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He nodded, and sat right down in the hall, and began to concentrate, and gather spiritual energy, summoning it in a form like a hurricane, to which the Manor was the eye of the storm. Cymarron's body shimmered with light, and he trembled trying to control the power he was summoning. One could even hear the rushing 'waind of energy around the Manor, that began to sound like flowing water as the ward took a flowing shape and movement over the building itself..before it made a sound like solidifying ice.

"The Manor is under the most powerful Ward Cymarron can create. No being of light, shadow, fire, water, wind, earth, flesh or spirit can enter without the Pack's permission."

He got up, breathing a little heavier, and ears droped a bit.

Alicia watched Merre laughing and instantly became upset. She narrowed her eyes and saw who she was with. Tommy, James, Edward, and Kit. She had pleasured every one of them. They hadn't paid her very well either. She picked up a knife from a nearby table and began to play with it. Merre had made her very very unhappy. It wasn't long now before she would return the favor.




Tyler stirred under the blankets and finally found his way out from under them. He looked around the room but he wasn't entirely sure where he was. He knew for a fact he wasn't in Miss Niah's room and he remembered seeing Miss Bastet. His stomach growled once and he realized he was very very hungry. He headed out of the door and into the hallway where he saw Miss Ara, Mr. Cynammon, and the other man. He couldn't remember what his name was though. He rubbed his eyes and smiled sleepily at the three adults. "Hi. My. Cynammon!" he cried running towards him. He saw Miss Ara but still didn't want to apologize. So for the time being he ignored her.

A look to Cymarron. "Thank you Cymarron. Now take a rest my friend, don't wear yourself out." Her look then went back to Saradin, smile melting away once again. It had to feel teriible...he sounds like he was almost saying he was helpless. And Saradin's bottom line had always been to protect others. "I'm sure...that it must be horrible Saradin...but, like I said you can't give in to it. And who's to say that you will fail? Besides, I know you Saradin. Despite how you've changed...some things in your soul never will. Like when you feel defeated, you know better. You know that being defeated is often a temporary condition. Giving up is what makes it permanent." Old times...all those old talks with Saradin. A smile. "Believe me, you can win."

Bastet moved slowly under the sheet, not wanting to open her eyes, fearing what she would see. The memory of the dead and decaying bodies were too fresh in her mind, too real for her. The men that she had killed... because they had killed Omari and then hearing his screams again. It all blended and faded with her memories of what actually happened, the memories that resurfaced and played in her mind as well. Finally she peeked into the real world, as she was only torturing herself by remembering. Even with what her eyes saw, the images did not go away. Moving slowly, she sat up some only to fall back down with a moan from the pain that still eminated from her back. Her eyes rested on Nelphean, the glazed look gone for the most part. He was the one thing that was not ruined completely. The doubts and fears were always in her mind because they were a part of her past thoughts, but that did not mean there was truth in them.

A warm smile at his admission. That's what she wanted to hear, she didn't want him to forget that."Yes. All the time, about many things...often late at night when we were either to junked on coffee to sleep or we just didn't want to sleep at all." A soft laugh. "It was rather enlightening." Then she caught sight of the boy out of the corner of her eyes and spared him some attention. "Yes Tyler?"

Tyler waited until she looked at him and then he said "I apologize Miss Ara for doing bad things and upsetting you and making Miss Niah go away. I hope you can forgive me." He bowed quickly and bit his lip. Then he walked back over to Cymarron. He was glad that was over with. His stomach growled and he looked up at Cymarron. "Mr. Cynammon? Can you get me something to eat? I'm hungry and Miss Bastet isn't here right now."

Saradin reluctantly held his words for a few more minutes, it was hard already and having a child he barely... or thought he barely knew staring at him didnt make it easier. And when Tyler left as promptly he tried to find his place again. "There..." Timidly he began to speak, it was a hard thing to really bring up without confusing them both more, and he could again feel the rising trauma in himself as it tried to drown out the positive effects of his question. "Was there anything... between us?"

Aura let her head tilt to the side as he asked his question, she blinked once then it was her turn to fidget and be awkward. "As in...romantically?" Well of course that was what he meant. She looked at her hands a moment that were resting in her lap before looking back up to him. "..Um...no..." Suddenly she was looking for support sentences. Then she laughed. "By the looks of us though...one would probably imagine that there was. We were rather close...always been that way really." She smiled to him again. "Why do you ask that Saradin?"