This type of green was the type that reflected near the water. It was shining incredibly bright, the green was hidden as a small dot whilst it was surrounded by dull red rings.Was he a Werewolf too?He had dark blonde locks which were curly and running down to his face. His symmetrically carved face with gracefully crude edges. Like a rugged aristocrat? His green-red eyes stared down at Elizabeth whilst his bronze-like colored lips hooked up a bit.He was wearing a jacket, a mask, a glove, trousers, white stockings, flat-soled shoes, a body cord, and a weapon with which she reckoned he used to bout. He also wore a mask cord and a lamé made of conductive material, which was worn over the jacket.Like a disease heart might very well have stopped if only for a second because her voice squeezed in her throat and core began to simmer lightly again. Against her will she squeezed her thighs together and tightened her cunt.Why did she do that? She was startled by that behavior.The lean sil
"Lady Constance, I don't think that will be really appropriate." Elizabeth was quick to reply.It was not just because she was afraid of Lady Constance, since she had been trained and honed in fencing by the Headmaster of the Junior Investigator Podium, but she had never spared with a WarWolf before.She remembered when the Headmaster had begun her training, she was lucky to have been picked by the Headmaster amongst other Commoner children with dreams of becoming an Investigator and trained by him.When the Headmaster had first begun her fencing training she had been sloppy and without a single knowledge of fencing besides that she needed to make sure the lithe fencing foil did not hit her body.It was slow but she did learn, and up to date the Headmaster had been the only Alpha Wolf she had fenced with.She was not assured of her Victory against Lady Constance. Matter of fact she was afraid the Lady might even try something nefarious during the fencing, seeing as she did not like El
Elizabeth was shocked by Lady Constance's actions. She was seriously working to hurt Elizabeth.Starting with the ruthless shoulder tackle from her, and the whipping of her blade to her body. There was nothing about this that was close to fencing.Trying to fend off Lady Constance, she could only afford to be totally passive against the aggressive Lady who wanted to attack quickly. It was difficult and made Elizabeth's heart pound restlessly as she defended without being able to initiate her own attack. She kept moving, both forward and backward, and tried to force Lady Constance to adjust while trying not to get too close. Her face was scrunched up into dismay and stains of exhaustion as she took slight shots at Lady Constance's hand and short lunge attacks to the arm, which was with the aim to keep herself from settling too much into a comfort zone but also with the aim of putting herself at minimal risk from Lady Constance's ruthlessness. The small beats on her opponent's bl
"What is this new lead you were speaking of?" Elizabeth asked, making her way down from the carriage.The place they had dropped was filled with muddy houses, and peasants everywhere. Elizabeth, who was used to such sights, was not particularly responsive to it but she was curious as to why they were here."And why are we here?" Elizabeth asked, looking around.Oliviér who had dropped down from the carriage had a look of slight indignation on his face."The Duke received word of an attack from the Butcher. According to analysis it must have been down a few minutes before Bleach attacked the Rousseau Villa." Oliviér looked towards Elizabeth.With a sigh he added. "Come," He gestured at Elizabeth.Elizabeth looked surprised. "Hm?" She could only hum.Oliviér sighed again, his expression changing into one of dullness as he spoke again. "Come here, little assistant." Elizabeth did all she could not to express her exasperation on her face as she took light steps towards him, clearly a lit
Elizabeth was stunned by the scene, but she also took pace and began running after the stranger behind Oliviér.The scene was quite pathetic as the strange boy was easily caught from the back of his neck by Oliviér who had a resting expression on his face."My commoners these days are quite audacious, forcing a noble man to run after you….. I should snap your neck right now." Oliviér said, the boy gasped upon seeing a small shine of viciousness in his golden-red eyes.The boy was very young. Much younger than even Elizabeth, perhaps ranging upon the age of an adolescent. His skin was caked with dirt and all sorts of nonentities colored black or brown, almost making his face unrecognizable.Of course even though the boy was trembling in the grasp of Oliviér for fear of his life, Oliviér didn't have plans of killing him…. Yet.The sound of heavy breathing from behind him made Oliviér sigh. Elizabeth, who had finally caught up, was clutching her knees, and prostrating in a bent motion wh
"Is that right?" Oliviér said, something unexplainable flashing in his strange eyes.As those eyes descended on the boy, staring solely at him, the boy felt like life had been sucked out of his body. The eyes were strange, but also had a foreboding sense of something nefarious.He felt as if left only with this man he would be roasted and eaten for a meal. He didn't know if it was his fears but he could nearly picture it, the image of a menacing fur covered beast hovering over the black haired man, lowering himself to match the movements of the black haired man.The boy's heart squeezed. But at the same time he felt somewhat relaxed about the fact that the girl was also around….. Somehow the girl seemed more sane than this man.The man crouched down before the boy, his black hair was tousled onto the top of his eye from running after the boy. He smiled, a smile the boy could only imagine was meant to be sweet yet was clouded with a mist of wickedness and bloodlust.The boy's eyes dart
They were led to quite the sightly Manor. Although it was easy to take note that it was not nearly as big as Duke Constantine Rousseau's Villa, it was still all too glamorous for Elizabeth.There were rolls of flowers that led up to the large, black gate of the house.Two men stood in front of the mansion. Elizabeth's stream blue eyes eyed the sigil printed on the chest of the armor. A red shark fighting for dominance with white one.These men were odd. They were aloof, and menacing, but Elizabeth could still tell that they were not Werewolves perhaps just highly trained individuals."Come, Please." Said Oliver already walking towards the Manor.The men descended their eyes down on Oliver in front of them. "37. Welcome back, the butler seeks your presence." The man with black pupils said to Oliver.Had it not been for spending too much time with high ranking Werewolves Elizabeth would have shuddered.Oliver nodded. "Come, Sir and Madam." "Wait…. Who do you have with you?" The guard w
“And here we are, the second parlor,” Butler Clement said before stepping to the side.Oliviér didn't have any impression of the luxurious Manor but Elizabeth was engrossed by the impressive wooden door with a brass, shark shaped knocker. The butler opened the door with a small bow. The sight that greeted both Oliviér and Elizabeth was a kneeling girl.The girl was nearly as young as Oliver. What was actually surprising was that she was not as malnourished and dirty as Oliver. She had light skin for one, and looked to be dressed in a nice pair of clothes.Elizabeth believed she was something like a handmaiden? Though she was the prettiest handmaiden Elizat had ever seen, granted Elizabeth had not met many handmaidens.The girl was kneeling to a lady. The lady was lean. It was not an exaggeration, for Elizabeth could see the drastic dip in her collar bone. The lady was clad in a smothering red ankle length red dress that enunciated her lean stature.The lady had curly red hair that em
009 was making his way to the bedroom, as he hit the blocked door the elderly man and the young female jolted in shock.Jaime sighed, his eyes looking down at the book in front of him. "The butler has failed to exterminate the enemy."Lady Constance turned to him with sharp eyes. "What shall we d—"The door was torn off it's hinges and slammed on the ground.Emerging from the counter, Jaime's eyes swirled a myriad of different colors. They bore holes into the Shadow that had entered the room as if daring it to attack again. Before 009 could register what was happening a chair flew towards him, to which 009 responded with a snarl and then it dispersed, and then re-materializing in duplicates of itself.Lady Constance immediately reacted by defending herself against a small group of duplicates that sprung an attack with hellbent conviction on eradicating her. She had grabbed the fireplace poker stick and was using it to diligently deflect all the blades that were seeking to impale him
Long ago, centuries before even the Civil war in Hara existed a beast. This beast was born from an ancient deity who had long passed and an extremely powerful demon.It scoured the lands and massacred many and those Werewolves and Sacred creatures dared to attack it would send them into a trance called Hunt. In this trance he had the upper hand as his victims would be literally in his home ground.The beast though was slain by an angry mysterious hunter whose most beloved apprentice The beast had killed. The mysterious hunter till this day its head hung as a collectable artifact for the Church of Earth Mother.A person with a slender tail trailing behind his legs stalked through a long hall. You could hear the thudding noises it made as it stalked through the hall, and slight hisses.The Shadows could certainly hear it. The lead Shadow spoke. "Scatter, I don't have time for this child games,"The right hand Shadow– 009 would have wide eyes if he had them at the lead Shadow's order. "S
Back at the Rousseau Villa a white haired butler did his work efficiently.Wiping a glass cup in his hand he had a clear expression on his face as he focused immensely on his task. The cold wind chilled against his back and the eerie sound of the moving wind filled the room."I hear snakes have very sharp senses that they can basically taste air." A solemn voice said. "You will die."You will die. Those words were anything but new to the white haired butler. Having lived a secluded life, he was used to those words. An abomination to Earth Mother and everything her church stood for, he had found himself living a life that was away from others because he knew for his kind of person only death would await him if anyone was to discover his identity.The butler smiled. Oh did he hate sneaky rodents.He was accustomed to being cast to die, hell even the universe wanted him dead. Since a little age the universe itself wanted to murder him, after all being an abomination was a sin against th
Alistair was just about to stand up and bounce but upon seeing the small smile in the man's lips he halted himself from trying this.He asked. "What are you investigating?"The man's smile widened. "Firstly I am Oliviér Fóix, secondly do you know a man by the name Mallory Buford?""Mallory Buford?" Alistair's mouth was suddenly feeling dry.Oliviér placed his arm upon the counter, his expression unable to tell much of his thoughts."Why are you investigating Mallory Buford? Is he dead?" Alistair asked, shuffling uncomfortably in his seating position.Oliviér jolted an eyebrow. "Why? Do you wish him to be?"Alistair's eyes popped for a moment before he shook his head, doing his best for his eyes to not meet the golden-red eyes of this strange man."Of course not," Alistair quickly replied.Oliviér's eyebrows came back down. "That is a good thing, it is also good that you know Mallory Buford."Alistair looked like he had choked on his own saliva when he heard those words. He breathed th
The youthful man touched her light olive hand with tenderness and another one gripped her chin softly. "Mhm," she moaned quietly as a warm electric shock speared through her body at the contact. Vanilla and Strawberry mix attacked her senses, lowering all sense of fear and further turning her logical side into putty.She swallowed, darting her eyes from Nicolás to Sebastién in fear and anxiety. But the excited Nicolas did not take notice of that as he smiled happily at her."Let's dance Lizzy!"Elizabeth on the other hand was feeling stiff from having his hand on her chin. She hoped she once again was not red but she had a feeling she was."Lizzy?" The man said, his voice hoarse giving off the feeling of the crispness from a delicious meal.His expression gave off one of confusion, but any innocence that was present in his confused look was neutered by the dangerous humor in his green-red eyes.Her skin had run hot again while she tried to preserve her dignity by calling him to order
Sebastién looked at her. She continued. "Is that not the man in this sketch?" Elizabeth asked, opening the sketch to Sebastién."Is that not Edwin Hoover?" She looked towards the man staring at the young girl in fear.Sebastién glanced at the old man. Squinting his eyes from the sketch to the old man. "There is a striking resemblance." Sebastién said.Elizabeth nodded. "Yes there is," Elizabeth replied. "What do we do now?" She added."We wait for a little…. Observe before going in to question him." Sebastién said in response.Although Sebastién was not a master detective like Oliviér, Sebastién was a decorated Captain of one of the most elite brigades. Elizabeth understood he was not completely useless in detecting. So she decided to trust his decision."I swear you always do this, Father. Why must you sit here and wallow for that woman mindlessly?" Marietta voiced in an unusual chippy tone.Elizabeth took note of something. Although Marietta's features were strange and were not clea
"Night has come, Lizzy." She heard the youthful yet whiny voice of the male next to her.She resisted the nagging urge to roll her eyes. She had pacified herself about the disappearance of her Superior as a much needed break from bitterness, but it turned out there was not much sunshine at the end of the rainbow.Who knew Nicolas was so talkative? Elizabeth was happy to have such a sunny individual for a change around her but she spoke for anyone who had ever met Nicolas that…. He was way too sunny.There was always something to speak about when he was around. She wondered if he was well respected around Commoners with this relaxed attitude."We still have not found this Edwin Hoover. It is beginning to seem this sketch will not be of any use," Nicolas said, leaning against the wall.While Elizabeth was listening to him speak more about how tiring this was becoming she made sure to have wondering eyes. She had to say old people were more energetic than she thought. Thinking about how
The place reeked of cigarettes, something highly intoxicating, alcohol and sweat. Bodies were grinding against each other to the slow music playing. Alistair dropped his glass of martini on the bar counter, and rested the side of his head on the hand propped up on the counter listening to the careless rambling of the adorable brunette in front of him. The red haired man put on an attentive face, with his eyes trained on the ever moving lips of the lady in front of him. "So you'd call yourself a traveler?" She asked, finally bringing the attention back to Alistair.Alistair arched his ginger eyebrows, piqued at the sudden turn around of attention. The girl– Marionette, Alistair thought was her name had been ever so eager to keep the attention on her. Alistair was surprised she'd suddenly stopped talking about her lonely life and her demon cat. Alistair replied. "I would, I'm the kind of person that loves to explore the world. There's so much beauty this world has to share to settle
The scent of sin wafted the air. One would fear that only stepping foot inside the building was enough to condemn you into damnation for the kind of sins that soaked the air. Bodies grinding together. Body sweats, alcohol, and possibly something far too intoxicating coming in contact in the air."Of course 22 Farenpotter street is a night house." Oliviér said with indignation as he entered the building loaded with people each either enjoying the solemn music or practicing in some illicit affair.Oliviér noticed it was not just humans that filled this place. They were even Werewolves who engaged their carnal desires with either their kind or humans Some of these Werewolves bared their elongated canines as they rubbed and touched their partner. It was unclear what they aim of unleashing their fangs, but Oliviér could only assume there was some deranged fulfillment from this act. The sound of humans and werewolves writhing in the pleasure of having these wolves scratch these fangs alon