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[imgleft]http://i641.photobucket.com/albums/uu131/UH11/2012/2d5da9dd-ccb1-4f0f-abd8-9efcce37dcc1_zpsb5c3f923.jpg[/imgleft] [align=left][color=crimson][size=18]Amara Vanili[/size][/align] [color=darkred]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/color][/size] ▃ [size=10] [color=red]▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃[/color][/size][/align][/color] [size=10]The winter season had came and went and now it was the beginning of Spring. Spring was one of Amara's favorite times of the year because it wasn't too hot and it wasn't too cold. It was a chance for a new beginning, life, etc. Morale in the MPI-J had been at an all time low, especially since the revelation of the death of their comrade Nicolas Marks had passed. The news had hit Amara pretty hard. Nic was the very first person she had met at the MPI-J, well besides the doorman, and the first to show himself friendly. The young Craft User had stayed in her apartment for two weeks without leaving when she had first got word of the news. It was like a bad taste that she so desperately wanted to get rid of. Amara had submerged herself into scripture, trying to deal with death and even though The Bible provided answers on Death...it was something she couldn't come to terms with. Amara had even went so far as to dye her hair black, somehow hoping that the alteration of her appearance would help her cope, if anything, it just showed how she felt inside...dark and cold. Fasting for several days, she tried to keep her mind on God and the promises that he made all of his children and with this, Amara tried to keep in her head. Nic was in a better place now, she had to tell herself that. The eternal bliss of being in the Lord's presence should have been a comforting thought for Amara, that Nic would be able to experience this everyday but it didn't. Amara had felt as if she had been betrayed by God. She had done everything she knew possible to be meek, humble and use her cursed power for the glory of God and this is how he repaid her? A few weeks back, Amara had asked Grail if they were going to have a memorial service for Nic and we he informed her that there would not be, it seemed as if her "world" had been shattered. If this was the way he was handling Nic's death, how would he handle hers? That was a dumb question, he'd probably mark it off as one less witch to kill. But Nic...he was human...and this was what he got after he had left the realm of the living? Storming out of the building, the craft user had taken to the streets. It had to be a lie, all of it. Nic was still alive and she would find him. Against her normal nature, she began to intrude on the thoughts of everyone she had passed. This behavior continued for several days, and if Amara had come across a witch in the process she was quick to subdue them and have MPI-J to come and apprehend them...a few she had killed herself...which she repented for because it was clearly out of anger and it wasn't like her. It seemed that just because they had a death in the "family", it didn't delay the missions they were sent on. It was as if Grail was a madman and each day, Amara grew to resent the crimson haired b*****d each time they went on a mission. It seemed that grief had subconsciously fueled the Craft User into becoming more accurate and better at hunting...but like everything else, the missions were simply a filler to the void that couldn't be filled. The Craft User looked at her clock, it was almost 11:00 AM, and she had finally gotten dressed. Since Nic's death, Amara had become a little more liberal in her dressing and added new items to her wardrobe. She wore blue jeans, sneakers, a black tank top and a denim cut off jacket for the day with gold hoop earrings. She hated going to the MPI-J...it wasn't the same. Jun was nice to her and she cared for the pink haired woman as well, but it wasn't the same...nothing was the same. Amara had also become a little more liberal in using her abilities. She wasn't cocky or boisterous but she wasn't ashamed of what she was capable of doing. Shutting off everything in her apartment she locked up and headed towards the MPI-J on her scooter. It seemed that everything and everyone in Tokyo was so full of life, and Amara was just simply existing. She reflected on her life and how she had reacted the last few weeks and she didn't like what she saw. Trying her best, she put on a positive mindset...nothing was going to ruin this beautiful spring day and she would have to move on in life...it seemed that everyone sure had. Pulling up to the MPI-J building, she swiped her card and parked. Walking towards the entrance she stopped and looked at the doorman smiling. He was reading the morning paper and smoking a cigar like always. Watching him, she somehow had a twisted hope that Nic would be upstairs, typing away on the keyboard. [color=crimson][b]"Good Morning Victor"[/b][/color] she said to him as she walked in. Waving his hand he said nothing, he was too caught up in what he was reading. Walking through the lobby, she got a page, letting her know that there was a meeting in the briefing room. What now? Another mission? Amara would walk out if it were another mission. She took the elevator as she proceeded to the appropriate floor the others would gather at. When she saw what room number it was, her heart fell to her stomach. Briefing Room #06...this is where it started...where they had learned of the untimely and unfortunate death of of Nicolas. The doors opened and Amara stepped off of the elevator, inhaling deeply before walking into the room. It was an eerie silence at first, she saw Grail, Jun and the others but said nothing, just a nod of the head to show that she acknowledged them but that was it. Amara had noticed the small robotic arachnids crawling about Grail's desk...she didn't have to use her abilities to know they were Nic's creations. The telepath took a seat as Grail initiated the sequence. The audio that played was almost like a knife through the heart. Each word...the sounds...were reoppening wounds. Amara closed her eyes as she silently said a prayer. To know that Nic had departed this world the way that he did. Her mind began to drift to her first day here, where she met Nic. He was quite friendly and wanted to know all about her. She remember being so shy around him, but opening up to hopefully gain a friend and that's exactly what she had done. She smirked mentally as she thought back to him asking him could she read his mind on command or to move something. She did read his mind and she remembered moving his mug into his hands, he thought it was cool, and she thought that Nic was cool. Amara reflected back to how he had offered to show her around and get some authentic Japanese cuisine. Their dinner...their first encounter with a witch...she could never get back...but she would always have the memory. [color=crimson][i]EVE[/i][/color] was the name that rang in Amara's head. Who the hell was Eve? And why did she take away Nic? What had he done to deserve such a fate? Now that they know that Nic had died by the hands of a with...would they treat Amara differently? It wasn't like it could have gotten any worst, but it was a thought. It was because of witches like Eve that humans walked around with a prejudice against all. The audio had ended and Amara was trying to fight back the tears that were collecting in her orbs. [color=red][i]"Any questions?"[/i][/color] was all she heard from Grail. Jun had answered...though she didn't have a question she made the statement that the witch needed to be caught. Amara agreed but something in her...couldn't come to terms to what she had just heard...the attitude around the office and the demeanor Grail gave off. [color=red][i]"Any questions?"[/i][/color]...it kept repeating in her mind, over and over and over. Soon Amara's emotions overtook her as she stood up. [color=crimson][b]"Yes I have a question, I have a few! Why did Nic have to go? Of all people, why was it him? Why did God allow this to happen? And you...you...you act so calmly about it...why haven't we had a memorial for our friend? Just when I was trying to come to terms with his death...you play this..."[/b][/color] Amara said in anger. Closing her eyes, a snowglobe in the room exploded due to her telekinesis, it wasn't intentional all the way, she could feel her power fluctuating and had to focus not to cause more damage than just the snow globe. A few weeks ago, Amara would have been worried about Grail pulling out a gun on her or the others ready to put her down like a rabid dog, but she didn't care...not right now. Feeling as if she had stayed too long and needing to distance herself, she turned around and began to walk out. [color=crimson][b]"I'll be back later"[/b][/color] she said and with that walked out and onto the elevator. Turning off her communication device, Amara didn't want to be found...she didn't want a talk to, she just wanted to be alone with her thoughts...and find out more about this Eve...but not today...nothing involving hunting or witches or MPI today...this was perhaps one of the most difficult days in her life, next to the day she found out of Nic's death...this had hurt just as bad. The elevator had stopped and she had walked through the lobby and into the parking lot, hopping on her scooter and leaving the premises of the MPI-J. She needed to clear her mind...and get something to eat. It was after noon now and lunch specials would be abundant around this area. Taking a konpeitō out of her jacket pocket she began to eat it...thinking of Nic once more...with this bit of nostalgia...she wanted to wallow in it once more as she headed to the direction of Saitama to Gurīndoragon, where her, Nic and Kane had all eaten her first night in Japan. About thirty minutes later, she had arrived at the restaurant as she parked her scooter and approached the building. It was crowded and it should have been...it was lunch time...and she was here alone, looking around she tried to find a booth or table she could sit at alone, but it seemed they were jammed pack for the day. [/size]

Yaru, a young male solar lion, muscular and light on his feet, looked to be the prime of his life. He was a paradox - sleek and agile, with a husky voice that made lionesses swoon to hear him (when he finally spoke, that was), the scent of power was strong on him but he was timid and shy. He knew he came from a very powerful family - one that was embraced by the earth itself - but it was that very power that scared the hell out of him. Much like Nori, he wasn't afraid to be powerful, but that his power would elude him when he needed it most.

Unlike Kunar, he was a bit worried on this beautiful night. His agitation had been growing for quite some time now, though he'd refused to tell his brother what was wrong. In fact, he wasn't entirely sure himself....something just felt off. Maybe it had to do with the warnings their fathers had passed on about Nori's old master? Who knew... All he knew for sure was he'd stay well clear of the guy, and hoped never to meet him in person.

While his brother was off preening for his hunt, Yaru had loped away to find a private space not too far away and pulled out his little bag of rune stones that Nori had taught him to carve as a cub. They were rough works obviously made by unskilled hands, and he should probably make a new set, but he was still very proud of what he'd accomplished all by himself. That, and he'd received high praise from his father that he cherished close to his heart.

Closing his eyes to clear his mind, he gently tossed the stones out in front of him, intending to see what might he gain from it's perspective when he too felt the waves of hate and aggression that grew until he had his head covered by his paws trying to block it out. Reaching out mentally along the family path, he touched his brother's mind to seek reassurance, almost hating himself for feeling like a scared little cub, but he had very little bravery. He wasn't a coward, either, but he'd never been pushed to the point where it came out. This is when he wished he felt no emotion, then maybe he wouldn't act like such a child anymore. In some ways, he longed for that time to come...

Kunar...be careful...

:: Do not worry Yaru. I've got this. But just in case, stay away from the area, k?::

Kunar was ready for him. Ready to slip away as intangible mist the moment a claw came near. But his attacker stopped. Stopped before he could do much more than raise his paw. And stared. Kunar stared back at him. This guy was big. Sure he'd had no idea what he would be expecting this stranger to look like. But he wasn't expecting the draconic visage before him now.

He sensed confusion, and.... sorrow. Terrible sorrow. Enough to wrench at one's heart. He watched him as the stranger tore the immediate area apart.

Silent as a shadow, he slipped away as mist and reformed before him, looking up at him. "I feel your pain. It comes from looking upon me. What could possibly have happened to one such as you to make your soul cry out in so much pain? Speak to me stranger, won't you please?"

There was power behind his voice. A compulsion to do as he bade. His blue eyes almost glowed as he addressed him. "Tell me your sorrows." He stepped closer, incredibly confident in himself.

Kunar's eyes widened at the mention of his birth father. So this was the former master. He could understand his sorrow. After all, he could freely access his father's memories for the time he was with this male. As Razier shook himself out of the compulsion he sighed and gave him a smirk.

"Clever indeed. I needed answers. And you don't look like the type to give them freely." He liked this male's voice. Wished to hear it with emotion. Sorrow. Fury. Passion. Desire. Something! With a smirk he turned his back to him and drew his tailfeathers over one foreleg. "ARE these your lands? I was unaware... I came to hunt, of course. And for the record, though I'm sure you must know by now, I am one of Nori's sons." He looked back at him over his shoulder. "Kunar, is my name."

And of course he'd join him. To start with, he was much too intrigued to just let this male escape his attention. This was a male who almost became their birth father's mate. Could have been their sire. And while they could easily see Nori's memories of him, Kunar was terribly curious as to his side of things. And besides... Razier was headed straight in Yaru's direction. He needed to make sure Yaru was safe. That he would treat Yaru as he treated him.

Hence he cheerily marched on by his side, giving him a sideways glance. "So... what happened to you while you and my birth father were separated. It was quite some time..." As he spoke he also reached out to Yaru through the family path.

:: Brother dearest, get ready. He's headed in your direction. I won't let him hurt you, of course. But it wouldn't hurt to be ready for him. ::

"It was an ambush filled with betrayal..."

That was all he was going to say for now. While Kunar looked like his birth father, he was still the spawn of his enemy and so he would not have the privilege of being given the information he wanted so freely. He would not speak of his time of confinement. He would not speak of his time sealed away in a whirlwind of darkness and icy winds that tore at his flesh. He would not speak of his power being drained from him nor would he speak of how he'd come so close to death after nearly being bled dry. Even Razier was unable to explain how he was able to live, reclaim the power lost and escape his prison.

From behind his mask, jade orbs scanned the lands for suitable prey and all the while he found nothing...that is until Yaru sat up and looked their way. What Razier saw was Nick and it set him off. But this male felt far too different to be Nick, though he could really care less. He gave his word to keep his distance from Nick....not his look alike. Like a bottle rocket he was off charging right for him. His gauntlet covered paws glistening in the moons light. His head was slightly lowered and those horns of his were bared.

Yaru froze, eyes wide and unable to think or move, the blast of pure rage and perhaps dark glee mixed in blanketing his senses to the point he couldn't think. By the time he got his senses back, he would of been gored if it hadn't been for Kunar being so quick and fearless. Yes, he looked more like Nick, but he had much of Nori about him as well in his personality even as he took a subservient posture behind his brother as he awaited what fate would bring, muscles tensed.