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Rathe Syn
Rathe smacked at her hand but she'd already moved out of his reach.
"Don't..." Rathe stopped as his voice cracked. "Don't give me that bullshit... If Kiru's death was some crap balancing the good and bad then there is no good."
That's right... that's why I made that deal in the fight with Pryde. Without her, this world's just garbage, it doesn't deserve to even be here.
He knew exactly what she'd have said to him if she heard his thoughts. She'd call him an idiot, then go into a lecture he'd half listen to, then scold him for thinking like that just because she was gone.
Rathe wiped his eyes on his sleeve.
"So what, you're just some kind of living moral compass, is that it?"

Rathe Syn
"The hell are you on about," Rathe said, quickly returning to his former self. "Unless you have some way of bringing that damned Silverling woman to me so I can take her head, I'm not interested." To emphasize this, he pulled out Vladimir's book and busied himself with trying to decipher more of it, while making it look as if he actually understood everything.
Getting back at damn ghosts who won't just let you die for their involvment with her death won't solve anything. Just focus on what you can do. The journal, the notes, and re-introducing the Brat's face to the floor. Focus on that.

Rathe Syn
Rathe paused for a fraction of a second at the woman's words before quickly continuing to look over the book as if this wasn't of any interest to him. "The Pup's dead, along with all other creatures that had Wraith blood in them. With Damn Frost-King dead, nothing with that blood can exist," he said, keeping his voice a calm disinterested tone. "Simple fact of life with that kind, the original is like the vessal for all the others, which means if the original goes, all that shared its blood cease to be; and there's no doubt that b*****d died. And that means there's no way for the Damn Pup to exist."

Hailey came to a light landing on the ground folding her wings behind her. "aww that's gonna make him sad if you keep saying that." she took a light breath then let it out, her hair changing back to its original color. "there that's better. you had a small part of those gray ghosties in you, and your still here. well, now your here that is." she said as she playfully poked a finger at his nose, but not touching him. "besides he wasn't all gray ghostie, he was still a doggy like Bambi and he liked kool-aid like you." she looks up over Rathe's shoulder and waves. "Isn't that right Rafe?"


((i'm not forcing him to be there, this is hailey remember that.))

Graed Syn
"I think I heard about her from Victor. Her things.... don't always go as planned do they?"

Lunaria Mackleroy

Lunaria woke up as the light began to filter through the leaves of the trees, indicating it was well past early morning. Wrinkling her nose slightly as she slowly cracked open her dark brown eyes with distinctive red fleck in their iris'. Glancing around as she tried to sit up, only to feel a arm tighten around her waist. Swallowing a low groan, Lunaria glanced sideways to see her older sister sleeping soundly, curled up around her, almost like she was some type of favored stuffed animal. Carefully reaching out Lunaria lifted the arm from her waist, so she could sit up and stretch. Sleeping on the ground wasn't something she cared for, but as long as she was with her sister, Lunaria figured it would be okay for the most part.

Now sitting up, arms stretched above her sleep touseled hair Lunaria looked around the small clearing they had found late the night before. The smell of dirt, decay and sweaty bodies caused her to wrinkle her nose in distaste. Letting her arms drop down to her side, Lunaria slowly scooted away from Tician so she could stand up and brush the debris from her shirt, skirt and straighten her tie so it was hanging neatly from her neck. To her right there was the twin carved crosses they both carried, containing their preferred weapons, causing her to smile wryly at the irony of a undead creature being able to carry a holy object as well as use holy powers. Taking a few steps towards the large crosses, Lunaria stopped cold when she felt a wash of power from off to the east of them. It caused the small hairs on the back of her neck rise up, and her to shrink away.

Quickly she made her way back to her sleeping sister and knelt down. Reaching out Lunaria shook her lightly while speaking in a whisper like voice, "Tician! Hey Tician wake up. There is something powerful near here.. Hey Tician wakey wakey please.." The result was her sister growling low in her throat, swatting at her before rolling over and curling up in a small fetal like ball. Rolling her eyes as she began to chew on her lip, Lunaria reached out and shook Tician harder this time, causing her whole body to rock back and forth. When all that got was her being smacked instead of swatted, Lunaria knew she had to take desperate measures. Standing up swiftly and taking a few breaths, while worrying her lips until she tasted blood. Lunaria stopped, turned to face her sleeping sister, as the tang of blood filled the air. "Okay I guess I will just have to sing to save us." she said aloud as she watched her sister sniff the air in her sleep, and c**k her head towards her as she spoke. Taking a deep breath she released it slowly, along with a soft sweet hypnotizing melody.

Lunaria Mackleroy

As soon as Lunaria saw her sister sit up and start grousing, she smiled widely in victory, only to have it wiped off her face at her words. Lunaria pouted and puffed up her cheeks in a undignified manner, but just nodded her head in compliance. Quickly she made her way to the crosses, slinging her own over her shoulder with ease. Letting out a small sigh that could only be taken as comforting as it's weight thumped against her back. Blinking her eyes a few time, Lunaria watched her sister in silence as she seemed to be doing her 'thing' as Lunaria called it.

"So...what is it that we are feeling that is so strong? Or Tic, do you not have an idea about what it might be?" Lunaria asked as she tilted her head to the side. Something deep inside told her it was a very old and powerful being, but not what her creator called an 'ancient'. Flicking her tongue out to lick at the last vestiges of blood from her worrying earlier. The iron tang causing her to shudder happily, as it slowly dawned on her that it had been a while since she last fed. Which wasn't something she really liked to do, the act it's self was abhorrent to her.