<span style="font-style: italic">"Kamora my dear how many times do I have to ask you to not look me or my wolves in the eyes? Customs my dear customs..." </span>Thyra seemed to remind Kamora of customs all the time as if Kamora was a child. Though certainly  she forgot a lot about customs for the wolves. Though it wasnâ€™t her fault that she was constantly surrounded by vampires. Immediately she darted her eyes away from the leader. Averting them anywhere but at Thyra. Which was hard for Kamora because with vampires it was the eye lock that would determine whether the vampire was trustworthy or not. She on the other hand already knew that Kamora was trustworthy beyond a doubt. .<span style="font-style: italic"> "Put your gun away and come in for something to....well I suppose you don't eat and drink human food at all huh? Well come in anyway we can talk and catch up. That is if you don't mind it if Adam and myself partake in a meal?" </span>The offer seemed genuine enough and it would be hell of a rude thing for her to deny going inside after coming all this way just to see Thyra. She chuckled a little as well.<br/><br/>"The offer of food is a nice gesture, and of course you can have a meal. If you are hungry ..do not let me get in your in your way. I am all for going inside for a visit." It took all of two seconds for her to twirl her gun and rest it inside her gun sheath. Rather better for her to hide her weapon now than have it out in the open. It wasnâ€™t as if she would need it anyway.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Alert the others we have a vampire on the grounds, so they are to be have themselves. Oh and please join me for lunch" </span>Thyra spoke to her assistant and Kamora just stood there and waited for her to finish speaking. Of course she heard every word spoken. But like a good death stalker she stood still and acted as if she hadnâ€™t heard a word. Then before Thyra turned to head back inside the house Kamora leaned into a bow which was custom for a death stalker to do in front of a higher status person.<br/><br/>As she was following Thyra she was interrupted by a voice. It belonged to the person of which was following Thyra as well. The one she had spoken to before. She did everything to be kind and avert looking the man in the eyes when he spoke.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Please.., come inside, I'm Adamska Filat, current Beta of the residence ." </span>The words were direct and she felt formal in way. Then he reached out with a hand to grasp hers. It was an odd gesture but for some reason she found a slight pleasure in it. She  shook the hand gently in response and when the man let go she brought her hand to her chest and gave a half bow to the man. It was the way of respect towards another for a deathstalker. Since she was leader of the deathstalkers and a pure-blood her position was an awful powerful one.  So she was able to create her own custom among death stalkers.<br/><br/>"Thank you. For welcoming me into this lovely home." If Kamora could smile she would of. But a death stalker was never allowed to smile.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"No weapons, as much as Thyra trusts you..., you are still a guest and now member of our home, thus, must follow house rules," </span>He spoke to her grasping her hands again gently. She tried again to be respectful and dart her eyes anywhere but at him as she reached into her gun-sheath and pulled out her gun to hand it to the Beta. Though still he reached further around her to get the gun rounds seeming to be careful of touching her where he may just get a good scolding for. She on the other hand took note that his hand never left hers during the process. It seemed strange but she was not going to question it as she entered the home that belonged to Thyra.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Take any seat please..., I'll bring out snacks and relish you might find suitable,"</span>She arched an eyebrow after hearing this. There wasnâ€™t much she could snack on. However it wouldnâ€™t be wise for her to correct the man at the moment. Instead she watched as he gestured around the living room which seemed to have Victorian style air about it.  It was then that Kamora hear the shower turn on that Thyra must have gone to. She had a hunch that Thyra was taking shower since she watched Thyra grab a towel only moments after she entered the house. Then seemed to disappear up the stairs. However she wasnâ€™t in any rush at the moment.<br/><br/>Instead of sitting right away Kamora walked to a wall that was across from a chair. "I think Iâ€™ll prefer to stand until you come back  Adamska." She used his actual name rather than shorting it. Since it seemed rather rude of her to shorten the name. At last Adamska returned with a plate of various things on it that she could not touch. However she was not going to be rude and tell him so. Instead she made her way towards him and gently sat down. Taking not that the intensity of before was gone. It was as he was rolling up his sleeve that she caught the mix of jumbled scars on his wrist. Pain seemed to reach her eyes. In an instant she grasped his wrist gently and traced the markings. None of the markings were familiarâ€¦except for one. That one marking almost made her growl. It was a man that she had once knownâ€¦and now wished to never see again. "I fear I cannot trace most of the scars you haveâ€¦or put a face to certain marks. But there is one mark.." She waited a moment before speaking. "That I fear I can recognizeâ€¦and between you and me â€¦I wish to never speak his nameâ€¦or see him again in my lifeâ€¦It is the reason I came here to this cityâ€¦and the reason why I accompany my time to helping Varenfeld." She went silent fearing she had spoken too much and let her hand fall from his. Compassion was one thing she never thought a death stalker should feel. Yet she had never told any death stalker not to feel it. Why? Simply it was a feeling every creature should, and may need to feel one day in their life.<br/><br/>She waited for Thyraâ€¦and seemed to wait with sharp ears for whatever Adamska might say.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">"It is when you never seen it. To be awake when the worlds alive. And I am sure that burn to living tissue, such as skin, which is produced by overexposure to ultraviolet (UV) radiation, or aka sun's rays. Witch usual results in mild symptoms in humans and other animals include red or reddish skin that is hot to the touch, general fatigue, and mild dizziness is a small fraction to pay for enjoying the rays and warmth of it. I mean it not like your was going burst into flame and ashes." </span>The words made absolute sense that were coming out of Kyleâ€™s mouth to  Lucretia. They may have seemed utterly confusing to anyone else. But she found them easy to understand. After all she had once had to pay attention to those words.<span style="font-style: italic"> "I said if she wants to. As for me well I am not... I really don't like blood. I know it sounds funny coming from a pure breed and a arms tech as well but if it not in a vile or such I kinda scared of it. That one of the reasons I go to blood banks instead of feeding off humans themself." </span>She listened to his rant with careful ears. Lucretia was not one to interrupt, and was the type to wait before speaking. She glanced at what he was doing.<br/><br/>"Well your lucky to be a pure-blood. Being created is no fun. Trust me . Everyone tells me what to do..and acts as if I donâ€™t know shit. Just because Iâ€™m not pure." She reached over and moved another vile  and take out its contents and put the contents underneath a microscope. " I mean I was human â€¦ I can understand corruption in the blood and allâ€¦but really Im more of an asset. Considering I can help others understand human thinking. But no Im not good unless Im a guard. " She heaved a sigh trying to push back how much she hated herself now a days. "However if you do find the cure to fix it so that you can go into sun-light. I would smile and say good job. Cause it is something you have longed for..for a long time." She smiled and when she was done looking through the microscope she went back to the corner.  Leaning herself against it to watch from a safe distance. She was afraid of getting too close to Kyle. It was not something she should fear. Yet she feared it all the time. Though she couldnâ€™t tell why she feared it so much because her heart simply could not beat. </span>