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Tyler cried harder. "I want my Niah" He reached out to Bastet because he didn't recognize her. "Why did she leave me?" He cried harder and couldn't help but remember how Miss Niah had always wiped away his tears and held him when he was scared. He was scared now because he dind't know if she had left because of him. "I tried so hard to be good. I just wasn't good enough."

Nelphean's brain kicked, for once. "Nailah..." He decided against lying to the boy, he'd rather not. Why should he lie for Nailah, jsut because she ran off, leaving behind a child...



Aurora looked pained at the fact the child was lulling for Bastet, and she almost growled her displeasure... Instead she let him go, to wonder away to where ever he wished to be... She was hurt by the child's disaffection, but she could accept why... He was just abandoned by someone who said that they would never leave... I could kill her and take her place?

No. I have faith she will return, but I think that Tyler may never trust her again if we don't handle this correctly.

Nelphean looked at his daughter, "She wont be hurt, too many people wont let her be hurt. Cymarron has sworn his loyalty to his pack, and a wayward soul is still part of that, I hear he protects her as we speak." Nelphean told mostly the truth, he thought that Cymarron was still there, never leaving the side of Nailah. That cat was a fanatic. "Tyler can't go... yet. He hasn't the strength. He hasn't eaten in a long time, arn't you hungry?" Nelphean was thinking agian, a much better line of thoughts, "Perhaps, if Tyler trains well enough, he can go find Nailah."

Aurora looked slightly upset, she disappeared and turned into her wolf form. The wolf entered the room from the door. "Father, how is Bastet, OH, what a cute child!" She said playfully, "Can I keep it?"

Tyler looked at the elf and nodded. "I will be bigger and then I'll go get her." he said. He rubbed his eyes and yawned then laid his head back against her shoulder. He yawned again and hten saw a wolf come in the room. He smiled and said "Clipse? How come you're-" teh little boy was exhusted and fell asleep in Bastet's arms.

((sorry but I gotta go ))

Bastet hugged Tyler in her arms and kissed the top of his head. She could not help it, he was cute. And he would find out later that he has two wolves to play with. Ajusting him in her arms, Bastet moved over to her bed and laid him down on it, tucking him in.

When she turned back to nelphean and Aurora, she could not help but notice that Nel was eyeing her. Since she was unsure of herself she was uncomfortable, but was aware that that would only encourage him and walked to the door of her room motioning that they should leave Tyler to sleep. On her way she lost her balance and fell forward some only to catch herself once she stumbled into the hallway. "For one thing I am not ill, I am just a bit out of my skin and that will be taken care of with some creative persuasion. Also this dress is not mine, but I should keep it as a part of payback... and cut a hole in it when I get my tail back." Thinking about what Nelphean said she laughed ironically, "Or she could be creating her own payback. You suggested it to him Nelphean, besides he will not be big and strong for a few years now and Nailah will be back before then." With a look to Aurora, "He is bad is he not?"

Bastet laughed, "Really Aurora? We need to talk more becuase this is useful information." Her eyes stayed with his, "To have a worshiper I guess I have to change back. You would not let me bite the hag but can Aurora?" She hit Nelphean playfully, "That was mean, toying with her like that, I expect no less from you. I would say it is fun to corrupt a young mind, but not to too great an extent. I wonder if all Nelphean's are musical will you make Tyler musical too?"

She was taken to a room, and rather groggy when she woke, panicing and immediatly moving her hand to her throat, feeling the mark left by claws..and turning her eyes to look at the figure that put them there..and scurried into the corner of the room.

"What do you want with me?"

Cymarron knelt down, effectively blocking the door. he'd put Nailah in her room, but scent...but had made sure she'd had nice soft sheets and a comforter, and plently of soft pillows and a decent shirt and skirt instead of her rags. and left instruction to the tavern goes that if Dobbs had them shredded, or if her sheets went missing..and he WOULD know...that he was going to come back and take something of thiers. like vital organs. Now he was here with Dobbs daughter, watching her like any cat with a wounded mouse.

"What do you think we wish with you?"

"You're going to eat me. He's not coming. he won't lift a finger, because I'm all used up, he says. barely worth having."

"Used up? how does one use up bloodkin?"

She stood up, rather defiant and proudly to him. he may scare her to death, but she was who she was, and not ashamed about it.

"I'm a whore. and a damn good one too. I can make men moan and move in ways thier wives only dream of."

"Is that so. Cymarron doubts that, if your kin claims you are 'used up'."

"That's because I don't make the money I used to. because they get tired of me...they look at things like your Merre and think she'll give them better than I do."

"Careful. you tread on dangerous ground."

He augmented that statement with a dangerous flex of his claws. She looked at him and lifted her chin up, and spit at him.

"I'll tread where and when I please. What do you think you can do? My own father sells my body to those drunken asses for his own gain, and as you saw, left everyone else to rot when you came in."

Cymarron gave a low growl. she was pushing his limits. he was trying to be nice.

"We want to know where your sire went to. we know he's hiding somewhere, and you should know where. he's who we want. We have a promise to keep."

He ears swiveled, like he was listening to other voices that she couldn't hear. she stodd up, crossed her arms, and and snorted at him.

"I don't know, I don't care, and if I did I wouldn't tell you!"

He was across the room in a heartbeat. her neck in his grip and lifted her into the air.

"Then you are no use to us, are you. so why should we not finish the task we started?"

"G--go---go ahead. get me out of this hell hole. He won't miss me. no one will."

Cymarron growled, baring his fangs. his ear swivled again, and his head turned lightly.

"Yes. we should, shouldn't we. that would be a reminder, wouldn't it."

"Who are you talking to?!"

"Quiet, broodmare."

"How dare you call me..."

He snarled and threw her down, and tore away her clothes. Then she was truly frightened. she had pushed too far, thinking that as long as Merre was close he would do nothing that could wake her. She fought for all she was worth, biting, kicking, clawing. But Cymarron's claws cut deeper, and he was far stronger than her. When he had finished with her, he left her a bloody mess, what was probably left of her mind shattered. she was curled up in a little ball, with the Eye of Ra carved into her forehead. along with claw marks and bruises all over her body.