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[Momintai]

[[ooc//]] Horrible, and horribly short. Yes, I know. I am sorry, but I just can't figure out where this post is going next... Honestly, it just feels as if the post is dead... And I'm just trying to wake it up.
See, I can write- I can make sense of my own thoughts.
But, I can't go anywhere with this part of the story.

Crap! I'm Sorry!!!



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Momintai quietly stepped away from her other siblings, and while lifting her long legs quickly made her way to Tsuika's side. She nuzzled her sister tenderly and steered her away from Zeron, and what had once been a bloody mess on the floor. Whispering kind and tender words in her younger and weaker sister's ears and held her protectively close to her body and looking around at all her other siblings. Thoughts, worries ran through her mind. What were they going to do? Who was going to go? Where the hell were they going to find this monster? Shaking her head she looked over at her other siblings, and a small whine came from her throat. It was not fear, it was not pain, it was the thought that something would go wrong. She could not stand it if she came this close and then lost everything once again.

"Zion. What are we going to do?"
Her voice was low- there was almost traces of worry lacing them. When it came to her family, she could not manage to hide back the traces of worry and fear that played with her heart. Looking tenderly at Tsuika she nuzzled her cheek again, then licked her forehead. She could still feel the fear racing along her sister's body, still see the disbelief and pain in her round eyes. A small shiver was coming along her body as well, and as her own gold and black pelt melted with the pearl and sheen of her lovely siblings coat she could feel herself relating and beginning to understand what it was that Tsuika was feeling. It was there- from that fear and pain that she was given another kind of emotion. Hope. She could feel the hope taking over her body, a calmness, and she knew that somehow- one way or another- they would all be together again.

She just had to figure out how.
Then do all she could to make it happen.

[Kouma]

Kouma glared at the bitch queen, watching her closely with those demonic goat slit eyes. She didnt take into consideration what the queen had just said, and that was where she made her first mistake. Dosferatu were special, unique in the sense that they were immune to all magic's, all that they were aware of. The Sidhe, and Elves, and most of the fey got their magic from the earth, the purest source, though it filtered through them, and dulled, making it unable to harm a Dosferatu. They had never, however, faced a pure magic, not like the Sithen that surrounded them, so she knew nothing of what was taking effect.

"I'll take my chances...." she snarled before she sifted sitting upon her tainted hunches and turned to look at Zion. Her gaze strayed to Tsuika, watching her pale daughter with a sort of pity. She loved her, as she loved all her children, but she was still not the best mother and as much as she tried, she couldn't ever be, she still saw everyone around her as rivals, and lesser than she was, save for Zion, who was still proving himself worthy of even her.

Her head tilted slightly as she peered at Momintai, looking at her just as she spoke. A smile curved her lips, revealing those ivory fangs that were just as dangerous as they looked. "Your going to go get your brother and sister from Lucifer. You all may have died, but the Dosferatu have been thought extinct for thousands of years, even they may forget that magic is useless on you. Just be quick about it." she snapped, her usual commanding tone sounding like a general ordering her soldiers.

That thought brought a grin about her features and she laughed with delight at the very thought. That had really been the whole intention of their offspring, a horde of destruction at their whim. Who would have known that they would be so strong, and so obsessed with free will.

Kouma's attention shifted again, turning back to the queen with a narrowed gaze. "You know who would have made that don't you?" she asked, sudden suspicious as she pushed herself to her massive paws. When she moved, the guards around the queen shifted, stepping forwards as if they sensed a threat. Kouma smirked, knowing she'd been right, oh, they definitely knew.

The Queen sneered, looking at her guards with a furious look. "Yes, i know what could have made it, but they have become just as scarce as your breed. When you disappeared, they did. Do you recall your rivals? The only creature who's magic actually worked against you? The Asmodai made it, i didnt know they actually made things like that, for most are harmonious, or what was left of them. We havent seen one in centuries, but obviously the elves have if they found something like that, or obtained it."

Kouma's snarl rose from her throat, filling the air with a dark promise. She remembered the Asmodai, and well. If she recalled correctly, she and Zeron had had a couple run in's when she was young, and one had almost killed the whelp she had been. If it hadn't been for Zeron, she'd have been dead. She couldn't remember if they had disappeared before the war or not. It was so long ago. She stole a glance at Zeron before she turned and looked at Tsuika in question. "How long ago did they put that thing on you? How long after they captured you?" she asked, her voice surprisingly gentle as she spoke to her weakest child.

Tsuika flinched at the sound of her mothers voice, and turned her wide blue eyes towards her mothers gold and red ones. She shook her own massive head as she thought about it. She couldn't recall a sense of time. After the first couple of months everything just ran together. "It was a while... a couple months, maybe a year..." she whispered her voice hoarse, though surprisingly sweet and gentle for not having spoke to a soul in more years than she could imagine.

Kouma nodded and glanced back at the Queen before she turned to her son. "You all need to go. Myself and your father will stay here, make sure she doesn't leave our sight. Her guards will escort you to where you need to go. Wont they?" she asked with a smirk as she turned back to the queen.

The Queen glared at Kouma in fury. She didn't like the idea with allowing some of her guard to go along with five Dosferatu. Slowly she nodded and turned towards her closest guard. "Get Niffa and Fel. They are to escort them out of Faerie, and to where the closest portal is. They are NOT to get to close, i will not lose my Sidhe." She said and turned back to Kouma as her guard left. "They will take them most of the way, and tell them where the portal is, but they are n ot going close enough to be stolen, I have lost to many and received only dead when they were returned. They must hurry, for the Devil's will be active very soon."

The queens guard returned quickly, with two others, one muscular and very male, and the other a small petite female, and if looks could kill, everyone in the room would have long been dead. They both were armed to the teeth, and looked as if they were to go into battle at any given second. "Follow them, they will take you where you need to go. And Kouma, I will not go back on my word, i promise, but i do advise that you get away from the Sithen for the time they are gone."

Kouma only grinned before she turned to Zion. She merely nodded to him before the two escorts turned on their heel and headed out the door. Ginseng and Vazhar were on their heels in a second, keeping them in sight, and at a careful distance. Tsuika didnt move, she was locked to Zion's side and would only move when he did.

[Zeron]

A low growl, almost inaudible came from the depths of Zion's throat as he watched his mother and the Bitch interact with each other. Solid paws were spread apart, allowing himself to be as strong and fortified as a statue made of nothing was stone. Tsuika was weak next to him, he could feel her slight body weight pressing up against his side. If it wasn't that she was breathing right next to him, he would believe her to be dead. The smallest of the siblings had always been slight compared to everyone else, but as Zion looked upon her now rage began to build in his throat. Bones protruded out her sides, her sleep Dosferatu pelt was unkept and in tangles. Though she had always been the most petite and if he dared say it, the weakest, of them all. She was the most beautiful. Or at least, she had been.

Looking at his other siblings, then finally to his parents, his lips pulled back to show a twisted smile.
"Time for some fun?"
Nudging Tsuika gently his long legs took a slow step forward. He didn't need to look back to know that his three other siblings were following him. He even knew what order they were walking in. Tsuika next to him, Ginseng directly behind her, Momintai just beside Ginseng but behind Zion, and Vazhar bringing up the rear.
Looking at his little sister, his leaned his head over hers and liked the top of her head tenderly. His words were a whisper, he highly doubted Ginseng would be able to hear, and knew Vazhar would have no clue what he was saying.
"We'll be ok. But you got to stay close and keep up with me, ok?"

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Momintai's coat caught the light of the small throne room, shining into the eyes of all who looked upon the small family. Standing up on her long legs she fell into step beside Ginseng, her long ears lilted forward, watching the road in from of them. As Zion's words hit her, she could hear the call for violence begin to stir in her chest. Out of all of them, Momintai hated needless violence the most. But this, this was a battle, this was a mission, a reason to go out and drip the blood of her enemies. And even she- level headed and serene- enjoyed her share of blood as much as any of her siblings.

Looking behind her, she caught Vazhar's eye and could almost see traces of worry swimming in them. Though the emotion was quickly masked by rage, she knew it was there. It was then that she remember how close her two most deranged siblings were. A small seed or worry began to grow in her beating heart. If when they got where they were going, if Tanini was in the same situation Tsuika had been, she was not sure if any of them would be able to handle Vazhar's rage.

"Hurry Up!"
Her worry hard turned into harsh words as she looked at the two escorts the queen had given them. The Dosferatu siblings were already beginning to walk out of the hall, and she'd be damned if she was going to allow those two fucks to walk behind them. Zion might trust himself enough to protect them, but Momintai was different. She did not think of how to protect her and her siblings from getting attacked. She thought of how to protect her and her siblings from the consequences of their actions. She'd be damned if she was going to go back to hell just because Vazhar got pissed and went after their guides.

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Zeron's eyes held his son's for a long moment. Zion never looked away, and it made Zeron proud yet at the same time worried him. All five of them were fresh from torture, they were all looking for a fight. Was this really the best thing for them to be doing at a time like this? Letting out a long sigh in aggrivation he turned his back on his family and sat down. The spikes along his spine fell down to rest along his fur. The horns on his skull were pointed towards the doors to their freedom, as his two tone eyes made their way through the hall.

"Kouma, you're thinking."
It was not a question, much more of a statement. Closing his dark cold eyes, he allowed the darkness to take him in. He allowed himself to become safe and secure in the pith word of nothing. For so long he had been here. For so long he had slept in the darkness, his mind not awake to the good nor the bad. A part of him wished for that once again. But without that- there would be no Kouma. Disgust coursed through his veins at the thought. Never. There was no life without her. Without realizing what he was doing his log tail fell over her fore paws. Oh how he wished he could just take Kouma and go. Kill when they wanted, fight when the mood struck, fuck when the lust arose. He would give anything in this world to be able to live such a life with her.

[Kouma]

Kouma paused at Zeron's words, she blinked as if innocent in her actions and turned to look at him with a curious stare that seemed true to her act. If anything she was a good actress, if she was in the right state of mind to keep up the act. She smirked then, the deviousness setting in like a veil had been lifted. "Aren't i always?" she asked with a smirk before her features changed, from playful to completely serious in only a matter of seconds.

She glanced from Zeron to the Queen, glaring for a long moment while she waited for the Queen to be distracted. She waited till the tall lithe woman moved from her throne to the large bed draped with various furs. Most were dark, and blended with her torn dress. making the patches of skin stand out dramatically against all that black.

Sighing she shifted closer to Zeron curling closer to him as said laid on her side to face him. Audits flicked back, listening to the queen and her guards behind her as she rested under their watch from her use of magic. "I'm a little worried actually..." she whispered softly, so soft that she knew only he would be able to hear.

She paused a second time, her eyes shifting as the walls seemed to pulse, almost as if the very things were alive. She didn't realize till then that the room they were in was actually considerably larger, large enough to fit seven grown Dosferatu and still have running space, when before it could hardly fit four.

Her skin crawled with the magic that pulsed from the walls, it self like insects crawling under her skin and through her fur. Hackles rose and a low growl escaped her before she turned her attention from the walls and back to Zeron, ignoring the sudden warning bells ringing like mad in her head. "She mentioned the Asmodai.... That worries me. The last time we ran into them was before the war, before us, before our children. They never ran into them, but we did. What if they are still alive? It will only be another hunt on our breed if they are... If they have made those contraptions... then all of us are in danger of being trapped and not being able to get away... I fear what that would do to Tsuika again..." she whispered thoughtfully, her eyes watching the large doors her children had gone through, fleeing the Sithen but walking into something far worse than a Fey Queen.

"We've hunted the Asmodai before, they are not easily defeated... not even for us..." she whispered, finally meeting Zeron's eyes. For once, true fear swam in those demonic eyes. Kouma feared nothing, Zeron knew that, her insanity didn't allow her that emotion, and yet it was so evident now, so clear in her eyes. It wasn't death she worried about, it was being trapped and helpless, like Tsuika had been for two thousand years.

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Ginseng fell into step with Zion, taking his rightful place as second. The group of them, even the small frail Tsuika, looked like soldiers, a group on a mission that might not allow all to come home safely. He moved with ease despite his size. His movements were more feline, stealth and grace, than wolf like, like the rest. Then again, he held the most feline qualities than the rest of them. His claws unsheathed, and were sharper, more for climbing than running. His tail just a little longer, and yet was very wolf like. His ears just a little sharper, a little more like a cat, and his eyes, the pupil, clearly feline where most of the others were goat like or normal. The green of them stood out on his dark, nearly black gray pelt. The dark green markings were nearly black and stood out only when the light hit them just right.

His eyes watched the guards with a keenness that only a hawk possessed. hey were his prey and he wasnt allowing them out of his sight. He watched as they threw sour looks at Momintai, and he growled dangerously low when they did, a warning as they took their position at the head, leading them through the Sithen, through the corridors and eventually through the massive magical doors that lead back into the human world.

Ginseng paused as they stepped out, the scent had changed, soured, and thickened. The forests were not as large, the trees smaller, closer together, harder for them as a group to move through without weaving through the trees. "How much has this place changed?" he asked softly his head turning, his eyes searching the forests, the different plants some similar to old, but not the same.

Niffa, the female guard glanced back, or rather, glared at him behind her with a sneer. "Its been two thousand years, Dog, Humans rule this plane of existence now, their inventions are destroying this planet, though our world will survive without this, it is still sad to see. Wait till you see their city... all stone and metal.." she said in a harsh tone that was surprisingly feminine and bell like. Fel, the guard at her side shot her a dark look as she called Ginseng a dog, know she would only infuriate the large group of fangs at their back.

"Keep your mouth shut unless you wish to face the queen alone." He hissed, smirking when her already pale skin whited at the mere thought.

Ginseng snarled low at the comment but he held back from the rage that threatened to break through the surface. He glanced back at Vazhar, watching him carefully before turning forwards once again. His brother was smaller than he was, almost the smallest of the males, but he was still huge compared to Tsuika, and he was swift on his feet where Zion and Ginseng were of brute strength and wisdom. He was built for speed, while most of the rest of them were made for battle. The dosferatu used to call ones like him messengers, for that was their soul purpose in times of war.

Fel Sighed and glanced back, more so to make sure the creatures behind hem were going to attack. He didn't trust them, not even close. "It isn't that far, a cluster of buildings that the humans have abandoned. The portal is only used by lesser demons and those not strong enough to create their own way through the realms. There will be little activity when you reach it, for the lesser demons hardly come out from their hell. A rule apparently to those who can't behave themselves. Where the portal takes you, I don't know, it is a random thing apparently, or so we hear. It takes you to either where you need to go, or the farthest path from your destination. With demons, i would bet the latter. According to our sources, the two remaining.... are located in the ice kingdom. If i am not mistaken, the demons, or Devils, have based their hellhounds on your structure... You might be mistaken for one of them if your lucky and not be bothered, but i wouldn't hold to that."

By the time he had finished speaking he and Niffa came to a halt at the edge of the trees, they both stared cautiously out into the large lot that was the warehouse district. The place was full of abandoned buildings most just falling apart with no one to repair them. "This is where we leave you. The portal is in the center of this place, you'll feel the demonic power. Its in the center building in the basement. It can't be seen but you'll know when you've reached it." Fel Said and took a step to the side and out of their way, but never leaving the edge of the forest.

[Zeron]

Zeron looked at his mate, he saw the fear in her eyes, and instantly his hackles were raised. The spikes along his spine and legs rose to their full height, and his long ears pinned to the back of his skull. Kouma did not fear, she did not worry, it was not in her nature or even part of her being. But here she was, so obviously worrying about what may happen. Zeron remembered the creatures she spoke of, but they were not strong in his mind. In fact, he could not remember them clearly enough to fear them as she did. To his dark mind they were just another creature he had to kill. And hell help them if they tried to confine them as they had done to his daughter.

Remembering the chains that had wrapped around his youngest one's body, a shutter ran down his spine. Dipping his head low he licked Kouma's forehead. If there was anything he could do for her at this moment he would, if he could take her hunting, if he could take her on a rampage, he would. Anything to ease her mind off this situation he would do in a matter of seconds, never thinking of the consequences that may come.

"Hey, Queenie, got any spare slaves hanging around you wouldn't mind giving up to entertain your guests?"
The thought of terrifying the bitch by showing her the power that were Dosferatu, calmed the nervousness in his soul. Looking at Kouma he grinned at her like a puppy. Yes, he knew she was worried, but there was nothing he could do. He did not know what to do. He was not used to this, and he did not know how to help. So he did the only thing he could think of- try and offer her some entertainment. Try and get her mind off of the darkness that was enveloping her.

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Zion rhythm remained the same even as he followed the Queen's slaves. His mind was running in all directions though. Plans began to form, and slowly the doubt began to leave. He didn't even pay attention to the insult the female threw their way, his mind was completely focused of their path and their plan. The only worry that still remained was if Vazhar was going to obey his orders. As their guides stopped so did Zion, his large paws landing on the forest floor. He could feel the pine needles under the pads of his feet, he could smell the metal and sludge upon the air, and his spikes lifted up in agitation at the disregard humans held.

Waiting until the slaves had left, Zion turned around to look at his four siblings, looking at the remaining spots, where his missing brother and sister should be. A small growl formed at the base of his throat as he looked over each one of his siblings.

"I know we're all different, I know we do things different ways, but the one thing we have in common is that we are all family. And this family protects it's own. We have two siblings still lost to us, and we will get them back.
"Now we are going to walk through that portal together. When we get to the other side, hopefully having it set us where we want to be, we're going to split up.
"Vazhar, you are the fastest and the most agile out of all of us. I need you to scout out as far and wide out ahead as you can. Don't miss anything, the smallest surprise could kill us. I do not want you rushing in. Avoid contact at all costs. Observe and report.
"Momintai I need you to stay in the back, watch our tails. Keep an ear to the wind, if you hear anything, tell Ginseng immediately.
"Ginseng, stay with me. Stay in eye sight, go to the right. As we're walking forward, I need you to begin planning a way to get in. Use the information Vazhar reports back with. I will stay on the left with Tsuika. The moment the tree's start to dim we stop. Everyone needs to meet back with each other."

He looked at all his siblings, they weren't going to like this, but he had no choice. In quick succession, before they had chance to attack Zion left a long gash on Momintai, Ginseng, and Vazhar's foreheads. He could see the blood clotting, and the thick taste of Dosferatu life blood filled his nose. Turning to his Tsuika he looked at her in sorrow and as gently as he could did the same thing to her. Then to his own face, he left a long set of claw marks going clean across. Blood dripped past his eyes, two cold set souls looking at each of his siblings in succession.

"We can now find each other. Both when we separate and if we get lost. I don't need to tell you this is dangerous. I don't need to tell you there is risk. You know all that. You don't need the pep talk."
Lifting his head to the sky Zion let out a clear crystal like howl, that traced into the very depths of his siblings souls. Sending a message to his lost family.

[Kouma]

Ginseng watched the guards fall back, and disappear back into the trees from which they'd come. He watched a while, waiting till he could no longer sense them, before he turned back around, only to meet the eyes of his brother. He took a deep breath, an action which made him stand just a little taller as his brother relayed their orders. He nodded sharply, but turned his head to glance at Vazhar.

He didn't growl, though he had to bite back his tongue to keep himself quiet as he studied their brother, the only one save for Tanini that acted more like Kouma. Kouma didn't listen to orders unless they were given by Zeron, and even then it was like walking on thin ice to believe she would actually listen. Vazhar didn't listen to orders either, unless they were given by Tanini herself, and even then he didn't enjoy it. Yet now Ginseng watched as Vazhar nodded sharply, watching Zion with a hard yet intent stare.

"If you are seen or attack anything, Vazhar, it may get the rest of us killed... That also means we wont get Tanini and Tasuki back." he said softly, watching at Vazhar's eyes shifted sharply from one brother to the next. Vazhar growled then, his audits pinning against his skull as the spines along his neck and back rose with his hackles. "I am capable of following orders Ginseng." he snapped before glancing from Momintai back to Zion, almost as if he was checking to see if they were suddenly judging him on what he'd do.

Ginseng nodded and turned back to Zion just in time to feel the pain of his attack. Instinct had his lips curled back, and his spines and hackles raised. His green eyes seemed to catch fire, glowing a bright metallic green. Around him, flaming Will-o'-the-wisp danced a pale shimmering green flame that extinguished just as soon as he realized what had happened. He blinked at Zion before he caught the meaning of the attack and then looked to Vazhar as he to fought to calm himself and his magic down. Then he looked to Tsuika who seemed so breakable it was painful to see.

She cowered, her eyes shut tight as the blood soaked her pale dull fur. The red stood out even more dramatically than the blue normally did, though she was not yet at her brilliance. When they had time enough to gather her strength to feed her and relax her, she would again be brilliant. Ginseng watched her eyes open, her head tilt to look up at Zion, and despite him hurting her, though for good reason, she stuck to him, not allowing herself to not touch him.

His attention shifted and he nodded to his brother before they all turned, heading forwards. He watched, careful as the trees disappeared completely, giving way to concrete, a structure that was not familiar to his paws. He paused only a moment, glancing down before he continued. He felt, more than saw Tsuika jump as he paws his something harder than dirt and leaves. He nudged her with his nose, and smiled when she looked back at him. His eyes flashed green before another of those flaming green lights, a small ball of shimmering color floated into existence.

The will-o'-the-wisp floated towards her, dancing in front of her and bouncing across the ground as if it desired someone to play with. It was merely a way to distract her, to rid her of her fears for but a moment. He heard her laugh as the ball shifted, changed form, into an ancient stag, a creature as large as they when they existed. though his was but a miniature replica of light and shadow. Looking to her he smiled again, watching as that old light, that brilliant spark filled those dull eyes.

Vazhar watched Ginseng distract her, and had the mind to make even the delicate one fear what they were walking into. Yet for some reason he couldn't shoot down what little joy Ginseng could bring their frail sister. It seemed, almost, as if it would break him to do it. Growling softly he looked up, just in time for darkness to flow over them as they entered the building. They all walked, in silence, slowly, making sure no creatures hid in the dark as they headed to the basement.

Ginseng gasped when they reached the basement, the magic around them was both hot and cold, raw and pure and tainted with such darkness it was a wonder that the portal didn't implode. Magic didn't work on them, not, but portals were gateways, and though they held magic, they were everything but. "Lets hope we make it close to our mark..." Ginseng said, before they all stepped through.

The first thing Ginseng could think about, after plunging through such a dark chaotic abyss, was that whatever he was standing on was really, really cold. Blinking back the darkness his eyes quickly adjusted and he looked up and around them dark huge trees loomed high above them, and though they blocked out the chaos that was the sky, a mixture of darkness and icy blue light, like the northern lights on steroids. They danced through the entire sky, and though there was light above, it was still extremely dark.

Through the trees however, he could see it, a massive castle. They had reached the ice kingdom, but they were far from the castle they needed to be in. Already Ginseng was working strategy, trying to figure out how they were going to get in. What he did know about castles, was that castles held a lot of guards. "This is going to be a long night..." he whispered before glancing at Zion and the rest of his siblings. Yet Vazhar was already slipping past them, hackles raised and teeth bared as he moved around them his paws quick as he darted ahead of them. He said nothing as he made a wide arch and disappeared into the trees.

Kouma couldn't help the laughter that bubbled from the surface. His words delighted her to no end as she turned to see the Queens reaction. The look was instantly amusing, one of both disgust, insult and complete fury. Kouma grinned as the queen scowled and completely ignored them.

Kouma turned back to Zeron and grinned again. Staring up at him she shook her head. "Your the only one who can do that you know..." she said before leaning forward and licking his face. Shifting she rolled onto her side, stretching out along his form and nuzzling her face into his chest. One of her large paws wrapped around his neck, dragging him down for another of those rough licks.

"They are going to be alright... aren't they?" she asked as she buried her head into his fur. She stared out into the room watching the walls as the feeling of unease settled in to her mind again. She didn't realize that the feeling wasn't because she was worried about her pups, but because of the walls themselves. They made her feel uncomfortable suddenly, almost as if they had eyes and they were watching her. Her head lifted as chills rode her spine, making her sit up straight and catch the attention of everything alive in the room.

Hackles rose as did the spines along her neck and back. Her wings shimmered in and then out of existence as her eyes lifted to the ceiling, watching it carefully as she felt the magic begin to dance around her, poking the natural shields that blocked out magic. She felt it, like a stab of cold steel as the magic broke through those shields, and pierced her flesh.

She gasped, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the Sidhe move. The queen was on her feet, her guards surrounding her as they turned their attention to the walls as well. They knew what was happening, or rather, they knew what was causing this distraction. "I warned you Kouma... This place created us, created magic, and therefor created you, even if you don't exist here anymore." The Queen said, but it wasn't anger or fear that danced across the air with her words, it was excitement.

Kouma wasn't paying attention to her. she was staring at the walls as they pulsed. Each pulse sent a wave after wave of warm stinging magic through her bones and blood. It both hurt and was the most pleasant thing she had ever felt, but she had no idea what it was actually doing to her till she hear the guards and even the queen gasp.

The magic slowly died, and with it she realized quickly that something wasn't right. Fear rose again, and then sheer panic as she realized that she was not Dosferatu.

What knelt in the beasts place was almost human, though not since it was, by the hair and eyes, clearly sidhe. The woman was naked, her body perfect side for the faint scars that normally littered the body of the beast, scars that were definite, not faint. Her eyes were the same however, red and gold, her hair, reaching her lower back, pitched, but danced with red stars out of the corner of ones eye. Her skin was pale, the same as the bitch queen. In all honesty, she was beautiful, but the panic in her face made the beauty seem less important.

Kouma scrambled back on all fours, slipping from the center of the room to the corner in a matter of seconds. Her chest heaved as her panic rose her, her eyes glowing in that unfamiliar face. "No... change me back! MAKE IT CHANGE ME BACK!" She screamed, hysterical as she pressed herself as tightly as she could to the wall, her eyes filling with crystallized red liquid, her own unique form of tears.

The Queen watched with amazement, and astonishment, and as well as delight. She was pleased, amazed that the Sithen could change such a creature into a pure blooded Sidhe. Laughing she said "Oh but i warned you Kouma... The Sithen has a mind of its own, it is not controlled by me or mine, it simply allows us to dwell here, allows our race to survive, it does as it pleases, and it is very clear that it likes you. This is a gift from the Sithen. You are Sidhe." she said and turned to her guards quickly sending one off through the door and out of sight as she turned back to Kouma and moved forwards.

Kouma glared through her dark hair, they eyes were clearly hers as fury filled them. "I DONT WANT A FUCKING GIFT! TELL IT TO TAKE IT THE FUCK BACK!" She screamed and began shaking her head her body beginning to rock as she lifted her hands, they shook violently as she looked at them before covering her face with them. "Take it back... take it back... take it back!!.." she screamed through her hands. God she had hands! How could this happen! Magic wasn't supposed to work! She couldn't help but think that over and over again. And then another thing entered her mind and she froze. Her body stiffening as she lifted her head, and looked directly at Zeron.