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[Tay M'real]

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He waited and waited for Ciara to meet him at the sepulcher. She promised she would sneak away from her home to come and play. She is not coming Tay thought, but then he heard the noise of little feet banging against the floor above. He immediately sat up from playing with the bones on the floor and ran upstairs.

”Boo!” he said, his face completely covered by his shroud. The little girl jumped back, nearly tripping over a bench. Tay simply laughed, realizing he scared her and removed his hood.

”Is just ju huneybend!” she smiled big.

”Ciara. Come sit,” he sat on a bench and patted the seat next to him, ”I have been thinking and I came up with an idea. You know how we all have to take shots to get big and strong quick?” She nodded. ”Well, if we gave you a lot of shots at once, maybe you will be my size!” He smiled, proud of his idea and looked to her.

A shriek, much like that of his sisters, left her mouth. ”NO! THAT MAKE MOMMY CWY!”

My Father has white hair, my Mother does not. Maybe he is older than her. Maybe it’s okay to be marrified to someone seven years younger, but she is so annoying. He ran ideas through his head, patting her head to calm her down. I do love her hair. That thought, in its own, settled his uneasiness about their marrifie. He loved her hair, he loved to look at the glimmer of white, loved the way it felt.

It was late, very late and he decided he must do as his Mother and Father sometimes do. ”Come wife, let us sleep.” With that said, she immediately stretched out across the bench; he couldn’t help but laugh at her. ”No, no. We will find some place more comfortable.”

They made their way through the rooms of the sepulcher, careful not to wake the Matriarch. Tay spotted a rug on the floor of what appeared to be a classroom. ”In here” he whispered.

Ciara sat down on the rug and then plopped backwards. She pulled a stuffed kitten from her belt and began sucking on the paw. Disgusting Tay thought. Tay watched her for a moment and then lay down beside her. From his belt he pulled the small braid that he previously removed from Ciara’s head. They turned their bodies opposite ways, shut their eyes and drifted away to sleep.
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[X'eros De'Vir]

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Korith woke up in the middle of the night. He really had to go potty bad. As he climbed out of bed, he thought to go outside and against the building. "momma never know i go pee pee..on buiwdin." As he got up, he looked at the bed next to him wondering if he woke up his twin sister.

Due to his drowish nightsight, he noticed she was not there. "Did she go pee pee tooo?" He said outloud. He used the teleporter and walked outside the front door. He walked around the building and then walked inside, each step being more frantic and clumsy as he stumbled over his feet. Frustrated and frightend of his sister's dissappearance, he started to cry loudly. He sat there and cried out.... "Sippsteeerrrrrr!!!!!!" .... "wahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"....

As his wailings continued, suddenly movement was stirring upstairs... his father awoke from bed!

X'eros came down to the first floor to see his son crying out of control. He strode up to him and demanded.. "What are you doing out of bed.." He growled as his son continued to cry. He snarled as he carried him back up to the twin's room. As he put him on the bed, X'eros's ears flickered aggravated as his son continued to wail. He then turned to see if his daughter had awoken. He noticed... She was gone!

Suddenly, the first thing came to his mind. Faith must have found out where they lived.. for all he knows, she would have every motive to attempt a kidnapping. He rushed downstairs to wake Doireann. Leaving his son to cry in the room.