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Sword was already out, taking part of the hit load upon her being. The hits she did take merely led to no reaction. Her being didn't know pain, she could not feel it. A break in his assaults and she slammed her sword into the marble flooring, leaping upon the man, slashing at him with her quantiles, but all in non vital areas. Her intent was to bring him down a few notches. Her tail swished angrily behind her as she watched through dual colored eyes that still held their child like look as they gazed out from a wolf's bite. A final kick to the chest from her boot heel and she back flipped off of him, wings beating in slow grand gestures as she hovered a few feet off the ground watching him. Her hands clenched in anticipation of his movements.

Tyler finished all but a few bites of his sandwich and looked at Niah. "Can I play now?"

Nailah looked at his plate and thought it best not to push him to eat the rest. "Yes you can go play."

"Yay!" He jumped down from the chair and hugged Llew tightly. The fox yipped once adn licked his face happily. He picked up the jerky in his small jaws and began waving it around. Tyler happily reached for it laughing. Llew responded by growling good-naturedly and pulling back from the little boy. Tyler pulled hard and then let go. Llew tumbled back and jumped to his feet quickly barking once. He rushed over to Tyler and knocked him down gently then climbed onto his chest and began to lick him. Tyler laughed and threw his hands up. "Help me someone." he said between laughs.

Nailah laughed and walked over lifting the small fox from him. She held him in her arms and he licked her face happily. She scratched him between the ears and held him up. "You be nice Llew." He just looked at her and cocked his head then barked. She laughed again and set his squirming body back on the floor where he immediately began to play again. Niah looked up as Cymarron entered the kitchen. She nodded to him and leaned against the counter and watched Tyler play. He had been so much happier since she had first brought him here. Her mind went back to the nightmares he had had last night and her brow furrowed. She wasn't sure what had happened to the little boy but it had been traumatizing.

Her boots clicked lightly as she set down on the floor, folding her wings back. And for a moment childish eyes watched him. Then she stared towards him. "Mommy and Daddy...they don't want me to kill you...they don't want me to hurt you." With combined knowledge, she now could speak very clearly, no longer in broken sentences of the newborn she truly was. Walking by her sword, she pulled it from the marble floor, replacing it in her belt. Then again she proceeded toward him, making sure to avoid stepping in the blood on the floor that she detested. Coming to a stop next to Saradin, she knelt next to him, pulling his form up slightly in her arms. Fingers brushed the blood matted hair from his eyes. "Then who are you." One arm supporting his shoulders, the other under his knees, Ecara lifted him from the floor without any effort at all.

"Someone whos lost hope. I am no phoenix, all will only burn to ash. Dust in the wind." The endless hypocracy spun round in his mind as his body still failed to react, tossing beneath the levels of rage at everything was his mind, a barrier full of holes. There would be no salvation for this world in destroying the wicked, instead one had to save the purity and hope that remained. He had none of either, but filling his mind was the image of its paragon, trapped. He would burn for what he felt and believed, but he would not die without attempting something truly grand.

"Hate... breeds only more hate. She hated, and I began to hate, and there was more hate to come. So much hate... Only in the beginning are we without hate... innocence, children, youth." Again images of something that needed to be done, but unbeknownst to him it made a truly wicked creature smile. He knew what he had to do, and it played so perfectly into its hands. Goading and pressing him to be so lost, only seeing a true light and running towards it. But even something so pure would lose its meaning and serve him well, a break in the rules of morality.
You do well god puppet, now serve him in your greatest quest and be condemned by him for your loyalty.
"My hate will consume me, this I know. But I will promote the greatest things I can, in the time I have left."

Nailah stroked the boy's back again and nodded at Cymarron. He had handled that very nicely. It was clear that Cymarron intended the boy no harm. She relaxed and nudged Tyler.

Tyler tilted his head and climbed out of Nailah's lap. He wasn't entirely sure about Mr. Cynammon but he was curious. He nodded to him and said "How come you look weird?" He sat down and stroked Llew. He blinked his blue eyes and cringed when he saw Niah's glare.

"Tyler!" She saw his cringe and tapped her foot waiting.

Tyler looked at her and said defiantly. "He said I could ask questions! I wanna know how come he's a kitty..."

Cymarron let out his growling chuckle. one of his amusements with a child was thier lack of fear, and that included asking such questions other shy away from.

"Cymarron is not a..human. Cymarron is a Vah. Vah's all look like Cymarron, though some have manes, and others have different markings. Many of the elder Vah thought our kind were created by Luclin, a goddess of balance and shadows. we are the balance of man and beast, some say."