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X: Vacation, vacation, vacation! God I never thought it was possible that she'd be gone! (slips on shades and sips some fancy beverage (probably stolen with the way the bartender in the back is looking for her missing bottle)

Rorek: Cheers to that my good man.

Me: Who says I'm gone!

X/Rorek: (screams in fright as cimple comes from behind and snatches their bottles, and smashes it on the ground) AAAHHH! CIMPLE'S BACK!

Me: That's right! I'M BACK BEE-YATCH!

Rorek: Good lord, I thought you had finals!

Me: I did, but I'm through with school, summer's here so cheers to that pretty-boy!

X: Fuck! She just HAD to come back! I was enjoying myself!

Me: Well get out of my lime light and into your spotlight cause you're on! My reviews have been waiting for far too long! MALCHIOR! RAVEN! GET OUT OF THE CLOSET AND INTO THE SCENE LET'S GO!

Raven: I REALLY do hate you, you know that?

Me: Huh … yeah … :P I think every one knows that.

Malchior: Pay no mind to her love, let's go.

Raven: Malchior if you don't keep your hands where they belong I will personally escort you to my father myself!

Malchior: But, my hand IS where it does belongs (innocent face) 

Raven: Not on my ass it ain't!

X: Too much information!

Me: Okay, okay, okay enough chit chat people, let's move it! Lights on?

Rorek: Lights on – and bright to, jeez …

Me: Camera rolling?

Rorek: Rolling … wait … where's the film?

X: (in the background tosses the film over the edge of a random balcony) let's see her complete the story without tha – Francesca no!

Francesca: (new roll of film in her mouth slips it into the camera) Mew!

Me: Thank you Francesca!

X: Shit! Foiled again!

Me: Nice try, Raven stop strangling Malchior and get moving!

Raven: Fine!

Malchior: Ah … coughcough … violent …

Raven: Serves you right.

Me: Alright! Enjoy the story people! Rorek you're on first!

Rorek: Yes, yes, yes I know.

X: (snickers at the script) Oooohhhh Raven!

Raven: What!

X: Check this out.

Raven: … (reads script) DAMN YOU CIMPLE!

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The Central Intelligence (or lack there) of Azarath

"It's the Power Jewels, there's no better explanation for it." Rorek shrugged as he looked amongst the books of the large library of the Palace Azar, looking over his shoulder to Raven who was currently – discreetly as possible – trying to run from Malchior. The dragon had not dared to leave her side after she had come to gather them into the Palace Azar's Archives. It was almost comical whenever he'd growl protectively at her and she'd growl right back. Warning him to back off and he would for – oh say – three seconds before stubbornly hovering over her.

It was beginning to even irritate Kenneth who had perched himself on top of a latter towards the top of the giant forever going shelves of books and books and books. Though out of the sake that it didn't concern him he shut his mouth. Francesca jumped from shelf to shelf mewing as she played in her new playground. Her tail whipping back and forth as she leaned down and stared at the four in the room with much amusement. Purring loudly and lovingly, with a cat-smile she mewed comfortably.

Raven however huffed and rolled her eyes when Malchior was hovering her again, again trying to ignore him she turned to Rorek and nearly snapped at him when he chuckled humorously and shook his head as he snapped a chosen book up. the demoness snorted and shrugged, "Well … now we know why Ellris is after the Power Jewels … but then the question becomes why he wants to close the portals. Malchior! Get away from me already!"

Kenneth snickered, "God I was waiting for when you'd snap."

Malchior growled and brought his hands on either side of her head, cupping it gently he said, "Raven, I'm not leaving you alone until you tell me why it is you were so afraid earlier. You looked like you'd die if your heart rate increased even further!"

The demoness sighed and tipped toed to his height, bring his head down to her she kissed him deeply and reassuringly then pulled away and leaned her forehead against him, "Malchior, really, I appreciate your kindness, but you have to relax. I'm fine, what happened wasn't such a big deal, I promise you."

"If it's not such a big deal then why won't you tell me what you experienced?" the dragon whined pleadingly and under any other circumstance Raven would have rolled her eyes and make a sarcastic remark, but she did owe him a little explanation.

However, it'll have to wait as Rorek cleared his throat, Malchior snarled at the wizard for interrupting their moment, but Rorek could careless, "I hate to be of disturbance, but can we stay on the subject? So Ellris wants to close us off in Azarath separating the Lord and Lady from their homeland and trapping them on another dimension called Manona … speaking of which the last I heard of Azarath and Manona was that they were under some kind of war."

"Peace treaty," Raven informed pulling away from Malchior, only to have the dragon stubbornly keep her within his grasp, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him so he could rest his chin on her neck where he nuzzled and kissed her soft skin. Kenneth was rather surprised that Raven didn't fight him off, but listened to her explanation anyway as Francesca continued to climb. Where in her little kitty-cat mind she was the most powerful nightstalker protecting her master from all danger. Cute, but she wasn't the case, "Manona and Azarath settled their difference under a fair trading industry … though there is still bad blood between the two, it's not enough to set off another war … at least that's what we hope."

"Well obviously we came here too late," Kenneth sighed and leaned on the latter closing his eyes tiredly, "the shit-head already got to the Power Jewels and shut down your Tri-Branching Portals or whatever the hell they're called. Oh fuck! Can we get back to Earth!"

Panicked and horrified that he probably couldn't get back home Kenneth nearly fell off the latter he perched himself on top, but held onto the side and steadied his balance. Yet it did little to falter his insecurity, Raven gave the worried thief a dry look, "The Grand Dimension Portal is still open, that's the way we came through, but it'll take more then a Power Jewel to close it."

"Why?" Kenneth blinked.

Rorek sweat dropped and raised a brow, "Because it's Grand I have no better explanation for a person like you."

"Shove it," Kenneth sneered and looked to Raven, "So we still have a way out?"

"Yes … Malchior, knock it off!" Raven gritted her teeth and tried ever so hard not to appear embarrassed when the dragon scrapped his fangs along her neck teasingly. Sending a shiver down her spine, she gulped down a low moan at his attention as a wave of fire coursed through her blood through his menstruation. There was just something about his fangs upon her skin that just sent her demon blood reeling. Malchior grinned, he knew what he was doing and knew everything to evoke her demonic desire and he didn't care if there were others around to see him try and get a little something from her.

He just didn't want her to worry anymore, and it was a plus that she was openly displaying her affection so why not take advantage of her suddenly lenient temperament? Raven stifled a yelp when the dragon again scrapped his fangs across her skin promisingly. Turning beet red for many a reason, Raven had to put a stop to his temptation before it got out of hand, looking up to the dragon with the turn of her head she opened her mouth to start her scolding, but all she muffled out was his name, "Malchior –"

His name from her lips couldn't have sounded anymore perfect, which was why he had to reward her with a captured deep kiss. Francesca on her high top shelf mewed in delight at their openly display of affection. Rorek huffed and shook his head, turning back to the books he busied himself with looking for something interesting as Malchior and Raven had their moment.

Kenneth rolled his eyes and looked down at Rorek, "This is getting us no where. I thought we were here to save the world, not watch you two make out every three goddamned seconds! Come on man, get a fucking room – not excusing the pun either!"

Raven pulled away from Malchior and held out a hand to Kenneth's latter; engulfing it in her black magic she tilted it and had him tumble all the way to the ground. Yet being as agile as he was jumped off and rolled onto the ground with a smirk when the clearly bothered Raven glared at him, "What? Too close to the truth for you?"

"Shut up," was the only sad defense Raven could come up with as Malchior once again rested his chin on her shoulder with a sneaky grin on his face.

Kenneth stood up to his full height and straightened out his clothing, the smirk on his lips never once leaving as he chuckled. Knowing that he had won an argument against the demoness, he cleared his throat mockingly, "Okay … so … now what?"

The sorceress kept from rolling her eyes as she answered the thief … but even before she could form the words to say in her head. Something distracted her … an aura actually … a very familiar aura. Pulling herself out of Malchior's embrace she turned around and glared at the entrance of the library to see her. The former Princess of Azarath, having givin' up her title to become a Priestess that'll possibly one day succeed the High Priestess Jahzaya.

Gwenzithell Frenjy Zoroth … Gwen for short.

Her blood-red eyes, petite misleading frame, slender figure, and shoulder blade length curly dark blood-red hair … she was the epiphany of everything a powerful Princess should be. Yet because she became a Priestess, her place in royalty was automatically renounced in a snap of a finger, Azarath was very strict when it came to balance. Those with the title of Priestess, Priest, Sorcerer, Sorceress, Witch, Wizard, Warlock, etc, etc weren't given government power. AT ALL. The closest they got was a position that was second only to the royal family.

And that position was reserved only for the High Priestess, and Master Priest.

Where they would assume the roll of governing leadership if and ONLY if the Lord, Lady, Prince or Princess weren't present to assume reign. Though this is true, the people of Azarath always felt safe when either of the two High Priestess or Master Priest was around to guide the royals. So with the disappearance of the High Priestess (as told by Arella) things were getting a little … hectic.

Gwen was only a low ranked Priestess with the benefits of living royalty because she was still considered family.

So she didn't count.

Raven sneered when the "princess" sent a death glare at her as she entered the library, "Well, well, well … and here I thought you were gone for good. I guess the gods must be feeling quite humorous tonight."

Kenneth, Rorek, and Malchior all turned to notice they weren't alone anymore. Raven tensed and held back a snarl, she never liked Gwen … and Gwen never liked her, since Raven was living under the 13 monks' watch with Arella over seeing her meditations. It never came as a huge surprise that Raven was sent to the Trinity Temples, or where the Sacred Hearts Academy for Girls was located, centered on young girls who earned the title of Priestess through the ranks.

Gwen was a low rank, how Raven knew?

She was still wearing her signature blood-red cape …

If she were any higher rank that calls for respect, the cape was abandoned to a sash … it was then that learning in Sacred Hearts Academy wasn't needed anymore. Instead graduated to train in the Trinity Temple by the 13 Monks or the High Priestess herself … Gwen was obviously still learning in the Academy. Letting Raven know that she had not passed the Graduate Exam … again, "I suppose that's the only thing we can agree on, Gwen."

Raven, or Raenell to Gwen was scum.

Nothing but a lying, deceiving, conniving demon bitch that bewitched her way to the Trinity Temple, why did Gwen hate Raven so much? Because Gwen had been studying in the Academy all her life since she was able to talk and walk, but could never be able to pass the damned Graduate Exam. Yet, here comes Raven, already 5 years old goes through the same training and once she hits 9 years old she was already sent to take the Graduate Exam and passed it with flying colors! There were even rumors that they – the 13 monks – had made her test exceptionally harder then normal so she'd fail!

However, it never stopped the demoness from moving on to the Trinity Temple.

She was the talk of the Palace … and what made Gwen sick, was Miles was still so much so infatuated with that damned demon.

She was a demon!

Who the hell in their right state of MIND could ever love a demon other then her own kind!

Okay, so maybe Miles didn't love her, and neither did he say he did, but still how could he be friends with her!

That was why Gwen hated Raven.

Why Raven hated Gwen?

She just didn't know what the girl's problem was!

For no apparent reason that Raven could even begin to image was there for Gwen to mistreat her the way she had made her life a living hell! Plus with the 13 monks breathing down her neck, the non-supportive Arella, and the threats that came from the fearful people who all thought she was going to be the one to condemn Azarath to hell. It was only right of her to leave and never look back … for 8 years, until now. Though Raven loathed the past and loathed all those who had not given her at least an inkling of a chance at trust, Azarath was still her home dimension and she'd defending for her life.

Why?

Because all her years spent with the Titans – which was like half of the 8 years she'd been gone from Azarath – Raven learned one thing that Malchior helped her further explore. Forgiveness …

Gwen snorted at the demoness and with a flick of her bouncy hair walked out of the library. Never caring that there were three others that had watched the play of tension in the air, Kenneth whistled, "Damn … there's one bitch that needs some serious emergency screwing. I mean what the hell was that all about? Comin' walkin' in here like she owns the fuckin' place and disses our girl Rae like that? That bitch better grab the ground and quick before her airhead lifts her into space."

"Raven?" Malchior walked up to Raven's side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, "Who was that?"

The demoness gulped down a purr when she felt Malchior's warmth engulf her … for some odd reason, she was getting more and more comfortable with him close to her then she was when she wanted him to get away. She blamed it on his influential internal instincts that ruthlessly tugs at her demonic senses. Leaning her head on his shoulder she shrugged, "That was Gwen, Former Princess of Azarath, though renounced her title when she became a Priestess."

"That girl is religious?" Kenneth burst forth laughing and nearly dropped off the latter he picked up after Raven knocked it down. Perching himself back on his height, the thief snickered, "Who'd believe her?"

Raven looked over to Kenneth and shook her head, "Here on Azarath the title of Priestess or Priest relates nothing to religion and more to military. Unlike Earth that heavily revolves its petty wars and disputes over religion with this god saying that and that god saying this routine, worship is little more then a faint whisper in the wind here on Azarath. Fate, Destiny, Rebirth, Balance, and Order is the closest thing Azarath comes to with belief, gods, worship, and faith."

Rorek tilted his head in thought, "Yes … military makes sense … Priestesses and Priests are taught in the magical and deadly arts correct?"

"Dark … black … light … pure … it molds into one thing," Raven nodded, "yes, and that's why she can't hold governmental power. It's too dangerous. As well as Kenneth had suggested, quote unquote: "serious emergency screaming" unless given permission by all 13 monks that over see the decisions the royals of Azarath make. Even they – as a precaution alone – know every single Priestess' sex life. Especially those that are sexually active."

Rorek and Kenneth's – including Malchior all jerked their heads back in shock and confusion when Raven had nodded her head. Satisfied with her explanation. Kenneth shook his head and explained, "What? Hold the goddamn phone! Why in all fucking hells do 13 MONKShave to know about ANYONE'S sex life to begin with!"

"I must agree with Kenneth here …" Rorek cringed and shutter at the thought of discussing what goes on behind closes doors with 13 people he didn't even know. It was disturbing. "… I'm almost afraid to ask … why DO they need to know?"

Causally … as if it was the most talked about kind of conversation in the world Raven answered calmly. When really on the inside she was blushing beet red, the only reason she didn't seem so embarrassed was because she was using Malchior's supporting dragon aura to help her hide her emotions. Ironically enough, it was BECAUSE of Malchior that she was so embarrassed to discuss something like this with him around. After all it had become no secret to her lately with what his latest "intentions" are with her so to say.

It's kind of hard not to notice when he did little to nothing to hide what he had on the mind. Though tucking Malchior and his thoughts from her mind for a moment she focused on her explanation of sorts, "Because … unexplainably … more so the females then the males when given the title of Priestess something odd is bound to accrue after intercourse … she'll either give half her powers to her mate, loose all her powers plus life energy to a critical point where she'll experience a moment of death. Or she'll get stronger, loose her mind, or go power hungry … it varies … GREATLY. So much so even the Monks can't predicted what priestess is what. Clear things up a bit?"

They took it in … and once again, Kenneth being as blunt as he was blurted, "You're not a priestess are you?"

Raven nodded, then looked up at Malchior with an: 'Oh well, sorry didn't tell you sooner look' and shrugged, "I am … I am in fact one of the highest ranked under the High Priestess herself …"

Malchior's jaw could have hit the floor, he could have given her an odd look … he could have done a lot of things. Yet he chose to just smile and shrugged the same as Raven "innocently" when his next string of words were far from such, "Oh well … I guess I'm just going to have a bit more gentler then what I had in mind, but I'm sure you won't mind either way."

Rorek stilled and gave a classic Anima stunned expression with the spirally eyes, feeling embarrassed for Raven who didn't seem at all phased at her dragon's "choice of words" Kenneth looked up to Francesca who just mewed. Completely oblivious to the meaning of the sentence, the nightstalker smiled. The thief shook his head and snickered while Raven blinked and scoffed with her classic dry expression, "Humph, I guess all those hugs and kiss are empty promises. You are just after one thing … like old times again Malchior? I thought you learned your lesson the first time?"

With a low rumble in his chest that Raven felt against her back and shivering up and down her spine. Malchior licked the nape of her neck and relished in the suppressed gasp that only he heard and he could feel. Dominating her aura with his lust filled one, he felt Raven fight back against being taken and his rumbling purr turned into a low warning growl. His eyes under his eyelids started to glow a bright red at her defiance and Raven felt his pressure upon her. Demanding she give herself to him fully and without protest, the demoness held back with all her power when he clamped his jaw over her neck, never piercing her skin with his sharp lethal fangs.

Just making her feel he didn't like being denied.

Though still sane of thought, Malchior kept his eyes closed so not to startle Rorek.

Granted he was being a bit risqué with his ministrations, he'd rather have the wizard and the thief tease them, then to think something was wrong and get the wrong idea. He wasn't really forcing himself onto Raven, just letting her know she was still his and his alone and there was only so long she could keep her mate waiting. Gods … he wanted to bite her so bad and mark her as his for life. The "ritual" so to say was no stranger to Raven, she knew what he was doing and knew what he wanted … she was a demoness after all.

Knowing "certain things" just instinctually came natural to her.

"Enjoying yourself love? Fear not … there's little to nothing I can't do to make sure you get a pleasurable experience … priestess or not, there's nothing more enticing then my name whispered from your lips, Raven …" Raven nearly fell to her knees when she heard Malchior purr her name into her head and slither his way into her mental soul forcing a moan through her lips. She gritted her fangs and instead forced herself out of his arms and stumbled back and way from him in bewilderment.

Never realizing that her breathing had hitched, a hand to her heart Raven had to be sure it hadn't stopped working with the speed at which it pounded within her ribcage. Malchior slowly opened his eyes after subsiding his dark train of thought, chuckled at the beet red Raven had turned as she bumped into the bookshelf next to Rorek. The wizrd – trying ever-so hard not to interfere couldn't take their antics, whether Raven was trying to control herself or not … this – whatever it was – had gone on long enough.

"Are you two quite finished?" Rorek broke the heated silence with his own scolding tone, "Honestly there is a reason the word "privacy" exists in every spoken tongue within the dictionary. Look it up! Because to be quite frank I think that Ellris is more pressing then what it is you two do behind closed doors."

Malchior snorted and eyed Rorek with great annoyance, "Really Rorek, just because you don't have a mate does not mean you must rain on our parade."

Rorek rolled his eyes, "I was not insinuating raining on anyone's parade, I'm just trying to be sure you both know there is a time for your … antics and then there's a time for business. This, right here, this is the time for business."

Kenneth snickered mockingly, "Aww, is little Rorek feeling left out? Raven I think Rorek needs a little love."

This time not only was it that Rorek glared up at the thief, but also Raven herself, and in unison they both growled, "Shut-up." Rorek glanced to Raven and sighed tiredly, rubbing the bridge of his nose he huffed, "Look, things aren't going so well, so why don't we all retire for the night and discuss things better in the morning where he can even have a meeting with Lady Arella. Sound like a plan?"

"Sounds like a plan prince charming," Kenneth slid down the latter with Francesca following and perching herself a top his head as he yawned and made his way towards the exit, "I'm wasted anyway, and I'm sure the two lovers want a little alone time. So yeah."

"X," Raven growled and walked after him, "ever heard of that saying if you don't got nothing nice to say don't say anything?"

The thief looked over his shoulder and snorted, "Fuck that, I was never bred or well mannered to begin with. I call it as I see it, can't take it than oh well. Not my problem."

Rorek shook his head, "You and that mouth of yours. Malchior, get away from Raven or I will pry you off of her myself! Goodness, isn't it bad enough she choose a dragon like you to court, does she have to have you hang on her at every second?"

Ignored, Raven ended up practically throwing Malchior down the hall towards his room and running the opposite direction towards her own room in order to escape the clingy dragon. It wasn't that she was afraid of him … she was just too tired to deal with him at the moment …

However as Kenneth headed down towards his room …

Francesca suddenly, disappeared.

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"Your daughter? She returns?" asked a brown hooded monk of high stature, in fact, he wasn't only in high status he was one of the reigning 13 Monks. Arella kneeling upon the ground on one knee nodded with her hood down and the blue moon shinning onto her from a high up open ceiling window.

"Yes she has."

"What a surprise …" another, female in tone and older then the male who had spoke before her, "though I fail to see why it is you tell us this news. She was a unique child I'm sure, but what value does she hold for us, for Azarath."

Arella took note of the "us" coming before "Azarath" it wasn't only ever so slightly rude to put one's self because land, but it was suspicious. It wasn't like she was already suspicious of the 13 Monks; they were never on her good side to begin with where her daughter was concerned. Though … they harbored no ill will towards Raven she was sure just as much as she didn't trust them, they didn't trust her or her daughter.

However, business was business, and in the business dealing with the absents of the High Priestess, Arella was determined to make sure the freedom didn't go to the 13 Monks' heads, "Well … I figured with the absents of the High Priestess and Raenell being Lady Jahzaya's best priestess, why not put my daughter in charge of seeing the dragon clans to assure us peace upon Azarath while we try to bring or Lord and Lady back."

"Outrages!" Arella pulled back when a female monk stood up from kneeling in front of the out stretched desk and glowered down at Arella. Flipping her hood back to bore her cold relentless ice-white eyes on Arella. Her rage very much evident as she rudely pointed her long fingernail that was sharp and pointed … she was a demoness … a pure bred with her bared fangs and silky silver white hair. Growling at the Azarian before her she snarled, "How dare you even speak of such an abhorred suggestion! Do you hear yourself child? She has not been her for little more then a few hours after she had been gone for a good long time. A half-breed like her has no place in negotiations, let alone politics. Do not think your daughter is the key to our problem when she could just be the beginning –"

"For your information Lollitha," Arella stubbornly defied also getting to her feet startling the Monks with her sudden rude manner, "my daughter is as much capable of negotiating a peace treaty as Lady Jahzaya, she not only has wit, but a dragon friend to help her communicate. So do not dare state my daughter ignorant or incapable when she – as well as myself – had the patience to put up with the likes of you."

"Foul child," the Monk named Lollitha growled looking ready to jump the table and send Arella flying out the door, "leave our sights at once before I decide to throw you out upon the streets where you and Raenell had once came from were it not for Prince Miles' strict order to leave you be."

Upon her heel Arella marched towards the door, but as the Priests that guarded the door opened it to allow for her to step out. With out looking back and without a second thought she exited, head held high and sticking to her choice. Lollitha of the 13 Monks snorted and sat down among her peers. Another male from the 13 shook his head and pulled his hood back to glare at the demoness. His blue gem upon her forehead shinning with the blue moon overhead as he bore his vibrant green eyes on her, "That, Lollitha, was unnecessary … now you've not only given the 13 a bad outlook to the Prince's guest, but to address Young Raenell as a "half-breed" you disappoint me."

"I did it for her own good," Lollitha stated just as stubbornly as Arella, "of course I realize I could have chosen better words, but sometimes the truth needs to be seen. Raenell is not only still a cub among the demon and dragon eye, but she knows little to nothing of the situation that Azarath is in."

"Little … but she can learn," spoke up another member, her soft voice telling her age was that of nothing more then a young child! Pulling her hood down to reveal another demoness with gentle gray eyes and short chin length ebony black hair. Her was as gentle as a child … but Lollitha knew … the "child" was FAR holder then everyone in the palace combined! Including the dragon who had been trapped for a good thousand plus years and the wizard who survived for the same amount of time or more. "Young Lollitha, you are to quick to judge, let not your demon instincts cloud your actions. For rash actions do not all end in the manner we wish it …"

Disturbed that a child looking demoness was addressing her as "Young Lollitha" the demoness sighed, "Uzious-omo, do not tell me you side with this preposterous plan."

No word reply … but a nod of her head and the childish demon named Uzious ("omo" is a respective name for an elder demoness, the older the demon the more respect and since Uzious is quite old "omo" is the most highest term of respect) smiled reassuringly. Leaving the male from earlier with the blue gem to clear his throat, "It is late, I suggest we retire for the night and gain some much needed rest."

With little to no protest the rest of the 13 Monks nodded and with goodnight greetings they disbursed to their correct rooms. Leaving the Conference Room in the dark and silence. Francesca … from the shadows popped out and mewed with a tilt of her head, looking up to the blue moon she noticed a head popping into view then it's full body flipping into the empty room. The nightstalker tilted her head with an odd expression as the sapphire haired dragoness displayed an odd scent.

Blood.

In fact … her clothes were drenched in the substance … but it didn't bother Francesca one bit as the nightstalker walked up to the dragoness with out fear. Saligia sighed tiredly and shook her head, "I honestly don't know what to do anymore Francesca … you're the only one I can rely on at the moment …"

"Then why not speak to my master? You taught me clear speech … but there is only so much I can do!" Francesca mewed desperately standing up on her hind paws and putting her front paws on the bloody white dress pants the dragoness wore.

Saligia frowned sadly and bent down to pick up the little nightstalker and cuddled her, "I know … but I can't speak to him or the others just yet … I mean look at me … I can never face my brother after all the things Ellris has me doing …"

Blood dripped down the side of her cheek and Francesca leaned up and licked it off. Happy that she got Saligia to smile ever so slightly, but it didn't last, before long her frown returned, "Why don't you run away? You came here to see me did you not?"

"Yes … but it's only because Ellris sent me to check up on Malchior and see what's happening …" Saligia dropped Francesca back on the floor and the little nightstalker's eyes drooped in sadness as Saligia dropped to her knees. Taking a shaky breath Francesca could smell the beginning of fresh tears and wanted to lick them away from the sad little dragoness. Yet Saligia was good at concealing herself and gulped, "… Francesca, after I leave you … everything I've heard in the Conference Room will be transferred to Ellris … so warn your master anyway you can. Warn my brother, warn the half-breed, warn Rorek … warn anyone that'll listen to you and take you seriously."

"I shall …"

"Good …" Saligia leaned down and planted a soft kiss on Francesca's head.

The little nightstalker mewed loudly when she felt a wave of power enter her body and soon the mew turned into a vicious growl that could frighten away any panther or jaguar. No longer did she mock the cute kitten, but an average sized golden retriever, her big brown eyes now even more noticeably slit and darkening to black. Her coat still pure white, but with black markings going along her forehead like a crown, her mane now even more so fluffy than ever and paws big enough to crush a skull.

She mewed, but it was little more then a purring growl.

Saligia nodded, satisfied with her job she stood up and got ready to leave, "I've sped up your growth spurt to two years a head of your time. How to obtain your new powers are up to you, but I will tell you a little secret that no other white nightstalker knew they possessed. Time is your ally Francesca. The other's are going to need you."

Francesca sat back and tilted her head in confusion, her voice still high pitched and childish whimpered sadly when Saligia left, "… Take care Saligia … I only wish I was able to do more for everything you've given me …"

With a sad grateful smile Francesca walked towards her master's room and since she was too big to lay on him she took her place on the floor. Happy that she was shrouded in her master's scent she sighed and closed her eyes, wondering what Saligia had said: "Time is your ally …" what odd choice of words.

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Yeah … sorry if it was a bit more sloppy then the rest, I forgot to read over it before I put it on (shrugs) sorry!