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[color=FF4D4D][b]Time: [/b][/color]Night
[color=FF4D4D][b]Location: [/b][/color]The Pit
[color=FF4D4D][b]Interactions with: [/b][/color][@Pink Khione] - Ava
[color=FF4D4D][b]Jams:[/b][/color][/center]
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Helene's muscles relaxed a bit at the smile on Ava's lips taking it as a sign that perhaps the mysterious woman was not out to get her. The naive vampire's pinkish-red eyes blinked twice at the strange compliment [color=FF4D4D]"Um, thank you."[/color] It was the first time anyone had referred to her as a monster, but Ava didn't seem to have any ill will attached to it which caught her off-guard. Her thoughts turned to her first night in Ember Grove with Boris. He had been a werewolf but they had managed to form a connection she'd never forget even if she never saw him again. Perhaps this person was not an adversary but a friend as well? Helene really wanted one right now.

[color=FF4D4D]"Oh. Well its good you stopped me when I did!"[/color] She said lightly with a small smile following Ava's laugh, but the look in her eyes suggested she was saddened by the information. It lasted only for a moment as the language of Helene's homeland came to her ears and excitement filled her instead of remorse for the dead. Her previous fears were washed away in light of this new information [color=FF4D4D]"Ravi de vous rencontrer, Ava! Je suis tellement content de savoir que tu parles français![/color] She spoke a little quick but her words did not blend together like before, she was just glad. Besides a few annual events, Helene had spent most of her life in the Sinclaire's main estate and hearing her native tongue was comforting.

Unlike the forced smile earlier, Helene's smile now was full and bright forgetting her original reason for being here in favor of talking more with Ava. She titled her head to the side as Ava seemed to spaced out thinking about something, when she asked a question that caused Helene to flinch in shock wondering how she could have figured it out. After realizing she might have just given herself away, she quickly tried to think of a way to get out of the question [color=FF4D4D]"She is my Mo-"[/color] Her hand shot to her mouth to cover it up after nearly letting it slip. Helene coughed before continuing, letting her hand return to its position in front of her [color=FF4D4D]"She is my, um, my mother's close friend."[/color] Her own voice didn't sound completely sure of her own answer. Mother would be so ashamed of her right now.

Any informed vampire would be aware of the mysterious daughter of Catherine Sincalire, referred to as the [i]Phantom Princess[/i] because very few outside of the Sinclaire knew her name let alone have ever saw her in person. A number of rumors have circulated over the decades as to her name, appearance, and personality. Every year a number of requests come in from different vampire clans across the globe asking for the Phantom Princess's hand in marriage in the vain hope one is accepted but every one is always declined. Vampires invited to the Sinclaire Estate would often report back that the voice of an angel and heavenly music resonated throughout its halls.

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[color=7B5535][b]Time: [/b][/color][i]Sunset[/i]
[color=7B5535][b]Location: [/b][/color] Ember Grove University-Art Exhibit
[color=7B5535][b]Interactions with:[/b][/color][@Tae] - Sorrel, [@Milkman] - Finn
[color=7B5535][b]Mentions:[/b][/color][@Helo] - Elias, [@masterducky] - Remy, [@princess] - Angel
[color=7B5535][b]Jams:[/b][/color] [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KwNy4OYiKfw]"But storms won't last, they clear the air, for something new."[/url][/center][hr]

Voflango pounced on the vampire that Sorrel had tossed aside and began tearing into it like a starving dog given a scrap of meat, although this was not to satisfy his hunger. It was a sharp contrast to his charming and confident human side that could easily put on at ease, while this form did nothing but instill fear and anxiety. All the young werewolf saw was red and the only thing that was stopping him from recklessly going after the human hunters was Sorrel and the presence she exuded as an alpha along with her familiar scent. Fangs were bared as Volfango backed off from the wounded vampire who laid motionless with a contorted look of pain. Volfango turned back towards the group of human hunters, staring them down as thick muscle began to tense up. He was ready to spring into action waiting for one wrong move not caring if he could actually take them all on.

His attention diverted from the human hunters and the other werewolf as Sorrel approached him. Volfango was positioned in a way that made it seem he could lunge forward at any moment. For the first time he stood up on his legs, his form appearing even larger, as he looked into her eyes directly. He let out a single, low growl and lowered himself back onto all fours once again but this time he was no longer baring his teeth submitting himself to the control of the alpha. Volfango looked back over at the three hunters and dug his claws into floor, before turning around to face the exit.

This had been only the second time Volfango had even been in his werewolf form and felt like a trance in which he had no control. The first time was simply a blacked-out memory but he couldn't shake the feeling he had done something horrible. After tonight, there would be no more running from the reality he now faced. Any hope of living a normal life rested in learning to control his new strength and understanding the strange new world that he had been forced into.