<span style="font-style: italic">"Yes. You are a friend as I hope you also consider me a friend" </span>Thyra smiled and Kamora knew the information she just gave was just starting to sink in because Thyraâ€™s face started to falter. It would be awfully hard for anyone to smile after the information she just gave, and she knew that she was throwing a rock at a wall at this point.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Let's continue this conversation in the livingroom..." </span>Thyra stood up then and walked towards the living room. She waited a second letting the Leader of the werewolves have a minute alone as she heaved a sigh. Of course what she had done was far from pressing, and it could strain the peace between vampireâ€™s and werewolves even more but there is one thing she knew that would matter. It would be the survival of the peace. Thyra had a right to know and that was the reason she brought it up. Besides the fact that the werewolf was also one of few friends to her. As a deathstalker it was rare for her to even make a friend but she had found a brother in verenfeld even if she thought a few things that he has done was wrong. She wasnâ€™t willing to jeopardize him completely. Though by saying what she hasâ€¦â€¦obviously she has chosen a stand, and that was to make the innocent death worth something. Of course order must be put in place, and someone had to die but was it worth an innocent life? To her no life that is innocent is worth it. That was the problem with her job. Most people think that Vampires should be cold hearted, or are cold hearted. In fact the reason that happens is because vampires begin not to care after a certain amount of time goes by. She on the other hand would always care. It was part of her jobâ€¦part of the criteriaâ€¦she wouldnâ€™t be good at what she does if she wasnâ€™t caring. A deathstalker must care about what they are doing in order to be good at it. Even if their job pertains to killing.<br/><br/>At last she followed Thyra into the living room to be met with the werewolf pacing in front of the flickering flames of the fire , red, orange, and a burning yellow casting a glow on the werewolf. Kamoraâ€™s eyes followed the flames for a couple minutes, then went to Thyra watching as she paced.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">You know what such a thing as this could do ? What it would mean to the peace of the city?"</span>There was a brief pause when Thyra spoke. She looked to Kamora like a tigress that was about to strike. It was then that Kamoraâ€™s ears heard the familiar sound of Verenfeldâ€™s motorcycle. Oh yes company.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Well looks like more people have decided to visit me today..." </span>Kamoraâ€™s head snapped to the entrance of the building that was connected to the living room.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Well greetings Kamora, nice of you to..... perceive my move and arrive before me. and Thyra..." </span>Kamora lowered her head knowing that Verenfeld was not only ragging pissed but just so tediously mad at her. She heaved a sigh and looked up to meet her equal straight in the eye. Verenfeld may be a leader but to Kamora he was an equal a brethren. That meant she had a right to her thoughts, and actions.<br/><br/>"Yes greetingsâ€¦Verenfeld I am sure you know why she is angryâ€¦I had to break the news to herâ€¦But now more than ever she will want to exact revenge and that means â€¦..I will have help on Figuring out who the leader of this so called rebellion isâ€¦whether it be Vampire or Otherwise." The least she could do is help Verenfeld realize the meaning of Thyraâ€™s anger. She slunk back into the shadows after that in the room. Staying hidden since the rest was between Verenfeld and Thyraâ€¦Well at least some of it. She would only step in if she must.<br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF"><span style="font-style: italic">"I told you Luc you don't have to be formal when we are by are selves. Created or not your still a being and deserve to be treated at such and as an equal. It stupid really we have all these laws and the pure blood whines about it but for the most part we have our freedom. If you can call it that. But you guys have to follow our rules as well as you have your own set that you have to follow." </span>Lucretia heaved a sigh. Of course Kyle understood that he had far more freedom than she. Though compared to him her rules were far more strict. She wasnâ€™t aloud to have a relationship with a pure-blood , and technically had to play guard to the pure-bloods for the rest of her life. The moonlight casted down on them as they walked to a park. She watched with longing as Kyle laid down in the grass his hands behind his head looking at the stars. If she was anyone else, anyone at all -she may have been able to commit to these feelings that dwell in her heart deeply but she was not another person, and these feelings were so high that she had to enclose them in an iron case inside her in order to not act on them. <span style="font-style: italic">"I find it funny really Humans spend there entire life trying to find treasures like the fountain of youth, everlasting life and such when the real treasures are right in front of them and right under there noises." </span>His eyes closed then, and she felt an ache in her heart then. Why had she been forced into being a vampire? There was no reason why these thoughts should of went through her head yet they did. <br/><br/>"Kyle." That one word escaped through her lips and it felt nice but she wouldnâ€™t sit back and relax  It would cause it to seem like she was lousing around on her job. The problem with being a created is that the job never truly ends, and nor does the created vampire really ever get a break. Yet she on the other hand often got a few secret breaks because Kyle hated to over work her, along with aria who seemed to have a guard that never showed up at all. So basically she was doing double duty as a guard, and hardly minded. Simply because both pure-bloods were far too kind to her for the race or imported race of vampire she is. "Why is it that they forced the created to have so much more rules to followâ€¦again I just feel like Iâ€™m a waste to the community that is if I didnâ€™t have you or aria to talk with, and work with. But still we have feelings and yet are not allowed to act on certain ones. I can understand the logic because of the community, and stuff but we are just as capable as thinking, and functioning as you, and yes we drink bloodâ€¦but it doesnâ€™t take long to get at least a good grip on the control of that, and as you know I am fairly good with that control unless it is you. I donâ€™t know whyâ€¦.but my control leaves with youâ€¦you hold the uncontrollable me." Her eyes casted down, and the moonlight fell through her hair almost giving her blue eyes a even more elegant effect. She waited then for Kyle to speak. </span>