Sydney Headquarters

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*Mikail stood in a lap with his frayed lab coat tossed on the back of a chair in favor of a white lab coat, the room has stacks of papers in various places and things placed in a vary particular way, but to anyone but Mikail it would appear to be complete chaos. He was taking his time on this experiment carefully titrating this solution. There was a particularly fragrant powder, as well as a substance that caused a massive amount of skin irritation. Both on there own very useful, but the smell would give the substance away if used as a poison, and the reaction to skin makes it bad for cosmetic purposes. He got this sample from deep in the forest canopies of Brazil and was quite excited to attempt to make a synthetic out of it. He finished the neutralization and placed it under a hood to evaporate off the liquid while capturing the gas in another container. This process would take a long time, he sat a timer for the heat pad and took off his lab coat placing it on the chair in favor of his blue jean jacket which he slide on. This was his private lab he could do in it as he pleased and he often did, but all for the good of the First Blood. He originally did not have a real clan just an ideology. He looked around with a small sigh he could not remember how long it had been since he started working for this group. Capitalists he had given in at last, he disliked it but he was here. It was a place to stay, food, shelter, a safe haven. He could not ever openly complain besides he got along fine with most of the people here for the most part. He exited the lab locking it; it had fingerprint and key combination that he changed daily. He had an algorithm that it went off, but only he knew. He looked around to see if he saw anyone in the hall way.*

[Isabella Rastafari]

Description of The Sydney Headquarters of the First Blood Clan:

Situated in Sydney’s historic “Rocks” area, the headquarters are located in a secluded area near Sydney Harbour. Consisting of three different buildings all connected by underground tunnels, the main part of the Headquarters is a large abandoned warehouse backing onto the beach at the bay, there is also a small colonial homestead that has three stories of small cramped bedrooms where the clan members may sleep or store their wares. Behind both these buildings, and separated by several yards of unused overgrown land, is a large marketplace area that has been converted to house First Bloods many pharmaceutical labs as well as Roses private laboratory.

The warehouse:

Truly enormous in size, the warehouse has only one point of visible entry. A large sliding door made of corrugated iron. This door is chained and padlocked as well as being guarded day and night by what appears to be nothing more than a garden gnome lying in a patch of weeds to the left of the doorway. The few windows that are visible from the front of the building are boarded shut and if anyone should look upon the building from the outside, it would look exactly as it should: as an abandoned warehouse.

Inside, there is a large open reception area featuring a dozen rectangular and square oak tables as well as nearly a hundred chairs clad in a deep red velvet. This is the main meeting area, and as such has a large plasma screen T.V mounted on one wall at the back of the meeting hall. There is also a podium, microphone and projector stored neatly in one corner, should the need arise for either of these three items. To the left is a large bar area, featuring an impressive sound and light system, with four different pool tables, a pinball machine and a skill tester game. These items have only been recently acquired by the lady of the house Isabella after she “secured a deal” with a local barkeep. The bar is well stocked with any liquor known to man or vampire and is carved from a deep dark mahogany. The other end of the warehouse is made up entirely of Isabella’s living quarters. This area is completely out of bounds to any vampire, unless personally invited by Isabella. Although an unused portion of the attic at the Sydney Opera House is Isabella’s chosen home these days, an underground tunnel leading back to the warehouse from the Opera House means that she is never far from home.

The Homestead:

A three storey brick building comprising of fifty small, cramped rooms. Some vamps of higher ranking (such as Rose and Anain) have single rooms, while others sleep in bunk beds from floor to ceiling.

The Marketplace:

A long wide corridor runs between two separate large laboratories featuring top of the range equipment. One lab is specifically for pharmaceutical uses, while the other houses equipment designed for more arcane science. A trap door hidden at the end of the corridor leads down to Roses Lab, which runs the entire length and width of the Marketplace above it.

[Rose Rastafari]

-Cozily curled and radiating the lazy superiority of a feline, Rose Rastafari lounged in characteristic fashion on the daybed occupying the rear corner of the spacious lab she called home. A thin robe of rich burgundy silk left little to the imagination, dropping in a steep v-neck, tied at the waist with a belt of like material and draping midway down her firm thighs. So few were permitted in this area of the First Blood’s headquarters that the need to dress more appropriately was far outweighed by the need to stay comfortable in the perpetual warmth of her personal quarters.

Rose petal incense blended smoothly with the scents of the herbs and brews housing every counter, shelf and other flat surface in sight. The resulting intoxicating fragrance and dim lighting gave what served as a scientific laboratory the feel of a witch’s lair; still, a great number of the concoctions created there left in the form of prescription and over-the-counter remedies for conditions ranging from mild afflictions to terminal illnesses. The less public of her potions were some of the most potent poisons known to man and vampire alike and were strewn carelessly among her own cures for insomnia and nausea. All over the lab various colored liquids simmered, chilled, or sat open in preparation for bottling and use, whatever that may be.

Rose’s relaxed state did not separate her from the outside world, but, on the contrary, made her more aware of what went on beyond the walls of her refuge. Ever the watcher, she often preferred to observe from the sidelines and participate only when it suited her. Second in a clan that was spread throughout the globe, she was not able to lock herself away as much as she would have liked. But now, in this rare moment of peace, she savored the quiet that fell over her world.

And as quickly as it came, it went. Moment over.

Dreamy, violet eyes fluttered open as she suddenly rolled over into a full-body stretch. She arched on the bed, sighing contently, then slid off and lifted bent arms up and back in yet another. With a roll of her shoulders she took up the wine glass from the stand to the right of the bed and drained the precious few drops left of her favored Castelu. One hand pushed back the thick sweep of curls as she climbed the stairs, pushed open the trap door and hoisted herself out with the grace of any gymnast. It was time for a refill and a once over of all that she was left to protect.-

[Peregrine Daniels]

Perry was in the grounds of the First Blood Clan, he had blue prints of the area, he had studied it day and night for countless nights, but it was still very different, unfamiliar and chilling, he knew Isabella was away that was a certainty, but who exactly did she take with her? That Perry couldn't get Intel on.
The Dark air bit at his pail skin and he pulled his beanie lower over his scalp, his men and woman were surrounding him, he felt somewhat safer with that knowledge, he fondled the trusty stake that was hidden in his sleeve, and the dark cross around his neck was almost warming.

He knew exactly where he needed to go, the marketplace (as it was known) was where they made all there pharmaceuticals, destroying that would put the biggest dint in there operations, Perry through the bag to his ally as he moved ahead silently, years of training, he slinked in the shadows hidden from human view, but not vampire.

He slinked towards the main building there two adjoining, There was no door, that would have been too insecure for Isabella, no, there was a wide corridor that lead from one building to the other, that would be the place to attack, but how to go about it, blowing the corridor up would notify all the claners in Sydney to rush towards the explosion there had to be another way, Peregrine pushed himself up against the wall and called the other Enemy towards him

"Begin Operation First Blood spilt"

((Mori i need to speak to you soonish and Imd, please dude try and use Paragraphs because it's so difficult reading one huge sentance))

[Ciarnait]

* Ciarnait absently twirled a strand of her thick dark hair between her thumb and middle fingers as she sat, sprawled in her chair with her feet on the desk in front of her. Twenty television screens combined to make a wall of monitors in front of her that flickered from one image to another. There were cameras all over the exterior and interior of the First Blood Clans headquarters, and it was because of this that she was able to see Perry and his men as soon as they stepped foot into Isabella’s territory. She watched by carefully scanning the monitors to find the right image as it flickered back and forth between the different screens. Each camera was designed to show five seconds of footage from its five different angled view and because of this she was able to watch his progress slowly. Cursing under her breath, Ciarnait stretched her arms over her head and lingered a moment longer in her stretched out sprawl before she sighed and sat up straighter in her chair. Reaching over to grab the purple cell phone that sat at her desk, Ciarnait found Sebanait’s number and pressed Call.

Moments later his voice was in her ear and she told him quickly what was happening. Tonight of all nights, the others had decided to go hunting and leave her in charge of surveillance. Things had been so quiet since the Boss had left for Rome that they had figured it was time for a night off, much to Ciarnait’s protests. She hadn’t minded the thought of taking a night off as such, it was the idea that she would be the one to stay behind and guard the fort that pissed her off. Just because she was a female, they always assumed it was her duty to do what they said when they said it. Odharnait had been allowed to go with them, but she always got her own way with the men of the Pack. It was an attitude that irked her no end, but Ciarnait had her own influence to wield over them at will if she decided they needed taking down a peg or two.

Ending the call to Sebanait with a flick of her phone, Ciarnait watched as Perry and his men closed in on the Warehouse. Next, his face flickered in front of her as one of the screens lit up with his image while he posed for the camera. Her finger shot out to press the intercom to warn the vampire standing on the other side of the door, but she was too late as a battering ram of some sort was used to kick the door inward. Sighing deeply Ciarnait stood and stretched out to her full 5 feet 11 inches. Her long lean body was trained for fighting, and although she was still in her human form there was nothing stopping her from changing at will. Licking her luscious red lips with anticipation, Ciarnait cast her dark eyes back upon the screens to watch his progress. The others would take a few more minutes to get back to base, therefore she decided to wait for them. Let the human have his fun and kill a few vamps if that be the case. She was bound to protect Isabella, and duty bound to protect Rose in turn, although she was charged with protecting the base as a whole. The fact that Isabella had left her in Sydney showed that she wanted her to protect Rose however, and she glanced nervously at the monitors for a glimpse of Rose as she worked in her lab.

Stretching, turning and bending her long lithe body several times in an attempt to get her blood pumping, Ciarnait tucked her black singlet into her black cargo pants as she watched the screens carefully while waiting for the rest of the Pack to arrive. Her long thick dark hair was quickly tied back into a braid as she paced nervously while waiting for the others.*

[Rory Connery]

Rory Connery:
Rory jumped over the iron fence, He headed into the backward of the warehouse, his home. He sneered to himself as he moved past some old cars; he often spent the night in those cars, just to be alone from the pack. He was a tall lean muscular man, he had piercing dark eyes and a shaved head with blonde hair growing back slowly, He was a good looking man with a chiselled jaw and defined features. He was obviously quite muscular but not to much that it made his movement slower, he was still thin but well defined. He wore a loose white shirt with black pinstriped dress pants and combat boots. He moved confidently towards the warehouse, alone, he knew Ciarnait was still home; at least he was away from the pack for a while and just with his friend. He made his way into the warehouse; he sniffed the air, Humans? He ignored the smell and headed into the warehouse. "Honey I'm home!" he called out with a wolfish smirk

Ciarnait:
She saw his arrival on the monitors and was racing to meet him long before she heard him call out to her. Grinning from ear to ear, Ciarnait vaulted over the railing of the top floor of the warehouse and fell to an upright stance on the floor below. Ten long strides and she was at Rory's side, her dark eyes flickering from left to right. Looking around, she saw that Rory was alone and a slender dark brow arched in surprise as she glanced back at him. ~Where are the others? We've got company...~ *

Rory Connery:
"Their at the bar... I left early?" His own brows raised in alarm, "What do you mean we've got company? We never have company?" He said with his expression changing somewhat, he moved along side Ciarnait as he listened carefully.

Ciarnait:
She fell into step beside him, her feet naturally falling into step with his. ~ A while ago... that idiot Perry and his lot... they broke the front door down... a few vamps got busted. I thought it best to wait for you all to get back. What about Seb? Where's he? I called him at the pub and told him what was going on..?~ She stopped talking and froze instantly as she heard a noise overhead. Tilting her head slightly to the side, she listened carefully before asking ~Hope you at least brought me a drink home from the pub, Rory?~*

Rory Connery:
An inhuman snarl escaped Rory's lips "His got some stones on him, that's for sure, he must know more than Isabella thought" Rory spun around once again to face Cia, "His probably hitting on some woman again, god knows how long it will take him to get here" Rory smirked as Cia asked him if he brought a drink, he shrugged his shoulders and winked at her devilishly. "No, but you can probably still taste the spirits on my tongue" He said leaning forward and licking Cia on the cheek gently. Brushing past her lips with the tip of his tongue.

Ciarnait:
A low chuckle formed in her throat and she laughed as he spoke of Seb trying to pick up women as it was a long standing joke amongst the members of the Pack, just how unlucky Seb was with the ladies. Her smile faltered slightly as he answered her request for a drink by licking her cheek. His tongue was hot against her flesh as the tip of his tongue just missed the corner of her mouth. ~I don t know about tasting it as such, but I can certainly smell it on your breath.~ she quipped as she pretended to hold her nose and move away from him in mock disgust. Laughing again, she suddenly fell quiet as another sound reached her ears. The sound of metal against metal clanged quickly and loudly throughout the warehouse before falling silent once more. *

Rory Connery:
"We can take them on our own you know" He said stepping back, his mood changing suddenly until his facial expression was pure seriousness, "We should do something before they destroy the place, you know what Isabella is like" He said not bothering to mask the slight distaste when he spoke her name, his face once again contorted into a handsome sneer "We should be out hunting, creating a slice of Sydney instead of babysitting the blood suckers..." He said almost upset now.

Ciarnait:
She watched as his demeanour shifted slightly, and her back straightened instantly as she watched that handsome sneer appear on his face at the mention of Isabella. It was no secret that he despised his boss and the duty that Ciarnait felt to both of the vampires. As he began on his now familiar tirade, Ciarnait reached out with one slender hand to rest it reassuringly on his arm. ~I know... I know... please... dont get started on that now. ~ her eyes flickered around, looking everywhere. ~Where should we start? ~ *


Rory Connery:
Rory shrugged her off gently, but still with a hint of aggression "I have no idea Ciarnait, I cant say I've done this often, I guess we go up there and tear them to pieces" He said with face now void of all emotion, he began to unbutton his shirt, revealing a well developed and muscular torso covered in soft blonde hair, he turned to look at Cia as he began kicking off his shoes, "Well are you undressing?" He said with smirk as dark claws began to sprout from his fingertips and his breathing got deeper and heavier, he was changing, it wasn't painful it was almost euphoric, red fur began to sprout over his body and his limbs got longer as his joints clicked into the opposite direction, a howl of rage escaped his lips, his eyes never left Cia as his face contorted into a Wolves snout and his eyes moved higher onto his head and became bright green orbs.
Ciarnait:
A sick grin creased her dark lips as she saw him kick off his shoes and unbutton his shirt. Allowing her dark gaze to drift lazily down to admire his chest for a few moments, she finally stretched her arms over her head before bending down to unlace her black combat boots. Placing them in a neat pile with her socks by the nearest wall, Ciarnait smiled as Rory asked if she was going to undress. ~Of course I am, you pervert...~ she murmured as she reached down and pulled her black Singlet over her head. Her black bra was quickly disposed of and placed neatly on another pile, which now also consisted of her cargo pants that she had wriggled out of while taking off her bra. Although he was transforming before her, Ciarnait held off transforming for an extra moment, allowing his eyes plenty of time to fully take in her naked form before she too started to change. The sensations running throughout her body were enough for her to howl in answer to Rory as her limbs stretched and grew, and were soon covered with a soft honey coloured fur. Her snout lengthened, and she immediately began sniffing with her wolves scent of smell before she pointed one paw at the left and growled ~that way!~ *

[Nachni]

*Nachni hungrily watched the pair change from a vantage point just down the hall from Rory and Ciarnait. She’d caught the tail end of their discussion, gathering from it that the headquarters were infested with the Enemy. While Rory saw this as a nuisance, Na simply considered it a meal. Or two. Nothing got her blood pumping like fresh prey- except perhaps a good lay- and if it helped the blood suckers out, good on them. She made a mental note to catch up with Rory after the slaying and take his mind off his troubles. If there was one thing the woman was capable of was making a man forget everything but her.

Without the care or concern shown by the others for their clothes, Nachni’s nimble fingers anxiously tore and tossed away the lace-up leather bodice and the thin strip of fabric that served as a skirt. Aside from the fishnets, she wore nothing else. As always, her outfits were designed for easy access and they served her well. With one graceful shimmy the heeled boots and stockings were discarded, then left wherever they fell. It wasn’t the first time this floor had had her clothes strewn over it. It wouldn’t be the last. It was only her misfortune that she hadn’t had the strong hands of a male helping them off her. This time, anyways.

The considerable amount of alcohol she’d consumed was burned away immediately as the thrill of the hunt overtook her along with the change. She shed her humanity and embraced the wild animal within wholly. In truth, Nachni’s human form hid only the physical attributes of the wolf that thrived inside her. Her personality was untamed and animalistic regardless; the line between woman and wolf blurred beyond definition. A sleek killing machine, she stood 6ft and blanketed in ebon fur as dark and glossy as the hair on her human head. Brilliantly white, the deadly fangs and claws that served as her primary weapons were a sharp contrast to the jet black of her fur and eyes. Being eaten by her was like being eaten by the shadows themselves.

She cocked her head, sniffed, then loped after Rory and Ciarnait. It took her only a moment to catch up with them and when she did she gave the younger girl a nod of greeting while bumping Rory with her hip. She leaned in and with a feral grin whispered huskily in his ear before giving it a playful nip.* Had you waited for me, you could have helped me out of my clothes. I had to do it myself. *She then drew back to address the two of them.* Let’s eat…

[idm]

*He noticed when he walked out he had forgotten something, he almost feels naked with out it. His antiquated bolt-action rifle he has used for along time. It was his security blanket almost, he slide to the door punching in the numbers quickly and slide in grabbing it right beside the door where he left it strapping it easily on his shoulder and slips back out running almost into Rose.*

Hello Rose

*He said with his heavy Russian accent that has never really gone away. His hand fiddling with the strap on his shoulder from the rifle and the USSR patch on his jacket. His eye’s looking rather passively at her as they often did.*

[Rose Rastafari]

-Rose made good time down the long corridor in spite of the languid style in which she moved. The floorboards were cold against her bare feet and probably attributed to the increased speed of her typically short stride. Even so, when the Russian who inhabited the lab directly above hers all but fell into the hall, she evaded easily, coming to a graceful stop. She then addressed him in a tone casual and just seductive enough to match her outfit.-

Good evening, Mikail.

-If she was startled by Mikail’s abrupt arrival, the sleepy gaze and half smile she offered him hid it well. Quiet and amused, the look was characteristic of Rose and lasted longer than the smile. She studied him a moment, noting not only his haste but the nervous way his fingers fiddled the rifle strap and the patch beneath it. Not one to expend energy when she need not, she stood near motionless with the delicate stem of her wine glass held loosely at her side. The habits of others fascinated the inquisitive vampire to no end, though after a minute of comfortable silence, she spoke again to avoid rudeness.-

Is there a fire?

[Peregrine Daniels]

Perry moved through the hallways, his keen eyes searching drastically for something he could use, so far the place was empty; it was unusual he had imagined scores of Vampires after them by now, but no there was nothing. It sent a chill down Peregrines spine, maybe there was something else guarding the base, it was unusual for Isabella to be caught unawares, she was better than that, more organised. He ignored the feeling of impending doom, it was just his usual pessimism.

He made his way further into the headquarters, he was flanked by his men and woman, all trained for years to do exactly this, his beanie was still pulled low over his head as his dark eyes pierced through the darkness, He stopped suddenly and everyone did too, he could hear the electrical buzz of a camera. He reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a small metal disk, with a flick of his wrist he threw it into the air, he pressed a small button on his wrist watch and instantly there was an electrical pulse in the air, the Camera sparked and hung dead on the wall. Perry smiled thinking of Vanessa

"Remind me to thank Vanessa for her money"

He said with roguish grin, his men and woman were still pouring the clear liquid all over the floor and walls, head of them a series of doors were on either side of the hallway, Perry smashed the glass of one with his gloved hand, he peered inside it, computers… he smiled again and nodded into the room and his men began pouring the gasoline into the room

"Light it…"

Perry whispered.

[Rory Connery]

Rory chucked, it was a throaty deep disturbing voice that would send a chill down anyone's back, the Werewolves that was Rory was a disturbing sight, he was big and brutal, savage and intelligent. His fur was unusual and as far as he knew completely distinctive to him, it was a dark rusty red colour; everyone knew it was him when he entered the room, even without the usual Werewolves pheromones. His body was long and sinewy, with dagger sharp claws and a long powerful tail that swished behind him. His large mouth opened and closed snapping sharp, almost like he was testing his jaw

"Maybe I can help you into them in the morning"

He said to Nachni as his snout contorted into a grin. He sniffed the air, lifting his powerful head into the air, he could smell them, they were using gasoline that he was sure off… Humans…

He headed the way Cia instructed as well as following the scents he was picking up, he moved in leaps and bounds getting closer to them, he reared up and slammed open a swinging door and waiting for the girls to catch up

"Girls first…"

He said deeply

"Cant wait to tear into those entrails…"

He said delighted.

[Ciarnait]

*Ciarnait could not help but roll her dark eyes in disgust as her snout snarled with frustration at the appearance of Nachni. Watching as she sidled up to Rory, Ciarnait growled deep in her throat as she turned her head away from the pair and sniffed the air of the warehouse. Mixing with the scent of humans was the strong odour of gasoline.

~Fucking amateurs..~ she snarled as her long legs sprang away from the floor and she used her long dark limbs to race quickly down the hall. The sound of breaking glass could be heard up ahead and her snout slid into a sly grin as the thrill of the hunt tantalised her senses. Her fur was a thick dark brown, so dark it was almost black, allowing Ciarnait to almost disappear into the shadows that clung to the corners of the walls of the warehouse. Long lithe limbs moved quickly so that all too soon she had reached the doorway that Rory was now holding open for his “girls.”

Using her snout and long sharp claws to quickly edge Nachni out of the way, Ciarnait was the first to step foot into the main computer labs, and because of this she was the first to lay eyes upon Perry. His back was to her as he directed his cronies to splash gasoline all over the expensive computers and lab equipment that Isabella and her clan had taken years to accumulate. Hindered by the fact that he was a human and did not have her exceptional sense of smell, Ciarnait suspected this was the reason he did not seem to sense her arrival, allowing her plenty of time to sneak up behind him so that she was standing mere centimetres behind him.

Perry cast an approving glance at his mens’ handiwork before he told them to light it.
Speaking up behind him, Ciarnait said in a low, deep growl.


~I wouldn’t do that if I was you…~ *

[Peregrine Daniels]

Perry felt the presence behind him, he had been doing this for years and it would take something very very quiet to sneak up on him 'damn Vampires' he thought darkly to himself… but no, he could hear them coming, claws on the floor?

He spun around, his long wooden stake raised; he stopped mid air, trying to mask his surprise and fear. Werewolves…. The very thing he didn't need in the world, he had heard rumours of them, but he never really believed it, he cursed himself and Isabelle he should have known! But it seems Isabella was still capable of keeping a few secrets

"Oh I think I would… and unless you want to die in horrible agony, I'd take several steps back… and call of your dogs"

He said motioning towards the two werewolves that were beside what appeared to be the alpha female, they were growling deeply and snapping there jaws. With a single motion A lit match was in Perry's steady hand, his men were lining up behind him weapons at the ready, someone passed him a large silver axe, he dropped his stake and stared intently into the females eyes, trying to mask his fear with some other emotion, anger. He was fool, Isabella wouldn't just leave, off course she had some protection, he made a mental note to tell Vanessa of their new enemy, if they were in Sydney they would be in New York too.

"Back away, or the whole place goes up in Flame and Isabella won't be happy"

He said grimly, quite prepared to end his own life if it blew up half of Isabella's facility and a couple of Werewolves and Vamps at the same time, his heart was racing painfully in his chest.

[Nachni]

*Nachni surveyed the situation as Ciarnait, the young and impulsive, nudged her pointedly aside. Truth be told, that girl wouldn’t know strategy if it bit her on the nose. With a pretty good idea of what was going on within the computer labs, she remained unseen and gave Rory a brief nod before slinking further down the hall. As with any large computer room, this one just so happened to have two entrances. The second would have been more difficult to enter while Perry and his lackies were focused on it. Now that Ciarnait had given herself away, it was left unguarded while the enemy faced away and threatened to sacrifice themselves for their “cause”. Black as night and silent as a spirit, Nachni moved inside with the grace and stealth that went with her age. Her goal was not to take them all down, but to pick off the rearmost human unnoticed and gradually move forward until Perry and his lit match stood alone.

Claws slashed suddenly from behind the armed human at the back of the pack to rip out his throat while the other attempted to quiet the gasping he may try once his vocal cords and windpipe were severed. If all went according to Nachni’s own little plan, he would fall back into her waiting arms, his gun caught before it could alert the others by hitting the floor, and she would set him aside before starting on the next one. The start Ciarnait and Rory had given them might just be distraction enough for it to work.*

(Sorry for the length. I wanted to get it up. I also apologize for the liberties I took with the set up, but most computer labs do have two entrances. I'll change whatever you feel I should, Jinx/Yorkie C. Think that scene in the tall grass in the Lost World where the raptors pick off the line of hunters. Great scene!)

[Ciarnait]

*Nachnis heart beat in rhythm with Ciarnaits’, as did all members of The Pack. She knew what her pack sister was doing instantly, and she cursed herself for acting so brashly when she realised that Nachnis tactics appeared to be more effective than hers. Never one to admit defeat, Ciarnait merely became more determined that she would make this human seriously regret ever stepping foot into Isabella's Lair. The fact that he felt worthy of saying her name made Ciarnaits fur bristle and a slight drumming vibration began within her body as her blood slowly began to bubble in rage.

That single match glowed menacingly in the puny fingers of the human as he threatened to burn down the lab. As the disgust for this specimen rose in her stomach, so too did the bile in her throat and with a great hacking sound, she spit out a large ball of phlegm, aiming it perfectly to hit the head of the match with a satisfying hissing sound. As the flame burnt out, Ciarnait growled deep in her throat as she sprung from the floor so quickly she doubted even the most astute of humans would be able to react in time.

Launching herself at Perry, Ciarnait hoped that Rory would fall into line and attack whoever Nachni didn’t. With a snarling jaw, she bit at Perrys face, her breath hot and rank against his skin. Sharp claws flew at his flesh, attempting to rip his entrails from his torso as she hissed

~I’m not the one who shall be dying in horrible agony this evening human, of this I’m sure…~ With deep, feral amber eyes Ciarnait went in for the kill. *