[i][color=6ecff6]"You're lucky I don't kill you myself some days..."[/color] Ophelia whispered to Jax, looking at Roxas. [color=6ecff6]"That's the guy from last night. I've never seen him around here before though,"[/color] she said in response to her sisters question. Ophelia was torn between wanting to watch to see what the deal was, leaving to feed, or staying with Jax. 

She turned to Morthos, looking at him gently, her voice shifting from angry to neutral, [color=6ecff6]"I can answer some of those questions if you give me a minute. Find a place to sit and I'll meet you there after?"[/color] she suggested, and before he could answer she took off to find the blood bank, grabbing what she felt would satisfy her and tore into the packets, drinking thirstily. 

Quickly her eyes shifted color from silver to the normal grey-blue and she smiles, the burning in her throat subsiding, her strength fully returning as well. She threw the packets out, and wiped her lips gently, making her way first to the archery room to grab her bag and bow, then moving to find Morthos in the stands of the Arena.  [/i]