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Seamaeet traversed through the forest that bordered his and two guard's destination. The trip from their established territory to the city hadn't been an easy one, having to travel through several human cities which put his guards on edge, fearing that some misfortune would befall them with some human finding out what they were and impailing them while their backs were turned. They spent little time in these human filled cities and towns, even if they arrived at night, they remained outside them and slept out under the stars on the cold ground with one eye open, always being prepared to fight. Sealameet still needed to get accustomed to his title as Lord. He had gained his title through dueling the previous Lord, an old stubborn dragon who would of drove them all to extinction if he hadn't but the transition wasn't smooth and for a time he had to work on keeping his own kind from turning on one another with those that supported the new Lord and the others who thought of him as a murderer. Eventually he had gotten them to not fight amongst themselves and ebb the tension but it was tiresome and now he had to aid the other Lords with the bigger problem. His views of humans were somewhat odd compared to most. He did not particularly hate them for what they had done, indeed he understood the hate and reason that they had to be cautious about them but he also found them fascinating. He also saw part of the blame of the mass dragon hunting caused by the older generation of dragons. They placed themselves as lords and gods, seemingly seeing humans as servants. They grew lazy and careless, not listening to the whispers that no doubt started the revolts against them and eventual destruction of what they had accomplished. The tables had turned, what dragon's had viewed as being inferior had become the so called superior beings and they the inferior for the time. He doubt his views though would be shared by most if any. He wished for peace not more killing. He wanted life not more genocide and destruction. "My Lord, we will reach our destination soon," one of the guards said spotting the edge of the forest.

I'll be getting a post up tomorrow.

**Scorn** She had been going about her way, enjoying her little midmorning run across the roof tops when she saw a familiar white coat on a nearby roof and a twisted grin formed on her face as she veered towards the white hooded person. She was right behind him when she finally decided to speak though knowing his abilities he would of figured out who it was behind him. "Now Cruor why are you out and about? Normally you are watching the children," She said walking up to the side of him and sitting on the roof's ledge ",Or is this a game of hide and seek with them. I would be disappointed if you forgot to mention this game to me. I do so enjoy fun little games." She looked around where Cruor was looking and spotted two people. One was a new face the other was very familiar. "Oh now I see, Natasha got away from you again," She laughed slightly ",Ah so much potential and so much like me though one thing she needs is patience and a bit more insanity." She laughed some more before calming down. She did enjoy children oddly enough even those who were not conduits. Perhaps it was because they were easy to manipulate, easy to make them see the truth, or perhaps merely it was because of her own twisted childhood and she didn't wish to have them live that. Indeed they would have to work for their keep but no harm came to them like poor Chloe had that left only Scorn to protect her and show the rest of the world the truth, that the time of men was over and conduits were next in line. "You need help catching her. After all she does love me best," she grinned again. **Keira** "Order? Nope sorry no idea," She replied ",What's with some of the people naming themselves after states of being? First Scorn, now Order. What next Chaos, Peace, or Discord?" It had slipped her tongue before she meant it to. The name that was part of her that she tried to deny ever since being free of Curdon Cay. _"You're my second after all. Just like me they tossed you aside like nothing.Together we will show them how wrong they were,"_ a chilling voice said in her head sending a slight shiver down her spine. Lucky for her the TV on in the cafe snapped her out of her haunting thoughts as a report came through. _"This just in, chaos has broken out on Washington Street in the Meatpacking District. Some form of conduit is going on a rampage in what seems to be an unprovoked attack. Law enforcement and the newly appointed Conduit Task Unit or C.T.U. are trying to contain the mess but with these super powered beings there is no telling how long that may take. For now it is being advised to avoid Washington Street... We are now getting reports the conduit is manipulating sand, repeat manipulating sand. Well where it's getting sand besides the beach is beyond me but still avoid Washington Avenue at all cost until the situation is contained."_ "Well if you are looking for Order or for some other conduit that might be your best best," Keira said pointing at the TV ",No doubt others are going to try and get involved especially with the lack of trust still in the reformed DUP. Calling them the CTU still doesn't chance what they once were. They have to prove it." Her words echoed in her mind as she too needed to prove she was above her Curdon Cay past.

SOrry I didn't post anything today. Got busy but definitely a post tomorrow. Again truly sorry.

Sif Six/Male Appearance: His eyes are a primarily a dull white except for his pupils which are more of a dull gray because he is blind.  Personality: He's a rather accepting wolf. If change is coming, the only thing to be done is to accept it and not fight it even if that change is good or bad. He prefers his times of silence to be alone in his thoughts, unable to see the world that surrounds him in its true beauty he has to imagine it which he does in his spare time on his own and his other keen senses. He plays as the negotiator if he comes between animals squabbling over some petty matter, rather finding a means of compromise the resorting to threats or choosing a side. He can be blunt be enjoys having longer conversations then just going straight to the point. This of course can result in others getting impatient and leaving him to his own devices or him just talking on end with no apparent end. SAMPLE POST: Sif sat alone on the hill, with only his thoughts to keep him company. It was peaceful but he knew in truth everything was far from peaceful and soon there would only be chaos as the garden changed. It didn't take eyes to see change, even in his dark world he could sense it's heavy presence. A grim darkness looming on the horizon that would sweep into the garden and would uproot everything that had once been a vibrant, peaceful place. He stood up and wandered down the hill, hoping for whatever little time was left he could at least live his last few peaceful moments with little disturbance and with a full stomach as his hunger grew telling him he would have to hunt soon. A blind wolf had difficult enough time finding food let alone stalking prey. Sif managed fine on his own however, though if there were others around he wouldn't mind their help in his hunts.

I shall post tomorrow morning at some point.

> I now have nets, so I have to play post catchup. Shouldn't be to hard, not much has happened. Unfortunately for those who haven't replied that made chars I don't know where they went. I sent out PMs but have yet to receive anything back as a reply.

I have no qualms of swearing as long as it's not every other word or sentence. I would say do it sparingly and when it seems like an appropriate situation.

accepted though if you could, could you put it in the character section

All right that clears everything thanks I'll finish my bio.