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[Cinnamara]

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Darkness seemed to creep in the house as it lay still. Cinnamara stood, watching over her daughter Caia, as she slumbered. Her mind was too busy reeling this eve, for any sort of sleep. The memories of the day were too fresh in her mind.

It had been the Kings Command that sent her son away, to a dark, dank dungeon where he would not hurt himself, or others. Davaran slept outside the room, guarding, and comforting their son in this time of family peril. She longed to be there with Dragan, humming him to sleep. But she knew better. She had to watch over Caia, and make sure some grizzly fate did not befall her while their attention seemed attracted to Dragan. She felt like her heart was being torn apart. She wished she could be in both places at a time for her children.

Cinnamara's worst fears were coming true. She was afraid what the King would command if he was not cured. Did they intened on keeping him in the dungeon forever?

Zeth Melgair had offered to take him into his care, and to watch over Dragan. However, the King would not permit it. It was too dangerous to those around him.

Please...Keep him safe from harm..
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Women's Motto: Live your life in such away, that when your feet hit the floor in the morning, the devil himself shudders and says, "Oh snap, She's awake!"

[Davaran Skyfire]

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Davaran sat with his fingers templed, staring through the bars of the cell that now housed his son. Watching his son, his own flesh and blood, sleeping uneasily on the best bed they had within the jail. Flesh and blood, blood that now coursed with the venom of another kind..the words slipped off Dav's lips and tumbled out into the still night air..

Lycans..."

The Melgair family had found it's way into Davaran's life before. Zeth and Dav had gone toe to toe in northern Malas...Zari had served under his division, and it was true, they had offered to help little Dragan.

Dav's attention turned to the far wall, facing the east. Far from where he now sat, he knew Cinna lay alone in their bed. Davaran longed to be there, to have the happy family he had always wanted to give her, not the life of military clashes, near escapes from the pains of the world.

Davaran sighed deeply, standing, securing the knife he kept hidden along his left wrist.

"Trying times..."