<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Zane</span></span></span><br/><br/>Zane looked at his mother, than at the door as he first noticed Alais when she was addressed. How long had she been there? Why hadn't he noticed her sooner? Zane sighed and rubbed the back of his head as he sat back down. Alais needed a place to stay, there was a spy in the school after Azrael, his mother was worried sick, it was starting to pile up largely on his conscience.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"You need me for this. You don't know Marco Sanchez head of the Feral Serpentiles. He is the man who created me that why i have this."</span><br/><br/>His eyes moved and spotted the similar mark on her chest.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"He wont be coming tonight, but he wont be far either, your best bet is to have me go with you."</span><br/><br/>Zane barred his teeth and gripped his knees. "Head of the Ferals........there is never a true head of Feral Serpentile. The only one that had even come close....." He shot a glare at Azrael. "....I killed years ago in the war." He stood back up and his eyes softened. "I can't stop you from following though. And I'll need your help to find the bastard."<br/><br/>He looked at his mother and took her hand. "Mom, I'll be fine ok? I promise you, I'll rest when I get back OK?" He hoped she would just concede.<br/><br/>He looked at Alais, wondering where she could stay. "Maybe Stella can help us find a place for you."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline"><span style="font-weight: bold">Serra</span></span></span><br/><br/>"That goes without saying." She said with a nod. When he nervously asked for a place to stay, she rubbed her chin, something she had taken on doing when thinking hard. "Well, lets see....the forest is off limits.....unless I can see if you can stay with Theta....."<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="text-decoration: underline">Theta</span></span></span><br/><br/>A soft snoring sound was barely audible as Stella played the piano. A piano 5 feet away from the Grand master piano Stella had begun to play, lay Theta. She was curled on top of it as if she really was a cat, though if she was alive it would be quite sore on her. After a few minutes of Stella's music ringing she let out a yawn and rolled onto her back , her eyes opening slightly. "Music...?"