"They're dangerous and troublesome." He gave her an intense look on the word 'troublesome', but there was a soft smile on his lips and his tone hadn't been completely unkind. "Humans would destroy us the same way they destroy their own lands." That smile was now replaced with a light frown. Brow furrowed slightly. "Humans don't like things that they don't understand, and they certainly wouldn't understand any of this." The fingers of one hand lightly played over the pommel of his sword.

Kay blushed a deep red. "I guess I cant argue that, my actions today only proved your point..." Kay felt more than ever like she didnt belong here Certainly not here, no one seems to trust me much, but if not here where? Kay had always had a rocky relationship with her mother, well maybe saying it was rocky was putting it mildly. Kay's mom had frequently tried to have her arrested for auto theft and vandalism of their home. I didnt think carving nasty names in my own bedroom door was vandalism though Kay had been ready to get out of her mothers house. That night she had come back home drunk had just been the excuse she had been waiting for. Her mother had been furious and had finally hit Kay one too many times.I hit her back good though Kay figured her mom probably had a nice shiner from that night, and she was deffinely glad to be out of that place. But now she had no where to go, and no where she felt she belonged.
"Kiryn, I know I am troublesome, and I am sorry for that, I will try to behave. But do you think I can stay in Underhill a bit longer. I.... want to learn more... about this world." Kay hoped it sounded convincing. She wasnt about to tell anyone why she really wanted to stay.

Kiryn sighed softly, leaning back just slightly on the cushion he sat on. Mindful of his wings. His eyes not leaving Kay for a moment, looking into her own as if to find the truth there, or a lie. He was going to regret this, or get in trouble for it. "I have already put it upon myself to take you under my protection and guard. Just as much for the safety of Underhill as well as your own." A small pause and his body tensed just a little. "As long as you behave, and don't leave my sight for an instant you may stay a little longer in Underhill."

"Thank you." She said with a slightly smugg smile. "I'll behave, cross my heart and hope to die." She giggled at the old childhood nursery rhyme. With things in her life settled at least for the moment, Kay leaned back on the pillows and munched contentedly on her chips. A food had never tasted as good as at that moment, when, for the first time, Kay had a chance to do something right in her life. "So, since I am staying for a while, any rules a need to follow. Im sure this place has laws right? I think I should know a few so I can behave. right?" She knew she was being slightly impertenant in asking the question, but she was in such a good mood she couldnt help herself.

After a few moments, Ownah got up off of her haunches, tied up her bag, and took into the air again, her two sets of dragonfly-like wings humming in the air. The air was a wonderful place for her. All sprites could naturally fly, and do so quite well. They flew gracefully, quickly, and with completely superiority and precision over all three dimensions.

She flitted from place to place, trying vainly to search momentarily for a victim, before deigning to fly off and search elsewhere.

After another couple hours of flying, she came across a small, homely house in the middle of the woods.

People lived in houses.

She needed to be around people right now.

So, without hesitation, blue-skinned, fair-faced Ownah flew to one of the windows to see if anyone was at home. If so, she hoped to befriend them.

Ceri watched kirin a moment, watching his speech and actions absently. As always her eyes were intense, as if the rest of the world disappeared for her when she looked at you. He sounded like a guard… would he know of her she wondered? Her, and her family who was known for their dark history and cruel nature… along with Ceri’s soon to be executed coven. Yes… this steely natured man could make things… interesting for her despite there being no connection between her and any crime. There was after all that fire that destroyed her home and the mysterious disappearance of that …woman in her coven the night Ceri left underhill…

Ceri chuckled darkly to herself, her icy blue eyes sliding to the floor. This just got better and better didn’t it? Cute little Kay was drawing quite the group around her. Slowly the elf stood, unwinding from her perch on the couch arm much as a cat would before drawing towards a nearby shelf. She appeared to be studying the objects on them intensely, but that was just her nature…

Lyre had heard the others moving about in the room behind him but he hadn't thought to turn around and greet them. Well it sounded like Kay had found the human food at least. He turned around and silently observed them all interacting with each other. A small smile made its way onto his face when he saw the kitten in Kay's lap, it had been a while since he had seen that particular kitten around. His eyes wandered around for a bit before they landed on a woman he hadn't expected to see again...ever. He blinked, wondering if he was dreaming and then shook it off. He turned his head to look for his top and realized it was nowhere to be found. he turned back quickly to the jar on the shelf,'Don't tell me...' sure enough the last scraps of his top were just melting into the goo. 'I will definitely never understand mother.' Then he turned back around to Ceri, "It's...been a while."

One ear twitched as she heard lyre enter, turning on her heels so her coat twirled around her hips briefly. It was his house…. So she knew she would have to see him soon but it still startled her. She’d forgotten how good he could look without a shirt she thought absently, gaining a bit of her mischievous smirk though there was a touch of regret in it briefly.

As he spoke she chuckled in hr familiar, dark way and shrugged her shoulders a little. “Has…hasn’t it? I’m surprised you remember an old witch like me” Ceri teased softly, her eyes focusing on Lyre with even more intensity then she usually gazed at the world… if that was possible. She knew it would seem she just ran out on his friendship without a word…he had no way to know she had to leave that second or risk the demon that disappearing idiot had released to kill…

Kiryn's gaze had shifted, watching Lyre and the witch now, but still holding his conversation with Kay. She wanted to know if there were rules she needed to follow. A slight look of annoyance had flickered across his face, but not from Kay's questions, from something else. His wings twitched slightly. "...Don't steal, don't murder anyone...don't rip anyone's wings off, don't pull any tails.." He shrugged slightly. "Use common sense.." His purple gaze flickered to her for a moment and then back to the others.

"It'll take more than a few years to make me forget a friends' face." he replied, "Even if that friend left without a word." He moved to the closet again and started digging through for some extra clothes, "You have anywhere to stay?" he asked over his shoulder, words slightly muffled as his upper body was pretty much stuffed into the closet. Finally he pulled out another vest top, this one of a blood red color with a black cross with wings on the back. It was also lined with a line of black. He slipped it on and buttoned two of the middle buttons, leaving the rest unbuttoned. His tone was light, not letting any of the strain he felt inside show/slip out. How many old faces was he going to see today? There was a limit to how long his mental stability could hold after all. And two trips to the human world didn't help at all.

Ceri glanced down as he said the last, not wanting to explain why she had to leave… then he’d just worry. Not to mention she had a feely Kry was not the kind she wanted to show her little… problem to. She wasn’t sure how anyone would react… her family name was not exactly one to earn much love in and off itself…

Shaking her head she looked to the ground, knocking her toe against the floor in thought. “Not unless they rebuilt the family home while I was gone… but I’ll find something I guess…” The elven woman let her gaze return to him, as intense on him as they’d been on Kay earlier. Something wasn’t quite right with him… but she wasn’t sure it was her place to ask anymore… Usually she didn’t gave a damn about politeness and respect, and all that hierarchy crap but Lyre…Lyre was different. He was the one person who treated her with respect … and she returned it accordingly. She wanted to say she was sorry… but Ceri was never good at expression emotion…

Myra slowly opened her eyes, meowed and pawed the back of her head, the bell around her neck tinkling just a small amount when she stood up, paced about before laying back down, shifted to her back, all paws in the air before a small giggle passed from her muzzle, she wanted kay to lightly scratch her stomach. While she laid there she watched the others interact, before leaping to her feet "pet me!!" she demanded giggling shortly afterward, leaping off of the couch, rushing over to Ceri, and rubbing against her legs, purring as loud as she could hoping she'd pick her up and cradle her.

"You're welcome to stay here then, the guests rooms are still where they were before." Lyre said then glanced down to the Myra-kitten, "Looks like she wants you to hold her Ceri." Ceri was still as mysterious as she had ever been but her eyes...they were sharper now. It would be difficult to keep his secret...well a secret, with her around. "Please excuse me for a moment, I forgot to take my medication today." he murmured quietly and then quickly disappeared up the steps he had placed Nyx on, heading straight for his room, and ultimately the bathroom that lay within. He quickly pulled the cupboard in there open and started searching through the many bottles in there for the fast acting one, he could feel his control slipping already. Finally his fingers closed around the small bottle and he popped the top off, shaking out two small bundles wrapped in a tiny leaf. These he quickly unfolded and shook the contents out into a glass of water which he quickly downed. The shaking in his hands finally stopped and he quickly placed everything back the way they had been before before collapsing onto the floor, holding his head in his hands.

Ceri glanced at the cat a moment, the corner of her lip twitching into more of a smirk. She was a cute little fuzz ball wasn’t she? For a moment her eyes narrowed on the cat but there was something soft in them…though as always with Ceri the softness passed quickly…especially when Lyre spoke.

She glanced towards him, nodding as he invited her to stay. It was a kind gesture, and she actually managed a small “Thanks…” but she still watched him closely. There seemed to be a slight shaking in his hands… It seemed she was not the only one that had changed…

As he left she slowly bent down, scooping Myra up and just letting her lay in her arms loosely. For a moment Ceri’s head was bent forward, her hair covering her face in thick raven silk so even myra cradled in her arms would have difficulty seeing. She closed her eyes, the silver strands hanging from her barrette clinking slightly gently. Then, however, she simply glanced upwards, staring towards the bathroom door. “Now what’s he up to I wonder…. Just like I wonder about this little kitty.” Said Ceri in a mischievous tone, laughing and looked to the kitten in question. Gently she tugged one of Myra’s ears.

A soft groan escaped from Lyre's lips and he stood groggily to his feet, making it out of the bathroom and a few steps more before collapsing, again, onto his bed. Maybe if he took a short nap first...his eyes slid shut and he semi-curled up as sleep washed over him. How long had it been since he had gotten a full night's rest?

((eww short post, but it's just because I'm bored and needed something to do, the website my homework's on has some internal problems so I can't do homework))

As time passed a small chink would appear in façade, a sigh escaping Ceri’s lips. It only took a moment before she put Kitten Myra into the pocket of her coat and headed forward. First she checked the bathroom, and finding no one within frowned deeply. She twitched her ears once before deciding to do something she hadn’t in a while…..drop her mental barrier for just a moment so she could borrow the demon’s senses.

For a moment she closed her eyes, letting it drop and the demon’s energy mix with hers….causing the black stone in her belly button ring to turn redish tone… as if a fire was lit inside the black stone. Ceri twitched her nose, her sense of smell strong as the demons so she easily tracked him to the bedroom…

The demon’s energy, however, had been preparing for this…for a moment she let her guard down. It failed to do what it wanted but it had released enough that there would be a show….So the demon sat back and watched through Ceri’s eyes, waiting and laughing to itself.

Ceri, yet not ceri or demoness, walked into the room a bit further then she meant with her eyes vaguely dull like stone and lacking her usual mischief or sharpness. She moved more like an animal then herself, reaching a hand to touch the smooth skin of his shoulder… her instincts storming to various urges… from kissing it to tearing it off…
((yes she termporarily is having urges like a succubus lol))

A shudder passed through Lyre as someone touched his shoulder. Yet he couldn't open his eyes fully, they were too tired, from the medicine or lack of sleep, his clouded mind couldn't tell. "Wh-what...?" he whispered out, barely registering the fact that someone else was in his room with him. His half lidded eyes were foggy, clouded with sleep, and they sought out the person that had half-awakened him, "C-Ceri...? What are you doing...?" He attempted to move into a more comfortable position, or to sit up at least. Instead he ended up flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, the room slowly swaying to a stop. "Stupid...medicine..." He murmured, eyes still on Ceri's form.

Myra quickly sensed the danger, she pushed herself from Ceri's pocket and landed on Lyre's bad, her haunches raising toward the sky, fur bristling on end and ears flat against her skull "Dont come any closer" she hissed, her tail swaying from side to side, just then, her size doubled from a large house cat, to a panther sized animal, the collar expanded with her size, the bell, which seemed so large, was now just as small as ever against her larger form "Dont come any closer!" she growled angrily hoping to stifle her strange, succubus urges, ones that could kill Lyre and leave Myra depressed. Her eyes narrowed with urgency, anger, and surprise "If you hurt him" her voice grew darker "I will tear that pretty little throat of yours.. out" this was a hefty warning, but, her bright eyes were fixated upon her throbbing jugular. Paying careful attention to the blood rushing through her veins, she tilted her head before letting out a loud, and long, junglecat like growl "back. away."

(she's cute.. and yet.. fierce... >_> She loves Ceri and yet.. she loves Lyre considering he took care of her for a few months....:ninja: she wont hurt ceri but she will however *hopefully* bring her back into the right frame of mind)

“You looked ill then disappeared… someone had to check on you…” Ceri replied silkily, her voice even more velvety then usual. Her eyes had a strange fire to them, one no one had ever seen in Ceri’s…Still, everything else seemed normal… even as she perched on his bed and gazed downward a moment. Her eyes were slightly darker then usual, never leaving his even as Myra leaped outwards. Her only reaction was to raise one hand towards her and say softly “hush hush kitty… I missed him is all…”, her fingernails glittering dangerously with sheer magical power. Ceri had not stood against the demon and more for nothing…

“You don’t look good… Kinda helpless… that’s not good” Ceri said softly with a deep chuckle, making a soft clicking sound with her tongue. For a moment she reached forward, her soft pale fingertips touching gently against his forehead before stroking over his cheek almost seductively as a strange hunger grew in the normally vegetarian elf..

Slowly she began to lean forward…only to stop as her eyes seemed to house a small pain. She bit her lip a moment as she struggled with the energy… knowing now what had been done. The demon.. Had laid a trap for her… sneaky sneaky. Ceri half laughed as she struggled for control, still half bent over as if to kiss him or embrace him and her hand against his cheek. She then snapped open her eyes, reaching forward to tap his nose with a finger nail as they returned to their normal and natural soft pink. “Just messing with you” Ceri nearly hissed with a laugh, standing a bit too quickly for it to be the joke she was passing it off as. She then gave them both her usual smile, appearing strong and uncaring as ever… she’d have to have a …discussion.. With that demon…

((Hehe Ceri's not quite so easy to control as the demon thinks XD She just needed something to make her jolt a little xD. Having the urge to cast a spell against myra did it Xd))

Lyre groaned when he felt Ceri's hand on his face, what was she doing...? "S-stop..." he managed out before his eyes slipped shut again. A moment later and they were open again, scrutinizing Ceri's face, "You..." When she got up he decided to let her have the benefit of the doubt and beckoned Myra over to his side. He didn't understand fully what had just happened, but he felt he owed his life to the small cat-girl for some reason. He wrapped his arms weakly around the panther-like animal, burying his face in her fur, "Thank you..." he murmured. Then he turned his face slightly so he could see Ceri again, "It's fine. I don't know...what happened...but at least your fine now..." He closed his eyes again and rested his head lightly in Myra's fur.

((geez my posts feel...short >.>))

Myra quickly snapped back to her usual self, the small kitten that was her unusually, usual form. She Blinked her eyes, giggled and leaped onto Lyre's chest, purring lightly, before running her sandpaper tongue against his silky cheek, she then nervously looked up at Ceri and hopped back into her pocket, unable to stifle a purr which inevitably rose to awareness signifying the depth of her compassion toward the woman.

While in Ceri's pocket she rummaged a bit attempting to get comfortable she meowed as something sharp poked into her, then, a yowl and a whimper, it hurt, pinched then burned as blood began to trickle down her leg. Just as she was about to jump down she realized it was her own claw which had poked against her leg, the blood quickly dried and wound healed itself "I sorry for being so mean" she purred nuzzling against her yet again, it was strange to watch so many emotions running through her, to watch the magic dancing upon her finger tips, the demon had obviously done something to her and she knew it, this just meant that she needed to be on her toes around ceri, thus meaning, a friendship would eventually grow.

But, until then, she curled into a ball, her head lulling against her pocket, nose dipped against her own body. With eye half lidded she yawned. It was hard for her to continue her peaking consciousness but, in th end it failed and she was snoring lightly.

Returning to herself as he spoke of her being fine Ceri playfully made a face. “Stop” She mimicked, “Is my touch really that bad? I’ll keep that in mind next time…” She spoke cheerfully and lightly, as if she’d jokingly hit on him and been rebuffed. She had no intentions of letting him know of either of the two things that it’d made her want to do to him… One… One was just embarrassing and the other.. Well he had enough reasons to hate her and he WAS her only friend… though myra seemed to want to change that…

“You weren’t mean Myra… Just silly. Have a little more faith…” Ceri responded to the cat, patting the kittens head gently. She smiled a moment, slowly looking as if she was coming to a decision. She let her gaze return from her pocket friend to Lyre. She had found him attractive earlier but this decided it… she couldn’t get close to him, or anyone. To bad… seemed the witch who had never had the time or trust for love, or even to make love, in her youth would never have either now….She would just...have to make her heart stone....

Lyre scoffed slightly, "Next time." he muttered, "Of course." He hoped he hadn't actually offended the elven witch, he had been confused and didn't believe either of them were in there right minds. It was a good thing Myra had been there, if not...Lyre quickly banished the thought and cracked his eyes open again. His silver gaze landed on Ceri again, "Are you hungry?" he asked softly, sitting up.

The affects of the medicine were starting to wear off now, his mind slowly clearing as the fog lifted. He blinked his eyes blearily as he waited for an answer. He ran a hand through his hair for a moment, getting the tangles out before letting the hand fall back into his lap. She was hiding something, that much was clear. But so was he. He had no right to accuse others of things he himself was doing. A small sigh escaped his lips once again and he quickly moved to the edge of the bed, placing his feet firmly on the ground before standing up, at least the trembling was gone. He'd have to go stop by the healing fountains later to request more medicine from the mermaids that lived there.

Ceri shrugged as he spoke, her own ice blue eyes staring into his silver ones without flinching or revealing a thing. She didn’t know if he’d been confused or genuinely didn’t like her, and honestly she didn’t care. She could never risk the demon hurting anyone, so she could not let her self love…or so she had decided in her usual quick, antisocial way.

“Of course…you remember what fruits I like?” Ceri responded absently, watching him as he stepped out. He wasn’t trembling anymore… but she had a feeling the problem wasn’t gone… she would have to watch him closely. Oh well, wasn’t much to do but wait for now, she’d get him to tell her eventually or figure it out herself… Deep in these thoughts she did what she always did when in deep thought… she played with her belly button ring.

Lyre nodded slowly then beckoned for Ceri to follow him. He walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, pulling open cupboards and such, looking for...something. Finally he found it and pulled it out. In his hands was a basket of fruit, which he placed onto the table and then smiled at. "I thought I forgot to restock for once." He had kept a constant supply of food that each of his friend's liked, why there was even a whole shelf somewhere in the closet full of Myra's old things, he couldn't bring himself to throw them out. Call him sentimental or whatever, but they helped to keep him grounded sometimes, at any rate they gave him something to do. He sank onto a stool that was in the kitchen and rested his chin in his hand as he stared out the window...was there something there?