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"I barely know you," Rissa said. "And I don't even know if I can trust you. Or the people you trust." Her gaze went from the vampire to the werewolf. "And...I suppose he can stay if he wants to. I...I don't think he'll harm me. Not right now, anyway," she added, fingering her star. While it still retained some heat, it was nowhere near the pervious temperature.

Ooc:// We should probably wait for Rose now...Bree really needs to interact with them.

Ashton was starting to get angry. And when he was angry, it wasn't pleasant. His eyes began to burn a blood red color, switching immediately in tune with his response to the werewolf, "I was human once, too, you know!" He nearly snarled. He hated how this wolf was trying to alienate him. It was bad enough he had exposed him, but now this stupid dog was trying to get him hurt too?

He was weak. Sending a witch to do a job he could have fully accomplished but didn't because he was scared. Ashton thought he could almost smell it. He hissed, "If you're so intent on getting me out of here, come and do it yourself. Witch girl over here isn't your protector. And I'm almost sure she won't do your dirty work because you happened to know another witch." His face was clearly full of hurt, pain, and anger. Slowly, little by little, Ashton managed to put the pain inside again. It still hurt immensely, but he didn't let that show. Not now, at least.

His voice still showed the anger, though, and some slight pain that he couldn't force back. "And how are you so sure he isn't as dangerous as me?" He directed towards the girls. "He uses the facts that you barely know me to his advantage when, really... we could be one and the same." He glared triumphantly, but grimly at the werewolf. This guy was really starting to piss him off.

And he was going to let is be known that he wasn't trustworthy either. Or at least not as much as he said he was. He was looking at the werewolf now with questioning eyes. "Vampires aren't the only ones that kill people."


OOC: Yeah... I think so too. I actually wrote this post before you posted yours (Windancer). I guess I took too long though X3

Ooc:// Wow, you guys got far without me. The reason for the delay in my posting was my laptop crashed. Anyways, its fine now and better than ever actually! (except I lost everything, but what can I do now?)

Just one thing, Pure_one, I don't know what Cody means when he says his wolf is 2000 years old but he is only 19. Thats not really possible no matter how I interpret it. Remember, we are playing by the lore posted on the first page. Perhaps you should re-read it.

Bic:// At first, Bree just stood there, glancing between each person as they took they turn talking about things that didn't make sense to her. For her, it seemed like they were speaking another language, one where witch and werewolf and vampire meant things other than the english definition. As these three teenagers rose in anger, Bree still didn't move an inch from where she was standing, mostly from Rissa's tight grip on her wrist.

Bree took a step back from the yelling voice, slowly removing her arm from Rissa's hand. In her mind, she knew that nothing of what they said could be true. But then that meant that the three of them could all be crazy. Perhaps Bree was the one losing her mind and was only imagining these things that they were saying. None of these options was any better than the rest.

A shocked gasp escaped Bree's silent mouth as the blond haired boy's eyes suddenly turned red. Within the next for seconds, Bree decided that she needed to get away from these people. Either she had gone completely mental and was now hallucinating or the talk before was truth. Either way, Bree no longer felt safe.

Bree broke away from the group and dashed down the sidewalk, forgetting which way would lead her back home and sprinting in the opposite direction, her red hair flying behind her as she ran faster than she ever imagined she could go. Panic seeped into her veins and fueled her feet to move faster and faster and faster until she collapsed to her knees. Looking around her, Bree figured out that her legs had carried her to a tiny park she used to play in as a kid. She crawled to the fountain and splashed her hot, red face with the cool water. The park was deserted besides her, its popularity drindled down to nothing from ten years ago. As Bree leaned against the fountain, her panting breaths slowed, but her heart still raced from the run and from the panic.




Griffin sighed at male's question, still standing to the side so the two loners could come in. "Of course you are welcome here," he said with confidence though no happiness. "We're just a little cramp at the moment," he added.

Griffin finally took the time to take in the appearnce of the two loners. The male stood with confidence and he radiated cockiness and pride. He might be more trouble then it was worth, but his foster parents, not to mention alphas, were not ones to turn down a loner. Actually, the dark-haired werewolf reminded Griffin of himself in some ways. It was strange, but Griffin noticed that he probably had the same confident air around him as this loner did.

Now, the female was a different case. Mirrored her eyes was a wounded animal, ready to snap at anyone who came within a foot of her. Her dark hair, thought fairly straight, curled around her head as if she had just woken up from a long sleep. Her head bowed low, but her bright eyes stared up at Griffin, and their color reminded him of the moon. Her demeaner spelt out trouble, and Griffin already saw her picking fights with the others in the back of his mind.

Still, Griffin couldn't turn them down. Despite how unhappy he was, a part of him felt guilty for even thinking of turning them out to the streets. There was a reason he always helped his foster parents with the house and acted as the second-in-command.

"There's just one thing that would have to be adjusted," he admitted to the duo. "You see, there is only one room left in the house. Of course, that would be no trouble if the two of you didn't mind sharing." Griffin suggested the idea in the hopes that maybe the two of them were together. Usually that would only cause drama in the house, but with one room left, Griffin was willing to deal with that. Even though the two loners showed no sign of affection, Griffin thought maybe they were just on of those odd couple who did not like public displays of affection.

Luna scoffed at this idea. "You have got to be joking," she said in a light tone that suggested anything but happiness with this proposal. "I'll take the dog house out back over sleeping even remotely close to this bag of fleas."

She didn't really mean to insult Zac in any way, but insulting others was natural to Luna and it sometimes just slipped out unknowingly to her. Actually, she had taken a liking to Zac, which was definately out of the norml for her.

"If thats the only option I've got, well, it's been nice meeting you and all, Griffin, but I got a streey corner to get back to." Of course, Luna didn't mean the implication 'street corner' had, but it was out of her mouth before she could think about it. When her words reached her ears, it hit her that this might give Griffin and Zac the wrong idea about her living conditions, but she was much to proud to correct herself now.




"Only a few days," Matt answered Laika, smiling at her wonder at the room. She seemed fascinated with all the things that Sonya had left behind. "I believe she's trying it out, and may decide to stay or come back. But she defiantely will visist," he added. "You'll get your chance to met her."

Matt paused, a question on the tip of his tongue, but he was afraid that it would be too personal for Laika. He wanted to know what her past was like and way she ended up here. How she even heard of this foster home. But Matt had experience from every new-comer here that not all of them were open to discuss the past.

Curiousity taking the better of him, Matt finally asked, "So, how'd you end up at Silver House?"

Ashton mentally cursed when the girl wiped the blood all over her shorts. Dry as it would be soon enough, it was still a bad temptation. "You may want to-" He started, before stopping himself to hear the girl continue. Her last comment, he grinned at. You could tell a laugh was on the way, and he let it out freely. "You know, Bree, you don't seem half bad," he said, and kept a smile on his face.

And for once, it was genuine. There was nothing fake, nothing secretive, nothing hidden about it. It was real this time.


Zac paused for a moment just to annoy Luna a bit and then laughed. "Well," he glanced up at the ceiling and then back to her. "I was thinking you could take the bed and I could take the corner." He gestured his eyes towards the floor.

Zac actually didn't mind. He had always been a gentlemen when he was human. As a werewolf, his manners hadn't really changed much even despite his loneliness and disconnection with people for a while. And he had been sleeping in alleys and wherever he could for such a long time, he was pretty much used to lying on hard surfaces.

Ooc:// Sorry I haven't replied in so long, lots of things were going on and I didn't have the time to read through the posts. But I promise to be more active now that school is out (; I fixed the broken links on my bio as well.

Bic:// Regina stayed out of the way of Laika as the commotion went on in the other room. "Chris, you should know I hate that soup. How do you keep forgetting?" She did not answer Griffin's question and turned off the burner. She put her noodles in a soup bowl and sat down at the table. She saw something red flash in the corner of her eye and looked out the window onto the back porch but saw nothing. Shrugging, she ate her Ramen and carried the bowl to the sink. After she washed her dishes and placed them in the washer, she walked out into the sun room and curled up on her favorite armchair.

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Sonya reached into her pocket and pulled out her cellphone. She usually had to make calls outside of the dorm room because she couldn't get signal in there. She leaned against the wall and dialed Griffin's phone number. Holding the phone to her ear, she waited for him to pick up. "If nothings going on at the house, we can stop by and visit."