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"You are not a kit. you are not born of union between those who show love or a bonding of spirit. you are a doll. a puppet, made for one who could not have the true being...."

He shot a look at Saradin.

"You were nto seriously wounded. but her and Eclipse suffered many injuries. she was afraid to go down that hall. and you broker her metal fangs...if not for the Den mother's forgivness, Cymarron woudl have tore your throat when he first saw you."

Then back the Nelphean..ready with another retort, before he fully got into his head the words.

"Cymarron...did not know. the only thing Cymarron remembers is fighting with Eclipse...Cymarron, then, owes the elf a debt. which he will repay by leaving the elf alone."

He turned on his heel, and moved out to the kitchen, grabbing every leftover drink he'd made, pouring it all into one vat, and guzzling it down like water.

Nelphean thought about Mr. Stupid, "You hurt Rakka?" He whispered, his eyes narrowed, Nelphean stood still, trying to keep his cool. His eyes conved a very confused look, "I know that she think you are a friend..." The elf's tortured soul cried out to punish the wicked, but was he wicked if he could not remeber or concieve of the crime.

"Cymarron acts as though I had a choice in being created, and he acts as though I have choice in who I am." If he knew the horror, he would not have broken in four years.

Aura slid down the side of the manor to sit in the slightly warmed grass. Behind closed eyes she was living as flash back. But it was a good one at least. One of those days that was just so nice you remembered. With a contented sigh she let go of that past and opened her eyes to look at the courtyard around her. It was quiet, peaceful. When she was still alone, she remembered spending hours at a time out here, lying in the grass, swimming in the lake, reading under a tree. It had brought solace to a weary lonely soul. A soft laugh escaped Aura. How different things were now.

"WHen I woke up yesterday, My friend decided that we should escape our prison, and make our way to this manor. Yestarday afternoon, my friend was buried. I walke through these gates with the intent to leave a part of my friend here, only to discover that the beloved cat was stolen. Aurahkah and I went and saved the cat, and returned to find Saradin."

Nelphean walked right up beside the girl, "Everything that I have know, everything that bgave meaning and purpose to my life was taken away from me, and I was left with nothing. I have no memories of much further back than my first meeting with Rakka, and I have little to offer in stories outside of what she told me, of this place." Nelphean turned away from the girl, "Is that something you think me to be lieing about, Saradin saw me fight Nelphean for a brief moment, trying to... get revenge on him for what he did to Rakka."

"And all he did was live."

Nailah buried her head in her hands. "I don't understand...." She shook her head and lifted it, then ran her hands throug her hair. "Rakka...I know an Aurakah. And what cat do you speak of?" She was so confused. She wanted to hug Saradin but she just sat there at the piano. She turned on Nelphean and said "So you continue to tell me that you are not one I know. And I suppose you are to tell me the same thing?" she said to Saradin. "I suppose you'll try and make me believe that you don't know who I am?"

"Come with me." Nelphean walked towards the door, "To put your heart to rest."

"The cat is Cymarron. Rakka is Aurahkah, but Aurahkah is not Rakka."

"Or I'll go get Nelphean..." Maybe I should get someone else to get Nelphean...

Aura looked down to her boots as her mind wandered. They were definitely worth their price. They only came up to her ankles, the top edge folded over, and made of a light tanned leather suede, their soles being sturdy white rubber. Around the outer edge of where the leather was folded over to form a cuff at her ankle was gold threading that had been added to give them a little touch of aesthetic appeal and femininity to them. Such innocent looking boot with such a true deadly nature. Raising her feet slightly from the grass she tapped her heels together then lowered her feet back down into the grass. A dual sounding mechanical click went off and in one swift motion, barely caught in one wasn't paying attention, two blades shot out from the sides of her boots. Each of the four little blades had one smooth edge, and one serrated edge. Those four blades all arced forward in the rubber and each two of each boot clicked together at the toe of the boot, to form one blade with serrated edges. She smiled as she looked at the bladed boots. Another tap of the heels and the blades retracted as if not even hidden within the soles. Kian was a genius.

"I'm sorry, clearly Im just making things worse. I'll go." Saradin pulled away from the piano and headed towards the door. "Nelphean, maybe its better if we dont make it worse for her right now. She knows we just want her to get through all of this happily." He hadnt looked back as he said it, the worry in his face to sincere to make it easy. "If you dont want to talk to us anymore, I can understand."