Things tend to happen at night that would never occur at any other time, as if the universe cloaks the world in shadow for the express purpose of allowing them to indulge in the darker impulses everyone harbors but so few give in to. In the light of day, however, the realization of what you’ve done and the consequences of those actions can be quite harsh. Such was the case when Ameerah awoke the morning after her reunion with Alidia.

It had not gone as joyously as reunions typically do.

Amunet had taken the opportunity to emerge and introduce herself to Alidia. Unfortunately Amunet’s method of “getting acquainted” had been to forcibly turn Alidia, making her at least half wolf in addition to the demon that already resided within Alidia, courtesy of Morlis. Of course retribution had been her goal given Morlis’ recent seduction of Sylvana but then that was really more of an excuse to justify her actions than anything else and she only paid lip service to the idea of justice or vengeance.

The powers that be did not care for the reason behind her actions though. Amunet had acted uncontrollably, against the wishes of the primary mind (Ameerah), and Ameerah had been incapable of reining her in. That in and of itself was unacceptable so in the early pre-dawn hours the next day the impetuous Princess in question was taken from where she slept next to Akuma in the bed they shared at the Den. When she awoke she was in what appeared to be her bedroom in the Palace only she knew it wasn’t. There were no windows, for starters, and she could sense the power of the Nexus Chamber humming around her.

No one but one of her direct blood line, in other words her parents or Valorius, could track her there and that was no doubt what they wanted. Once awareness dawned memories of the night before came flooding back to her. It didn’t matter that Amunet had been in control, she could remember everything that happened, along with her own inability to wrest control from her alter ego. Deep down she knew what was coming, why she was here, and a sense of resignation came over her. She had watched Valorius endure his punishment for acting without control..it was only fair she be measured by the same standards.

From across the room a figure emerged, one she was as familiar with as her own. As the shadows dripped away to fully reveal the masculine form that approached where she still sat on the bed she gave him a small, almost sad, smile.

”Hi Daddy.”

Post originally by Character_Morlis Desiderio

”That bitch!” The furious snarl echoed through his empty chambers. For once he was without female accompaniment; by choice. He had returned to Eternelle Lune and resumed residence at his private villa that bordered the land Mount Cithaeron sat on. Alidia had returned to him, and his bed naturally, and for several days he remained wrapped up in his delectable creation; the very First of them all. He had always given her her freedom, though, for the most part, so when she expressed a desire to visit with her friends he offered no objection.

If only he had.

He’d felt it the moment Ameerah’s insidious energy had entered his Alidia, felt every cellular change in her body as if it happened to him, and with every moment his fury grew. He knew to go to Alidia and confront Ameerah face to face would be his death sentence. As he wished to live to fight, or plot, another day he refrained from rushing off and doing something stupid.

That did not mean he would sit idly by while they tainted the perfection of his sweet Alidia. That was what broke his heart, truly, was the defilement of what he saw as his first and most perfect creation. No longer the icon of feminine demonic perfection she was now spoiled with taint of the wolf, the mangy bastards!

He knew Ameerah would be furious over his seduction of Sylvana but he had no idea she would go to such lengths to obtain retribution for it. And, in his opinion, her “retaliation” was definitely overkill. Something he would need to address in kind. A smile slowly curved his lips as the perfect revenge came to mind.

Alidia had not rejoined him…perhaps he should seek refuge with the little wolf, Sylvana. Ameerah had taken half of his Alidia from him…perhaps he would take half of her wolf in return. Or even the sweet Tevy. Separated from her pack, alone...she could likely use some comfort.

Post originally by Character_Talisy Aensland

When all was said and done, she had a duty of course. As she was not and would not be returning to Morlis any time. Her collar was touched forming a mirror like reflection of Morlis. It wasn't mental communication but rather reflections. A mirror, a window, a pool of water would reflect her to him as soon as he came upon one.

With lips coiled the image reflected her in that crimson top and jeans with her sneakers and pony tail. Reclining in a throne like gilt chair and a charismatic if not all out alluringly misleading smile. "My lord Morlis, I'm letting you know that I'm detained. I will probably bring you home a present. But unless I have to return, I'm not going to. I'm some place far from your lands, the lands of aleris and such. So you know, the key in my jewelry box in the bedroom is your only way of finding me. A word of advice, Elismera welcomes few but the word itself is the keycode to find me."

Again she spoke in riddle, she teased and taunted egging Morlis as she had so many others that day. Once in a while it was fun for her to play with people. So as she sat there thinking she looked at her new lovely room brica brac. The pink haired imp demon girl sprawled on one labratory table, the silvery blonde haired wolf girl on the other. Naturally she was sure someone was going to have her ass for this. But then that was the fun of playing games with those she felt were less then she was. Again her ego was a little pet for the time being.

However, should Morlis come to her underwater laboratory in the ocean bordering England which was a birthday present to her from Dorian. He'd find her lovely companions and she was willing to bet, all hell would be breaking loose, if not when the keepers of the pink haired Mistress Salome got ahold of her little love note.

Post originally by Character_Talisy Aensland

Elismera the underwater labratory of one Princess Talisy Aensland the prodigal daughter of Dorian and current collared toy to Morlis. A beautiful place under the great waves within the vast ocean that suited her love of water and her purposes well. Unreachable to any but whom she invited there, the magical wards made it a plethera of constant traps, constant settings for the fresh infusion of new subjects for her vast experimentations.

This place was not only not a part of Aleris, it wasn't part of empire. Instead it was part of modern day earth and it's denziens ignorant that demons, werewolves, vampires did run about in their society and were virtually unknown. For years she went about as Talisy Aensland a human college student, bouncing from one to another in rapid sucession as her want and need to constantly learn things to help her and her plans in life come to a full head.

Now as she sat there looking at her two little companions a finger tapped her soft baby pink lips. "Such an intersting circumstance, an imp succubus, and a garou. It's not often those sort cross paths much less in the same room. Perhaps I should play with them." She murmured mostly to herself, already Morlis and those outseide her lab were dismissed.

Her gaze slid to that of Salome, the pink hair was a vivid rival to her own violet strands. Perhaps she should splice her dna with a little something else, her love of mad scientist did make her a rather nefarious person to be around. Heading for a wall she pulled a lab coat from the wall along with pulling her floor length hair from her simplistic pony tail up into a bun. The coil rested on her head as a heavy weight but she didn't want her hair dirty after all. Sliding on a pair of glasses from her desk as she passed it she hummed to herself and went to a monitoring console. "Let's see here.. what to do with the imp." She hmmed to herself in a great deal of thought. The monitors displayed their basic statistics. Height, weight, respiration, blood pressure, brain activity and that amused her to no end.

Another monitored dream wavelength patterns and even recorded the dreams as she'd pressed a button that applied several cords, needles, lines and as such they all just fastened to each girl. If there was something she wasn't meant to know, she sure as fuck new it now. From blood, to magical talents she hmmed a little bit.

"Necromancy eh? Go figure." She harumpped to herself eyeballing the pink haired little demon. A few inches shorter then herself tali slid her fingers up the woman's leg past her thigh and hip. Over the fat plains of her belly to the indent between her breasts. The shadowed cleavage that the medical robe did little to conceal. "Perhaps , I should splice this little darling with a demon dragon.. It would be funny to watch her lose her temper and her to shift against her will and destroy both her Mistress's home and her own work place."

Talisy's fingers encountered the beautiful bit of a collar and tapped her finger on it. "Decisions, decisions."

Post originally by Character_Talisy Aensland

Thinking to herself she walked to her monitors and depressed a flashing green button. A heavy sheild like aparatis would rise from the examining labratory bed encasing that of Salome for now. "As for lil red riding hood." She murmured turning her gaze to Sylvana with a tilt of her head in consideration. "She's half human, which is both a flaw and a good thing in her case. I ... don't like destroying humans.. at least not yet. Corruption of them however, that I can do with ample grace."

Turning her gaze to her monitors she snickered a little bit. "Time for a change of scenery." She murmured mostly to herself as much like she'd done to Salome's little table she hit a button that encased Sylvana and formed a tube under her to which the table rather like a capsel would vanish through to another part of her labratory.

Elismera was a giant underwater castle, Salome was in one tower of it, now Sylvana would be transported to another tower, the main tower as she needed her room as if she went ahead with any of her wayward thoughts, all hell was going to break loose. Again for a moment she thought of well offering the little toy to Morlis now as that was what this was all about originally. But the want and need to have fun without his stuffed shirt on her ass sort of took precidence. And people wondered why Dorian had let her do what she wanted most the time.

The doorway slid open as she entered her main science bay and she started turning on the various more intensive, intrusive monitoring systems. With white lab coat trainling along about her frame she hummed to herself and started riffling through some of her specimen books.

Subect 745BA1 - Dorian Aensland, genetic dna specimen of both blood and semen along with hair filaments. Would cause chaotic tendancies, meglomania and in general a very delusional fantasy world within the subject's own mind of complete granduer if not god complex. Racial staticistics: Full blown incubus, intense fighting and seduction capabilities when employed though mostly, a shiftless lazy ass.

Laughing she shook her head at her own notes and flipped to another page and started grinning a little bit. This one was a little more interesting.

Subject 92157B Delaney Caitlyn Ambrose (Majere Desiderio) : Subsequent lover out of many on the string on Subect 745BA1's dick. Has some useful qualities in the form of fire elemental magic. Resorts to physical violence at irrational destructive levels. Specimen aqquired from sleeping subject after a bout of intercourse with Subect 745BA1. Racial traits: Human born sorceress turned demoness by Morlis Desiderio aka Subject 6410BE3.

Shaking her head she stuck her tongue to her lips. "Not good enough." She grumbled a little bit as well she never liked Discord as the woman had the balls to crawl into Dorian's bed while she was in it. That was her spot.. Talisy's spot as far as she was concerned. Like a kitten with a ball of yarn, thou shall not fuck with a kitty shit damn it! Shaking her head she fixated her attention to more of her subjects.

Subject 56713XZ Kaiser: Guardian demon red dragon of the realm of Makai. This specimen was willingly given in trade for a few sacrifices as well a dragon needs a toy from time to time. Contents highly volitile, potent tends to incite a bloodlust like rage that is uncontrolable until death and carnage lay in it's wake. The subject is currently asleep until the next revolution within the Makai.

Shaking her head she sighed and kept flipping through the book although her next few entry's brought a slight smirk to her lips as she started rereading her old notes.

Subject 6410BE3 - Morlis Desiderio. Specimen was not obtained with permission. A sample of blood, hair and semen after a bout of sexual relations. To current status he is unaware of their obtained status. Male shows that his semen is dorment as if asleep, statistics suggests that it's a cast spell of protection and or a genetic defect as there have been several children recorded from Subject. Subject has a ego as well as a short sighted issue which can only be linked to mentality which is a possible pass on to anyone or anything the dna is passed to. Status of specimine undetermined and unpredictable. Use would be... inadvisable. Racial statics: Full blooded incubus, some minor traits not classified as of yet.

Shaking her head she turned her attention to the next entry.

Subject: 9011D6 : Xantara Desiderio. Current status lists her as a human with a strand of Succubus demon in her that is almost too faint to detect however it ellongates her life span along with the blessed marking of Morlis keeps her from aging. Ancestory research found she is an indirrect illegitimate descendant of Juliet de'Argmond. A demoness that flouted her race and was put to death for it not before she flouted her lovers. Subject is classified as a submissive strand therefor an undesirable trait for research purposes. Perhaps experimentation on her would be prudent and useful.

Subject 1D3A : Caine. Some classified this male as the king of all vampires. Subject matter dna was gathered on a subsequent visit to England in the earlier centeries. Blood has been analized and broken down to show each curse and strain that was passed through what is called the strands of current noted vampirism. Each specific classification is seperated and stowed appropriately as they are all vastly unstable and need a strong subject to sustain them and the host organism. Proginators of each classification has also been collected. The only exception being the Caitiff clan of vampire that seems a deluded strand almost non existant.

Tilting her head she read through her notes and tapped a few things into her computer system setting aside a few things. Diligently she paid attention to the book and all else she was rather oblivious to much else.

Post originally by Character_Talisy Aensland

Perhaps it was cruel the sound that played within Sylvana's head was infact a song. A song that would ebb, flow through her entangling within her very subconcious that she was very notibly fighting. Sylvana was a fighter, regretfully, so was Talisy and she knew how to counter those around her in most case scenerios however she did have her limitations.

The demoness sat in her chair typing away on her computer systems as she monitored her facility, the technological defenses were at an all time high, the parols of guards were marching through her halls. Consider her the wicked witch of the west if you want, she was determined to see that Morlis had a new little toy pet that would have a little more longevity but first she got to play with it.

The girls fate had been decided when Talisy had gone to bed the previous evening, deciding whom and what the little Revenant would become. The shift would be minor in some aspects and yet encompassingly unforgiving in others. The ventilation system that fed into Sylvana's capsul kept a gas fed to her that would keep her down a little while longer unless Talisy turned it up.

Talisy would however turn it up as she started putting on her lab coat and her rubber gloves. The floor length violet hair again pulled back out of her face streaming down her spine in a long braid that would bounce off her white jean covered ass. The white lace top she wore cuddled her for what little there was to it. Corset lacing along her abdomine leaving her belly bare along her belly button but then corsetted up to her breasts where the lace left an inch of her flesh bare but connected to the lace and silver bands that were to her breasts taht were cuddled within the fabric. The stars and butterflys that caressed her form in a tattoo showed all to vividly. The sneakers of yesterday replaced with knee high white granny style meets combat boots up her leg.

Depressing the capsul's protective shell she started by putting a tourniquet upon Sylvana's arms and found a vein in rapid succession. An iv was situated where as her other arm another IV was set up but this one was a draining one. One that would drain precious blood from her and leave her too weak to fight back. It was almost a cruel action, but well she didn't want any arguements. Perhaps it was a violation of nature, a violation of the girl to give her no rights. Science however overseeded all as far as she was concerned.

The massive flaw to her security the one invited she was willing to bet her panties wouldn't enter into things. As she fed other lines into the iv she kept narcotics and sedatives fed into Sylvana. She started a blood drip the blood well it wasn't her kind. Her garou blood would fight it a great deal but then no one would accuse her of doing what nice or light. She was going to drain sylvana of her precious blood to a point of near death, replace with her new blood and then use her systems to hasten her.. Shift by accellerating her body's response. By stimulating her brain at a accelled rate it would cause the blood to spread faster, her heart would thump and pound and push it further throught her until nothing of her wouldn't feel the change before it took it's final hold.

Perhaps at times she felt a few moments of regret, this was going to change her. Going to strip her of what she was and make her something, more. With how she plotted the staticstics, the dna there was a good chance of success but even science has it's failings. As the blood and drugs started flowing, her hand trailed through the silvery strands of hair and she hummed to herself. "Really you are a beautiful woman, this will just make it that much more startling." She murmured to herself.

Regretfully she also was well aware of something else. "Alas, a after thought, I have no one to teach you of your world that you will awaken to. I'm sure one will come along, I never had a teacher either and I turned out fine." She grinned rather impishly before she went to her computers again and started rapidly feeding in the information, the dosages, the system readings of her gaze readily there.

In the down moments as the blood well started pumping, she debated attempting contacting Morlis. He seemed too busy though as it was his way, perhaps that was why she moved in her own circles. Something she'd always done, as promises never were what they were and rarely seen through.

And yet all the while the music within Sylvana's mind would play. All the while, she was not , had not reported back in or shown back up at any of the Sultan's places. The lines of contact with the ice wolf seemed all but severed. Mental connections should time and space some how be breached enough for connection, only the song would play.

black sheep come home
black sheep come home
black sheep come home
black sheep come home

hello again friend of a friend
i knew you when
our common goal was waiting for the world to end
now that the truth is just a rule that you confess
you crack the whip, shape shift and trick the past again
send you my love on a wire lifts you up every time everyone
ooh pulls away ooh from you
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
got walls of of steel, got an automobile
for a minimum wage, got real estate im buying it all up in outer space
now that the truth is just a rule that you confess
you crack the whip, shape shift and trick the past again
send you my love on a wire lifts you up every time everyone
ooh pulls away ooh its a mechanical bull if not the one you'll take a ride from anyone, everyone wants a ride pulls away ooh from you
ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Post originally by Character_Talisy Aensland

~*~OOC NOTE: This is a repeat post in another thread as it applys to both, it was posted in both~*~

She kept the music flowing, ebbing through Sylvana's mind and after stupidly not paying attention to Salome's monitors the girl had nearly woken. Not a smart move but then Sylvana had been at a critical juncture so there was no way in hell she'd have gone from one to another. Already the venom was spreading through the garou female.

Physical attributes had shifted, her body had undergone a very cruel shifting. Forced unlike her natural garou state, it was hard on the girl. Twice her heart had stopped and had to be defibulated. By now she had a pretty good fucking idea that somehow.. Someone had to know she was missing especially when she lost her twice only to get rekindled. Lucky for her that is, as tali's hand slid to her violet hair that was working it's way free of the heavy braid.

Salome was a problem, she had no time for the girl right now. Perhaps she should just shunt the girl for now or put her in a state of stasis. To freeze her within ice and store her away as if she was a body being prepped for autopsy. It was definately a possibility at this point as honestly, the wolf had her attention more then the bitchy imp that was her lover's wayward daughter.

No she knew not of Morlis's affairs with his family, only it seemed like he didn't really give a flying fuck either. It was almost an Aensland trait which made her giggle softly at times at how much Morlis hated being compared to Dorian. Not that she could or would blame him. The second Morlis compared her to another woman she was going brawling, collar or not.

She hated being compared as it was something the violate haired demoness strove for, she strove to be unique, different. So as she sat there watching her monitors she had to consider what she could be up against at this point.

She knew damn well Andras would have told Discord's daughter, Princess Najia of the Syre that her pet was taken from her grasp. Whom the Princess had alligned herself well there was no way in hell that talisy could know that. However, she knew the collar on the girl was very.. very powerful, more powerful then anything that she could construct physically. Technologically through science she could come close, but the magic there, the strenght. She was vastly outclassed there, she just hoped whatever made that collar didn't come knocking on her door.

However due to the state of things, She sent for her guard from Makai. The portal opened from the portal room through the encoded keys and time span. She allwoed the gaurd into that of her palace. "Spread out, keep vigilant. It is the command of the Princess of Makai. No one, is to enter this facility without my authorization and without passage key which would bring them to this room." She flourishingly waved to the portal room.

"Remain armed all 100 of you. If you fail, I will unlease the son of Kaiser the Guardian Demon Dragon of Makai upon you and your families." She roared. Her tone, her authorative aura alone brooked no arguments. To say the least even she was preparing for a possible problem, her body was feeling the tension which set off both her curse and her blood to what she was.

Once the guard were stationed, she'd then gone back to the main tower with Sylvana and started working on the warding. "Ensure all the points and wards are kept active, shields and sensors now scanning ever 3 seconds. Anything out of the ordinary, no questions just termination." She ordered to all her staff. The half dozen or so citizens of her underwater city that were her lab technitions and care takers. The 100 guards from the Makai, the 2 prisoners and herself.

Let the games begin...

Hitting a button her tower filled with a song that resonated all to affirmitavely as to what could be she had a sneaking suspicine her last 24 hours and change.

The three that hunted her at the Demon Lord's commands met with a grave bit of failure when the searched aleris's lands. There was nothing, Then the search of the Eternal empire which might allert those that dwelled there that something was up if they weren't cautious. Morlis knew she was up to something but if his place was searched, there was nothing that could give her away, except him.

Search of the Makai would yeild that recently Talisy had opened portals, that she had taken a fraction of the Royal Guard to the Aensland family. But no, there was nothing. Just a few dozen labratories that yeilded some interesting results as to what the female collected, the drug creation places. All in all, there was a lot to play with but nothing to betray where the demoness was.

Time and space might yeild other results, the qeustion was. Was the infernal and his compatriots, capable of finding this would be violet haired Carmen Sandiego.

Post originally by Character_Natani Mankiller

Years had passed since last she’d graced the Eternelle Lune with her presence. There were few who would know her name or even recognize her face, and of those few only one knew of her return. It was his bed she’d eased from at dawn to seek sanctuary in her own lair. It wasn’t that she didn’t wish to remain with him, the desire was definitely there, and he did his best to try to convince her. But she would not stay where she might be discovered by the other woman in his life when she herself was weakened. The sun would not kill the half vampire, thankfully, the wolf within her saw to that, but she still felt its draining pull.

The day was spent fitfully, distorted images and nightmarish scenes playing behind her eyes. When she awoke it was to the sensation that she had never truly slept, the same images haunting her mind. She could feel in her gut that something was wrong, not with her, not with Akuma, but with a member of their pack. Yes…their pack. Though Ameerah had not intended to turn her with her bite during their altercation her intentions had had little to do with the result. First Natani had bitten Ameerah…thus infecting her with her vampiric bite and drinking a very substantial portion of her blood.

It hadn’t been enough to weaken the stronger woman, though, and when Ameerah retaliated it was with a bite of her own…a bite that mingled with the blood already in Natani’s system and thus creating another “abomination”. Natani was left for dead, assuming Ameerah’s ravaging was enough to kill her, but it was her own blood that saved her and now here she was, half vampire, half loup garou, and all Pack. Bonded to Ameerah and those in her pack whether the other woman liked it or not.

And now she was back. Back from the dead, as far as they were all concerned.

There was only one way to figure out what was going on and what her instincts were telling her. Though night had fallen and she knew Akuma would be expecting her arrival she had to know what was going on before she saw him. She sought refuge in the woods in the safest, most secluded location, she could find, and it was there that she built the fire and threw the sacred herbs atop it. It wasn’t really safe to do this in such an open space, but she had no other choice. This wasn’t her world and she had no such resources as she had on Earth.

The scent of the herbs filled the air and she began the low rhythmic chanting that would allow her to alter her mental state and slip into the astral. It took only a few moments as this was a long practiced process by her, and within moments she was soaring through the sky in her astral form seeking out the source of her distress.

It took longer than it should have; something was blocking her sight, preventing her from finding what she sought, but blood will call to blood and eventually she was able to locate the source of her upset. A girl with silvery blonde hair she knew to be loup garou upon sight was bound to a table, another woman with purple hair experimenting on her…torturing her it seemed. And through it all a single song played incessantly, mugging up her perception.

After observing all she could she withdrew back into herself, not able to remain gone as long as she would have liked lest she leave herself vulnerable too long. Dousing the fire carefully she knew she had to get to Akuma. He was the only one who would be able to explain what she’d seen and setting off towards his warehouse she was there in minutes. The door opened as she approached, he’d sensed her arrival, and before she could say a word she was drawn into his arms, a kiss that easily scattered every thought she had laid upon her lips.

When he released her she pressed her hand to his chest and put some distance between them or she'd never be able to get out what she'd seen. She knew Ameerah was MIA, in some place Akuma called the “Nexus Chamber”, unreachable for the time being. Fine. She wasn't exactly looking forward to her first reunion with Ameerah since Ameerah still thought she was dead and had no idea she had been turned by the Alpha during their last...meeting. They would have to handle things without her, but that wouldn't happen if she couldn't keep her thoughts in one place.

”Something's wrong...one of our pack has been taken. I didn't recognize her but she has silvery blonde hair and an...aura of...ice hangs around her.” She frowned and her voice trailed off as she tried to recall the images she'd seen, both physically and astrally, her vision turning inward.

”She's being held under the water somewhere...a woman with purple hair..a demon..succubus of some kind I think. She is bound to someone here in this land...in Eternelle Lune. She has our pack mate...she's..doing something to her. I don't know what but it could kill her, whatever it is. She has almost died twice now...”

She knew that because she'd felt it every time and a shadow of the pain she'd felt crossed her eyes. She knew he would wonder how she'd discovered all of this. They hadn't discussed every thing she'd learned during the years he'd thought she was dead. She could only guess and why she had felt Sylvana's distress call when none other in her pack did but she suspected it would have something to do with the copious amounts of Ameerah's blood she'd taken the night they'd made sure they would be a part of each other some how.

This was her destiny. Everything she and Ameerah had done to one another was meant to happen, to make her what she was and place her here at this time. She harbored no animosity towards the Princess in spite of the fact that their altercation had ended in Ameerah presumably taking her life, and then her man. She and Akuma were still together, her presence in his arms didn't change that, but she accepted their situation for what it was. And now one of her pack was in trouble...one of their pack. And it was up to them to help her.

”We need to find out who she is connected to here, get to him, and make him hurt until he takes us to where she's being held. Wherever that is.”

She didn't typically go looking for violence and bloodshed. She hunted yes, both blood and meat, but as part of the natural cycle, predator and prey. That did not change the fact that she would do whatever it took to ensure the packs safety.

This was her destiny.

Post originally by Character_Talisy Aensland

The two subjects were fighting the restraints she had upon them physically mentally. Her attention was dangerously divided especially with the fact she knew she was going , was likely now Hunted. However, the hunted sometimes was really just the hunter in sheeps clothing.

The imp she had reached a dangerous level in sedation. For what she was, she was fighting to regain conciousness, battling tali in ways that irritated the Aensland Princess. Lips compressed she watched the brainwave activity and shook her head. "Anymore sedation and she could be killed... Damn it just go down and stay down, I'm almost done!"

Talisy seethingly raged mentally before turning her attention to her little Revenant. The girl's forced change was taking her by storm. Her body was at war with itself, already she was passing tests even in her state of heavy sedation. Already the seed of corruption was planted, already the wolf was different

Blonde hair almost pure white with it's silver platinum shades, the pale icy blue eyes behind the lids that dialated as she thought about things. Hitting a switch bright light filtrated the wolf's capsel, she didn't respond for a long while before she gave a subtle hiss and her breath caught. Evidently she didn't like extreme prolonged exposure. The girls bloodtake tripled after extremes. It was something the girl was likely not to like. Her wolf like fangs were now joined by a secondary set of fangs. Fangs that retracted at will as her body now had other malluable properties.

Her body underwent several stages until finally she seemed to be resting peacefully upon the slab like table. Her little fingers played with a few wispy strands of blonde hair. The silver sliding through her fingers as she debated the options at this point. She was still in the change, but she was no longer in danger unless something happened to stop the transfers of blood, to stop the barrage of tests.

With a mischevious grin she walked away and took a seat upon her gilt almost throne like chair behind her desk. "Decisions decisions, by now. I'm know, by now... They are hunting, and might even find me. I doubt Morlis will betray me to anyone, as .. well the girl I plan to give to him. The imp.. It was sheer folly to take her, the question is, what to do with her." Humming to herself she tapped a few buttons that would have the imp's capsil come to life.

Lights flared as she started collecting samples. "I don't want her, the dna will suffice. I Should have got the male imps too.. I dunno." She sighs and trails a hand through her hair.

When the hunter becomes the hunted, they know enough to set up defenses. That her palace within the sea was fairly inpenatrable she was certain. There was always ways, it depended on what she was dealing with. With the imp, she had no clue in hell as she knew little of her other then she was a woman named Najia the daughter of Discord C.Ambrose and some prince something who ha. And that she was the daughter of Morlis now estranged. Who knew really at that point.

Once she had what she wanted she again debated hitting the code that would put the demon imp into a state of stasis.. frozen in time neither alive or dead. "Decisions decisions.. let the games begin." She murmured as she watched an odd light flash on her screen.