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"There is a part of Cymarrron that doesn't. there's a part that wants to tear him apart, becuase he is after the affection of Nailah. but on the whole, we like Elias. we are not as..openly friendly with him as others, if that is what gave you the impression we dislike him."

He thought for a moment, and shrugged lightly.

"Elias and Cymarron both care for..love..Nailah. Cymarron isn't Nelphean, and can't use his flowery words. but your mother is the most precious thing to us along with you, Ecara, and Esmerelda. We would give our life for any of you, without question. We love Nailah very much. She does so much for us, without doing anything more than being here. Just like you kits. You will never know what it means to us to be with kits that are free of the collar and the torments of that life."

He chuckled lightly.

"But we are getting mushy. For your question we are indifferent to Elais. we neither hate him..nor particularly like him. we are not friends, but we are allies."

"Yes, you will heal. Of that I have no doubt." She smiled and walked with nailah, going back to the manor. They was not near the place that was blessed by her and Nelphean, but then maybe that was a good thing, could Nailah sense lingering emotions, strong ones? Her ears flicked back to her friend, stumped for a moment, "Huh? What Niah?" Her eyes went wide and she stuttered for a moment, "But no, I can not, it is not possible, you see..." Then she looked at her own midsection, "Oh, wow. You mean what I think you mean right?" She was being slightly dense, but she was not expecting, or rather now she was... Were the emotions messed up?

"We would never do anything to make her cry. but we cannot account for the actions of others. or that what we are will not make her cry. but we would dry her tears, and we woudl hold her till she stopped crying..and if someone made her cry...they would answer to us."

He held tyler close, purring lightly.

"One good thing about being a Vah. fur is absorbant, so we make a good shoulder to cry on. but we would promise you tyler, on pain of death, that we would not do anything on purpose to make her cry."

He looked at him, titling his head lightly.

"And if Cymarron and Nailah were to..become a couple...we would treat you as our own kit."

With a look to her friend, she squinted one eye, happy about the information, yet still in shock. She shook her head and stepped out of Nailah's grip on her shoulders. This was odd... with a strange sort of smile on her face, she nodded to Nailah, "Thank you for telling me, I might not have known for a little while." That is what a few days in bed, then five days in the woods, both times with the elf of your heart, will get you. But, hey she was not complaining, she walked off still slightly shocked and made her way to her room to lie down.

((night guys *yawns, falls asleep halfway through yawn* ))

"We would never leave you or Nailah. that is a vow, a sacred promise from us to you."

He was silent for a moment after the second question.

"If Nailah were to join Elias..we understand, and wish them well. and we would not treat you any different, and Nailah would still be our closest friend. those bonds, Tyler, are not broken because one doesn't get what they desire. There are many types of love, little Tyler. our love woudl change, but remain. we may not get the romantic love we desire, but we woudl still love her, and you, as family and packmates."

"Cymarron's pleasure to watch your kit, Nailah. we will see you tomorrow, Tyler."

He gave his own feline yawn, picked himself up with the book in hand, and went out to his Den, curling up on his furs and going to sleep, clutching the book like a child might clutch a prized toy.

Joe wandered outside in the grassy area where he had originally come out of the forest. He was very depressed; it seems that he had come all this way only to find another dead end. He had felt his mortal weaknesses return to him over the years, as he lost his power to apathy. Wiedreich felt weak. He had not the power of the old days when he had banished the 'werewolf' from his body and gained victories in the ancient wars. He knew his purpose, but he did not know where to start...or even if he could accomplish his designs before all good things crumbled to dust. The manor and its inhabitants were his only clue.
...But he knew that the best answers were inside him, not in mystical books buried under centuries of dust. He knew that he could not give up.
He knew that knew he was not strong; were his old enemies to find him, they would triumph. The many spirits of wizards and warriors might find him again...and take over his body. He knew that they were somewhere...perhaps only a few feet away...and had been following him, waiting for him to let his guard down, waiting for him to lose his power to resist. Yes...he could feel their foul presence in the air. But if he were to live for anything, it was to disappoint these human monsters.
Quickly rising to his feet, he found his way back into the manor.