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"Michael, look at me."

Selene pushes herself up onto her forearms to better face the man in front of her. She can't say she's surprised that this happened given what she had asked of him, but she can't help but feel a small twinge of disappointment. Reaching out towards him, Selene leaves a soft kiss on his lips, pulling back to look him in the eyes.

"I would not ask this of you if I wasn't sure," she tells him gently. "Does it mean nothing to you that I trust you this much to do this with me? You know how hard it is for me to trust others." She moves her hand from his shoulder down to his bare chest and up again to the side of his face. "I know you are scared of hurting me, but I have never once believed you would."

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almost fondly, lucian looks at michael. for a moment, lucian thinks on to how michael is what sonja would have birthed if things had been different. he's a hybrid, born of both. though lucian says nothing of the things he thinks. keeps those thoughts tight to his chest.

Half the patrol had been dead upon her arrival, and the solider in the saddle with the guard to her immediate left was unconscious, perhaps too badly wounded to survive the ride back to the castle. Sonja urged her horse onward, ever grateful at the warhorse being steady and unafraid of the wolves beyond the wall. She could only pray that they would be quick enough, to get back to the fortress gates in time, and that their doctor would be at the ready for the wounded she and her party were bringing back with them.

Her heart thundered in her own ears almost as loudly as the pounding of hooves (and in the distance, paws following after them) against the ground as they raced through the trees. The full moon hung full and heavy in the sky, providing more than enough light for the vampires to see by, enough for Sonja to see the monstrous Children of William close behind, perhaps hoping to catch the remains of her men and turning them into quarry.

Sonja calculated their odds as they went, checking their surroundings and shouting orders, trying to decide what to do to buy the wounded more time. She could order the men ahead, keep only two deathdealers with her and face the pursing wolves, and likely take them down. But that depended heavily upon it only being the three pursuing that she was able to see. The vampiress muttered an expletive and decided she'd made her mind up, and would have to hope that they'd not need to call for reinforcements, and gave the order. She reined in her horse, and drew her sword, charging the wolves instead.

A short while later, she was all that remained of the deatherdealer guard, the other two had fallen, but taken the Children of William with them. And Sonja, now had a bad tear in her armour plate and mail, a laceration in her side from a lucky claw. Bad, but no real threat to her personally. It wasn't just her, that she had to worry about. Sonja pressed her hand to her side, holding both the reins and her greatsword in the other, hissing in pain as she spurred her horse to rejoin where she had ordered the two guard to wait with her, with the wounded they'd been carrying.

Dionysia approached the man she had been directed to through various sources, hoping she had finally reached the right person. In a rare moment, she needed to see a doctor, but her being what she was, she needed to see one who was specifically non human. Mainly because she didn't want to deal with the whole "you're a medical marvel" or "how are you alive" schtick human doctors pulled with her.

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Selene had thought losing her parents had been difficult but it had to be different, knowing immortality was something only your body possessed and no other close to you. Knowing others would die while you lived on. The Death Dealer hadn’t had to think of that for a very long time... Her keen sense of hearing meant she’d heard the entire thing without him having to utter a word of what was said on the other end of the line.

“oh, PLEASE,” moby scoffed, shooting michael a scowl while she sat on his couch. playing with his rubicks cube, both boots crossed nonchalantly atop of his coffee table. “you’re too soft. if a burglar rushed in with a gun, you’d sooner pull out a chair and offer a cup of coffee than bare your teeth. face it, you don’t know how to defend your territory.”