[center]Kieran took a slow, measured breath before answering. The first question was easy enough, he shook his head and uncurled from the ball he'd made himself into. He could feel his body beginning to mend itself, the feel of skin moving and slowly closing over the wounds. The second question had his eyes widening and his stomach dropping to his feet, he was sitting up before his mind could process just what the hell he was doing. A familiar pair of hands on his upper arms stilled him for a moment, Ryanair was watching him and Kieran questioned him first. 

“What happened below?” His managed to grit out, Keiran caught Ryanair’s flinch before the blonde rolled his shoulders and offered a nod. He was released but one of Ryanair’s hands gripped the sleeve of his torn shirt, Kieran relaxed and rested his head against the headboard. 

“Someone managed to slaughter the Pack except for Evian and Ynez, somehow someone room out a pack of werewolves without anyone waking. And this morning everyone was still asleep when I awoke to head down to the kitchen, I don't..no one fucking heard anything….” His words failed him and Kieran reached forward to gently card through blonde locks. He was pleased when Ryanair didn't flinch and after a moment more, allowed his hand to fall to his lap. 

“I just saw his reflection in the window...His smile wasn't one of friendliness it was twisted. I remember seeing one of his fingers trailing down his own chest before...pain” He suddenly felt exhausted -his eyes fighting to stay open- Kieran knew logically that that was a bad sign and he tried to keep them open. His head felt heavy and he felt the world spin dizzyingly as his body tipped sideways. 

He was so....sleepy….

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V’yest grinned maniacally as the person before him withered in agony, it wasn't much but it was entertaining enough. A sigh slipped passed his lips when the figure stilled and his creatures vanished into nothingness, he rose from his chair and made his way towards the nearest window. It was daylight and the fields that surrounded his home were bare and dead, he turned away and made his way towards the dining hall.

A tune began to fall from his lips as he continued down the hall, his steps silent and vermilion eyes closed. He'd had fun the night before, the screams and snarls echoing in his ears as he took a right. He slowed when he felt a familiar weight settle onto his right shoulder, the beak that nudged at his cheek had him frowning.  “I just payed a little bit, nothing more.” He stated in a tone that oozed boredom, the phoenix trilled a few notes and fell silent. 

[i]He saw us you fool, if only for a moment.[/i] V’yest hissed softly as the words filled his mind, it was chastising and the Mage didn't appreciate it. He shooed the phoenix away and pushed over the large doors, stepping inside he found nothing but books and candles. Moving forward and grabbed the closest book, he sat down and began to read. 

He'd bide his time and see how his toy was doing, he hadn't meant to hurt him but it had happened.[/center]

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