Faylyn stood up, broken shackles lain across the hard ground below her feet. She looked at her arms, the pain had subsided and she was thankful she had advanced healing, though she stayed wary at the thought of the werewolves use of that power. She brushed her hair from her face, feeling course as she pulled her fingers through, now dry from her previous sweat. She found the stairwell and made her way to the second floor, following the familiar route to her room. She pushed open the door and pushed her back against the door to shut it, leaning against it as she stayed silent. She looked at her room; the familiar colours and smells. The fireplace along the side wall had sizzled dry since her last visit. She walked towards the bathroom,<span style="font-style: italic">If I had to share...</span>she thought in subtle frustration as she filled her tub with warm water. She dropped in bath soap, liking the lathery bubbles it produced, and as the water filled to the brim, she stepped in and sighed as the toasty water enveloped her. She sat for awhile, soaking, before she scrubbed; the water turning a pink from the blood left on the parts of her body. She rinsed off before getting out and drying and she made her way to her closet, pulling on a short fluffed dressed and buckled heels before departing from her room.<br/><br/>Faylyn walked through the hallway, watching the other werewolves walking past her; playing pranks and scaring others. Watching them made her blood boil and she walked her way through quickly. The den was bustling with werewolves; loud and obnoxious as they slowly started to disperse from the room, leaving for their duties of the day. She pushed against them, hard, eager to find someone of near importance. She felt a push back and she turned around, and saw an unfamiliar face, though one she knew immediately as lower ranking. She narrowed her eyes, "Are you bloody serious?" The werewolf stood straighter and approached her in three solid steps; his face was in hers and she could feel his breath against her face, "Yes I'm bloody serious" he said with smirk, "What's it to you?" She felt the anger rising in her bones and she took action, using her leg to swipe him, catching him off guard. He fell with a loud thud and she knelt over him, using her hand to hold his shirt pin him down, "Try me" she said harshly. She pushed hard against him before letting go and walking away; a small amount of disappointment playing at the back of her mind.<br/><br/>Faylyn pushed her way through, the estate full of werewolves anxious to leave, along with their baggage taking up the entirety of the floor. The chatter in the rooms and down the halls enveloped her and she did her best to push the noise from her ears as she escaped to the garage. The large room still held dozens of bikes and vehicles, as not everyone had departed, though she found her familiar bike quickly; eyeing it from across the room. She approached her bike, pulling her leg over, feeling the cold metal through her thin stockings. She backed her way out of the large door and turned, and before anyone caught sight from the inside, her hand pulled back on the throttle, dirt flying beneath her tire.<br/><br/>Her ride lasted over an hour, and she slowed as she neared the outer banks of Kent she began to feel the cold in her hands, shooting up through her body,<span style="font-style: italic">Of course I wouldn't put my coat on before I left...like a divvy</span>she thought as she pulled into a parking spot. She popped down the kickstand, and pulled her seat up and grabbed her coat, happy to relive her cold body. She began walking, smelling the familiar beach smell as the wind blew against her face. sand coated the black asphalt the closer she made it to the wooden walkway, and as she pressed up the stairs she looked up to see the blue water. She smiled slightly at the sight before making her way onto the sandy beach. She sat where the sand was still soft, away from the grasp of the water. The sun was in the beginnings of setting, the orange reflecting beautifully off of the ocean. She turned her head as she heard steps, and from the low dunes emerged and older woman; her wrinkled face, worn eyes, and white hair easily seen. Faylyn stood up and made her way to the woman, and as she stood in front of her, the woman said, "And I see you have still yet to age." Faylyn smiled and embraced the woman, her younger sister. "And how are you Evelyn? You look good"  "Oh don't lie" she joked, "I bloody well know what I look like." Faylyn laughed lightly as she helped her sister sit in the sand, watching as the sun set below the horizon. "You must have been busy. Your visits have become scarce. Though I don't blame you...being with those nutter werewolves" Faylyn's eyes widen, "Shhh. You couldn't be any louder" She laughed and Evelyn joined her. "We're leaving to an island...in Scotland actually. It was almost last minute really. We need to stay...undercover more really. This hunter I believe figured us out and this has only made the move that more important."  "This must be a boy hunter...look at you with that flustered look on your face." Faylyn panicked and turned away, "There was no such look! Besides....he is quite rigid" Faylyn saw the smile spread across her face, "This only means you must have been close to him" Faylyn rolled her eyes, and as she did she caught the sight of the moon, round, shining, and showing itself in the sky, "Dammit.."<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://gothicrainbows.blogspot.com/2011/08/steampunk-clothing.html">Clothes</a>(2nd and 3rd picture)<br/><a class="postlink" href="http://www.antiquesandfineart.com/articles/media/images/00601-00700/00670/fig2.jpg">Room</a><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=kent+uk&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf.,cf.osb&amp;biw=1366&amp;bih=643&amp;um=1&amp;ie=UTF-8&amp;tbm=isch&amp;source=og&amp;sa=N&amp;tab=wi&amp;ei=2ukFUPO6I4Si8gSHqKy_Bw#num=10&amp;um=1&amp;hl=en&amp;tbm=isch&amp;q=camber+sands+beach&amp;revid=871991307&amp;sa=X&amp;ei=F-oFUPanHo6C8ATE3fCGCA&amp;sqi=2&amp;ved=0CEUQgxY&amp;bav=on.2,or.r_gc.r_pw.r_cp.r_qf.,cf.osb&amp;fp=2aab6c0c0f41a166&amp;biw=1366&amp;bih=643">Beach</a>