(Hope you don't mind decided to introduce the Witch who turned them and I'll post her info on the character page later on.)<br/><br/><span style="font-size: 85%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="font-style: italic">Jhene</span><br/><br/>She didn't even notice Beyt but narrowed her eyes at the Black wolf in front of her. As it spoke with its acidic voice.  It was her father, Legion who took the form of the darkness. It made sense seeing how she viewed him as pure evil. The forest was smart, too smart. But of course Jhene wouldn't be out smarted. Never that, especially when it was by her father.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You are just as stupid as your mother and the rest of them. <span style="font-style: italic">Listening to yourself, your emotions and temptations</span> thats why you are <span style="font-style: italic">weak</span>... and will be swallowed just like the rest of them."</span><br/><br/>Legion laughed at her and stepped closer  leaning over the Fae that was still squalled on her back. His body hovered over her's his underbelly atop of her hind legs, and his face snarled in her face. He smirked and whispered:<br/>"This won't hurt a bit you'll like the dark side. It's brighter here." <br/>She pulled her hind legs to her own stomach and prepared to push him away as he raised his head to go for the killing blow in her neck. Just as Legion brought his head down, jaws spread wide apart. Jhene pushed her demon off with all the strength in her hide legs sending Legion into the snow a couple of tail lengths away. She had only managed because he had become cocky and wasn't aware of her reflex's. She rolled over and rose to her paws as if the fear disappeared she lowered her head and growled. Ear's pressed against her head and eyes burning in an emotion not dected. She was fearful of course, but she was stubborn enough for it to only last a small moment and that moment had pasted. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"Temptations? You act as if it's wise to ignore them.  When it not, If you ignore your inner self what would be your purpose? You just nothing if your ignore yourself and others. You have no control over me, I have pure control over myself. That is why you are angered. If anything you are weak a near a figment of my imagination."</span><br/><br/>Legion whipped off his back and turned snarling at her fiercely. His green eyes blazing, his whole figure shook with rage as he glared at her. Trying to burn his image into her head it seemed. But she wouldn't let it happen. She snorted at him and crouched preparing to lunch at him again. Her legs were as tensed as the rest of her. She felt her left paw aching in a icy pain, her paw wasn't going to be healing up like Drake wanted it. Not after stumbling into the snow startled like an Idiot.  This made Jhene even more furious, she had shown fear completely like an idiot.<span style="font-style: italic"> No I'm not a idiot everyone gets scared you have to face those fear eventually my time is now.</span> She thought trying to encourage herself. At the sound of the wolf's voice she snarled as he spoke.<br/><br/>"You fool! The Queen will get you if I don't you'd rather die by her merciless hand than my own!?"<br/><br/>Jhene lunged for him but sailed into snow as his form disappeared before her eyes in mid air. She rolled in the snow and bounced to her paws once stable enough. She whipped around snarling in the air. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"<span style="font-style: italic">You coward!</span> Run all you can, go back to your Queen and tell her I'm coming for her and you, <span style="font-style: italic">Phobetor</span>!"</span><br/><br/>Upon the howl of his name the forest shook as if with great annoy or frustration. The tree's shook in fear but that was the harsh wind that brushed them roughly. Jhene knew what had become now. Maybe that was the 2nd piece of the puzzle. She knew she needed to come into the forest, she had seen it many times in her dreams. She never imagined or dreamed of this encounter with Phobetor but it amazed her how she instantly recognized him. She had never even knew she had the knowledge of him till now. Jhene soon began realized as the pieces of the puzzle began to click tightly into place in her head; their were many things she didn't realize she had the knowledge to because it was locked for a purpose. Someone had locked up her mind but she was over taking it slowly getting back her memory through these dreams it seemed. <br/><br/><br/>-----------------------<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Phobetor</span><br/><br/><br/>Whisked out of the shadows of the window and to the silver floor of the polished and well cleaned room. His  hood covered the top of his head and barely made it able to  see dark black hair fell into his eyes blocking the pure misty gray color they had within them. Kneeling on his left knee with his right hand on the tile floor and his left rest on his left knee. Shoulder broad and arms tone just enough to see he had muscles. The black cape that surrounded his diminished any other feature of his body. His head rose half way just so he was able to the the brim of the woman's long legs in front of him that were crossed at the ankle. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You <span style="font-style: italic">lied</span> to me, <span style="font-style: italic">you said she wouldn't remember me</span>. If she had spoken my name while I was, present <span style="font-style: italic">YOU</span> know what could of happen to me!"</span><br/><br/>His soft pale pink lips hissed out to the woman. Who merely chuckled at his anger, her blue bell feet kicked ahim playful. He raised his head to look at her his eyes cloudy. But he couldn't remain angry her beauty always abolished the emotion expect lust within a male towards her, that was the curse a warlock was put under. Forever blessed with ancient beauty but never ever able to truly love someone for they contained no heart of their own. She was an amazing sight. Blessed with the beauty of an elven woman, she had a narrow head with childish features on her face with high cheek bones. Her eyes almond shaped with dark black pupils and surprisingly ice blue iris's. Blonde thick wavy hair was tossed over to her left shoulder with a few strands hanging in her face. Her body held many curves even though she was slim to the point her ribs showed when she lifted her arms in the air. Her Mani-cured hand raised to block out the view of her mouth as she yawned also covering her luscious plum pale white lips. Her bust was one that most noticed as the royal blue robe she wore dipped low enough to seem the divide of her two fairly large breast. She smiled at his as she noticed his eyes lingered on her  skin that blue bell held underneath her breast tissue. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You don't seem to be angry anymore, Phobetor and beside's nothing would of happen to you. Why would I let her destroy my lover? <span style="font-style: italic">I need you more </span>than any of these pathetic fools that do my bidding. Come here dear we need to discuss something with <span style="font-style: italic">Abaddon</span>." </span><br/><br/>Her seductive voice rang through out the throne room she was in and she lovely ice chair shattered as she stood up and gestured for him to follow as she began to walk towards a different room. Her hips tossed lightly as she walked with great grace into the next room. <br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"But Maeva, what more is there to discuss wasn't the plan to get her to come to you?" </span><br/><br/>He asked softly following after her like a lost puppy following a child home. He leaped to his feet and stumble over his own feet trying to catch up with her. Under he spell he would just as the other fools the couldn't break free. Trapped in her mind games she had created 2 centuries ago when she murder her sister Renee and her lover Tassos. The two combined were the only one able to stop be but separated were weak and that's how she wanted it. If the two ever met up she would be doomed, She had killed them both last year the time of season before they ever had, but now the question was who exactly was Tassos re-birthed as? Renee was a wolf, she had already found out but Tassos could be anything from a man to a ant. She prayed it was an ant, then she could just stomp on him. Only time could tell, but her time was running short. She had 20 days till the spell could possibly be broken. This was too close to Maeva, it had never gotten this close <span style="font-style: italic">ever.</span><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/></span>