<span style="font-family:Philosopher">Vixaria smiled as he tried to throw her off and stall. That wasn't going to work. She was a woman with creative ways to get the answers she wanted. Luckily, he answered her so those creative ways weren't needed, she relaxed a degree. Nodding as he answered her,"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000"><b> ah, yeah it's a pretty nice little cafe. Best coffee in town.</b></span>" Her eyes moved from him for a moment as she scanned again, always searching to be the unknown hero, but they returned to her companion for the night as he spoke up again. This was most certainly unusual for her, she had never once asked another to join her for the nights hunting, but after he saved her, she figured it was the least she could do. Since she figured that after tonight they wouldn't ever see each other again, he would return home to his pack and her the life of solitude she knew so well. Vixaria gave him a small grin back as he began to answer her last question of who and what he was. Mentally taking a note of his race as he told her that he was a shapeshifter, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">so you are a Were-Hunter then? It's been a long time since I've been or even seen one of you. Matter a fact, the last one I saw was my friend, Kyros</span></b>",sadness crept into her eyes, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">he was attacked in his home. Another rival pack took him down as he was a lone wolf. His family exiled him. He never told me reasons as to why and I never pried into that part of his life.</span></b>" <br/>
The night was silent for the majority of their walk, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">I wonder--</span></b>", her words were cut short as she was about to ask where all the Daimons were tonight. Of course, she just <i>had</i> to open her big mouth and say something. A scream sliced through the night air, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">shit</span></b>", she looked to Aaron, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">ready to work?</span></b>" She gave him a sly grin before taking off in a sprint towards the scream, Dax her departed brother and guide appeared before her, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#006600">take a left down this alleyway sister</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">.</span></b>" Vixaria did as he told her and took a left into the upcoming alleyway. Coming up short there were six Daimons and two really scared and drunk blonde girls. The pair of girls screamed at her for help," <b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#cc99ff">please help us! We don't want to die!</span></b>" Vixaria shifted her weight and stood mostly on her right foot, her arms crossed over her chest, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">you aren't going to die, but I am going to need you to stop with the screaming.</span></b>" "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4da6ff">Haha! That's what you think Dark-Hunter</span></b>", one of the six tall blonde men spoke up. Vixaria pegged him to be the ringleader of this small group. She raised a brow, challenging one of them to move against her. Finally, one of them was stupid enough to do so. With a swift and solid movement, she drew her twin blades from under her leather jacket. A cocky grin on her face. Vixaria blocked a punch he had for her with her blade before bringing her heel down on his foot hard, coming up with the other blade she caught him across the chest. The Daimons body bursting into dust before her. A Daimon snuck up behind her and wrapped his arms around her torso. Stepping back into his space she yet again stomped on this one's foot as well, loosening his hold on her. Vixaria broke free and twirled the blade backward and plunged into the Daimons chest. That one to became dust. "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">Two down</span></b>", she wasn't sweating nor breathing hard, "<b><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">anyone else want to tango?</span></b>"</span>