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 Cass Sekhandur: (*dances*)
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Sammelle Sekhandur: (*kicks pjj. i cant get a post in without taking an hour then eats my post
 Nikolai: ?
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 Nikolai: *One ear perked up when he heard his daughter's voice. He lifted his head to scan the area then looked toward Celine's cabin. Those two had been making a racket all day. It was a pain to get Silyn and Amira to sleep when they only wanted to see what the noise was. Since Celine had her fit, he'd given her space to calm down before he poked at her again. Humans were do damn soft after all.* ~Katra, stop playing with the help and come here~
      Katra walking out of the mirror she adjusted herself then made her way out of the room. To say that she was not pleased to be back would be an understatement. Blood still matted her golden hair and her clothing. Her nails were still more claw than nails and there was still a faint glow of fury and pain in her eyes. the gold almost completely covering the normal blue color. Hearing the thump, thump and then the explosion was not what she needed or wanted right now. Katra put her bundles down then strode toward the sound, a snarl already on her lips as she came upon the destroyed door and the two strangers who likely caused it. "Who the fuck gave you permission to destroy my mothers house?!"
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Sammelle Sekhandur: right just like they don't understand anything else
 Cass Sekhandur: *she drops down, flips and lands on her feet. She rubs her nose on her sleeve.* "yeah I have killer talent. I tell the art teacher that but they just can't comprehend my greatness."
Sammelle Sekhandur: This is true.. .. *Snorts at the explosion * just a bit to much.. Think it adds character to the place..
 Cass Sekhandur: "I can always say that dragon guy showed up and blame it on him. Mom will believe me over him." She extends a hand and makes a finger bang jester* "boom. hea-" *door explodes as all the knives detonate in a dark, destructive mass. taking out part of the wall.* "whoops. to much punch."
Sammelle Sekhandur: Not sure, not sure why she lived here, like deserted island that somebody comes to when they die. If your going to detonate it let me get out of the way, could burn this place to the ground but she probably get mad or might make her move faster. *Moves over to the tree and pulls her chain axe from her side testing its weight *
 Cass Sekhandur: (mag=mad)
 Cass Sekhandur: *she swings back and forth now using both hands she throws four knives in quick succession each one hitting the door.* "think mom will get mag if I detonate the knives? bet I can blow the door to splinters!"
Sammelle Sekhandur: *Hearing thunk thunkHearing the thunk, thunk, thunk, her head snapped toward the door, eyes narrowing as she slid off the counter, already knowing better than to open it because that would just be asking for trouble, so instead she moved to the window and climbed out, landing lightly before looking over at her sister with a crooked grin. “Bit slow pace,” she said dryly, brushing her hands together as her gaze flicked toward the door and back again. “I’m really hoping you’re just fucking around and not actually throwing them.” Her grin widened, sharp and amused. “You’d be dead by now if you were.”
 Cass Sekhandur: Thunk, thunk, thunk and thunk... She was outside throwing knives at the front door. She was also hanging upside down from a tree branch. She reach her hand back and a shadowy blade would form. This she would send flying end over end. most of the time the blade did hit the door.*
Sammelle Sekhandur: Looking around the place, empty except for boxes stacked everywhere, she snorted under her breath, the whole place feeling like some kind of paradise island that made her skin itch, nothing like the harsh lands she and her sister had grown up in where the world was cruel and honest and survival meant learning to live with shadows, while here everything felt frozen in time with people living easy lives while centuries passed outside, and seeing how their mother always smiled here and cared for everyone only made something bitter twist in her chest because while these people had her warmth she and Cass had grown up in a hellscape without her, their mother spending hundreds of years wired into some system protecting everyone else from hell while her daughters were left to be raised by darkness and whatever monsters the world threw at them, and now hearing that some arrogant dragon was treating their mother poorly only made the anger burn hotter because these people didn’t deserve her, none of them did, and she knew Cass felt the same way since neither of them wanted to share the one thing they never truly had, so when she saw a few framed photos of smiling faces she rolled her eyes and dropped them straight into the trash before hopping up onto the counter and leaning back on one hand, a twisted smile tugging at her lips as she looked around the too perfect room and muttered that this place made her skin crawl.
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 Cass Sekhandur: (*throws knives at the dart board*)
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 Cass Sekhandur: (mwahahaha)
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Celine Whitewolf: Celine was busy packing up the kitchen, wrapping plates in newspaper and lining boxes with dish towels, and as she worked she realized she had been thinking about everything for far too long. She had been stuck here in a way, waiting for something to shift, for the air to feel different, for some sign that staying would suddenly make sense, but nothing ever changed because she never truly made the choice to change it. The house had become a quiet habit, familiar and predictable, its morning light falling across the counter in the same patient way, its pipes groaning at night like an old companion who knew her routines by heart. She had told herself there was comfort in that steadiness, yet beneath it ran a restless current she could no longer ignore. She had been clinging to familiarity, afraid that if she stepped beyond it she might lose more than just an address, might lose the version of herself that had learned to survive within these walls. Still, the rooms felt smaller now, less like shelter and more like a pause that had gone on too long, and though the house would remain for anyone who needed its refuge, she understood that she no longer did. What she needed was movement, uncertainty, the sharp clean edge of something new, and as she sealed another box and carried it toward the door, she felt the weight of hesitation begin, at last, to lift.
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 Nikolai: Silyn don't look at me like that. I did nothing to her but speak. *He picked up the skewer and used his flames to torch the meat then handed it back* There. It's cooked. You can eat it. *He bit back a growl when tears pooled in his daughter's eyes as if that was not how she wanted her meat* If you start crying I will give you something to cry about in a shake
Celine Whitewolf: *Once inside she flopped on the sofa and laid down and sighed it felt good to let go that tension that way and couldn't help but smirk before stretching out and took a deep breath.
 Nikolai: *Nikolai scowled at her and rubbed his jaw. He peered down at his son then looked back up at Celine's retreating back* And that is why you do not mate without caution kid. One minute you're speaking to them and the next they go off the deep end. *sighing he rose from the ground* Silyn, Amira, take what you wish and leave the rest. It seems our company has taken on a sour mood and would sooner see you choke that feed you *He ruffled his daughter's hair and watched her sister carefully pick out the half cooked skewers* I'll let you toast them yourselves
Celine Whitewolf: *Lips twitch at the mention of her sister being a hostile fiend and moves to take the baby from Nikolai and hands it to Cass before pulling her arm back and slugging Nikolai enough to land him on his ass * She is not a hostile fiend.. she has a kind heart, and you talk if you know her and my family which you do not * her voice turned to ice and cold, and her jaw tightened * You talk about my family like that again..and you will regret * she was protective of her family, especially julian and mara they went thought to much and they deserve the happiness they find . Mara that way because she had to be, to protect us, my children, our family, because i wasn't at the time... Fix your own meal.. *Takes the baby and hands it back before going inside *
 Nikolai: You're resilient enough to survive it. We aren't driven by emotions and less likely to leave. *He poked the baby's belly* Soft creatures are easily hurt, insulted and triggered. They don't make for good relationships. At least as far as I've seen. Who pairs two docile creatures. *He grinned* Take for example Mara. She's a hostile fiend no matter how nice she tries to make herself seem.
Celine Whitewolf: Callous creature.... why is that?
 Nikolai: Mad wasn't a mate. She was...a carrier and a passtime. I'm not judging, I'm making an observation. *He rolled the baby around idly* I think perhaps you should have been mated to more callous creatures
Celine Whitewolf: It didn't work out for you either what about Mad? don't see her around? *Snapping at him * don't judge others.

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