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The spirit visbily winced, the image wavering lightly.

"So one scion of the former Master survived Cymarron's purge. four years under the breakers...I broke in thirty minutes. Cymarron, the first time, lasted three days. many died if left in that room for an hour. I can only begin to imagine the agony of feeling like four years passed."

"He's locked in a cycle in his mind then, I'll wager. a cycle of pain. probably from whatever made him feel as if four years passed..the it's like that thing, whatever it is, is on a loop, a constant feedback. he's reliving the illusion of the past 'four years' complete with all the pain and agony associated with it."

"Thinking to hard will give you a headache." Saradin said as he stood up and smiled to her. "And I take it that means I'll be staying here for a little while? I guess I should find a room then?" He picked up his sword and shield instinctively and just held them in front of himself suddenly very unsure what to do with them. But tucking them both under one arm he made due. "I guess this is goodnight?"

Then something shifted, and his eyes took a darker hue. "Goodnight from me as well Aurahkah. I can show him the way, remember that I was a part of him once. You dont need to protect him so much from every detail." He turned on his heels and walked towards the hall. "And though old emotions are gone, the soul that birthed them still lives within this body." He gave one last glance back towards Aurah calmly as he headed down to a bedroom.

"Trapped in a cycle. He's not the first I've seen like that..."He watched for a moment then sighed. "But every cycle can be broken. Every single one. I know that for a fact, I'm a cycle breaker myself so to speak." He seemed to nod at something that had been said by someone, but were really just his own words. "His pack will break it..."


"Goodnight Saradin...both of you..." It was oddly comforting to know that Saradin had a guardian of sorts. But also oddly uncomfortable basically being told to back off a bit. She wanted to spare him what the others would have to go through, the ordeal of knowing and not knowing. "He'll have to learn anyway...even if it is the hard way." Saying it out loud somehow made it sound better. Less bitter to the tongue. Noticing Nelphean looking at her, she gave a laugh. Sure what she just said, made sense to him. Yeah, right. Standing from her chair she approached the elf. "I think he has a good idea Nelphean. Why don't you get some rest as well. Today has taxed us all." Though she herself intended no rest. In fact she was intending to not sleep for a good week...she had a lot on her plate right now, sleep would only drag it all out. "Make yourself at home Nelphean...you can belong here too." Another smile before she left him and made for the kitchen. There, she turned to an old addiction that would keep sleep at bay. Coffee.

"Yes, I beleive you will. but first things first....we need to awaken him to this world again. snap him out of the pain. and for that I think our little girl will be most helpful. He at least showed some response to her."

He patted on Cymarron's chest, incdicating for Ecara to get up on him.

"Now I want you to play a game. it's called Wake Cymarron. the rules are simple. I want you to yell, cry, pound, whatever comes to mind. anything that woudl make your mother or father worry about you. Cymarron isn't about to let a kit suffer if he can help it."

The Old one looked at Eclispe with a small grin.

"I saw Cymarron take a Breaker to it's knees once to defend a kit. I'm sure this will snap him back into life."

Bastet returned a smile to the elf, watching him and thinking. Thinking that she should not think anymore because thinking was a good thing until you thought too hard. When you thought too hard, instances manipulate and change in your mind, causing the mind to be paranoid. Restless now, and pushing thoughts aside, she stood and began pacing, trapped in there, yet when she was with him was she really trapped? There goes thought again...too many meanings.

Her pacing was stopped by the elf whom held her heart. She smiled up into his eyes and listened to his whispered question that she had heard before. "At any moment most desire what they can not have, or what is not likely they will have. Right now I can say I am content and can not think of a specific desire." It was true, she had him and for the most part her friends. It did hurt to have Saradin gone, and to step out of the room would give her many desires with the information that eventually awaits. "What desire whispers out to you?"

Climbing up on Cymarron, sitting on his chest, she looked to the Vah in a rather confused fashion. One hand ventured up to grab her ear and tug as she usually did when frustrated. A game? But she didn't understand how it was one...why would she want to make mommy and daddy worry? She made a whimper at her lack of understanding to the whole thing.

Eclipse rounded the bed. He could see that the child wasn't grasping, the association process just wasn't there for her to latch on to. "Close your eyes." Once she did so, he raised a paw to Cymarron and raked his sharp claws over his shoulder, cutting through fur and flesh so that blood issued from the wound. "Sniff and open your eyes."

Taking a good sniff of the air, she immediately threw her hands over her nose and mouth, her eyes reflexively shutting tight and her eras fell back. "No..." It was that smell again, blood. Ecara couldn't stand it, bad things happened when there was blood around. She knew it was coming from Cymarron, but she couldn't move, she had been told to sit there by the Old One. Frustration started to get worse, at it seemed her greatest enemy always. The little wolf care gave a groan, that faded into a whimper, that faded into a soft sob. "No blood...please." She continued to cover her nose and mouth as if it would help, but her sense of smell was too keen. Tears pricked at the corner of her eyes and a few trailed down her cheeks.


Aura raised her eyes from staring at the sixth cup of coffee she was on. She had been at the kitchen table for hours, thinking on things. As Saradin had mentioned, she had a headache by this point. Her eyes went to the window, to notice the sun starting to come up. Seemed the manor was allowed a brief reprieve from rain, or snow, or anything for that matter. Sun...it was nice to see it again. So rare it was around here. Which made it odd as to why she lived here, she was born in a place where the sun ruled...then again, it didn't seem so odd. Her life liked to be pricked with contradictions, the rainy home was just another one. But no one ever said contradictions were bad.

He looked at the door, and then the webs melted away, as did all the other barriers in the room, "Luna to get in, and if the traps do go off, I am sorry, but Only I can reverse them. You could learn how to, but I would have to imprint your DNA into the spell." Nelphean kissed Bastet on th forehead, "I didn't want to kiss your friends... Well, maybe Eclispe, but..." The elf smiled, thinking about how suductive that wolf looked for those very brief moments. "I guess you are free to go as you wish." He said with an exagurated reluctance. "Do go, don't let the sad elf keep you all to himself locked away in his room, where none will be able to save you from his charisma." His voice echoed with a playful melody, he turned, and took a dramatic pose of loss... "I can..." Snif, "be", Snif, "alright" snif snif, "Without you." Fake cry.

Nelphean's ears twitched, the faint sound of a child crying poluted his ears... Very sombre distressed tears... Nelphean followed the sound to the room, where a bunch of people were gathered around Cymarron... He shrugged it off, realising the rue for what it was, and continued to investigate the room, somewhat distressed at the childs tears... "Must I be tortured everywhere I go?" He asked the empty room, in a very hushed voice.