((guys, only a few people know what the immortals are... *points to beggining into...* thats how the humans are finding out, from the small diary entry from Harrison, its not a person giving them away its the slip of paper that the humans will find soon :)  ))

Morana nodded in acknowledgement as the immortals faded from view.  She herself looked down at the music Aki wrote... she used to love the arts before... before her accident.  She tried to smile but couldnt find it in herself to do so.  She relaxed, cross legged on the stone floor and read the work, humming along in a faint tone.  She closed her eyes, envisioning her past... everything laid out in front of her.  The music painting a picture in her mind.  When she reopened them she gripped the work in her hands, and placed in gently in her bed chamber... where something caught her eye... a blank piece of parchment.  She pulled it towards her, and spotted her old paint set.  With a slight snicker, she pulled one of her own feathers out from under her pillow... from over 1000 moons ago.  She tucked the parchment, paints and feather in her hands, and then proceded back to the main foyer.  She came to the stone, and pinned the parchment to the wall with a small nail.  The paints lay in front of her and she dabbed her feather in the black... making graceful movements with her arm, a beautiful scene laying out before her... the pictures looked as if they were real, from the eyes to the fur to the feathers... as if you could reach in and pull the subjects out.  She focused on Adelainne, her human form... her hair flowing over her shoulders, her eyes in the familiar challenging manner... in her shadows fell a chimera, lovely and strong... unafraid and shifty...but wise.  She moved on the Aki, she drew her gripping a sheet of music in one hand, her other over her heart.  Her one eye had an eyebrow raised, giving a smart and bold look...her shadow was a graceful peagasus, its wings spread wide... Yukita stood on the end, she was smiling broadly, her eyes closed...always had been a dreamer.  Her shadow held a gargoyle, as still as the night itself. 

Morana looked at her work, it was though her companions stood before her on the parchment, their forms shadows behind them... she left herself out, not being able to bring herself to draw.  She colored the life like drawings in vivid detail, capturing their eye and skin colors perfectly...their clothes flowing beautifully.  Morana ceased her painting and took back a few steps... perfect...jsut like herself.  Paint dabbed her garments and left cheek.

Drake swallowed, "I dont know... but I want to find out." he replied.

 Ebony walked back into the first room. 'I didn't find anything else." She said. "Did you call the police yet?" She asked.

 Isis paced back and forth trying to figure out what might have happened. She walked back over to the dead man on the floor and reached inside his pocket. She pulled otu a wallet and opened it looking for any sign of who this guy was. "His name is Jason." She said.

((its not found by anyone yet.  Besides a few exceptions... but it will be found by the actual humans in the rp such as ebony, isis, drake, and the others.

feyth, no im sorry.  No organization.))

Drake looked over her shoulder, "Dont get your fingerprints on the evidence." he warned, "the police are on their way.

-fail-

 Isis ignored Drake and continue to pull things out of his pockets until she found something interesting. "Hey, look at this." She said slidding a piece of paper over to Drake's and Ebony's feet. She stood up and walked over to them as Ebony picked up the paper.

 Ebony looked over the paper a few times trying to find out what her sister thought was so interesting about it. "So? It is just a peice of paper with someones phone number on it." She said.

 Isis narrowed her eyes. "Maybe it is a family member or someone that knows something about his cruel death." Isis said.

((feyth, then what will you do with it? 

dragon, that is fine ^^ thanks for telling me.

emem, what ever you want to do))

Drake shrugged and stared down at the paper, "Perhaps... should we try dialing it?" he questioned, already pulling out his phone.

Morana stood and stared long and hard at her painting...so lifelike...so perfect...just like her...  she swallowed and shot out of the den, taking little but the bl
ink of an eye to transform into a hideous beast of the night and soaring across the black water, her talon skimming the surface.  Her wings glided her silently through the alley and she landed atop a high column in the court, gazing at the near dead streets below.

"I knew it!" Rel said. "I knew I saw a griffen." the body of his friend lay dead in front of him. Something, something deadly had done it. He wasn't sure what, but the griffen that he swore he saw was the last thing on his mind as he stared at the body. Griffens were kind creatures, creatures of light, just like the other legends he had read, this was no different...

((I don't know. I*ll fix it up a little, though I think it should be alowed, considering they are both dead now anyway.))

((well the idea of the rp was already morphed... the immortals were supposed to kill for sport, not for blood...but I allowed that...  and no one is supposed to know about them... morana only slaughters those who know something, and she is trying to figure out HOW they are finding things out... it was because of Harrison's diary entry *was posted in plot summary* and the humans in the rp will discover it soon... its not an organization who knows...

oh and before i post, feyth, do you mean the man that your charry killed?  or the one that morana killed where ebony, isis, and drake are?))

((lol they wont when they might beable to save someone lol))

Dante walked swiftly through the mostly empty streets, the majority of people in their homes asleep. Is it just me or is the population of homeless people going down? He thought to himself, though not really staying on that topic. Suddenly a shadow flew across the ground, but when he looked up nothing was there. "Just a bird I guess." He whispered to himself not really sure of his words.

Yukita had begun to circle her prey, her eyes glinting in the moonlight. With her brother's quick pace, they had made it to the theatre. She watched as Dante turned into one of the alley ways, a little confused at his move. Does he know about me. Immpossible, I am still thinking like a human. I must break that habbit. She landed in the shadows, morphing into her human form. Silently she stepped into the alley where her brother stood, unaware of the slightly open window. "Well, what a fancy meeting you here. She thought you might come back here." She smiled softly, hiding any of her real intent from her voice..

"oh it's just you. You startled me." Dante sighed, looking down towards the ground. Her voice is familiar, I wonder where I've heard it before. Thats when he saw it, the Ying Yang anklet. "Where did you get that?" He asked, suspicion filling his voice.