. By his side was a tall and lean man, devilishly handsome, he walked with an animalistic lumber. His very short hair was an unusual color a dark rusty red. He smiled, contrasting Perry’s natural frown.

Peregrine had his phone to his ear, he was talking rapidly in Japanese, Rory couldn’t understand a word, but he knew what it was about, he only spoke to one person in Japanese. Perry said goodbye and slid his finger against the screen of his phone and locked it.

‘It’s done. Tore them apart...’

Rory grinned, it was the boldest move The Enemy had ever tried, and it looked like they actually got away with it. The meeting of the clan leaders was attacked. The warehouse was destroyed, the Vampire underworld was in chaos, the rules were different now, everything would change.

‘We still don’t know how many we took out in the process, Isabelle is unaccounted for, We know Seb survived, we picked up Ciarnait’s trail she survived the attack... Rose... Rose is a whole other story.’

Rory growled deep from his gut at the mention of his ex pack members.

‘Is Rose still alive?’

He asked through a growl, his blue eyes had turned a deep amber.

‘If you can call it that and that’s exactly how we’re going to keep her...’

Perry’s phone chirped and vibrated in his hand. A text message, he read slowly.

‘Shit...’

He said quietly, stopping mid step. It was late, but Sydney was still bustling, as it always did, completely unaware of the danger that lurked in its infinite shadows.

‘Isabella has been spotted getting off a plane in Sydney, She’s with Seb and Ciarnait’

Rory cracked his knuckles and growled.

‘So? how’s it any different...’

Perry navigated through his phone, trying to find a number.

‘This is different Rory, Isabella is not going to take this lying down, she’ll be out for blood like never before. She knows who’s responsible for the attacks, she has to. Once she finds out Rose is missing...’

Perry found the number he needed, he pressed the phone against his ear and waited.

‘Lara? I want The Enemy to disband, every cell in every country is shutting down, we’re going underground.’

[Zarick Gunn]

Zarick wasn't quite sure what had happened, but he knew who was responsible. The enemy had attacked him and the rest of the clan leaders while they were in Benito's residence. Unsure of the state of the other leaders, Zarick was determined to bring this fight to a whole new level. Surely the Enemy wouldn't know who was dead and who was alive, thus allowing for quite a bit of misdirection. Retaliation would have to wait, he needed to recover from the narrow scrape he had. Luckily, Zarick had brought two of his more adept Vampires to Italy with him, otherwise it may have been an entirely different story getting out of the damned country.

After an excruciatingly long flight, the Annex clan leader was back on his own soil. Zarick was having trouble focusing on anything other than striking back at the Enemy while they were surely celebrating the success they had. Once outside the group met with their ride back to the playhouse. One of the men that had escorted Zarick out of Italy relieved the driver, the other took up shotgun. When the previous driver vacated the seat, Zarick was pleased to see it was the beautiful Sara. Dropping himself into the back of the car, Zarick let out a long breath he was obviously sore.

"What happened to you?" Sara questioned as she felt along his battered body. "We were attacked, now we must get the clan together to plan our retaliation." Once the group arrived at the Playhouse, Zarick would fill the clan in on what had transpired in Rome before retiring to his room for rest.

[Ciarnait]

*Ciarnait sighed with relief as the Opera House came into view. She was tired, had a headache and wanted some time alone with Seb. Of course, her first duty was to Isabella, and she followed her directions to the letter as she pulled up out back and watched as Isabella rose with a wince from the back seat.

Without waiting for Seb to open the door for her, Isabella was quickly out of the car and approaching the security station. Her walk, and the way she held herself, did nothing to betray her inner pain as she quickly spoke to the guard on duty. From the car, Ciarnait could not hear what was being said, but as she watched Isabella walk back to the car, she knew from her leaders face that she wasnt happy with what the guard had said. Soon Isabella was back in her seat.

~Drive on Ciarnait...~ she sighed wearily. ~ There has been no sign of Rose. I had hoped she would know to come here to wait for me.. but alas.. no..~Ciarnait nodded, opened her mouth to say something, and then thought better of it. She cast a glance towards Seb but he failed to meet her gaze. Sighing, Ciarnait pulled up at the back entrance and parked the car. She was at the back door to help Isabella out of the car, only to have the vampire wave her away angrily.

~I am not an invalid Ciarnait.. I am perfectly capable of..~ that was as far as she got before she passed out.

Ciarnait managed to catch her before she fell and she yelled out for Seb to help her. Finally they got up the stairs and through the back hallways to Isabella's secret sanctuary. Though it was quite large as it had been an old prop warehouse, there was little room for a vampire and two werewolves to stay more than a few days without tearing each other into pieces. Ciarnait arranged Isabella carefully in her bed, before closing the door to her room and looking at Seb expectantly.

~Now what?~ she asked. *

[sabis]

'He's fast. Between his own tracking and the eyes in the sky provided by his companion, he manages to keep up with the car and trace it all the way to their warehouse. The guards are easy to spot, avoiding them, however, could prove a better test. He scouts the guard positions, and notes the lack of direct observation of the warehouse roof, then sends Imowen to the northeast corner. He sneaks his way around to the northwest corner, then bides his time while he waits for Imowen to find the perfect moment.'

'That moment comes afew minutes later, maybe four to five, and the Hawk lets loose a shrill cry, a hunting call, loud and clear to distract the guards. Nobody doesn't look when they hear such a magnificient bird let loose it's voice, and Sabis only needed afew seconds. He leaps the ten or eleven yards across the buildings, having a slight height advantage from the building he is on, and rolls to position on the warehouse roof. Other then the soft thud of the landing, he keeps his steps soft, as quiet as he can, as he searches for a rooftop entrance he can exploit to gain access without notice.'

[Rory Connery]

Rory was an individual. For the first time in his life, he was on his own. He wasn’t another cog in the machine, He wasn’t a slave. A lapdog. True, he was working for Peregrine, the enemy, but he wasn’t a slave, he was free to do whatever he chose, and doing the right thing for the first time in his life felt good. Rory had done some truly horrible things in his time, ripping people to shreds, woman and children, there was distinction, there was only prey. But he wasn’t an animal; not really, he had a human thinking brain and soul. Those days were over, and he felt good about it. He’d protect his new friend with every ounce of his strength.

‘So we’ve gone underground, now what? Where are we going?’

Perry put his phone in his pocket; he was looking for something, squinting at the surrounding buildings.

‘It’s not far from here, you wouldn’t believe me if I told you’.

Rory sighed and followed after Perry, they both knew Sydney like the back of there hands, Rory grew up on the streets and Sydney was Peregrines home of operations for the last couple of years. Eventually they ended up on the outskirts of the city. They headed towards an old abandoned building; Perry scaled the fence expertly while Rory easily leapt over it, his skin changing properties slowly as he returned to a more human form.

‘I don’t know how you do it, I can barley keep up and I’m a god damned Werewolf’.

Rory said scratching his head and following after Perry once again. Rory smelt the air and hesitated.

‘This place smells weird… like a territory… it’s not right’.

Perry turned around and smiled.

‘That’s what she wants you to think, we’re visiting a witch’.

He said with a grin. Rory scoffed loudly.

‘Bullshit, there’s no such thing’.

They walked around the perimeter of the building; there was a small shed around the back, almost hidden by overgrown shrubbery and small bushy trees. Rory growled softly under his breath, his form began to change again, soft long shaggy red fur sprang from his forearms, his rust coloured hair, grew longer and his mouth was suddenly crammed full of long sharp teeth.

‘That’s debatable… to be precise, she’s known as Hoodoo Priestess, there are few things in this world that scare the undead, she’s one of them.’. Rory nervously followed Perry, towering over his protectively, his long dark claws clenches and unclenched.

They made it to the front of the shed; Perry could make out red markings all over the front door, beautiful elaborate symbols in fading paint. No… blood, animal blood Rory could smell it. Perry knocked on the tin door and waited patiently. The door was pushed open from the opposite side with a resistant grunt. A young African woman with soft coffee coloured skin appeared on the other side. Rory assumed she was the daughter of whoever Perry wanted to visit; she only looked about seventeen, eighteen at the most. She had long braided hair that finished just above her waist. Her hands were painted with bright red henna that travelled up her thin arms.

‘Peregrine… it’s been a long time’

She said with a grin, she leaned forward and stood on her tip toes, she kissed Peregrine on the forehead leaving a scarlet red mark from her painted lips. She looked like a supermodel, she was beautiful, her eyes were a pale blue.

‘Come in my friend’

She said gently, smiled at Rory over Perry’s shoulder, they followed her in; both of the men were tall and had to lean forward to get through the doorway. The small shed was nothing but a handmade staircase that deep into the earth, candles were lit on each step. Above them hundreds of small animal bones hung in different coloured thread from the ceiling.

‘This is Rory; he’s a new member of The Enemy’.

The woman made a small noise with her tongue.

‘He’s very handsome, he smells like the moon and wet dog’.

Rory didn’t know what to make of that, but Perry smiled in the darkness, they made there way down the staircase.

‘This is Ice, Hoodoo priestess.’

Rory reverted to fully human form.

‘Ice as in frozen water?’

Ice giggled softly.

‘No, Ice as in Supreme Goddess, its Africanhausa’.

They reached the end of the staircase and were led into a huge underground cavern, rock and clay and stone. Candles illuminated the cave; corridors were carved into the stone, leading into different directions. Painted on the floor was a huge red pentagram. A marble statue of Kali loomed over the three of them.

‘Welcome to my house Rory, welcome to Africa’.

[subwolfer]

After assisting the unconscious Isabella to her bed an audible sigh would breach his lips. So quickly the world can turn from orderly to chaos. Still feeling the hairs at the back of his neck standing on end As if alerted to some unknown presence., A feeling that had taken grasp shortly after the airport exit. Perhaps they had been followed, or perhaps it was just insanity pecking at the back of his mind.

Gaze falling upon Ciarnaits expecting eyes, Feigning a smile of reassurance. "For now, we need to make sure that Isabella is safe. Secondly we need to find Rose and the Pack" His words were direct, though doing no more then simply reiterating the obvious." Reaching a single hand out to Ciarnaits. Taking her hand within his own as his gaze holds steadily upon her eyes. Words rolling out steadily to try and reassure her "Look, It'll be fine. Lets focus more on what needs to be done, rather then what has already happened. I just need you to stay focused. " he says. Another mock smile would pull and settle upon his lips.

Casting a gaze back toward the door. A light worry toyed his mind apparent only within his eyes to someone who knew him well enough. He wanted to know the rest of his pack was okay. He wanted to set out to check on them. But the persistent feeling of another presence would keep him by Isabella and Ciarnaits side. "We need to stay here for the night. " he starts before returning his gaze back to Ciarnait " tomorrow, we will search out for the rest of the pack, And Rose. "

[Ciarnait]

*Ciarnait nodded as her tongue flickered out to lick her full lips anxiously. Her head was being pulled in so many different directions, not to mention her heart. Her first loyaly would forever be to her fellow pack members. Having them scattered like this, with no word on their safety or whereabouts was doing her head in. Grateful for Seb's hand in hers, she squeezed it as if seeking reassurance that he was realy here standing in front of her. The pressence of Isabella, so close yet far enough away in her room, reminded her of her allegiance to the First Blood Clan however, and all that it entailed. She knew that whatever Seb decided to do tonight, she would have to stay with Isabella. Despite being a powerful vampire, she was weak currently, and incredibly vulnerable without her Pack to protect her. Ciarnait knew that other members of the Pack, in particularly Rory, would say to leave her to rot but Ciarnait took her duty seriously, as she knew that Seb did as well. She sighed a deep sigh of relief when Seb told her he would be staying the night as well.

Gazing at him now, she knew that he was worried. Though he tried to reassure her that her own worries were in vain, she knew that he shared her concerns. She moved closer to him, taking her own hand around her back, so that if he did not pull away, his own hand clasped in hers would now be snaked around her back. Pressing her body up against his, she drew him into a hug as she rested her head on his broad chest. She closed her eyes as she listened to the sound of his strong beating heart, the sound soothing her fears and making her own heartbeat quicken in response.

~I am glad that you are staying with us Seb... I do not think I could stand to be alone.. not tonight..~

She had tried to be tough while he was away. He had left her in charge, and it was a role she had taken seriously. But now that he was back, it was so nice to have him here again. Someone she could lean on.

Her heightened senses detected another presence, and she wondered if she had imagined the sound of a soft thud she just heard, as though something or someone had just landed on the roof nearby. Seb's warm body pressed against hers however, diverted her attention for a moment and she sighed as she raised her head slightly so that her lips were now close to his neck. She wondered what it would be like to be a vampire... to bite someone on the neck and drain their blood. She could see his vein throbbing in his neck, and impulsively allowed her tongue to flicker out and taste his skin.

It seemed like an enternity since last she had tasted Seb in any shape or form, and in truth she supposed it had been. His icy countenance towards her since his return from Rome would normally have kept her at arms length, but tonight she needed to feel his warmth. Deciding to risk retribution, rejection or a mixture of both, Ciarnait began to nuzzle his neck, covering it with soft hot little kisses.

~Tell me Seb..~ she breathed into his ear. ~Did you miss me in Rome? Even a little? Did you think of me while you were gone... ? ~

Outside, a soft rain began to fall, the sound of nearing thunder the only warning of the storm that would soon be unleashed. *[/b]

[sabis]

Excellant. 'That's all he wispers to himself when the rain begins. His cloak keeps him dry, though it will weigh him down as it gets moist, but the rain is the perfect cover for him. taking slow, delicate steps around the roof with the rain as cover make it easy for him to find a broken air conditioner unit that was already opened for repairs, and never closed for whatever reason. He pulls off the fan and waits for a crackle of thunder to set it, soft as he can, on the roof, then he waits. In the rain.'

'Another crack of thunder and flash of light has him inside the duct work, and with a patience unknown to the mortal races he moves oh so agononizingly slowly towards a vent, pulling off the metal frame and dropping to the floor of the warehouse after scoping it out, and finding this room empty. He lands almost silently, except for his drenched cloak slapping against the floor, and he leaves not a mark or footprint... except for the slight trail of dampness that not even his keen, but still mostly human, vision sees as he stalks through the warehouse, scouting for the car and it's new owners.'

[subwolfer]

The rain starting lightly as it strummed over the rooftop in a serene melody. The calm before the storm, perhaps as the old saying goes. Standing before Ciarnait, tall, calm, collected. All these things attempting to further reassure her through body language.

Returning the light squeeze to her hand and offering a smile to his pack mate. "It'll be okay" He vocalizes his reassurance while she moves closer, His hand still within hers finding its way around Ciarnaits back. His opposite hand would almost instinctively mirror the motions of the first even without the aid of her hand. Both arms wrapping around the small of her back, feeling the head against his chest as he nosed through the top of her hair. His keen sense of smell, that which accompanied the feral side of his bloodline, drank forth the scents of his pack mate as he would hold her close.

Feeling her tongue searing down its moist warmth over the flesh of his neck. His form relaxing alittle more to the sensitive touch. Although there was still something unsettling about the presence that he felt, an uneasy feeling that refused to pass. Attempting to shrug off such lack of comfort, refusing to give place it in this moment of serenity.

"Of course" The words to answer Ciarnaits question rolled out without hesitation. "There were many places in Rome I knew you would have loved to have seen. And perhaps part of me wished you were there to show you." Words spilling out effortlessly, Almost as if awaiting the question even before it was asked. Truth be told, he did think of her, he thought of all of his pack. But the knowledge that Ciarnait was alittle jealous of his trip did further fuel the thoughts of her while in Rome.

Resting his head against the side of hers, eyes closing, surrendering sight to other senses. Nosing lightly through her hair as he he exhales a warm breath through the darkened strands before drinking forth another breath of her scent. His hand releasing hers for the moment as it fingertips would caress up the center of her back.

A long trail of his hand across her back would finish over the top of her shoulder before reclaiming its touch gently under her chin as he attempts to guide her head up in a soft motion so that her gaze would meet his own golden orbs as he reopened his eyes. "It'll be okay" His words would reiterate upon eye contact. Repeating himself wasn't something Seb would do often, Perhaps a sign of his own plight. Unable to shake the feeling of the other presence as it seemed to still plague his mind.