<span style="color: #FF0000">Slaina watched with delight as the werewolf leader ripped the throat out of her own kin, another werewolf. The bittersweet and tantalizing scent of blood filled her lungs. The vampire lord licked her lips as she watched the wasted blood fall. The blood had more of a wild scent to it than a mere human's, and Slaina was curious as to whether or not it tasted as good as it smelled.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Savage,</span> she thought, watching the blood spitting out of a now limp body. Slaina watched the Alpha leave, and then her eyes went back to staring at the wolf-like corpse. "So messy," she sneered, more to herself than her two guards. "I wonder if their manners are just as grotesque," Slaina muttered. "Oh well, fun's over."<br/><br/>Standing, Slaina walked, cat-like across the top of the pointed roof. It was three floors high, even so, she walked over the edge as if she thought the roof continued. Slaina's knees bent slightly when she hit the ground, but she felt no pain just as if she had simply jumped off a porch banister only two feet high. <br/><br/>Slaina saw Kamora run past her towards the alpha. She scoffed. "Why would such a civilized vampire go chasing after some mangy wolf?" she asked herself, causing the nearest weres to growl, but she paid them no mind. Instead, she turned on her heel and entered her home.</span><br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">Watching Thyra shift was mesmerizing to Damian. The Alpha did such a smooth transformation, and he couldn't help but see her beauty both as a human and as a werewolf. When she howled for the second time, Damian eagerly chimed in along with the other weres. <br/><br/>When Thyra spoke to the chained werewolf, her compassionate voice caused Damian to be more sad than the look of fear and helplessness on the condemned werewolf's face. When the Alpha sank her teeth into the punished werewolf's throat, Damian could not bare to watch. He cast his eyes down, but the sickening sound of it was almost as bad as watching it. <br/><br/>The thick scent of blood had Damian clenching his fists. He had to fight his instincts and so reluctantly phased back into his human form. His black hair fell over his dark eyes, and he didn't so much as glance at the now fallen werewolf. Even though Damian hadn't known him, it was still too hard for him to see one of his kin dead.<br/><br/>For long moments, Damian stood, head bowed and unmoving in respectful silence.</span>