<span style="color: #8000FF">Sophi shook her head no. "Most reapers can't change into animals. You'll hear my family referred to the pack quite alot. Sometimes out of sight and hearing range of the adults the other students will call us mutts or half breeds." She shrugged. "I know it's a lot to take in and you're probably tired. We should go to bed after we get your bed cleared off and made.</span>"<br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00"><span style="font-style: italic">Her claws leave long, deep scratches in the floor, but still they don't give much resistance. Her trying to slow up being brought to the throne room is only causing the collar around her neck to cut off her air. Exactly what her captors intended. Though the world wouldn't know it the once proud leader of the war and the following revolution would be publicly humilated. She's being drug to the side of Oba in the guise of Aleron, and she hates it with an unrivaled passion. It doesn't help matters that the collar around neck keeps her in mountain lion form. She had heard the guards joking that she would make a fine pet cat for the lord until he got bored with her after killing the rest of the revolution.</span><br/><br/>Stella snapped back into conscious, her cat like eyes narrowing into slits . It felt so real.... But it had never happened. It was just a memory implanted into her mind by another powerful empath during the time she had been captive of Emperor Aleron during the beginning of the end of the war. Though the memory of her being sentenced to hang to death as an example to the world is quite real. A couple deep breaths and a look around her and her mate's room reveal that their are no imperial soldiers coming for her. <br/></span><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">Blue eyes looked up at her from beside her. Aaron had sensed her distress in her sleep and had woken as well. "Want me to go check on Nathan," he asked still drowsy.</span><br/><br/><span style="color: #40BF00">His wife shook her head. "No." She looked at the clock and let loose a long suffering sigh. There would be no getting back to sleep for her but maybe for Aaron. "I'm going to the music room after I check on him. Try to get back to sleep," she says as she leans over to kiss Aaron before wriggling off of their bed. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #0000FF">"Alright."  He watched her drowsily pull her robe on and tie the sash before quietly sneaking out the door. Even though he knows there's a long day ahead of them Aaron can't go back to sleep right away. He knows the nightmares come to Stella when something is troubling her. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Silently Stella crossed her family's living area to her son's bedroom. Just as silently as she had left the master bathroom she enters her son's. Immediately she can tell his breathing is better and that he is still sleeping peacefully. Stella smiles as she runs a hand through his hair, which is so much like his father's, before leaning down to place a kiss on his forehead. The boy doesn't stir even when she retreats just like she came. </span><br/><br/><span style="color: #00FF00">Without turning the light on Stella made her way through the main part of the music room. She had specially designed an off set room, her own private sanctuary that houses her grand baby piano. No matter how stressed out she is this room always serves to help calm her down. Lovingly Stella runs a hand over the piano as she moves to sit at the bench. Soon the sound of soft, calming piano music could be heard coming from the music room. Since the music room is in the main academic building it wouldn't wake any one that's sleeping. </span>