Abadon kept pace, flipping one or two times to avoid crashing head on into fallen trees before landing back itno his flit, "You can fight and you have an interesting personallity, anything rmoe someone needs to be liked by something like me?" Abadon always cl*censored*ed himself as 'something' he didn't view himself as 'someone' he lost his humanity in the first century of his life, he found surviving easier without it so he abandoned it along with his home.

He continued to run, punching a hole in an old tree as he apsed it, he did this to a few on his journey, as a way of arking his travels, this way he knew his way about. "So is there anyone else in this castle? and if there is will I find it easy enough to either not get in a fight with them or just ignore them?"

Abadon chuckled slightly, sensing the sarcasm in the Old Blood's tone but still seeing the temptation, was always one for judging the competition, and meeting these ones may prove to be useful, as he may find mroe like Rene. He winced in pain, looking down at his forearm which had yet again began to drop blood as it had opened up, he frowned, he hated doing a heal so fast but he had to to stop it going ceptic, he worked up a mouth-full of spit and let it leak itno the wound, sealing it ocmpletely leaving a dark coloured scar, being careful as to not allow Rene to see what he was doing, he examined the jacket before turning to her.

"You owe me a new jacket by the way." Abadon had realised that it would be wiser waiting for morning to come, as he knew the majority of people in the castle would be asleep or otherwise pre-occupied at this time.

He jumped up on a leddge on the castle, burying himself as far ina s he could get into one of the corners, getting comfortable away from sight and allowing himself to doze off, familiarizing himself completely with the scent of Rene first just in case.

Abadon awoke as his keen ears heard Rene moving about, he remained staionary for a few moments while Rene jumped down for his eyes to adjust before following in suit, his jump being more of a fall, saving himself from the ground at the last minute.

Abadon followed the scent of Rene, sniffing the air, walking through the castle door, hopping to a halt as he saw all the vampires and lycans that were already in there, he bowed slightly, sarcastically of course, he seemed to make a pantomine  of the events that have happened so far, "Pleased to make the aquaintance of your friend."

Sumnor stood, already beginning to care about the rest that were in the group, knowing that they could most likely  fend for themselves, "Who are you and what do you want here?" "What? So I need a reason to walk into a castle nowadays?" "Yeah you do, especially when it belongs to a father and son of the Old Bloods."  Xaphan slightly supressed a chortle, "Yeah, I'm really not bothered Mon Frere." "Maybe I should just throw you out by force then."

Abadon snarled, he had noted the Old Blood in black clothing when he had walked through the doors, noting him of as a human, not being able to place his scent, but now he had stood he was looking forward to the oncoming fight, he leapt at Sumnor, a snarl building on his throat.

Sumnor flitted two steps to the side, throwing a heavy punch to his right hand side, where of course it made contact on the jaw of the oncoming Abadon, "Don't stand up unless you either want to explain yourself, leave... or die" Dryac was stood with Niele, the two were still trying to come up with a way to tell Sumnore,they were thinking of letting him know after her had let off some steam on this unlucky vampire, "He's tellin' the truth dude, he won't think twice about decapitating you."

Abadon stood, sliding his jaw back into joint and smiling, "Oh yeah? You really think that? Well i guess I'm gonna have to prove ya wrong about that."  Abadon flitted, throwing a punch itno Sumnor, not knocking him down but dazing him for just less than a second, the two immediately went into flit fighting, dasheing about the great hall like a pair of headless chickens.

Xaphan nodded to Xyen, before flitting straight into the two vampries, barging just enough of a bap to grab the new vampire in a full Nelson and rag him away from his son, kicking him hard in teh shin just hard enough to make the leg go numb, Abadon crumpling to the floor.

Sumnor snarled, his eyes glowing, he had been forced to let go of his anamosity whilst in the fight, therefore his eyes were glowing with the rage of a thousand Old Bloods, he flitted over to Abadon, accidentally knocking his father down, he grabbed Abadon by the collar of his shirt and raised a fist,r eady to send a hard punch into the throat of the vampire.

Dryac wasn't particularly worried, he had seen Sumnor kill people in much more vicious ways, ways that would kill a human stone dead at just the sight of the barbaric act, this vampire seemed nothing special, apart from the fact that he had managed to hurt Rene which was a major deal aparrently, he looked over at Niele, "Quick, while he's not lookin'." He kissed her, aprolonged kiss which seemed to go too fast for the pair of them, Niele smilling when the kiss ended, "Those kisses are by far the best parts of my day."

Sumnor allowed his friend's words to calm him, lowering his fist, his eyes turning back to their normal red colour, which was odd for even vampries such as these, but in this group there were at least two with red eyes.

Sumnor patted Xyen on the wrist, "Thank you, but may I ask... Why on Earth did you stop me from breaking his neck bones? It isn't as if the world will be any worse off for his death, in fact it may be the other way around." He stretched, his back clicking in several places, specks of Abadon's blood on his black jacket which he wiped off, making his appearance immacualte once again.

Dryac walked over, placing a hand on his shoulder, whispering into his ear, not wanting everyone to know the news he was about to break straight away,  "Sumnor my friend, i don't know how to say this gently, so I won't, I'll just tell it as straight as possible, I and your daughter have... fallen for eachother." Sumnor frowned for a moment but eventuallysmiled, turning and hugging his friend, "It's brilliant news, I would have never wished for a better suiter for my daughter."

Abadon spat a mouthful of blood that had been caused by one of the punches thrown by Sumnor, "I'm Abadon... and I haven't a clue what I'm doing here, so that aint gonna get explained any time soon."

Sumnor snarled before turning abck to Dryac and patting him on both shoulders, "You have my total and utter consent to you having a relationship with my daughter." "That's good old friend, 'cause of course you know I'm stubborn and Niele can be, so we'd of made a go of it either way." "I know, and that's what makes it so I consent, you'll do anything in your power for her, and that is all i can ask, that you protect my daughter and earn the love I have no doubt that she feels for you."

Dryac smiled, turning away from his friend and walking over to niele, putting an arm around her and holding her close, happy to at long alst be absolved of the feeligns of guilt that were building up inside him, "You see? now I know that made you feel better." "What? Have I signed myself away to another psychic? 'Cause I've had Sumnor trying to do psych analysis on me for millium, and he aint managed to yet." "No, I am not psychic, I can just see it on your features, in your eyes, across your brow, on your lips."  She then kissed him, letting him know that she loved him and she wasn't going to leave.

Abadon stood, dusting himself off, looking at the tears in his jacket which had now grown worse,  some caused by Rene and some caused by Sumnor, "I just go from palce to place, have all my life, I settled here cos it seemed quiet, which at the time was all I needed, but seeing Rene fight, it inspired me to attempt to make friends... although what just happened with taht guy wasn't the best option."

Xaphan tottered over and placed a hand on the shoulder of Abadon, "You're welcome to stay in my castle as long as you do not pick fights with my relatives or friends, and everyone here is happily considered as such by me, even Reiyn over there. He doesn't like to know it I don't think but I view him as a friend of mine." Xaphan nodded over at Reiyn with a slight chuckle.

Abadon stretched, nodding at Xaphan, he could tell that this Old Blood radiated power and energy, that he has slain a good few enemies of high standing in the past, that he was one for wielding a blade with great ease, "Thank you Xaphan, I look forward to being able to earn th right of being cl*censored*ed as your friend."

Sumnor, content at long alst, walked over to his father and the new member of their merry band of vampries and lycans, "If you can fight like that whenever you want to, then you're a welcome addition to our group, I may call on you somet iems to help me teach the odd vamprie to flit fight."

Dryac and Niele smiled at the group, looking around, Dryac was happy to be with niele and vice versa, but niele had a question on her mind and she couldn't help herself, "So are we moving on today or what?"

Reiyn ignored everyone, even has his name was mentioned; Xyen laughing. Placing a hand on the back of his neck, the Lycan smiled around at them all, his eyes eventually coming to focus on Niele.

Blinking, he looked back over at Sumnor, then returned his gaze to the female. "You should ask your father, seeing as he was the one wanting to come visit his home town." Xyen chuckled. "Though myself, Reiyn and Rene will probably move on again eventually."

Reiyn opened an eye, then stood up. "I'll be back later." Without waiting, he walked past the others, outside the great, wooden doors, before flitting. Xyen mumbling something about him never changing. Reiyn was getting tired of them. Besides... He had what he needed, staying there any longer would have been pointless.

After a good half an hour, he stopped, coming to stand on an outcropping of rock, miles and miles away from Xaphans castle. In front of him stood a woman, stunning, and incredibly dark.

"It's about time. I'd almost thought you'd gotten lost or found out."

"Don't underestimate me."

She smiled. "You'd better hurry, the Lord is waiting for your report on Sumnor and friends."

Name: Feala Zhane

Age: She's human, being kept alive by the Shadow Lord she summoned.

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Ability:Necromancer, camn raise the dead to do her bidding. Sold her soul in order to revive the shadow lord. Her form has changed thanks to her dabbling in black magic.