<span style="font-style: italic">"Want me to see to it..?"</span>Sable asked seeming to respectively keep his head to the floor. Kamora on the other hand arched an eyebrow. She was bleeding yes. Blood just as death was a natural part of her life, and to allow such a wound to bother her. Well, that would prove weakness. Which Kamora was far from weak. Even when her body screamed in pain she did not once wince. Her sapphire eyes quickly changing to steel. She turned her body more to look at sable.<br/><br/>"I thought you were hungry." She waved a hand at the food dismissively. " Do not worry about my wound it is minor, and will heal fairly quickly." Even though blood was still leaking out of her side and onto the floor. Her eyes glanced at the desk, and took note that the drawer was hastily closed. If it was anyone else that had gone through her draw she would of tore them to shreds. But she had specifically gaven him the idea to do so.  There for there wasnâ€™t much anger about it in her.<br/><br/>She stepped over to her closet and opened the door as if  the attack from ginger happened every day. Taking  a red T-shirt, and a red pair of shorts out of the closet and hastily put the articles of clothing on. Though the wound was still apparent since the shirt cut right under her boobs. Covering only her boobs and partial chest. But leaving the rest of her stomach clear, and visible. The teeth marks, and blood as visible as the brightest light on her body. "I do hope all that trouble I went through just to keep you well fed does not go to waster." This time she made her way back to her desk , and sat down. Putting her feet onto the desk, and with her right hand she thrust open the drawer  taking out the envelope. " So I am hopping I can trust you to help me. As a low ranking wolf I expect that there is much you know about the pack that not even I can comprehend. And trust is of tee utmost importance at the moment. I need to know that I can trust one personâ€¦" She kept an eye on him. Waiting to see what sable would do.<br/><br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Sebastian waited for Daymon to say anything, or something. But nothing escaped his lips. It was aggravating to say the least though he was in no hurry to go back upstairs and mingle with the useless aristocratic vampires. He leaned against the counter sipping the glass that was filled with artificial blood of course. He didnâ€™t like taking human blood, but there were those foolish humans who went and donated blood to the blood bank. Which was blood for vampires who didnâ€™t have enough guts to drink blood directly from a human. He on the other hand had guts, he just found immoral to take blood from humans.<br/><br/>The parlor door busted open. Sebastian slowly placed the glass on the glossy wood table.<span style="font-style: italic">"Long...time...no...see... How are you today old friend? I found another child but your not going to like what I am going to say next..." </span>Spoke a man that had long black hair, and eyes that could match his in coldness.<br/><br/>"Markelos. How kind of you to join me on this evening. Please do speak , I do not wish to sit here and contemplate what will make me unhappy. There are many things, and abundance of things in the world that make me â€¦oh so very unhappy. But if you would please continue on â€¦I would like to know more. " His  hazel blue eyes twinkling with interest. He kept one eye n Daymon aware that the vampire still had not said a word.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/><br/>Leona rested on her pale white bed sheets. Starring at a cold stone ceiling. It was no fun having to be held up in her own home like a prisoner. She did not understand her brother Sebastian one bit. He told her many times over  that he had loved her. Then he went an captured a werewolf as a means of keeping her company. Thus creating a war between the species. All that happened just because she was getting lonely. How selfish she must be to be the means of a war?<br/><br/>Carefully she sat up from her cold white sheets. Her long brown hair seeming to fall carelessly down her back. The white dress she wore almost blending her in with the bed. That is if her sky blue eyes werenâ€™t so bright. She brought her left hand slowly to her necklace that had a cross dangling from the chain. Foolish that there were such creatures that thought that hollywater, and crosses could kill her kind off. Gracefully, she made her way from the bed to a desk that had on it a paper. The paper had blood smeared. But what was written there she had read many times over. It was a letter she knew not who wrote, but could feel the ache in the heart from the person that did.<br/><br/>She grazed her hand softly over the paper , then turned towards the door that led down to the cellar. Her room was directly connected to the cellar, and the kitchen. Which made her room hidden from any intruders. No one but Sebastian was allowed to enter her room simply because no one else knew about the room. She slowly made her way down the empty cellar stairs. Hearing the thoughts of hunger that rushed from the only friend she had. She didnâ€™t know what wolves liked to eat. Nor did she understand what it was like to sleep on the cold cement floor. The walls surrounded her with a hollow feeling of loneliness. At last she made it to the cellar area. Her brother had told her specifically that she was not to take her only friend out of the cage. But she often found herself wanting to be inside that cage with him.<br/><br/>At last she was in front of his cellar.<span style="font-style: italic"> "Welcome back, master, how was your night? What is wrong master, is something troubling you."</span>he spoke. Questioning her very being.<br/><br/>"I am lonely, oh so lonely." Her brother had forbid her to ask the friend his name. But she had an urge to get to know this friend of herâ€™s better.  "May I ask why you are soâ€¦.hungry?" Her voice held an ounce of surprise to it. Almost as if it was trying to make sense of everything. "I do not know what my brother feeds you. But I wish..that I could somehow help you? For I know this no home for , and that this place is a cold place." She tried to waft away the scent of the blood inside the wolf. She didnâ€™t want to think of the pain of hunger that trickled her throat like a pin prick. "And I know it is forbidden , but you are the only friend I have, and friends need to know one anotherâ€™s name. So may I be inclined to know your name?" She moved ever so gracefully to the edge of the cage. She knew not the name of the creature before her. Just that it was half beast, and half man. Rather half wolf, and half man.