(( You can escape now I guess and find Lyora and the others. ))

Cyri gritted her teeth. "Yes. I'm his sister. I also know that, when angry, the venom of a vampire spreads. As if on cue, part of her body turned a vampire white. She took a deep breath and calmed herself. 'Silent might look calm cool and collected, but inside he burns with a deep anger..." Cyri whispered. Cyri placed a hand on Kyrian's shoulder. Truth be told, she had a huge thing for him. But it wasn't puppy love. It was real.

Trinity felt her heart hammering in her chest as she ran. She couldn’t see anything very well; her night vision was terrible. She was trying to get away from her master’s house that had been her prison for so long. She felt ever grateful for Silent, who was keeping the vampire at bay. Hopefully he makes it she thought. It wouldn’t be fair otherwise.

The gr*censored* felt soft and cold under her bare feet. With a sudden jolt she realized that her master had no control of her out here if he didn’t find her. Still she ran, enjoying the feeling of no vampire telling her to stop or to ‘come here so I can show you off to this friend of mine’… If this is freedom, I never want to live without it she thought. This feeling was one she had never known before.

It was then that Trinity heard the crackling of twigs, the whispering of voices… She stopped abruptly. Hopefully not vampires she thought fearfully. All thoughts of freedom were washed away, and she was snapped out of her trance as if someone had doused her with a cold bucket of water. She drew closer and stepped quietly.

 “…He’s the same Silent. Nothing changes but his physical being.” Trinity heard a kind-sounding voice say. There must be others here too she decided. Taking a chance, she stepped out of the shadows and into moonlight ((I’m *censored*uming it’s night xD)).

“Hello,” she said slowly and cautiously.

Kyrian felt Cyri’s hand on his shoulder and relaxed. He knew it was her, the instant she touched him. She’s as silent as night, but has this energy that calls to me. Suddenly realizing how ignorant he had been, careless enough to throw his arms around his sister and leave his back vulnerable to a predator, Kyrian was grateful that Cyri had come. She was an amazing warrior, and protector. Nodding to the girl, Kyrian felt his heart lighten. “I am her brother.” He stated quietly, “I owe you much for staying with Zephyra.” As Cyri and the other girl talked about Silent, Kyrian placed the back of his hand on Zephyra’s forehead. It was slightly damp and a little more than warm. When his scarlet wolf growled low and deep, Kyrian looked up. A pale, white girl with ebony hair stepped out into what little light there was.

“Hello.” She said in a sweet as honey voice.

Trinity was rather exausted, that was true, but she knew that she wasn't so tired that she couldn't walk. "I'm not so tired I cannot walk. Thank you, anyway, though," she said. When she had been enslaved to her Master (strange, she wasn't used to thinking about being a slave in the past tense) she had been made to do many tiring c*censored*s, even if she had been sick. She knew that she had strength enough for this. Anyways, she didn't want people to start thinking that she was not strong.

Kyrian kept his pale, blue eyes to Trinity. They shimmered like two silver opals in the moonlight. He was pleased to hear that she wouldn’t whine or pout over a walk, no matter how far she’s come. When Cyri placed a hand on Zephyra’s forehead, Kyrian felt his breath still. His heart nearly stopped when she spoke the solemn words, “Get her back to the cottage. She needs attention. Now.” No, no, no, no! I just got her back! Zephyra, don’t leave me now. Kyrian jolted when he felt the electric brush of Cyri’s lips on his cheek. His fair, white skin flushed a red, which didn’t happen often. Kyrian prized himself at hiding his emotions, but Cyri seemed to bring them out. And Zephyra, he thought. As Cyri spoke, Kyrian became more and more proud of her. He admired her intelligence, fire, and loyalty. As she spoke, Kyrian stepped closer his hand itching to touch her. Instead he sighed softly, turned toward the black mare, leapt on behind Zephyra, cradled her close, and kicked the mare into a gallop. Please be alright.

((Should Jaguar post again?))

(( yes please. ))

Cyri watched them go, gazing slightly longingly at Kyrian's back. Then she side and rubbed her temples. He turned at glared at the girl. "Swear it." She hissed. 

"S-sorry," Trinity said, surprised. She eyed Cyri's arm, a bit scared. She felt suddenly that Cyri was not somebody to get on your bad side. Still.... she thought. She bit her lip. She would keep her thoughts to herself, for now. Already making enemies with people who should be my friends, she thought mournfully. She had a bad habit of accidentally saying the wrong things in the wrong way and at the wrong time. Just like with her vampire master. He would do or say something unfair, and before she could stop herself, she would speak her feelings. And of course she would have to pay for it.

"Sorry," she repeated again, more meekly and sincerely. She understood Cyri. Trinity new that she was the new one around here, and that the people here had a reason to not trust her yet. Not yet, she told herself.

Cyri took a few steps back and she turned her head towards the place that led back to where Silent and Jaguar were facing off. A pained look crossed her face. Quietly, she raised her head t the moon, closed her eyes, ad she hummed. It was the most saddest, most beautiful sound you could ever hear. But oddly, the tune sounded strange. Only the ones who are silent can sing it. Because only the silent can sing a silent song.

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Silent's head jerked upwards and he gazed at the moon. He could hear the tunes playing in his head, in Cyri's voice. He clenched his hand and his nails dug into his palms. Blood dripped from his clenched hands. She was calling to him. She was singing the silent song. The song that only they could sing. 

Trinity froze. She listened to the melody. It seemed almost as though she could see the notes and feel them. It was haunting...Sad... And something esle she couldn't put her finger on exactely, but did not bother to try and find out what that was. She dared not say anything or move. No. It felt if she did so, then the feeling and song would shatter, and it would all be over. Without realizing it, tears came to her eyes. It was so sad. She wasn't necesarrily sad... But she felt.... She couldn't find out what she felt at the moment.  

Slowly, Cyri lowered her head, the song fading from her lips in a single note. It hung in the air, as if suspended by the very light of the moon. Then slowly faded away. Cyri let out a sigh and she staggered slightly. She leaned heavily against a tree, breathing hard.

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Silent listened as the tune faded. He staggered and he leaned against a building door frame near him, breathing hard, staring at Jaguar through half open eyes. Sweat beaded his forehead.

Jaguar regarded Silent coolly. Watching him like a hawk on prey. Seeing the beads of sweat gather on Silent’s brow, Jaguar wondered what was happening. His body became hypersensitive as he looked for danger. Jaguar’s pupils dilated to bring in as much light as possible, bringing out every detail in his surroundings. A soft sound whispered through the air to fill his ears. Scenting the air he found no hidden predator. As the hum grew Jaguar became agitated. It had a heartbreaking melody that unnerved him. It’s hard to keep the monster front up when the song brought tears to his eyes, but he kept them at bay. Never would he show weakness to another. When the humming finally left him, Jaguar growled, “What was that?” To some self-satisfaction Jaguar saw that Silent needed to lean against the wall, while he still had strength to stand.