Jarrell catches the scents of others. He did not like that fact. He often traversed the lands of his forest. It was not his persay just that he lived here nearly his entire life. In any case he catches the scents and heads in another direction. Catching more scents and backtracks away from the scents.<span style="font-style: italic">Scouts most likely.</span>He thinks to himself.<span style="font-style: italic">Need to put some space between me and them. I don't care if they are vampire or werewolf. I have no desire to interact with either of those races.</span>Those thoughts passing through his mind spurred him onwards. He jumps up into a tree. Launching himself into the air and from tree limb to tree limb. Trying to put as much space between him and them as possible.<br/><br/>He pulls out of his pouch a blood red fruit. And takes a bite of it. Drinking its juices and then retracting his fangs. Swallowing the juice which tasted and energized him like it was blood. He had found these seeds in an abandoned tomb deep, deep within the forest. And grown them. Whoever made them created the perfect blood fruit. So that is what he called it Bloodfruit. Eating the rest of the fruit he swallows then spirals onto the ground. Landing on his feet. And hopefully having put some distance between him and the scouts.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Markelos smiles. "It is always good to be able to hang out with you my bestest and oldest friend." he says with a grin. Wasting time as he flips the bible open. And pulls out a photograph. The cross swinging dangerously close to Daymon. Then again even he though kind had his impish moments. He looks at his buddy once more. "Ah...but that is the joy of life dear friend." he says. Laughing a bit then grows serious. Putting the photograph of the siblings he'd rescue. "Ah...these two little ones. Siblings. Ages seven and recently turned four." his mischievious smile widens. "I don't really think it will bother you as your so hard to annoy lately." he says teasingly. "Both of them are werewolf half breeds my friend. And my newest adoptee's. Aside from a little boy about the girl's age. They are my newest children." he says happily.</span>(Photo of siblings:m<a class="postlink" href="http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz260/TimeKeys/Decorated%20images/wind030_1.jpg">http://i833.photobucket.com/albums/zz26 ... d030_1.jpg</a>m)