(( I second the motion. =D ))

((Wolf, don't you need to lead the others to the safe haven?))

((Maybell, when I said 'I second the motion' I meant go for it! XD I wanted you to post for the morning. And all the others quit? (=( So we just rule the Rp now?))

((I think I'm going to Rmail all the others and remind them that they are in this rp.))

Silent groaned and dropped to his knees, his fingers linked together. He closed his eyes and everything began running through it as he thought up a plan. Slowly, it came together and his fingers unlinked. he hissed in pain and clutched at his shoulder. It was rock hard. He moved upwards and around his neck and he realized it had spread around his whole neck. The venom simmered silently in his veins. Coward. He hissed at himself. You kill your master in silence and suffer in silence. Yet now you moan from a tiny bit of vampire venom. Walk in silence. Fight in silence. Endure in silence. And you will receive the Silent Song. He scolded himself. He thought about the silent song. A sad and heart chilling tune that was slow and sad, sung deep within his heart and mind. Cyri had already sung the Silent Song.

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Cyri sighed and looked at the sky, a few tuneless notes from the Silent Song playing through her head. "Winter. Fall. Spring. And again." She whispered quietly. 

Watching Lyora try to comb her fingers through her hair made Zephyra wonder what her hair must look like. Most likely tousled, curly and all around gross, I think we should head to the baths after breakfast. At the thought of food, her stomach rumbled unhappily. Glancing again at the door, which seemed to have opened even wider, Zephyra groaned. “Uh, do you remember how to get the kitchen? I have to go do something really quick.” She said in a rush. Still shifting from one foot to the next, Zephyra made herself stop with a mental order. What has gotten into me? "When I'm done I will join you there, but if you finish before I get back ask Lady Dagmar to show you the wash rooms." Knowing that Lyora would be shocked, she elaborated, "Jaguar also complains of a highly sensitive nose." Wrinkling her own to mock Jaguar.

Zephyra watched Lyora walk down the hall. After she turned the corner Zephyra went into the library. As she crept in, she took in the room quickly but saw no Jaguar. The door that she just walked through was in the center of the wall, it was completely empty with no wall hangings or shelves, leaving the maple walls a pure mahogany. Though the other three walls made up for it, they had books from floor to ceiling. There was a ladder to her right that made it possible to reach the books at the top shelves. In the center of the room there was a matching maple table and eight large straight backed chairs. The carpet was a beautiful plush navy. Curling her toes into the thick carpet, Zephyra saw a navy blanket laid over one of the chairs. It looks so soft but I shouldn’t touch it. I have to find Jaguar and ask about Alell. But her feet had other ideas. She stopped in front of the silky looking fabric, her fingers aching to touch it. He’ll know I touched it, I can’t do this. Again, her body took on its own mind. Her fingers feathered over the blanket. It was one of the softest things she ever felt. It feels like Kyrian’s hair…and Jaguar’s. She lurched back from the blanket at the last thought. Turning on her heels, Zephyra went to run out of the room but ran straight into an unyielding chest. With a gasp, she jerked, and stumbled back a few steps. “I was just leaving,” she said. The excuse off her lips before she could stop herself. She watched him stare at her. He looks like he’s going to eat me. Not liking her own thought, Zephyra shifted her feet nervously. “Do I still have to care for Alell?” she asked, praying that her voiced didn’t hold any hope. I don’t want him to take away the only thing I like about this place. 

“I could always have my new pet, Lyora was it, take over that duty. Then you could better take care of me, singing bird.” Jaguar purred.   

Waving her hand dismissively, Zephyra acted strong, while saying, “Lyora and I are going to take a bath after we eat.” With one of her smirks she stated coolly, “After last night, we need one.” Zephyra felt the change of mood instantly, one moment teasing the next flaring temper. His hand came out of nowhere, the slender fingers wrapped around her neck. He didn’t hit her, he didn’t squeeze either. He merely held her there, immobile, showing her who was the real boss. He leaned in close, his nose only an inch away from hers. 

“You will not try that again, Zephyra.” He hissed her name, “Or I will get, because I will find you, and chain you to my bed. You will never leave my side.” He growled, “You are mine!”

 Zephyra had an urge to spit at him, but even though her life wasn’t the best she still appreciated it.  

“Do you hear me, singing bird?” he asked, calm again. 

“Crystal clear, monster,” she stated with venom. Brilliant Zephyra, but it was too late to correct her try at master. But to her shock, Jaguar let her go and doubled over laughing. Her bright blue eyes widened.  

“Singing bird, that was good.” He said between chuckles. “That was closest you’ve come to saying master. Leave me now, before you do anger me.” 

Zephyra didn’t know if she was to take care of the black mare or not but she didn’t want to be in his presence any longer. Never in her life had she seen a vampire laugh! They really can laugh too, she thought as she walked from the room. Jaguar was still chuckling when she fought her instincts, and emotions, to run from the room. Her cheeks were still flushed when she arrived in the kitchen. Lady Dagmar scowled at Zephyra, but that was normal. For some reason the lady actually like Jaguar. Sure he’s a kind vampire but I will never submit to him. Taking a seat by Lyora, Zephyra thanked Lady Dagmar when she set a biscuit in front of her. “Have you eaten one yet? They are delicious,” she said teasingly, knowing that Lady Dagmar didn’t like compliments. Putting jam, made of fresh strawberries from the garden out back, on her biscuit, she took a big bite and nearly moaned in pleasure. After missing yesterday’s meals, it tasted all that much better.