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Kyo head hung low in despair under the mountain of paperwork that had been brought back from a recent raid on the governmental facility in the land to the north of the more human populated city. She felt her wolf pace beneath her skin being cooped in the concrete jungle and not free to roam the forest. Kyo laughed at the notion of free running, she was a lone wolf and those activities were reserved with those with pack alliances and land, where as her job due to her birthright put her right in the middle of the chaos and control between humans and the supernatural races, that had ousted themselves and had waged war for hundreds of years. The aftermath of the wars was the messed up political system she found herself in the middle of today. Kingdoms and cites controlled by a super government of humans that required every supernatural creature to be registered and sworn allegiance to a higher governing body of their own. Vampires had councils and werewolves had alphas and the councils of alphas. Each preferred to keep to themselves but for those who wish to coexist with the humans in their concert jungles rules had to be obeyed and innocence protected on both sides. There was a darker side to all things when it came to politics though, with every one vying for power and fear a common commodity it was no wonder some extrementist groups flying under the governmental radar existed on all sides. For the humans it was those who wish to eradicate all supernatural races and those who wish use their powers. Then there was the extremist vampires who believed everyone was food, shifters who wish to see cities fall and law of the jungle returned.

Yeah her job sucked most of the time, especially on a day like today, head rising from the piles of paperwork and eyes glancing over her desk in her office and a chime of her phone going off. She sighed shifting her weight in her chair as she picked up her phone and glanced through messages and it seemed her organization had picked up a new case. She pulled a file from the stack studied the file and ran her small delicate fingers against the picture. She had to find the one who supposedly called her to investigate a disappearance, she had so many questions that needed answers today, One in particular stood out as she scaned the list of names she had been given by the register and one stood out to her and she let out a sigh of agitation. The wolf inside her tail waged and howled in excitement. She tried to push it down, knowing this was not the time to be seeking a pack when someone was missing, and could of possibly been kidnaped by one of the extremist groups. The person who had given her the type seemed to be vampire of unknown clan which she thought was strange but didn't question it's officialness. She felt bile about to rise in her throat at thought of how they could captured the missing person or worse yet extract the genome they needed and discard them like a piece of trash just like they had done to her. She let a small snarl settle in her chest as she walked out the building grabing her leather jacket and dressing like all other reckon and rescue missions but as she stared at the name of the city the tip and last known location was and she let out a shit ton of curses. She was heading to the kingdom in the north one of which was run by a new Alpha. She hadn't met him yet, only heard a couple of stories from the old ones who still sat on the council. She disembarked from the heliojet she had taken landing about 50 miles away from a little village that bordered the alpha's land. She knew she was supposed to hide she was “other” especially if this town had humans but she didn’t care they had caused war just like the others had. They both had earned rights to live on their own terms but those that broke rules of engagement and attacks and go rouge were given death. That how it was for others. They handled their own shit and humans shouldn’t but in. She felt the hair rise on the back of her neck as she rubbed her arms for comfort the rise and fall of her chest constrained by the tight leather corset she wore exposing her low cut cleavage that she didn't even bother covering up. Her skin lighter then most and had a thin shin of gloss to it and the vibrant red hair with thick curls about her face and half her back made her stand out in the mundane village were it seemed advancement of time had stopped. She sighed to herself as she pondered the living situations here, she wish she could live a simple life such as this. She shook her head and pushed away the naive thoughts as she descended deeper into the thick forest towards the pack house that should lie beyond the border to land. She would stop suddenly as the hair on the back of her neck rose again as she scaned the dark forest, someone or something was out there watching her.

Warren could tell she had figured out he was there. He could hear her heart rate speed up, and now she was looking around, mainly in his direction. He had been waiting in the darkened woods for a few hours now, hoping she would show up. When he finally saw the jet coming in, he monitored her in hopes she was the one he was looking for. Now that he knew she was, she had figured out about him.

"Might as well not keep her in suspense." He thought to himself.

He stepped forward so he was no longer concealed by shadows, the moon revealing his white hair, pale skin almost glowing as his red eyes stood out prominently. He took his hands from the pockets of his jacket, raising them up to show he was unarmed.

"I need to talk to you..."

from what I was gathering from looking through your site and the esteemed alpha that you to were quite friendly and perhaps you come into the rp after her and her Warren have the discussion and your loyalty could be torn between protecting your alpha friend and rescuing a young girl who in danger by the government?

That what I been banking on atleast

She smiled to herself as she looked around and scented the air to see if he came alone, her eyes drew tight as as she looked in the direction behind her, her nostrils flaring sorting through the scents that blanketed the snowy forest. There was another presence here, further ahead and she didn't know if they were friends or foe.

Her gaze returned to the man who had been following her through the village, the air had become heavy with power that seemed to pallicate her skin, her eyes had flashed from those soft wolf yellow to black and then back to yellow. She studied him with the upmost curiosity.

She looked down at her hands as she thought to of the old days but her memories of the war were limited as she had been hidden and raised within the confines of a lab that had orginally was desgined to aid in the war effort against the others in attempt to study the genome of half breeds and also to cure "others" of their "otherness. Before they turned their attention to no longer trying to cure it as they saw it but as a power to be used over the enemy creating stronger hybrids to wipe out entire "other" species and now after the war countine their plan but for selfish greed and power.

She felt the snarl deep in her chest but held it back not wanting to come off agressive nor agitate him. He was interrupting a mission and she had a deadline to keep. She ran her fingers through her hair shaking the snow out of it. She kept her eyes on him as she slowly crept closer to him, her footsteps soft against the snowy ground. She felt the aura of his power now, making her stomach clench as her body prepared for a sly attack. The government was known to employ and corrupt others for their dirty work. So she had to be careful, She felt the wolf inside her whine from it and the hum of her magic stir against an incoming threat but she didn't feel too treating so she didn't move closer but didn't run,

"speak quickly then, I have a job to do."

Dorian was on the road, his long messy locks billowing in the cool night air and his dog tags thudding dully against his chest. His motorcycle thundered down the solitary and rather beaten road, the engine echoing all around. His nostrils twitched faintly as the scent of the wild assaulted his senses. He could tell almost the instant his wheels crossed over the border when he was in wolf territory. That COULD be potentially dangerous for someone like him. Dorian wasn’t exactly the type to care which group wanted him around or not though. Unless, there was money for his involvement in certain affairs, then maybe he could be persuaded to lend his unique talents to someone’s side. Otherwise he was perfectly alright with letting everyone kill each other, as long as he was free.

Her attention was diverted as the roar of the bike shattered the silence of the forest, her nostrils flared and the hair on the back of her neck rose up as she scaned the tree line, towards the rural road that was covered in dirt, a smoke cloud had been kicked up as a result of the passerby. She shrugged her shoulders at first, thinking it was just someone from the town coming up to talk to the alpha who obviously protected the neighboring city and owned the saw mill and other pieces of land that employed both shifters and humans. She sighed and shook her head holding up her fingers in the universal wait sign to her knew friend in the forest, she had a feeling what ever he had to say wasn't for the ears of the new player. She stepped through the trees and her eyes locked on another vampire and her lip curled up into a snarl. If he was a foe he'd attack and if he was friend then they could continue with the conversation.

"Not sure who you are..." Warren said to the newcomer. "...but I don't have time to wait, I need your help." He said to Kyo, taking a step forward. "Someone very important to me has been taken by some government agents. My daughter."

He sighed and looked around the darkened forest. The chill of the night breezed against his skin. "I haven't been a part of her life... ever... I haven't been able to. But now she needs me and I can't do it alone. Are you in?" He asked Kyo, before looking to the new vampire.

"And you, I suppose, given you just gave our whole conversation a good listen?"

((I guess that could work.))

She noded slowly at the man who had approached her in the forest at first anger rolled off her skin as her eyes closed and she took a mere calming breath, she didn't like having been decieved in such a way. It was also very unsettling that someone had broken the chain of command in what was supposed to be a secret organization. She opened her eyes, that had turned black and her voice grew deeper as the air grew thick with her magic sending tendrils out in the open creasing his skin again as if to gauge both the truth of his words and the levels of his power. She shifted her weight towards him once more and slowly closed her eyes again and when she opened them, again they were yellow. "stay close to me, we shall keep it up that we on official business with the alpha."

She turned and headed deeper into the forest were the pack house stood large and farboding, the once great house was in a state of disrepair the last time she had graced it's long hallways and many rooms. Wolves especially bachelor ones tended to center themselves around pack life and it wasn't until the mating call did they venture outward from the center.

She looked around and with her nostrils flaring almost overwhelmed by the scent of dirt and earth that accompanied many wolf-shifters, but there was perhaps the slight scent of the undead nearby and not the scent of her companion.

Here she thought they would never mix, the vampires and the wolves their magic and heraricah and way of life didn't mix with one another, but perhaps if what she was sensing is true then there might be another hybrid, She pulled herself out of her own thoughts once they reached the door and knocked being ushered to the waiting room. The room was decorated in an arbian theme with low lighting, which was indeer to her sensitive eye sight as well as many of the other shifters. Now they play the waiting game to get the answers they needed. The girl was last seen on the Alpha property and nobody got onto the alpha property without being invited or at least known about.

Dorian noticed that his bike began to stall and looked down at his fuel gauge. The needle was twitching on the near empty line. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he pulled along side the desolate road and let out a slightly irritated sigh. This wasn’t exactly the place he wanted to run out of gas. A vampire in the middle of werewolf country? Even if he didn’t exactly have much loyalty towards his own kind, that didn’t mean he’d fare much better with the werewolves. Usually to them, the only good bloodsucker was a Dead bloodsucker (Okay, he was already technically dead, even more dead then).

Dorian got off his bike and crouched beside it, examining it closely. He knew that he had filled the tank all the way before he left his last stop, which should have gotten him safetly out of the area before any of the wolves could have caught up to him. He narrowed his eyes as he noticed liquid had been dripping from beneath his bike and could smell the strong scent of gasoline in the air. His gas line had been cut. Seems that someone had not wanted him to make it very far out in the country, and he had just been too aloof to notice the smell of gas in the air. He tended to have a problem of paying attention to minor details like that. The corner of his mouth twitched in annoyance and his emerald green eyes flashed a quick crimson as he stood up.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath. He loved that bike. Neither direction of the road seemed like it was going to become occupied any time soon, so Dorian was between a rock and a hard place. He could either wait until someone came along, which was unlikely, seeing how he chose that road specifically because it was untraveled. Or, he could look for a place and try to get a ride out of there, or for a mechanic. Equally as unlikely that anyone here would serve him. He set his hands on the handles of his bike and began pushing it along.

He would be pushing his bike along till he came to a giant house that seemed a bit run down but voices were coming inside. He'd knock and be given entrance, being ushered into the waiting room where she stood with her arms crossed under her large breast, the tight corset forming her form as she blinked and her gazed traveled over the one who had entered the room, while they waited for an audience with the alpha.

She ran her hands through her long red hair as it seemed she had been waiting for a bit and was getting a bit agaited now. Her wolf yellow eyes locked gazes with him, vying secretly for dominance, refusing to look away from him. She cleared her throat finally and spoke up.

"Why were you following me in the woods?

Dorian frowned and tried yanking away from the men ushering him in, but they had a slight advantage over him, just for the moment. His left eyebrow twitched in slight annoyance as he watched the goons sulk off before he turned his attention to the Alpha. He pushed a few strands of hair out of his eyes before cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders back casually, purposefully taking his sweet old time before answering her question.

“Settle down, Ginger,” Dorian cooed in a smooth voice. His voice didn’t exactly match his appearance or his attire, and still had a casual devil-may-care tone to it despite the situation in which he was under. Dorian rose his eyes and locked them with the Alpha’s, his emerald gaze searing into her yellow irises. He held her stare, his own unsatisfied with just dominating and power, but wanting to ravish and consume, never quite satiated, his own lust never ever satisfied.

Dorian broke his gaze and the corner of his mouth turned down, “I wasn’t following you. I was just passing through. Some jackass messed with my bike and I ended up stuck here. I would happily be on my way, if I could get someone to fix my bike.”

She giggled softly covering her face with her hand as she blushed shaking her head. It was endearing that she could be an Alpha. She was probably as strong as any of the lieutenants or perhaps even the Alpha himself, but atlass her fate had taken her away from the pack life and her capture by the human government had changed her into a monster, a hybrid genetically and magically altered. No pack would accept her now.

She sighed and motioned for him to sit on the sofa that was a bit worn with weather and abrain theme in the walls and decor with soft pillows ever where. She narrowed her eyes at him and recrossed her arms standing infront of the large ornate fireplace that gave the room warmth. This pack house belonged to her father the great alpha of the Northern Mountains. The last known location of the missing girl. She rubbed her fathead as stressed giving it a headache.

I'm no alpha in these lands but, I can assure you safe passage and perhaps we shall go into the towns and we can see about getting your bike fixed, they don't take kindly to strangers.

Indeed they barely tolerated her existence and presence here but she was on order from "The OTHERS Councils", therefore they have to trend lightly but she had vying power.

She glanced over at the father of the girl and sighed wondering what he must be feeling right about now, and it also brought home the notion that her own father, hadn't given a second thought to question the government request for the aid of his daughter in some secret facility.

Pain flashed in those yellow iris of hers as the wolf inside her was clawing at her skin to get out, the air in the room was thick with power between them. She pushed off her perch against the fireplace and reached into her pocket pulling out a picture and handed it to their new visitor you haven't seen this girl before have you?

She knew it was a shot in the dark but if she didn't ask and he had seen her in his travels and they were searching amongst the wrong pack then she'd never forgive herself.

Warren leaned against the wall, observing the ornate room they had been in. He sighed as the woman questioned the biker, retreating into his thoughts. He should have been there for her. He was her father for crying out loud.

You were scared!! His conscious screamed at him. Too scared to raise her, you coward. Too afraid.

"It's my fault..." He muttered aloud by mistake, catching the attention of his two new companions. "Sorry..." He said quietly.

These two were different, especially the woman he had called. She was different from anyone I had met, something had been done to her, he wanted to know what. But first, he needed to find out where his daughter was

Sighing softly shaking her head as the man confirmed her suspicions that he'd hadn't seen the girl. She told him to hold on to the picture just in case. Runing the delicate fingers through her hair as she stared at the large ornate door her father was behind locking her out for the good of the pack he had said.

Simplhy shurging it off as she pulled on her leather jacket, walking out into the froyer stairing at the tiles and the lavish hallways, she seemed to be lost in memories, painful ones by the look of pain on her face. She let out an intimidating growl before rushing out the front door in a jog, stoping only after the front door had slammed shut behind the trio. She hunched over breathing a bit hard eyes shut tightly. She fixed herself then standing tall the earlier look of being unfeeling had returned.

"So to town we go, it should be over this hill."