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[center][h3][color=8519A2]Location: Winton[/color][/h3]
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[i]Liar.[/i] The Black Widows were not all dead, though Saetan was not sure about the number who had escaped the corruption that had been cast like a fisher's net over Terrielle. Still, he endured the tiny Queen's antics, they amused him even if he did want to pry for more answers. The Warlord Prince would have as well, but he was stopped by the arrival of Fatima's small Court. The golden eyes narrowed on Jandar as the Warlord held his hands up in a gesture that meant 'peace', though Saetan was ready for anything but. THe slighter figure of Mikhail was noted, though Saetan felt a keener sense of danger from the Prince that the Warlord. Keeping a sharp eye on the two, he moved to wrap his arms tightly about the Queen. His teeth bared in what could be called a smile, though it would be a clear warning of Saetan's cast. Warlord Prince's were not to be tampered with lightly after all. The veneer of humanity that was maintained by the laws of the Blood could very well be ripped away and the more primal nature of the powerful caste could boil to the surface.

[color=Gold]"Her erstwhile 'cousin', I presume? Sybl, I thought you were clever enough to not be followed."[/color] Saetan crooned to the other man.

[i]*His scent was easy to follow! Lady, you should not worry the males so much! They get very snarly.*[/i] The all too blunt mind voice of Dunny interrupted the tension as he scrambled into the cavern. [i]*I do not like it here, it smells very bad. Dareen, Dareen it smells bad. The Queen should leave here.*[/i] The counterpart of the small dog, Thom, had waited outside the cavern. Choosing distance from a possible fight as the best option.

The dark haried Warlord Prince was distracted as Dunny spoke. His eyes widening slightly before they narrowed. [color=Gold]"I see... A Sceltie Kindred."[/color] He remembered the little dogs, and though he had heard of kindred he had never personally met any. [color=Gold]"You may not wish to, Lady. But I will find out what Black Widow cast the net to draw males and a Queen to the fold."[/color] He whispered in Fatima's ear softly in a lover's voice, his arms moving slowly as to not discomfort the woman as they gripped her more firmly. Watching the two fighters with eyes that were growing cold and a temper that was edging towards the killing edge so he might get answers to the spell that pulled at Sybl. The poor man did not deserve the magic that would play with his emotions. Yet, he would not harm the tiny Queen. That viciousness within him was so very content to hold her close even as he wanted to rip apart these other men. It would have been easy too, but his power was mostly bound and Saetan wanted to rip out Dorothea's throat for that 'gift' now more than ever.