{OOC: Sorry for the delay, and sorry it's not that long or that good. It's been a slow day and I've been multitasking out the ass...}<br/><br/>Beyt had decided to listen to the man speak for awhile. He had told her his name was Simon and he has come from a long line of Seers, even showing her the tattoo on his back that further proved it. She was still rather wary of this man, as somewhatâ€¦ odd yet nice as he seemed and even refused to eat his food until he looked like he was about to cry because of her refusal. If this man was a Seer, she thought to herself, then he why is he not more aggressive? Seers were supposed to be very cynical and often callous as they kept to themselves and didnâ€™t care about the world. Legends told of them being warriors, but that they were sneaky and lied to keep themselves alive. That was no warrior in her mind, but this man was different. He looked at her like she was some angel sent to him to save this city of his.<br/><br/>Then again he could be just as selfish as the others were known to be. However, how could she be so sure? This was her first time meeting a Seerâ€¦<br/><br/>â€œTheyâ€™re getting closer.â€ Simon said suddenly in a sharp yet hushed tone. â€œDo you want to see them? The military has spotted them.â€ There was a slightly sadistic smile on his face that filled Beyt with anger. He reached out his hand towards her again, but she was still bound by the rope and could only move her head a bit or turn her body. There was no escaping the touch of his index finger on her forehead.<br/><br/>Her mind filled with so many images: She watched Gimmel and the other run past the checkpoint only to be pursued by the man toting guns, dressed oddly. Unlike Simon they appeared to be cleaner, to make a somewhat unimportant note. They were shooting their guns at the wolves, which made Beyt not want to watch in case one of them was to be shot. Simonâ€™s hand remained on her forehead; he held her down almost forcefully as if he wanted her to watch in case one of them did die or they were captured. This man may be gentle, and a bitâ€¦ wellâ€¦ slow for the lack of better word, but she sensed there was definitely meanness inside of him that she didnâ€™t quite understand.<br/><br/>Simon pulled away from her when he felt that she was about to lash out at him. â€œTheyâ€™re even closer now. I think they might be making their way up the stairs.â€ He seemed to be worried, whimpering and whispering to himself as he backed away from her and sat against the wall on the opposite side of the room, close to the bed.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Gimmel just ran, silently, following the others. In his mind this was not the time for words, they had to get out of there. The entire time he ran, he only focused on the present, determined to rescue Beyt at any costs but not allowing himself to become overwhelmed by his emotions. If he did he knew thatâ€™s he would not survive very long out here; emotions hindered progress so he had to keep positive. Ah but what if Beyt was alreadyâ€”no. He would not think that way. He focused on the men chasing them down instead. The men were quick but they were not wolves and could not slip into the places a wolf could. Outrunning them was simple and soon the wolves slipped into an alley, following Fatal, and came to an old building.<br/><br/>The building looked like it was about to fall apart despite being held together by strong supports. Humans had a way of building things, Gimmel could not help but envy it, and he envied their art as well. There were paintings everywhere. Wolves, humans, even flowersâ€¦ strange flowers that he did not recognize; he knew Beyt would recognize them but she was not here. He turned his head to Fatal when she spoke.<br/><br/>â€œA Seer?â€ He tried not to make his ignorance obvious. â€œWell if he has her then we should find her as soon as we can before he kills her.â€ As he followed the wolves up the steps, he growled to himself. He was ready to spill bloodâ€¦