Saillune

[Merc]

The bandits are now scared. Normal, but well trained humans they could have handled. A sorceror, probably. But a mazoku?

Somehow, in their eyes, this just wasn't some normal monster.

They make a run for it. The werewolf grunts in disgust as they vanish underneath the relative safety of the woods, annoyed by the lack of faith in him. He'd eat one of them after he took care of the being in the air.

Crouching on its powerful legs, it makes a jump high into the air as he forms between his claws a compact ball of air, grunting "Aero Bomb."

The small ball flies towards the nearest bats, hitting 3, killing them instantly.

As it falls back down to the ground, it is highly pleased with itself and its spell. Sure it may be a beginner spell, and the only one it knew, but it hurt the thing!

[Carthrat]

The bats fly together, quickly reforming back into the virtually unharmed body of Kylen.. with wings.

Batlike wings extend from his back, measuring only a few feet across. And his terrible bow is pointed directly at the werewolf, a cold smirk across Kylens face.

For this first time, the werewolf may notice two half-filled glass spheres apparently tacked on to the edge of Kylens bow. Red liquid sloshes within them.. and abruptly dissapears as Kylen pulls back on the bowstring.

Three arrows lash out; two of them 'normal' asofar as an arrow made from blood can be, but the other pulsating with raw power as it screams towards the werewolf..

[Merc]

The werewolf nimbly dodges the first two arrows with ease, but fails miserably on the last arrow. Sadly, the last one is the one it most should have dodged. Falling to the ground, it pants in pain, knowing it is near death. Miserable, it spitefully slashes at the cart, ripping through the wooden creation like it was nothing. The cart made worthless, it stares up at your form, with the grin of a monster knowing it was about to die but had still won in its own way.

[Carthrat]

Kylen lands near the werewolf, a menacing glare on his face. "You've ripped my cart," he says, stalking towards the werewolf. "It's not even my cart. I borrowed it.

I would've just killed you.. but I don't think you're good enough for that," he goes on, notching another trio of arrows to his bow. "Looks like you get to live."

With that, he fires a last volley, but designed to incapacitate rather than kill..

[Merc]

The werewolf, though injured, still fights to live, knowing the creature does not wish it dead. It manages to dodge the first arrow, but in its injured state, fails to escape the last two.

Unfortunately for it, Kylen spoke the truth when he said he would not kill him, and the last two shots go through a shoulder and a foot, causing him to howl in agony rather than the anger as he was used to.

The werewolf falls to the ground once more, grasping its shoulder, as it rests its damaged foot. His claws remain ready to strike at Kylen if he tries to even come close, but he does nothing more, still not comprehending the vampire's plan.

[Carthrat]

Kylen smirks, watching the struggles of the wounded werewolf. "Now.. you're mine," he speaks, advancing on the creatures with an expression of hunger on his face.

Ignoring the feeble swipes the werewolf directs his way, Kylen reaches for the creatures neck.

He lifts the unfortunate being up to his mouth.. and bites down on the creatures throat.

[Merc]

The werewolf whimpers, feeling blood drain from him as his wild final swings found themselves useless against the vampire.

[Carthrat]

Kylen dosn't drain all the beings blood. Just enough to make sure he will serve him. His cruel face becomes more coloured as the blood seeps through his body, refreshing him...

Suddenly, he drops the body and stumbles away from it, a look of disgust and horror coming over his eyes. Out of habit, he begins breathing heavily, even though he does not need to.

"Again.. not again.. never again.." he murmers repeatedly to himself, on the borders of hysteria.

Eventually, he pulls himself together. Seperating his coffin from the remains of the cart, he quickly using what remaning cloth there is to bundle it up so it looks like a regular box.

With that done, he moves over to the barely-concious werewolf. "Stand up," he commands it. "And carry that," he continues, pointing at the coffin. "And transform back into a human."

After the pleasantries are dispensed with, Kylen gets back on the horse and rides off. "Follow," he commands the man.

Hopefully, they would reach the town before dawn..

[Merc]

At the much slowed pace, Kylen and his human werewolf thrall arrive to the capital just nearing dawn. Though he would have liked to leave a warning about the town as he'd originally hoped to do and promised, it was too close to sunlight creeping through, and he did not wish to risk his death.

Searching for an abandoned building, he quickly lucks out, finding a damaged house on the outskirts of the capital, some small distance to the north. Claiming 'squatter's rights', Kylen ties the horse's reins to a nearby tree, before quickly moving inside, the werewolf right behind.

With a blank look, the human werewolf sets down the coffin in the house's basement for Kylen to enter and fall into his sleep.

[Carthrat]

"Right," mutters Kylen. "This'll do fine. You're to guard me, dog-boy. If anyone enters the house, you come down here and tell me. Get to it, bitch."

With that, he opens the lid to his coffin, and sleeps the sleep of the damned..

[Merc]

The human werewolf once more nods with a blank stare as it lumbers upwards and sits near the entrance, his eyes watching.

[Asrana]

Caelena sat on Raquel's bed, smiling. "It's not like I haven't seen your room a mess scores of times in the last dozen years..." she laughed, shrugging.

[Bean Bandit]

Raquel shrugged, blushing as she sat down in the chair at her writing table. "Still, I know I'm a slob..."

[Merc]

A soft knock comes from behind the door, and a man's voice is heard. "I've brought the bag of coins and the letter, miss..." the voice speaks up timidly. He seemed to be waiting to be told to come in, rather than face another scare.

[Bean Bandit]

Raquel smiles a little sheepishly, sweatdropping. "It's all right, you can come in," she calls. "We've been waiting."