OOC: Actually, if you dont mind that is, have Mya be brought to the prison as a new prisoner when Elf is heading back to his cell. Like maybe the guards get rough with her after he bringing her in and he helps her or something like that.

Plainly Marcus stated, "You are to work in the mine today, miss vampire. Men, escort her there please." The remaining guards cautiously put cuffs and chains around her as well and had her walk in front of them towards the mine.
Elf was hammering away at a hot piece of metal. Doing maintainence work on some of the guards armor.

OOC:
Okay, that's alright with me. Do you want her to shift at all, or just stay human?

IC:
Vermona had to grit her teeth as they came forward with the cuffs and chains. They felt abnormally heavy, and she realized they must be enchanted to weaken the bearer. She held still and allowed them to close each restraint, holding Marcus's gaze the entire time. Once they finished, she finally spoke,"My name is Vermona. I'd appreciate it if you remembered that in the future...sir." she bit out between clenched teeth. She turned sharply on her heel and stalked away, forcing the guards to almost run to keep up. She slowed a mite once she was out of sight of Marcus, then she cursed him a few times in the Vampiric Tongue. She subconsciously placed her feet one in front of the other, letting the men guide her to the mine, although she could smell it vaguely. The scent was very elusive, drifting in from one direction, disappearing, then coming from a different way. It made her head spin and her nose wrinkle.

OOC: Just have her stay human for now.

Elf was becoming tired quickly because of not being able to eat. His arms were getting worn out from the repetitive work. After several hours he he came to a stop. A guard behind him whipped in the back once.
"You still have ten more pieces of armor, keep working!" Elf took several breaths and nodded. Getting back up, he pulled another hot sheet of metal from the forge and continued the work.
After another hour he finally finished. Elf stumbled out of the forge and into the open. A guard followed him and uncuffed his shackles. "Go back to your cell now, go!"
Elf slowly made his way back to his cell. After about ten minutes, Elf was walking past the main prison doors when he heard them click...

OOC: Lol whoops... I accidently typed Daidrea... force of habbit.


Elf pushed himself up from his stomach and turned over. Now sitting, he watch as the girl seemed to be at struggle with herself. "What is wrong?" he managed to say.

OOC:
It happens.lol

IC:
Mýa struggled to answer, to let him know of the danger he was in if he got too close...But in doing so, her concentration slipped. She fell forward onto her hands and knees, savage growls vibrating her chest and throat. Then the pain hit. For a werewolf, the monthly change was not pleasant. It was a torture that held no escape. The bones of the human had to splinter and shift, elongating and shortening to that of the wolf. Same for the organs. She screamed and curled in on herself, closing her eyes. It would be complete in only a few minutes...If she could only last that long...Panting harshly from the intense pain, she managed to tear her clothes from her body, salvaging them for the next day. More sickening crunching sounds emanated from her legs as they splintered in half and reformed, now becoming the hindlegs of a wolf. Blue-grey fur was slowly covering her from head to foot, sharp claws bursting from her fingers and toes. Her face was elongating, her mouth filling out with dagger teeth. She couldn't scream anymore, but the animalistic yelps of the wolf were substitute enough. Soon she lay curled up tightly on her side, panting from the transformation. Then she got up and slowly turned her body toward the man, lips peeled back in a threatening snarl. It was an obvious message that she hoped he would understand; Stay away. On the full moon, in their wolf form, werewolves could not be blamed for their actions. Its like they are so drunk they can't even think straight. She'd been doing it long enough that she had a measure of control, but not enough to keep the wolf from attacking if he got too close. The wolf's nose twitched; it scented the blood.

OOC:Whats with the whole dominate thing? Im confused lol.

Elf opened his eyes and saw that she had backed off a little bit. He turned his head towards her again. And looked at her curiously. What was she doing?

OOC:
In a wolf pack, everything is about dominance, who's on top of who. There are the Alphas, the beta (or second-in-command), the others, and the Omega, who is at the very bottom of the pack. Omega's are a strange type of wolf; they are neither dominate or submissive; more like peacemakers. They just...are. This differs from pack to pack. The Alpha of one pack may be dominate, but if it meets an Alpha from another pack that is more dominate, then it will defer to the more dominate wolf. Sometimes, a beta may be more dominate than the Alpha, despite their positions, but that is rare. (I have a friend that knows everything about everything when it comes to wolves. I figured werewolves weren't that different.) What Elf is doing now, staring, Mýa's wolf will translate that into 'I've done something wrong, now I'm in trouble and I'm going to be reprimanded.'.

IC:
The she-wolf's ears slicked back and she backed a step. His gaze was not hostile, but it was intense. What had she done wrong to anger him? She crouched to the ground with her shoulders hunched, expecting him to punish her for however she had offended him.

Elf smiled again slightly and then closed his eyes. Feeling exhausted he dozed off to sleep.


Man this short post streak sucks lol

Mýa felt the man's breathing deepen with sleep. She opened one eye and looked at him, her lips pulling back into a wolfish grin. She felt her mind relaxing into its own rest, and soon she, too, was asleep, occasionally twitching in her sleep.

OOC:
I know what you mean....My next post will be dawn.

Mýa ground her teeth silently. She bit her tongue, then walked on. She looked after Elf as he walked for his cell, reluctantly forcing her feet to move away from him and to the second floor. She found her cell and sat in the corner, curling into a tight ball. She'd lost her one ally and friend here. She wondered if she'd see him again. In this big place, she doubted it.

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Vermona trudged tiredly to her cell. Never in her fifty years of being a vampire had she ever felt fatigue. She did now. And to top it off, her eyes were pitch black, meaning she was desperately thirsty. All day she had been fighting back the urge to bite the guards and other inmates. she was almost at the end of her rope. And she was also worried about Elf. She was just entering her cell when she caught his scent. Fresh. She hesitated. Could she see him now? Could she handle it? Already she could feel venom swelling in her mouth, her fangs sharpening. She decided to only stand outside. She would not put him in danger. She slipped around the wall that separated their cells and leaned against the door frame,"I was worried about you." she rasped. Her voice sounded terrible, even to her own ears. She swallowed, unable to help the hunger that crossed her face. His body heat was so moist and warm...all she had to do was bite his wrist...No, she wouldn't let herself get any closer. Her thirst was borderline on desperation. Her gleaming black eyes nearly glowed with blood lust. She backed away, shaking her head,"I shouldn't be here." she croaked, but her predatory instincts were fighting her, urging her to flash to him and bite....

OOC: I need to sleep...tired.

OOC:
Oh, alright.lol Sleep well.

Before Elf knew it, it was once again already nightfall. His eyes opened slowly. Rubbing them lightly, he looked around. He saw that Mona was still meditating. Trying not to disturb her, he wandered outside of his cell. Even though inmates were supposed to stay in their cells at night, Elf always managed to wander off every now and then. This time he had the intention of making his way over to the forge. It wasnt that difficult to move around in the darkness at night because the moon lamps were so dim. Still, he had to be careful. Slowly he moved along the outer cave wall, trying to avoid the pools of light from the lamp. Then he heard a patrol coming near from the floor above him. Elf froze and remained perfectly still. He saw the guards head lean out over the edge looking around. Luckily he retreated, and the sound of footsteps continued. As quietly as he could, Elf continued to move along the wall.
Finally after much time had reached the forge. Entering the room built into the rock wall, he began feeling around for a container he was looking for. It was difficult at first cause there was no light, but finally he found what he was looking for. Opening it he pulled out a very small key shaped object with runes engraved on it. Reaching behind him he felt for the lock on his collar. After much trial and error he put it into a hole. With a click, the collar released. Elf caught it from falling from his neck. Gently he put it down. Elf could feel slowly that his energy was slowly returning. With what he had he reached around to his back and began to heal the whip marks. He sighed in relief. His back had been tormenting him ever since he had gotten whipped. So just in case he ever needed his powers, he forged a key. It took him six months just to figure out the configuration of the lock. When he figured it out he made it secretly and stored it away. Also he figured that one day he could use it for escape. Yet he would have to deal with all the guards and Kuja. Which would be extremely difficult.Lol finally got a long post.

Vermona stirred in her deep meditation as Elf left the cell, but did not wake.

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Mýa lifted her head from in between her knees and sniffed. She knew that scent. It was Elf. How was his scent up here on the second floor? Maybe it was just an updraft from below that carried his scent with it. Nevertheless, why was he out at this time of night? Since she still had no collar, she could move about as she normally did. Though she stayed where she was in her cell, worry gripping her. Had he been taken out for further punishment? She sniffed at the air again. No, no scent of blood...which was surprising, since he'd been whipped fifty times. She decided to try and find him tomorrow and ask. With that thought in mind, she went back into an uneasy sleep.

Vermona stirred lightly, then opened her eyes. She got up and stretched, then padded out of the cell. She was curious of the prison, and thought that if she knew its layout, perhaps she could find a way out for herself and Elf. She caught the scent of water and decided to follow it. Even if she wasn't human, she had to act human. She quickly came upon the tank and got a cup of water. It held about as much appeal to her as human food, but she forced herself to take a sip. A shiver went down her spine. She made a face, then turned and went about exploring.

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Mýa exited her cell and went to the bottom floor. The first thing she saw was the tank of water. She bolted for it, though she politely let other inmates go ahead of her. She got a cup of water and took a greedy sip. She sighed in relief, but it didn't last long. Her nose wrinkled as she caught the sickly sweet smell again. She made an abrupt turn and narrowed in on the source. A young woman with pale white skin and waist length mohagony hair. Mýa's lips drew back over her teeth slightly, but she restrained the snarl that wanted to rip from her stomach. She padded slowly forward until she strolled beside the vampire, her nose wrinkled at the stench,"Why are you here?" she asked quietly, doing her best to appear like two human women talking. The vampire started, glancing quickly toward her with its gold-amber-crimson eyes. Its nostrils flared as it caught her scent,"I don't need to answer to you, mongrel." hissed the female vamp, baring her teeth.

Vermona relaxed marginally as Elf approached them. Her brow furrowed as she scowled at him,"Yes, we have. And this is what you didn't want to tell before? That you were put in solitary confinement with a werewolf? People get hurt around them, Elf." she hissed, her gold-amber-crimson eyes narrowing. The werewolf snarled, her lips pulling back from her teeth,"What are you to talk, filthy bloodsucker? At least I don't kill people to sate a sick lust for blood." she retorted. Mona growled, a menacing sound in her chest that made Mýa take an involuntary step back,"I didn't ask to be this way. I never wanted to be a monster! If I could rewind time and stop myself from being changed, you'd be damned if you thought I wouldn't. Every day is a living hell for me, mongrel. I dare you to trade places with me; you wouldn't last a week." she snapped. Her hand constricted on the cup in her hand, shattering the stone into dust.

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Mýa was momentarily caught off guard, but she scrambled for a semblance of thought and managed to get it,"My bargain isn't exactly sugar and roses either, leech." she growled softly, but with less venom than before. Vermona closed her eyes, spun on her heel, and walked away. The she-wolf's temper flared and she stepped forward, catching the female vampires forearm as it swung back,"Wait-" was all she managed to get before Mona turned her head to glare at her. Her fangs were distended to a full length of two inches, lips peeled back to reveal them completely,"Let. Me. Go. Now." she snarled. Before, she had honestly looked like a beautiful woman in her early twenties. Now she looked like a dreadful vampire that could tear her head off with ease.

OOC: Ok, this is where the riot could start. Your two charry's get into a fight. Guards come in, other inmates had enough. A brawl happens. As it this goes on, as other guards had just opened the doors to bring in another prisoner... Elf takes this chance to escape while the door is open. Then while the huge riot goes on, your two charries notice that I left and slip out the same door. Then we can start my idea in Sorrowful Exile.

Elf sighed to himself. "Come on you two, knock it off."

OOC:
Sweet.

IC:
Vermona yanked her arm away from the werewolf, her eyes flashing. She turned to leave again, unwilling to fight the Lycan. She'd never been the violent type. But an animalistic snarl behind her made her spin around. Mýa's form was vibrating and blurring until it came back as a huge blue-grey wolf, its withers as tall as her abdomen. The she-wolf sprang forward, teeth bared. Mona thrust her hands forward, catching the wolf in the chest. The force of her blow made the beast fly back and slam back first into a wall. the female vampire stood still as a statue in that position, arms extended in front of her. her ears pricked as she heard the shuffle of dozens of feet, probably soldiers, coming from behind her. With a roar of challenge, the blue-grey wolf leaped forward again and knocked her back, scrabbling its razor sharp claws across her stone hard skin. She reared her head back, fangs growing sharper, then lunged down and bit Mýa on the shoulder. The werewolf yelped and jumped away, limping heavily from the wound.

OOC:
Next post I'll have the real fight start.

The two opponents closed several times, each clash resulting in a wound to one or the other. When they battled, the best way to describe them would be a whirling, screeching, shrieking, snarling mass of fur and flesh. At the end of one clash, the werewolf was sent sailing through the air and collided with the wall hard, cracking stone as she fell down to the ground. She picked herself up and bounded back to the fight, muzzle wrinkled with a fearsome snarl. Another time it was the vampire that flew out of the writhing ball. She hit the corner of a cell entrance with her back. Her spine snapped harshly. She gasped with pain, but it didn't last long. A minute later, her spine snapped back into place and she had flashed back to the fight with her lips drawn back to bare her two inch long fangs.

Vermona barely noticed the riot around her, but she did notice when an immobilizing chain flew toward her, attempting to attach to her collar. She ducked out of the way and it smacked into Mýa's head, knocking the werewolf out cold. It was then that she realized the doors to the prison were open. She darted for it, then stopped dead. She couldn't leave the Lycan, no matter how much she might hate the mangy dog. So she turned and sprinted back for the werewolf, grabbing the oversized canine and throwing it over her shoulder with ease. She flashed out the door then, elation thrilling through her when she caught Elf's scent. She followed his scent to a strange room filled with chests with numbers engraved on them. She fingered her collar, thinking....She laid the werewolf to the side and twisted her collar around. She just managed to tilt it up enough for her to see the number. She searched for the chest with the same number, quickly finding it. She opened it and found a neatly folded cloak with a scroll on top. She grabbed the cloak and quickly put it on, lifting the hood up to her head. The scroll read 'Inmate #245; Vermona'. She tossed it back into the chest, then went to the chest right after hers. It held a thick sword belt, a long hand-and-a-half blade, and two daggers. She took it and belted it around her waist, then grabbed Mýa and bolted out the door and down the hall. She followed Elf's scent to an open doorway that led to outside. She hissed and recoiled as the sun touched her. It wouldn't kill her, but it wasn't exactly comfortable. She leaned out and looked down. It was a long way to the ground. She hesitated, then bunched her muscles and sprang out. She hefted the werewolf into one arm and used the other to grab a ledge. She dropped again for a few yards, then caught herself. She continued this until her feet touched the ground. At once she bolted away from the tower and into open country. She ached to follow Elf's scent further, but knew she couldn't, at least not in the sun.

OOC:
Hmm, interesting.

Id say this is where we end it now. Like she tried to follow Daidrea's scent but lost it. Then Mona and Mya seperate....and then they meet again in SE....years and years later. Sound good?

OOC:
Sweet. Do you want me to actually say that, or just move it now? I can edit if you want me to...

We'll move it now... you can edit if you want I guess. I dont think it matters.

OOC:
Okay, I'll move it. I'll just keep the post as it is; its fine.