<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify">Leah felt the spell leave, saw it too, but it didn't quite matter. One second Medivh was holding on to her and the next he wasn't. She let him fall. After all, she might have been faster than the average runner, but no way in hell was she faster than gravity. The closer he got to the ground, the slower time seemed to go for her. She had time to fully process what she would do with him. He was an arrogant prick, but then, she'd been arrogant when she was that young too. She wanted no part in anything to do with him, the bastard tried to kill her for fuck's sake. She watched as he hit the ground, limbs splayed at not quite the right angle for it to appear as if he was all right. She touched down quietly, walking forward to him, toe-heel, one foot in front of the other, very cautiously. Where she had been arrogant before, she was cautious now. How much could a user of black magic take? She'd never been one, so she couldn't answer her own question. Kneeling, she checked for a pulse, like the good doctor she had originally been trained to be. There was a pulse, but it was faint, and that confused her. A thirty foot drop definitely hurt, but it didn't usually kill if she remembered right. She ran her hands slowly down the length of his arms, then his legs, a few things seemed broken, displaced, ruptured, but nothing fatal, she would have smelled it, right? That was when the stench hit her. No mistaking it, definitely Medivh's blood, same foul air to it. She moved slowly back up to his head. Not moving him, but looking very intently at the back of his neck, where it bent into the skull. Blood flowed freely onto the ground, a rock had lodged itself firmly between the C2 and C3 vertebrae, it didn't limit the blood flow, but it kept thicker things from leaking. She moved over him, so her face was in front of his, she could hear the shallow and ragged breathing, the fact that he was still breathing at all was nothing short of bizarre. His eyes were closed, and he was most likely blissfully unconscious, Leah really didn't care. She bit the skin below his left eye, hard. She let go when he finally spasmed and she heard a sickening gurgle as he tried for a deeper breath. Her face very close to his now, she ran her pointer down his jawline. <span style='color:purple'>"Medivh. Would you like to cheat death?"</span> she whispered, adding an edge to the question so that he knew he would be in debt to her.</div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> In an instant, reality had been forced back upon him. The screaming agony, filled him. It hurt phenomonaly. There had only been one other time in his life he had felt such pain, and he had certainly no pleasure in feeling it again. he could feel blood welling in his throat. he could move his arms if need be, speak if he truly, truly pushed himself, but there was no doubt, he was dying. A fool. A fool and a child to do such a thing. Why had he even attacked her? Power? Why? Medivh had the cold apiffany of how childish he had been in his years of solitude, not understanding or appreciating what he had or the gifts he was bestowed with. he could not see... he had so much to do. was he to die this way, having not even known his point in life. To die, young and weak? Was he to rot here, having his fathers loathsome last laugh forever shackled to him into whatever lay beyond the veil of death? <span style='color:purple'>"would you like to cheat death?"</span> the sound of her words rang through his head like a vigil of nightmarish hope. why would she save him? another rush of pain surged through him and he could swear he could feel blood in his tears. he had to take whatever chance he could. he had to fight. he had to live... he would pay whatever price she wanted. anything...to live He gathered all his energy, it was now or be lost in blackness for all eternity. Though his body screamed with agony he lifted his head, pulled so close that his breath ruffled her fur. <span style='color:green'>"save me, and i will gladly slay any monster, travel any distance, and shatter any obstacle just to see you satisfied."</span> and with that, he fell into blackness. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify">Leah smiled, she might have senselessly murdered the thill earlier, but by at least trying to save Medivh, she was doing her part to atone, right? She shook her head, it would take more than that to get her out of where ever she was headed when someone eventually put her six feet under, as no doubt someone would. She worked quickly, resetting bones where she could so that when the did heal, they wouldn't heal badly, or at least, they wouldn't be useless. Turning a 'dragon really wasn't that hard, everyone seemed to make a big deal out of it. They just had to get Vampdragon in their blood and that would flat do it. Leah pulled the rock out from the dark arden's neck and quickly plunged in her still bleeding finger - self-inflicted wounds seemed to heal human slow. Nothing happened at first. Then slowly, his neck began to repair itself. It was like watching a flower bloom, you knew it was happening, but it was hard to see. She took it upon herself to open the vein in her wrist under her own power, god knew that Medivh wouldn't be able to do it, the small bit of blood that she'd added to his system really wasn't enough to change him and heal him. She lifted her right wrist to Medivh's mouth, if he became violent about it, she sure as hell wasn't losing her left hand. </div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> He lay in blackness. Waiting, waiting, waiting, for the final bell toll to ring. But the bells never rang and he felt an utter sense of empty, hollow absence. Why had he not died, why. then he felt something hot and warm flowing through him. pressing against him. then he could taste it, it was salty, yet somehow sweet, it was euphoric. it was extascy. it was as though the very fabric of his life hung on that substance. Like a newborn feeding on his mothers milk, he suckled himself to her arm. Never sharp never biting, he swallowed every drop with pleasure. then he gasped; air filled his lungs and his eyes shot open. he was alive! he was breathing! whatever he was drinking had saved him. when his senses returned enough to realize what he was doing, he stopped for a moment. it was leehara, leaning over him, and it was her wrist he had been feeding on. But something was different. something was clearer. Every sound felt brisk, and close, every feature on her face was as sharp and clear as glass. what was happening. He should have repulsed to be feeding on another, but he could not help but do so. He sucked as long as he could before she pulled her wrist back from him. He wanted more, but he dared not cross her. not like he was , not now. His mind screamed something fierce, and he could feel his interns swelling. what was going on? He found hismelf unable to speak, but looked desperately into her eyes, looking for an answer. He had no idea what was going on, for one of the few times in his life, he was scared. what was happening. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah wasn't sure if she should laugh or cry. Here was the great big black sorcerer, afraid of her, but at the same time, the fear was making him far more likable, but it was upsetting, this arden had tried to kill her, and she couldn't bring herself to let him die. Getting soft in her old age? Naw. <span style='color:purple'>"Don't move, you're healing, but if you move, something might heal badly and I'll have to rebreak it,"</span> She said when he let her wrist free. Contrary to popular belief, when Vampdragons healed the massive injuries, or bone breaks, the bones didn't automatically set as they normally would, and the rebreaks were something painful, worse than the initial injury. Leah ran her hands down his arms then his legs, everything was mostly healed. <span style='color:purple'>Six minutes and it's still not done enough to move? I guess I've surrounded myself with folks made of sterner things than magic.</span> she thought to herself as she began to poke at his ribs, she hadn't checked before because the smell of his blood had hit her before she could start, some how, either he hadn't broken them , or they were healed now. Moving to his other side to look at is neck, she found the skin trying to knit itself over another small rock. <span style='color:purple'>"This is going to hurt,"</span> she said, moving his head off the ground a little bit, and pulling out the rock before it became a part of his skin. Leah felt like it might be okay to move Medivh, she was a good flier, more gliding than anything, it probably wouldn't be to bad, but if it was, well, she might get a little torturing under her belt before the sun came up.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> His eyes softened...healing...healing...how so quickly? he could feel his arms and legs, and the pain had for the most part left. his stomach still churned something foul, and had a screaming headache but for the most part he felt unharmed. he cleared his throat of blood so he could speak <span style='color:green'>"what did you do to me?"</span> he asked, spitting out some leftover blood in his mouth. he looked to her face, it was a cruel look of satisfaction. He felt himself, suddenly aware of how weak he must have looked, and turned his head away in embarrassment. <span style='color:green'>" I suppose being able to laugh at my weakness, is better than watching me die isn't it? Why did you save me... Having you internally mock me is worse than anything beyond the veil."</span> It was a slight exaggeration, but his sense of pride had really just been shattered. he sat up slowly, despite her wishes, the ground was rough and uncomfortable... <span style='color:green'>"I think i can move..."</span> he said after a moment. He had to get moving soon, he was too humiliated to even face her. Not to mention the strange welling in his stomach was growing worse. vomiting in front of her would be like adding insult to injury. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><span style='color:purple'>"I'm not mocking you, not really, it just always surprises me how almost dying changes someone. It's curious no?"</span> She said, frowning that he had sat up. He looked ill, by all means he was more than welcome to be sick, as long as it wasn't on her, she was okay with it, she owned his soul as it stood, she was his master. It had been a while since she'd turned anyone, most of them didn't live to see the other side of 200, it got awful lonely. She smirked a little, she wanted to cause Medivh personal pain, but she knew that all she would have to do is drop the bomb shell... <span style='color:purple'>"I turned you, you're a Vampdragon, now you have some of that other worldly power, but you are not powerful, no not yet, it'll take 500 years to see how powerful you really are. I would have made you my living servant, but I already have one, and she doesn't share very well,"</span> she said, devoid of emotion. She wasn't sure if the arden would be angrier at her if she had bound him to her for life, then again, she was almost positive that it wouldn't have worked. Bully for her. <span style='color:purple'>"You just going to sit there? Go ahead already, be violently ill, my blood healed you, but you're rejecting it now, be sick so we can get out of here. I've been playing Pendragon since dawn, when the sun comes up I will die and you will die, and I'd rather be helpless where I won't be roasted or staked,"</span> She said, emotion in her voice this time, she was about ready to shove her finger down Medivh's throat for him. Dawn was a few hours away, but still, she was fucking tired.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> He needed no further motivation to throw up right there. it errupted through him with a violent lurch, and splattered on the ground beside him. It was all the food he'd eaten, all the drinks he drank, and the entirety of his body fluid. another wave errupted and he spewed forth more bile...disgusting. after a couple moments his stomach settled down, and he stood up. it was frighteningly easy. Then the realization hit him. He was a vampdragon now. He had become the very thing his family hated his entire life. He had become what hung on the walls of his families estate. He had become the bones that his father had fashioned weapons out of. He had become a true monster. His emotions flew back and forth in his head like lightning. He was a scar to his family, a smudge that shouldn't exist, he was failure to them now. It hurt. The only sanctuary he had was that his mother was not alive to witness his biggest failure. He was a monster. He settled down and pushed the thoughts from his mind. he looked down at his cloak, the tattered ancient cloak that was passed down from father to son throughout the entire existance oh his family. he could not wear it now. The legacy of his family had ended. he tossed the cloak to the ground without effort and looked down at it. He would make his own legacy now. he whipped out his silver lighter and lit a flame. with a snap of his fingers the flame traveled from the lighter to the cloak. needless to say it burned. He turned around and looked at leehara <span style='color:green'>"We should move then, i have no desire to die twice in one eve."</span> he walked up beside her to look her in the eye <span style='color:green'>"I apologize for my arrogance, I should have watched my tongue more carefully."</span> He said it, not in loathing, but in recognition that he had been bested. He looked at her now with respect. She had beaten him. He had tried to kill her, and yet she saved him. he looked at her once more before turning his head towards the horizon <span style='color:green'>"why?,"</span> was all he could manage. He was to internally destroyed to care if she saw the tear, running down his face. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah watched his internal struggle, satisfied, but at the same time, a little sad. It was hard to watch the little ones lose everything they stood for, but not enough to keep her from them. She mimicked the wind once he let his cloak catch fire, her attempt at humor, the setting just wasn't dramatic enough for what he was doing. <span style='color:purple'>"Yessir, dying is awful for the kidneys,"</span> she saluted, and then nodded at his apology, for now she would accept it. She came up behind him, and before he had much of a say in what she was doing, she lashed out at the backs of his knees, catching him before he fell to the ground, then she pushed off with him and began to fly away from the hub of the Black Market, lost in thought. The word 'why' rattling around in her head in so many voices that she'd heard over the centuries. <span style='color:purple'>"Because, it's not the shape-changing or fangs that make you a monster. Sometimes, it's just where you draw the line,"</span> She said, her voice had an edge of finality to it.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> As she lifted him into the air with unnatural ease. He gave no resistance, until he figured things out, he needed her. He looked out at the black market below them; it was beautiful. Despite the height, every thing was razor sharp, crystal clear. Her word where what shocked him most though. He had taken her for a heartless wench, but those words where the closest thing to caring since his mother had lived. She was right though, there was a line. He looked up at his captor with the new eyes of a vampdragon; her neck gracefully pointed out while she flew, and a look of deep thought lay in her eyes. He caught himself looking at her again, and looked away before she could see him flustering. <span style='color:green'>She's not so bad, perhaps... certainly well endowned, intelligent no doubt about that,</span> he thought to himself. she bested him, and while she may undermind that victory, the number of people that had beaten him, he could count on one hand. How old was she though, he didn't know if he would call her wise, another second and victory would've been his, but she was certainly quick with her tongue. he liked that much of her at least. He slapped himself mentally. What had come over him, less than an hour ago he was threatening to mount her on his wall, and now he was admiring her figure?! perhaps the fall had done more than he thought it did. <span style='color:green'>" I suppose i owe you thanks as well,"</span> he called out to her. <span style='color:green'>" Tell me have you made a habit out of taking young handsome men like me captive or am i just special?"</span> His mood was lifting as they did. perhaps there was hope for him still. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah laughed, flying was the greates aphrodesiac of them all. She'd always felt a bit sad for 'dragons born without wings. They would never enjoy the feeling of being free from gravity, the pull of the planet's core. So wrapped in the feeling of ecstacy of the air, she didn't respond for a minute. <span style='color:purple'>"You flatter yourself, I would be a complete idiot if I didn't take you with me, can't have you senselessly tearing 'dragons apart. The only reason your even feeling as good as you do is because I'm siphoning off your hunger,"</span> she said. The truth was, it was beginning to be common for her to bring ardens who she had no business with home, or at least, a pattern. Jyr, Korif, yeah, two was a coincedence, but three was a trend. Jyr she'd lost touch with on the grounds he was an ass, and she'd promised Korif she'd stay put while he searched for a new hideout. <span style='color:purple'>"Your the first one I've turned in decades, though the master is going to have a fit, trust me on this."</span> she said. She worked for the master of the city, but her being in the city at all was a threat to his authority, she was older and more powerful, and the master was more than paranoid. Suave and debonaire, but paranoid.</span>div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='color:green'>"So first i have to deal with a flirtatious vampdragon. I die, become a vampdragon, and fly, all in one night, and now you're telling me there's more? just don't expect me to do any boot licking...unless of course there's some kind of payout.</span>" He said it in a playful too to try to lighten the mood. though he did find the thought of a master to this woman, a little...frustrating for lack of a better word; he just wanted to enjoy this time in the air. it was...extacy in a sense. <span style='color:green'>"So if someone like you has a master, then surely you're one of two things. You're either an agent of his, or he's just that good in bed. which brings me to ask to another thing? how does someone like you even wind up with a master to begin with. i mean i'm certainly endebted to you to a extreme degree, but i'm far from being you're bitch."</span> OOC: srry i didn't post any, i know its not alot i was out of town and a little drained </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah was laughing again, this time at Medivh's general lack of knowledge on the race he had proclaimed to so much. <span style='color:purple'>"The entire planet is divided into territories, we Vampdragons police ourselves, because god knows we don't need anyone else to do it for us. The master of the territories is often the most powerful of us in the area. That being said, I could be master if I wanted to, but I do not want the job. It is more trouble than it's worth,"</span> she said. Having been a part of political negotiations for millenia she could firmly say she did not like Vampdragon politics, they never outright lied, but they could paint the truth green, blue and purple and make you believe white was black. <span style='color:purple'>"The only reason I'm allowed to be here is because I'm that good in bed,"</span> she said, it was more than that, there was a whole bunch of politics that went with it, but she could get into that later if she really needed to. She also was most definitely not the master's bitch, if it came down to it she could kill the 'new' master, Viet, and she would kill him, but she did not want the job bad enough to fight anyone for it.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>"kinky,"</span> he grinned to himself <span style='color:green'>"i'll have to check that out for myself sometime."</span> She was fun to banter with. but Politics. he hated politics. Everyone was a fool to him, including himself. Anarchy was his politics. He did what he wished when he wished and he'd be damned if he's was going to play by other peoples rules. The only real rule to life was live. <span style='color:green'>"parden my bluntness but it all sounds like a whole load unnescessary shit to me. Territories, masters, what good is it really? in any case, tell me why its of any importance is it that the master even have to know of my existance? would perhaps not be possible for me to just fly under the radar for a while? so to speak?"</span> he felt totally healed now, as if nothing had ever happened. he enjoyed the scents of the world around him and let out a long sigh. there was still a few hours of night left they where going to be long. He looked up at leehara again, and found he couldn't find it in him to look away. <span style='color:green'> "she's an interesting one, i'll give her that much,"</span> he thought to himself. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah touched down in front of her building, letting Medivh down in front of her. She walked into the building and the skink at the desk gave her a look like she was a teenager and had broken her curfew. <span style='color:purple'>"Oh don't look at me like that, I swear I won't destroy your building this time,"</span> she said, going around the desk and up the stairs to the third floor. In the hallway outside of the flat she began to talk to Medivh once more, the desk manager cared for politics none at all, her only put up with his clientel because they paid better than the mostly living citizens in the thick of the market. <span style='color:purple'>"We have the territories and all 'that shit' because the Pendragon authorities still don't know quite how to handle us. We do a better job of policing ourselves then they do in their world. When was the last time you heard about a vampdragon serial killer or serial rapist? Answer: 15 years ago, the thill kept hopping territories until eventually we just nailed her, no formalities. Otherwise, the highest body count in recent years has been two before we've killed them ourselves,"</span> she said, a bit bitterly, for a while she had been an executioner, what better way to earn money for bounty hunting than hunting your own kind? She took out her keys and opened the door, making her way to the small kitchenette, she opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of tue blood, she wasn't sure what kind, but she wasn't letting Medivh cultivate tastes on her stash, he could do that his own damn self. <span style='color:purple'>"Close the door on your way in and only step on the tile until you take your shoes off,"</span> she said, unlacing her hightops and kicking them into the corner of the kitchen, below the sink. She desperately wanted to shower and change, but she wasn't about to leave Medivh alone, not until she'd layed down some ground rules.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> He eyed the flat suspiciously until she took out a bottle of blood. then his head throbbed. it was a fairly decent place from what he could see. He took a good look at himself and realized how dirty he was. blood aside, he had scraps of bark and ash on his coat, the belts on his pants where covered in dust, and his feet alone where the dirtiest of all, not being one for shoes himself. In short he wanted to practice a little hygene. <span style='color:green'>"suppose it'd be to much to ask for a glass of that eh?"</span> he said to her making his way to the couch, and flopping his dirty self all over it. he doubted she'd give him some, and he didn't feel like killing right now. in all honesty there where three things he wanted right now: sustinance, women, and rest. he'd doubted he'd get any of them any time soon. <span style='color:green'>" A place to wash up'd and a washing machine of some sort would be nice too, as you can see i'm not in the most cleansly of states."</span> He looked at leehara again, and then stretched himself out, laid his head out on the sofa, and waited for her response. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Leah looked up in time to see that Medivh was lying on the couch. She put down the bottle and scooted over to the couch. <span style='color:purple'>"I tell you to kick off your shoes and walk on the tile, try to keep things clean, so you walk on my white friggen carpet and get black gunk all over my red couch. Up! Get the hell up!"</span> she said, yanking him by the arm with Pendragon strength. She didn't care so much that he'd disobeyed her, more that he was making a mess of the flat and he'd been there not point two minutes, lord knew she hated cleaning. <span style='color:purple'>"Haven't got a washing machine, there's one down stairs, but the shower is down the hall, there are towels and everything, I'd ask that you shower before going into my room in search of clean clothing, I will be royally pissed if you get dirt and the like in my room. There are men's clothes in the far closet from the door, although they might be a bit large, most of the stuff is tailored for someone about a foot taller than you,"</span> she said. Once he got out of the shower she would negotiate blood with him, she had some that she'd siphoned off in reserves behind the vault door where she kept her own medical clean room, but that could wait for now, she'd take his hunger and satisfy herself, while he got cleaned off. She knew how to keep blood off the upholstry.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> <span style='color:green'>"Yes! almighty evil one,"</span> he said sarcastically as she yanked on him. As she spoke to him he couldn't help but have a stupid grin lathered all over his face. He actually did feel kind of bad though about the couch, he'd clean the place a little when she went to clean herself up. clean. the very mention of the idea sounded wonderful to him right now. <span style='color:green'>" very much obliged, my thanks for the hospitality,"</span> he said, looking at her one more time before heading towards the washroom. Once in the room he sparred no time in shedding his clothing and wrapping a towel around his waist. His body a mass of wounds, scarred still from his battles in his life. apparently the healing didn't take care of scar tissue that already existed before death. his taught muscles flexed as he undid the mass of belts around his legs, it felt so nice to be naked for once. once fully unclothed he quickly soaked his feet enough to get the brunt of the dirt out so he wouldn't stain the floors. He turned the water off and dried his feet, and picked up his stuff to put in the machine on the lower floor he walked out with the towel around his face and found leehara still in the kitchen. <span style='color:green'>"i'm dropping my stuff off downstairs in the machine and then headin back up,"</span> he said on the way to the door. the trip to the machine was for the most part uneventful, save having to remember how the machine even worked. He headed back upstairs and waisted no time in slipping in the shower. The water was amazing. the floor tinted red as all the dried blood washed off him, he lifted his head and moaned a little as the water relaxed his muscles. While he fiddled with the obstacle of conditioning his hair, he found himself yet again having whimsical thoughts about his captor. he mentally slapped himself again and further focused himself on an increasingly annoying knot in his hair. <span style='color:green'>"what in the name of the dark gods is coming over me?</span> he said to himself in the privacy of the bathroom. <span style='color:green'>" am i really having thoughts like this about the woman who killed me? but she saved me too, medivh, medivh what in the world have you gotten yourself into?"</span> he sighed a blissful sigh and returned to washing his increasingly clean body, and let the aroma of the water put him in a relaxed state. </div></td></tr></table></div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400></td></tr><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'>Deciding that trying to clean the dirt and blood out of the upholstry was a lost cause, she called down to the desk and asked the skink if he would very kindly call someone that he trusted not to stake her to come and clean while she was dead to the world. She next called Viet, or tried to at least, apparently he was already out for the day, she cound it funny, his living servant on the other end of the line, did not, and said that Viet had been travelling all night. Leah really didn't care what he did, but she told the thill to, blease, set up a meeting with Viet for her. When Medivh came out with his clohtes she was talking to Em, her own servant, rapidly in Ramathian, not because she didn't want him to hear, but because it was easier. She nodded to him as he went dow the stairs, then went back to talking to Em. She arranged that Em would stay with Xiang, Ciet's living servant, Em knew how to get on everyone's good side, it would be more than useful. She was just hanging up when she heard Medivh talking to himself. She didn't need supernatural hearing, or mind reading to hear what he was saying, sound carried much better on tile than most were likely to believe. Walking on tip-toe to the door in an effort to keep the blood soaked jeans off the floor, she leaned against the outside of the door. <span style='color:purple'>"Thoughts like what?"</span> the smirk was plain in her voice. Before he could answer she walking into her room, thankful for the black carpeting, and began the process of peeling off her jeans. Denim and dried blood did not mix. She threw the shirt, jeans and everything else into a metal chute at the back of her closet, she wouldn't be seeing them again. Thankfully the blood that clung to her dried from flying so she could put her robe on with only a little worry of staining, contrary to popular beliefe, red was miserable for hiding nlood. She went back to the kitchen and finished the blood off, putting the glass bottle in the dishwasher, and waited for her turn to clean herself off.</span></div></td></tr></table> </div>
<div align="center"><table><tr><td width=400><div align="justify"> In the split second it took him to come up with a witty counter she had already moved on into her room. After realizing that it actually wasn't possible to die from emberrasment, he then decided to finish up. He walked over to the sink and mirror, and began to comb his hair with a nearby brush, only satisfied when his hair looked like something out of a shampoo commercial. he then dried the rest of himself off and left the towel hanging up in its proper place. His fur was silky and soft now, he felt warm and clean, and the over all relaxed feeling carried with him. He walked out back into the kitchen giving his head a light scratch, paying no mind at all to his lack in any sort clothing. <span style='color:green'>"thoughts of how stupidly beautiful you are, when you want to be,"</span> he said turning towards her. <span style='color:green'>"and i hope you don't mind, but i'm generally opposed to wearing another mans clothing anyways so I'll just settle for relaxing on your bed for a bit."</span> </div></td></tr></table></div>
