[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=9F6D88]Fleur La Mallificum[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/87/21/f2/8721f2de8f1f5190e168f84c925a1973.gif[/img][hr][color=9F6D88][b]Location:[/b][/color] Port Witch Coven[/center][hr]

Fleur was not one to be trifled with.

It took but a moment, but in her wariness, it led to disaster as one entered her home. She could have stopped it. She could have prevented it, but it was too late. The knife swung out, delicately, and Nera was no more. She didn't care about Luna now. She didn't care about her home. She had lost the one person in this world she truly loved beyond all measure.

There would be hell to pay!

Rhys had gone after the girl, for which Fleur promised to repay his kindness (or selfishness), but the man could not be trusted and, much to his credit, he held on to the window as if his life depended on it (and it did). Fleur glanced around her at the three women. The one in front of her with the grin like a fox. She was the thorn in her paw. And what did one normally do with thorns than to eliminate them? [color=9F6D88]"Oh petal. Time is something you don't have much left of."[/color] Without warning, Fleur's eyes glowed purple as she summoned a force that shook the room they were in. She unleashed a primal yell as she swung the energy at Aramantha, causing the woman to be pushed backwards out the window, knocking Rhys off the still in the process.

Aramantha would fall to the ground with a thud. She would not be dead, but she would suffer a broken right arm and a broken left leg. It wasn't death, but it would do for now. Rhys would wall on the woman shortly after, worsening the injuries but leaving the man relatively unharmed.

Now for the matter with the other women. [color=9F6D88]"I can sense my numbers and we are turning the course of battle. My quarry is not with you, so you may leave if you wish, but I cannot promise you will be safe if you stay."[/color] Fleur used what energy she had left to summon Luna back. An inkling feeling would hit Luna to return, but it would not be as strong as Fleur hoped. She was a bit tired now.

Fleur turned to where Nera fell, picking up the hairpin off the ground. How often had she seen the woman wear this and not think much of it? She had lost her only friend. Her love.

A surge came off the pin and Fleur could hear the voice. A voice she was not expecting to hear again. [color=7bcdc8][i]“Fleur, my love, when you’re done here we need to speak. I have much to tell you. I have set things in motion that must be completed.”[/i][/color] Fleur gripped the pin, fighting the urge to showcase the emotion she was feeling. [color=9F6D88][i]"I will end this for you Nera. I will do whatever it is you ask."[/i][/color]

[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F0DAE2]Myth the Muse[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://78.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m1ibj4AWR71r9n0vm.gif[/img][hr][color=F0DAE2][b]Location:[/b][/color] The Winking Duck Tavern[/center][hr]

It was an odd name for a tavern, but Myth could hardly call something odd. In her travels she had seen an odd assortment of things. So it would be of no surprise to anyone that she felt at home here. She entered the building with gusto, taking in the sights and the smells (the latter of which made her want to vomit, so she started breathing in through her mouth). But, she was a performer. And performers often did not choose their stage. Rather, the stage chose them.

[color=F0DAE2]"Greetings friends! I hope you are ready for a fun time!"[/color] Myth often entered places and wanted to be seen and heard. She entered, sensing eyes on her and feeling nothing but warmth. She would perform soon. Either on stage or elsehwere, she had not decided yet.

That was until she saw the young man sitting at the bar. Two identical twins sat next to him. [color=F0DAE2]"Twins present problems attracting mates, but I think I got a leg up on these two"[/color] she said to no one in particular as she strode towards the bar. She heard the man speak about puppies, and chose then to enter herself into the conversation. [color=F0DAE2]"Puppies, you say? I love puppies! And a hundred and one of them? Do tell."[/color] It was then that Myth sat on the man's lap, feeling herself around him before turning to the tender. [color=F0DAE2]"Barkeep? Your finest mead, if you please. One for myself and this strapping gentleman here."[/color] She tirned to face the man she was sitting on with a sly wink and grin. The eyes said "Take me now", and her mouth would have done the same had she not been surrounded by other people.