When Rivers Runs Red

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

((Authority?))

Fyroh's eyes narrowed slightly. "Mistake." he muttered.
Olhals face whitened. He knew what had happened; he'd just been threatened. And since he'd just thrown his last weapon, he was in no situation to defy them any longer; but defying was what Olhal did best. He turned, and with remarkable speed compared to what he'd just attempted earlier, yet still not fast, he fled once more.
Fyroh sighed. "Oh, Olhal, when will you learn to take orders... I don't think he liked being told he would suffer, though... To be honest, I'd probably run in the same situation."

[Dr. Strange]

She watched him, amused, for a few seconds before catching him and bringing him back. "That was NOT a threat Olhal, dear." She grins as she drops him. "It was merely an analysis of your situation and health. My poor human, your stamina is almost all up. Slep and you can recover. I would suggest not trying to bolt again as I am stronger, faster and have more stamina than you; for the time being that is." She whispers.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

"Oh ih uzz!!" he shouted in his croaky voice. "Oo fettened me!! Oo said I would uffer!! Geh orh me!!" He continued struggling. "Oo filfy ampire scum!! Traih-tor!! Geh orh me, beaft!! Help!!"

[Dr. Strange]

Sorain flicked her tail impatiently, clamping her clawed paw over his mouth. "Please..shut your mouth. It's not going to work for you to struggle against me. Now let me help for once you sorry looking human." She looked up at Artemisia then licked his dagger blade, it was still sticking out of her cheek.

Artemisia took his hands and stroked them gently, leaning him back.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Olhal was still putting up a resistance; kicking, flailing his arms, and even trying to cry for help. Fyroh resisted an urge to help him. Suddenly, Olhal accidently discovered something; flames shot out of his hands when he next flailed them. He smiled. "Ah, my energy's returned." he said calmy, in his normal voice. "So you have no further need to force me to sleep." He then frowned. "So, RELEASE ME!!" His anger was back, and in full force; his whole body set alight momentarily as he said those words, but went out after he finished.

[Dr. Strange]

She held back a snarl, resisting the reflex to drop him. "You're not going to fool me. Stop fighting. A possible last reserve being used to fight someone who's trying to help you? Tsk, tsk tsk."

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

"You're not trying to help me!!" he roared. "You're... you've planned this with Artemisia!! Artemisia, you halfblood, dark, vampyric SCUM!!" he shouted; and with all is strength, blasted his way out of Sorains grip; flippng backwards and landing on his feet. "How many times have you bitten me on the neck 'affectionately'?! You're trying to turn ME into one!! You... you TRAITOR!! You MURDERER!! You little piece of SCUM!! I'm not under your control; and don't you try to stop me!!" With this, he darted off; this time, he actually moved fast away from the area.

Fyroh groaned. "Ignore him. He never takes things like that well."

[Dr. Strange]

Sorain smiles knowingly. "Artemas? Give him about a day and a half. He's a little slow but he'll get past his idiocy."

Artemisia shrugs, watching him run off before smiling ruefully at Fyroh. "I DID only bite him affectionately. I never could bring myself to turn him. i was going to give him a choice but apperently, his answer's plain as day." She sighs, frustrated. "I'll live through that stinger soon enough. I'd had worse....That reminds me, has anyone seen that Naga?"

[Marquis Lythis]

((yeah, had work.))

This time Rem had stayed silent, none of it being any of his business to start with. He didn't know what a vampire was, but it did manage to make him arch a webbed brow of little spikes as he had watched the scene, slithering silently along the perimeter of their exitement. One the one called Olhal spouted flames, he was rather interested, but had still kept his distance. That was the closest thing he had seen to his own racial ability by the land walkers.

[Dr. Strange]

Artemisia burst out laughing after a few minutes of silence. "This reminds me of the time my mother found out her brother was a dragon-tiger. Bless the boy's soul. He hid his scales and tail under a trenchcoat and baggy clothes." She sobered quickly as another memory surfaced. "My aunt was a Naga. Sadly, her family killed her...Split her head and body apart, cut her... and fed her to the sharks...Really horrible birthday present." She smiles grimly and watches the stars blink awake. "Such a pretty sky you enjoy here...Its not like this at home."

She smiles ruefully once more, "The horizon is always filled with the smell of sulfer, smoke, fire, and rotting flesh. There were always body pils near fields and minor rivers. The constellations began disappearing for no reason...On a clear, crispy fresh night you couldn't see where the land ended and the sky began...It was beautiful in its own way...I miss the smells and the veiws the most..."

Sorain raises an eyebrow then nods. "Yes, very diverse family you have. What happened to your uncle?"

"Uncle Eli was killed in a fued between his clan and anothers. Bless the poor sap...His daughter disappeared a fortnight after his death...We still don't know where she is."

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Seems to me we have more incomen then I thought. Rosuto silently wispers to himself as he leaps down from the trees (this was his vantage point) He then goes over to Sorain and says If you don't mind I would like to romove that blade and stitch you up right now.  It lowers the risk of infection, if you don't want me to.

[Dr. Strange]

Sorain smiles through the dagger, "That would be very good, thank you."

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Don't thank me just yet this is going to hurt Says Rosuto as he grasps the handle and gives it a sharp pull removing it with out further damaging Sorain's face.  You might not want to hold back any yelps or such for I know how much this hurts says Rosuto as he start pouring a cleansing solution in the wound Also don't swallow that stuff or it will make you sick.  Rosuto then pulls a needle and thread out of his pack and begins stitching the wound close There that should work grandly.  In about two weeks I'll have to remove the stitches though because the skin MUST NOT be allowed to grow over them and that would hurt very much in deed.

[Dr. Strange]

She moves her jaws a little, wincing as the stitches pull on her skin then smiles. "Thank you... it actually doesn't hurt as bad as you think. Its kind of numb right now anyways..." Her ears twitch and she lowers her body, fur bristling. "Shh...I hear something/someone very big..." She whispers, extending her claws slowly as a soft rustling sound reaches her.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh suddenly became aware of the noise, as well. He quickly drew his one handed sword, in case it was a threat. "Do you have any idea what it is?" he whispered to Sorain.