Siera put her fists on her hips and scowled as her phoenix tried to peck the freak of nature, Trent, a half vampire half Werewolf, in the face. Trent was holding his hands up to protect himself while her pet was busy tearing away. Sighing, Siera whistled and with a brief hesitation, her Phoenix flew back to her shoulder. Stroking him, she said,
"Calm yourself, Lightfeather. I'll take care of this." After Lightfeather flew back to his perch in the branches, Siera stroked her long, dark brown tail, fluffed up her furry ears, and briefly sharpened her claws on the side of the tree. After her preparations were done, she called three guards, and then briskly walked down the wooden stairs of her house(Almost like a giant tree house made out of a tree a mile tall and one thousand feet in all directions) and made her way to where Trent stood. Rubbing his bleeding face, he frowned as Siera came into view. Eyeing her guards, he spoke.
"Keep that demon of yours away from me or I'll tell you nothing." He growled. Siera grinned widely, revealing fangs, instead of teeth.
"Ah, he's not that dangerous." She said. Trent grunted in reply. "Now tell my why you are here," Her tone growing serious. "I don't like your kind around here. And I don't intend to let you stay here for more than an hour, so you better get talking."
Just then, Sieras pet, Keegan strutted up. Keegan was a Werecat, a strange race of creatures who have powers that very few understand. They are rarely seen, although they are known to change shape now and then. They can also speak through their mind.
Keegan sat down and cocked his head at Trent.
"Really. I don't know why you choose to be around these strange beings." The Werecat thought to Siera.
It's not as if I choose it. She replied, before Trent began talking.
"I'm here because I want to make a deal." Siera's eyes flashed at this and she looked him square in the eye.
"What kind of deal?" She said.
"I want to own part of your land, and in exchange I'll spy on enemy lands for you."