Rising Shadows [Dark Huntress, Scarsmate, and Redkite]

[Dark Huntress]

Rowen's wide eyes focused on the eyes of the werewolf in front of her curiously. Yes, she replied hesitantly, rather used to the strange world that enveloped them at meetings. Who are you?

She shook her strawberry blonde hair then glanced over at the boy who'd given up her seat. "I'm Rowen," she smiled kindly, hoping to recompense for her coldness earlier. Yet, in her defense, she didn't know what she doing

"Ramzy," came the rather gruff reply.

*£*

Ramzy gave Isabelle an annoyed look, not in any mood to be flirted with. His moodiness turned to confusion as Rowen pleasantly introduced herself. His reply was low and gruff, though he didn't really catch it.

*£*

Daelyn gestured for Rotan to step aside with him. "How bad exactly is it?" he wondered to him.

[RedKite]

Septimus walks out of the room, frustrated and upset because of the memories.

Issabelle smiles and sends him a message: *Going so soon are we?*

Septimus steps out into the cool night air, he forgets about Rowen and jumps the back fence, he sits in the wet fields that surround the area and draws his knees up to his chest and holds his head in his hands. He was a murderer... He had killed his own family, his mother, his father, his siblings. As tears fill his eyes, he throws a nearby rock in the general direction of the house.

He shifts into wolf-form and walks away. Right now anger and sadness fill his body and mind and he just wants to run away. Now, far away from the house, he sends Rowen another message.

*You really want to know who I am? Ask your parents....Ask anyone around the table, they'll tell you the same thing....*

[Scars Mate]

Rotan led Daelyn upstairs to a large room full of canvases, art tools and such. He opened a drawer, and gave the other vampire a stack of papers with picture drawn on them.

'We're lucky Rivera is such a good artist. She captured all of the signs perfectly.' He gestured to the images of snapped branches, bones, piles of leaves and drops of blood. 'We've taken samples, but so far, we haven't figured anything out.' He sighed, and turned to his friend.

[RedKite]

Issabelle turns around awkwardly.

"Don't worry about him..." She hisses, "He's always like that. I mean what can you expect, he is a rogue...."

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Septimus, now with a red rose in his teeth, races towards the house, unnoticed by the staff that worked there, he climbs in through the window to Rowen's chambers, he places the delicate scarlet flower on her pillow. He then races to the meeting house and remembers that he told Rowen to meet him around the back, he leaves a rose there too. Then, he disappears into the night.

[Scars Mate]

'Enough!' Roared Rivera, standing up abruptly, her firey gaze on Issabelle. She had had enough of her, insulting Septimus all throughout dinner. 'We invited you into our home. The least you could do is treat our other guests with respect. But do you know what's more important than that- there are deaths! We are trying to stop them! The least you could do is put away your petty difference for one night!' Rivera's speech came to a stop, her eyes still on Issabelle. When she spoke again, it was with a quiet, calm voice. 'We are trying to stop more people dying here. We need everyone's help. Please respect that.'

[RedKite]

Issabelle clamps her jaw shut and sits down. She takes a sip from a glass on the table and speaks up.

"I, for one have also seen bones and... A witches house. It's probably big enough to be crawling with the filthy things...I can show you if you like...But...UNFORTUNATLEY, we need Septimus... and he is not h-"

She turns and sees that Septimus is leant against the door frame in the entrance to the grand room. He smiles and tips his head slightly.

"Here?" Issabelle snaps....

"So, everybody, wrap up warm if you like, and follow me when you're ready, we'll split up into groups, at least one werewolf with each of us, for tracking..."

[Scars Mate]

Daelyn and Rotan slipped in behind Septimus.

'Sounds like a plan to me,' decided Rotan. 'I believe vampires outnumber werewolves, but we have a keen sense of smell anyway. I think we ought to pair up with someone we didn't arrive with. Perhaps it'll help us cooperate better if we get to know each other. And of course here will be one three.' There was a murmur of approval and everyone paired up. Rivera was with Issabelle, Rotan was with Elijah and Rhavyn, Eden with Rowen, Ramzy with Septimus, and Kyle with Daelyn.

'Lets's go,' called Rivera, and led them outside. 'See what you can find,' she instructed.

[RedKite]

Immediately Septimus morphs into wolf and trots on ahead. He sniffs the air like a blood hound and rounds a corner.

"Keeping up?" Septimus laughs, directing his comments to Ramzy. He decides he likes the fellow werewolf and picks up the pace, urging him on to a race. He grins and shakes his fur as he splashes through a puddle. "So...You like that vampire, then?" He asks, looking back at the other wolf.

[RedKite]

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[RedKite]

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