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Location: Natural History Museum, NYC 
Time: Afternoon 
[@VATROU], [@fdeviant],  [@Luna], and [@Demonic Angel] 
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As Skyler talked, Ben’s ears perked and confusion swept across his expression. On the most basic and vague sense, he understood the emotions that the young Efreet was trying to get through to him. Sadly the cause eluded the wolf within.  Ben’s ears pressed harder against his head and  his paws took a step to Skyler, the heat of the hellfire brushed against his fur causing it to ruffle. The crackling sounds filled his ears as he drew close enough for the flames to start to singe him, the blonde fur darkened then blacken to leave patches of cooked  flesh. Immense pain washed over his attention and immediately he yelped, the wolf retreated a bit from the intensity.

Suffering and turmoil wafted off the boy engulf in black flames spreading across his body, the clothes greying then drifting off like fallen ashes. His form was nearly naked from the intense heat that drifted along his arm and spread wildly over the blood wall’s surface. The liquid promptly started to evaporate thanks to the extreme heat causing the wall to gradually vanish, leaving a wide enough hole for the prisoners to slip through. 

In moments the unnatural fire consume any blood used, leaving scorch marks in its place. Despite this, Ben’s vision never left the young Efreet and instead drew closer.

Suddenly the boy bolted toward the nearest door, an exit locked and set with an alarm. The moment his hands made contact, the chains melted in a white flash of heat causing nearly everyone to turn away in surprise. In moments Skyler was gone leaving the group to fend for themselves with the Elder Vampire. 

A strong desire to follow Skyler warred with the need to defend the pack, the wolf within Ben struggling over which to choose. Meanwhile the alarm from the door blared into the building hurting his sensitive ears. He flinched with a soft whimper as his hearing adjusted to the volume. 

Upon catching Barron’s voice, Ben growled at the Elder Vampire’s gloating and bared his fangs. His back bristle and his head whipped about to face the threat. While the wolf wasn't much danger to the Vampire, it was clear Ben didn't care as he advanced on Barron’s figure, ready