<span style="color: #FF0000">Slaina Moyer sat atop her own mansion, the smaller than Varvenfeld's, it was still of good size. Slaina wasn't much for big and fancy anyway, and she loved her mansion just as it was. Born a vampire, Slaina was raised to hate the despicable animals that they now called "allies." She sneered as she thought the word. Slaina didn't like what she was, what she had been born into, but she could at least be proud of being cleaner and having better manners than the Lycans.<br/><br/>She despised the creatures so much so, that Slaina did enjoy the executions. She looked around the square rather bored, and swiftly moved to lay on her stomach. The tiled roof would have felt like sandpaper to a human, but did not bother her in the least. As her black eyes looked around the area, she noted with distaste that the alpha was no where to be seen. The Alpha was no better than the rest of the mangy scoundrels that littered the time square like unwanted trash.<br/><br/>Slaina's mouth opened in a silent hiss. How she wished she could kill off every single one of them. That was what gave her the inspiration to be a lord, not the wealth or high stance, but the ability to debate on matters like these, and the laws of their torn city. In Slaina's eyes, there was a truce, but little trust between these enemy species.<br/><br/>Slaina's eyes wondered over to Varvenfeld. From where she was, she could not see his wife and wondered why she had not come to such a wonderful public event. The killing of a werewolf was something Slaina would not miss for anything.<br/><br/>The moonlight glinted off of something metal, which drew her eyes over to Kamora's roof top. Sure enough, she was sitting on top of her roof, just like Slaina had been until she laid down. The difference was, Slaina had no weapon to hold. Instead, she had two created males standing behind her, hidden by the shadows cast by Varvenfeld's palace. <br/><br/>Slaina did like one thing about being a Vampire Lord. She enjoyed taunting the created vampires with her charm and teasing them with her body, but never allowing them to get too close. Slaina never gave herself to the created vampires, she had never given herself to anybody, but being a tease was fun for her. <br/><br/>She continued to wait impatiently for the Alpha Werewolf, her legs bent at the knees, her ankles crossed, and feet swaying. This was an anxious habit of hers, she always had to be moving when she was excited. She could feel the burning stare of one of the created males staring at her ass, where her skirt barely covered it, but paid him no mind. Slaina lowered her eyes from Kamora's home and went back to searching the crowd.</span><br/><br/>~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br/><br/>In his partial wolf form, Damian stood close to the front line of the wolves, able to see everything perfectly. In truth he did not want to see one of his own kin slain this way. He bowed his head, his dark gray fur taking on a silver hue in the moonlight.<br/><br/>Damian knew this werewolf and found him to be a likable one. He had no idea that he had been capable of such an action and wondered why. He was so curious as to why the vampires and the lycans had such a hard time getting along. Damian himself found vampires to be a bit creepy, but once one got past that, they weren't so bad.<br/><br/>Damian fiddled with his claws, head still bowed. When he finally raised his head, the moonlight shined in his eyes, and was reflected, turning his eyes an eerie glowing green. He sniffed the air, and wished he hadn't. He could smell the spicey scent of anger from a few, the citrus scent of satisfaction, and the worst scent of all, fear.