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Bastet stood out in the rain at the top of a tree attempting to practice. It was late in the day as whatever sun was quickly drowned beneath the horizon. Lightning lit the sky every few seconds accompanied by a thunderous boom. She was no empath, but it seemed like one of the storms that nature would have in reaction to a great injustice. A crime, death perhaps. Or maybe this was telling of a greater storm coming. A mere preview of a wrath to scare and haunt, to make nervous and sloppy those who lay in it's path. However, it would not work on her.

She took a shuddering breath letting the rain come down and wash her clean of her sins past and present, so that she could help those that seemed troubled around her. In every inch of the Manor there were secrets. In every suspiscious expression or mannerism there holds a hidden meaning, burrying deeper what only half wants to be discovered. For without such discoveries, beings would be slaves to the secrets, bending their words around the lies, never truly saying what they mean. Thus never being true about anything. With one secret comes many lies.

She held out her right arm in front of her palm flat, facing away from her. Closing her large, wild eyes, she bowed her head as her ears twitched from another fist slamming down on the earth, striking a tree in the distance and with a crack and a gust of wind the tree toppled. Mother nature was indeed angry tonight.

With a slow movement she grabbed a sai attached to her leg and without hesitation held it up above her head. A string of lightning awaited with her the target. It came down to channel into her sai and with a yell of determination, she put up a barrier that reached all around her and just above the tip of the sai, stopping the rain. Amazingly the lightning, with it's original path distorted, traveled down the sides of the barrier and struck the tree that was her pedestal. The tree cracked and split knocking her from her perch rocketing to the ground, barrier gone. With grace she turned and fell with her hands and feet down, landing on her feet first, the fragile bones buckled and broke, her hands preventing her from face planting on the ground. A scream of pain and she concentrated on healing herself, her feeling of need aiding her there. With a flop, she fell back in the wet grass, "Well, that was interesting."

After letting some time pass, the cat woman stood and walked back to the Manor, no longer caring about the rain that soaked her through. With her arrival through the phoenix door, she walked in and sat by the fire letting it warm her skin, but not her heart as she sat and thought some more about her little experiment and the people that lived here.

Cymarron woke, somber and weary. three more times he'd been toyed with by the one who held his leash, jerked awake by the lack of air, and then let go. he saw Eclipse and Aura...but could tell by how they moved it was best not to disturb. However right nwo the one on his mind was Nailah. she hads talked about speaking to him later, so he sought her out. he came to teh room her scent was strongest in, and clawed on the door lightly.

Vik whistled lightly as he walked down the hallway. His head was crowded with thoughts. Thoughts of his home, thoughts of his fate, and most of all, thoughts of his family. "Family..." Vik stopped right in the middle of the hall. The thought had finally sunken in. He had finally realized what he had lost and what his family was losing, their now one and only son. How would they react when they found out that he had become one of them. The sounds of sobbing broke Vik's chain of thoughts. Vik blinked, confused. He looked around and realized that it was coming from Nailah's bedroom. Silently, he approached the door and cracked it open. He took one stepped inside and saw Nailah crying. "Nailah...?" Vik whispered inaudibly. She seemed so hurt and it pained Vik just as much to see her that way. He opened his mouth, but decided against talking. She needed time alone. Quietly, he stepped out and closed the door behind him. "Poor Nailah..." Vik thought, "There has to be something I can do to help..." Suddenly, an idea sparked in his head. He waited a few seconds to make sure Nailah wasn't coming out before running off in the direction of the kitchen.

Bastet responded to his kiss which pushed back the tide of her harsh emotions and calmed her greatly. She gazed into his eyes, "The Earth needs to be well for the new scars that shall brand it. The cycle all go through of scars and healing." Her arms encirled around his neck as she touched gently at the back of it with her claws. No pain, an affectionate touch. "How odd that you were trapped and I did not know it. It must not have occured to me in my conscious state." Then she laughed, "Well was it a wizard or a bear? There is a small difference between them you know. I do not like knowing that there was someone else in my mind besides you... Do you have any idea what that something was?" They could have done something to her subconscious, something that is laying dormant for now.

He moved away form Nailah's room, and down to the main room, by the elf and Bastet...and moved over to them.

"Elf kin was here. a male. Cymarron did not know if you wanted to know, or if you chose not to see them while they were here. But Cymarron thought to tell you anyway."

He spoke slowly, testing before he spoke to make sure he would be able to speak the words, before he moved to the couch, and flopped against it, just watching.

"What about a memory?" She was against him and with his other comments she became slightly distracted. He could really do that to her sometimes, just pull her off a path and stick her one of his choosing. And with another kiss to respond to, she could really feel it. She did not seem to mind it much however and continued with the light stroke across his neck, moving into his hair some. The sparkle in his eyes catching in hers. "I choose whether my hands will smite or not. It is not luck but a returning of what was given. I do not know what I thought." she turned slightly to Cymarron, "Hello." Afterward she simply listened. Elf kin? Uh -oh.

"Cymarron did not notice..Cymarron had an..incident...to which your kin was a soothing assistant in helping Cymarron through. sang to Cymarron in elvish. Aura seemed pleased with his presence as well, if this helps."

he gave a slight twitch of his ears, and moved into a sitting position, tail wrapping around his waist.

"Cymarron asked if he should fetch you, but no one agreed to it, and Cymarron did not want to upset the elf if he did not wish to see his kin. some Vah who do not seek to be around kin will find excuses to kill thier kin. cymarron did not want that kind of conflict brought up."