Conspiracy - a three part tale.

Nevaeh let out a small breath of a laugh as Theanos yelped in pain, though as he latched onto her shoulders riding out the pain Nevaeh let out a hiss. Getting all she could out of the wound she was satisfied that it wouldn’t lead to an infection or the mark that the arrow’s spiral and jagged flint intended. “Well that is what they are for...I could show how they are made, but I’m sure a big brave sword fighter such as yourself would never have a need for an arrow hmm?” Sitting on her knees Nevaeh laughed as Theanos twitched his eyebrows. “A small scratch on your leg isn’t going to stop the ladies, trust me. But if you feel you need to be repaid. I’m sure we can think of something, hmm?” She returned the look before tipping out her arrow bag and tugging on a piece of cloth that seemed caught inside. Pulling it out she wrapped the red cloth around the wound and smiled. “That should keep until we find someone who knows what they are doing.” Staring at Theanos intently as he traced the making on her face Nevaeh smiled. Seeing his focus drift off into the forest, the morning sun began to dance over their faces. “We should get back soon...”

Listening to Elayahi, Alyan was sure he was in there, he was confident he had wooed the Lycan princess. Looking over her with a perverted stare he smiled, showing a glint of his white teeth; though this smugness was knocked from him as she licked his lips and pulled away from her. Exhaling heavily Alyan stood up and followed her like a lost puppy. “So, princess, what do you look for in a man?”

Elayahi laughed delicately at the sudden question. The sound like a thousand silver bells, silken and polished. 'What do I look for in a man... hmm,' she turned, leaning against a table and patting a finger to her lips. 'Strong. I want a strong man.' she got up and began walking again 'Not physically speaking. A strong dreamer. Someone who will follow exactly what I Tell Him.' she spoke the last few words very slowly, stopping just infront of him. She smiled, her hair curled across her shoulders. The mark was fading on her eye like Alyan's was. She lifted a finger and traced the markings under his left eye. 'Hmmm... you know what this means?' Alyan looked up to her, eyes wide 'It means something?' She laughed deeply 'Silly boy.'

Theanos pulled himself up, putting all of his weight on one foot, offering a hand to Nevaeh, 'yes, we'd better get back, before those guards jump us.' He hadnt any reason for why the supposed guards hadnt stormed the settlement yet, or why they hadnt accidentally found the two of them, the thing he did know was that they had to leave. Reaching the settlement, he opened the door to find Elayahi sprawled across the floor, and Alyan sulking to one corner. She looked up when they entered. 'The lost imp is found.' she snided, standing up and grabbing her bags, Alyan did the same. 'I need some Ink.' Theanos commanded forcefully, looking around for some.

Pulling herself up with the help of Theanos, Nevaeh felt foolish and was a little reluctant to go back, she felt like turning to Theanos, taking his hand and running off; just the two of them. But he had loyalties and so did she, running back to the settlement with Theanos Nevaeh kept her eyes to the floor, rolling her eyes at Elayahi’s snide comment. Looking over to Theanos she went back and looked around the shelves, “I cannot see, any...wait...here...” Pulling a book out of the way Nevaeh saw two bottles Ink. One blue and one black. Pointing the bottles she looked puzzled “Is this the right ink?”

Theanos looked up to what the elven girl was holding, he shook his head. 'No, that'll kill you...' he looked around even more, kncoking over a pile of parchments to find what he was looking for. There were three jars of differant coloured battle inks, he grabbed the black, and also a needle. Picking them up, he turned to his counterpart. 'You first.' he said, a serious face. Alyan sat, Theen sat facing him on his lap, peircing the skin. Alyan flinched, he'd done it pretty deep, then again elve's skin was very thin, it would be harder for him to get blood from himself and Elayahi. He smudged the blood across the faded lines that he had drawn, he then dipped a cautious finger into the black ink and drew over the blood. The ink blackened and instantly dried. 'When the war ink is bonded with the blood of the wearer, it becomes permanant, there are few things that can get it off.' he smiled, jumping off of the elven man and having his sister sit down instead. He jammed the needle into her skin, wiggling it about with force. 'There...' She repeated the same with her, and himself before coming to Nevaeh. He looked down to her 'are you sure you want to do this... once this happens, you cant go back.' he stared at her, a serious look on his face.

Alyan was busy staring at Elayahi when Theen called him up to get his mark permanently placed on him, he had fallen head over heels for her, and he hardly noticed his sister coming in. Sitting in front of Theanos, Alyan gulped and tried to be brave for Elayahi, he wanted to seem manly. He winced as the Needle was thrusted into his skin but didn’t make a sound. Watching Elayahi get her’s done he couldn’t stop smiling at her. When it came to Nevaeh’s turn he turned away and admired Elayahi’s. Nevaeh scowled towards her older and clenched her fists. Elves had a funny way of communicating, before they developed a full language the elves used to talk through telepathy, keeping them stealthy. She shot a menacing glare at her brother. “She is out of your league, why would she go for you...” He didn’t reply to her, only shot back her glare. Turning back to Theen she nodded to him.

Theanos smiled a small smile, before sitting her down on the seat that his sister and her brother had before. He kneeled infront of her instead of sitting on her lap, holding her cheek softly in his hand, whilst with the other, peircing her blue tinged skin. He put the needle in between his lips, smearing her deep purple blood across the mark. They were so differant, even the colour of their blood was contrasted. He dipped his finger into the ink, tracing over the blood-lines carefully. After he had done so, he took her head into both of his hands and brought it down to him, kissing her over the mark and then on her forhead. Standing back, his face was stern. Elayahi stood. 'They dont know what they mean.' she stated. Theanos nodded. 'No. They don't.' Elayahi looked at her brother, confused 'shouldnt we tell them?' Theanos snapped his gaze from Nevaeh to his younger sister 'and they wont. Not yet. Not now.' Elayahi raised an eyebrow 'Do you know what they mean Theo?' he dipped his head, gathering his things. 'How did you know they meant something, but not know what, and yet still form them perfectly?' He looked up now. 'I just knew them.' silence was restored. He looked around, a small smile still there, barely noticable. 'Get your things. We have to leave.'

'Running through the forest, dodging trees and diving over tall grass, one forgets oneself. Forgets that there are things out there that would kill you the second they look at you. You need to have your wits about you in a black forest. When you're in a blue forest however, you'll notice the tree's wearing thin, and the ground pleasenter to run on. That because the sand's mixed in with the dirt. Its not mud its dirt, because its so dry. When you're in a blue forest, you know you're almost there.' Theanos jolted forwards, his eyes snapping open and the warm sweat dripping off his body instantly turning cold.
They had set up camp after about a day's worth of walking, the elves in the trees and the Lycans curled around the trunks.
The sound of his brother's voice was so clear in his mind, so vivid, asif he were actually speaking to him in person...

Laying in the tall tree’s Nevaeh had fallen straight to sleep that night. Ignoring her brother was hard work seeing as he was near enough in her face all the time, if he wasn’t being snide to her Alyan was all over Elayahi. Sleeping on the opposite side of the clearing to him Nevaeh wondered if his qualities in the battlefield really compensated for the asshole she had to put up with. She didn’t sleep to well, hearing a noise bellow her Nevaeh turned over on the branch and saw Theanos at upright, she watched him for a moment; half asleep and wondering what he was doing. She watched him for a while longer before mumbling and climbing down. Her bare feet landed softly on the dew-coated grass, she walked over to Theanos and slowly slunk down beside him “You’re awake. Why?”

Theanos stood, looking down to Nevaeh, raising an eyebrow as if to say 'hyppocrite.' He walked off through the trees without saying anything to her. He was scared of going to sleep, scared that, everytime he did, he would hear the voice of his brother. Who was dead. He had a new family now, Neaveh, Alyan and of course Elayahi. Not knowing where he was going, he just kept on walking, not wanting to go to sleep, not wanting to talk to anyone. He kicked small animals as he walked past them, muttering to himself angrily.

Nevaeh caught the stair and stood up after him. She wondered what he was doing but didn’t want to ask, he looked annoyed at something. Climbing up into the trees opposite from her brother Nevaeh lay back in her branch and looked up to the stars. She tried to get back to sleep but it was to no avail, she tossed and turned for a while before falling from the tree, landing softly and following Theanos’ trail. Woodland elves, opposed to their costal counterparts were excellent trackers, she had caught his trail and by the depth of his footprints in the soft ground he seemed pissed. It didn’t take her long to find Theanos, watching from a distance at first Nevaeh closed in on him slowly. “Theen?”

Theanos stopped after much walking in a clearing. It looked like it had been burned purposely in a perfect circle. There were white chalk lines drawn across the blackened floor. A north, a south, an east and a west, all chalked out. When he wanted something this badly, when he needed direction, it always came. There must have been a Lycan village nearby, hence the sacred ritual circle that he had stumbled upon. Sitting in the center of the circle, facing the north point he bowed his head to the earth ans sat back up again. 'Fathers of the north give me strength through my iniquities. Mothers ofthe south, heal my weaknesses. Brothers to the east, guide me in my footsteps, sisters of the west watch over my company.' he repeated these words in a chantlike state in his mother tounge over and over until he felt sick. He was warm and his head was spinning. Rocking backwards and swaying forwards he stopped at the sound of someone approaching swiftly, bending to the ground in one last chant. 'Great ones that have gone before, watch over me.' He stood, bowing to each of the points before sighing and looking up to the stars in the night sky. He jumped around at the sound of her voice. 'Don't take another step forward.' he hissed, watching her feet dangerously close to the circle. 'what do you want.'

'Don't take another step forward.' Nevaeh looked down to where she was stood, she could see the chalk lines forming a circle, much like a compass. From the look in his eye Nevaeh didn’t push her boundaries and took a step away from the possible sacred ground. “Oh, I wanted to see if you were okay...” Her voice trailed off, conscious of how pathetic she probably sounded. Sitting on the floor for a moment Nevaeh looked at the circle again. “What are you doing? Should I leave you alone? Hmm I guess I should.” Pushing herself back up off of the floor in-between the trees she pushed off on one of the trees, near enough running up the bark until she grabbed a branch and threw herself forward “Ill, see you later.” and ran through the thick trees back to camp. Everyone was still asleep but Nevaeh was now wide awake. Finding the cloak that Theanos had let her use when they first had met she wrapped herself inside it at sat at the base of tree, still opposite from her brother.

Theanos raised his arm for her to wait, but she had already gone. He sighed looking up to the black night sky, pinpoints of light scattering the night. His head was bent back as far as it would go. He'd always found the stars to be fascinating. He was set in the religions of the aincent ones, the ones nobody practiced anymore. Nobody but him, and Faolan. Faolan had taught him the ways when he was just 40 years old. He realised that it was the way, that they, the ancestors, had the right idea. There was either a remaining religious nomad tribe nearby, or the circle had been protected for years.

Theanos took one last look around before making his way around the cirlcle, one foot infront of the other. He had no shoes on, the ashes clung to his feet, as they should. They were warm, like they were fresh. Just as he was about to finish his circle, he stopped, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. It couldn't be. Nearby a howl was heard. Theano's ears pricked up in deligt to the sound, he pulled his hands to his mouth, howling back. The reply came, 1 mile. He thought to Nevaeh and Elayahi and Alyan. But they were wood elves, surely they would be able to track him. He hurridly finished the circle, bowing to the center before leaping into the air, reforming midway. He ran through the forest without pausing, his jet black hair blurring through the trees. He stopped, just infront of another wolf. The wolf had amber eyes and it was breathing heavily. It bowed eventually, so did Theanos.

Wrapping the cloak tighter around her form Nevaeh began to shudder. She began to wish that she had taken some cloth or clothing from the last settlement they had been in. The night was cold and with her thin skin it felt far worse. Screwing up her eyes Nevaeh kept her head low as to keep what wind there was from her face. She waited for Theen for nearly an hour. Surely he would be finished by now. Standing up, keeping the cloak around her Nevaeh picked up her bow and a small pouch of arrows and set off to find Theanos again. Staying in the trees Nevaeh stood over the sacred ground and sighed heavily, he had wondered off or worse. Jumping down onto the grass just outside of the circle she spotted ash markings in the grass and paw prints. They had to be his. Drawing out her bow Nevaeh now ran on foot following the prints until in the distance she could see two wolves. Climbing up into the trees she skulked closer and closer until she was but a few meters away from the pair. Looking down on them silently, her white-blonde hair fell from the hood of the cloak delicately.

Theanos stood to full height, re-forming smoothly, as did the other wolf. The grey haired man was tall, about the same height as Theanos, about the same skin colour, dark. His hair was long, shaved on one side. He had a scar running down and across his right eyes, mauling it. His bare chest was heavily tatooed in black tribal looking marks. His face was weathered and he wore feathers in his hair and tooths around his neck. 'Prince.' the man's voice was deep and low. 'Chief.' Theanos replyed, smiling, feeling at home. The man held an arm out to him, motioning to the camp. They walked together inside. There were men walking around, long black hair, dark skin, tribal markings and strong statures. He felt like he was home. The men all stared as he walked past, some men touched him on the shoulers. They walked to a large podium, sitting on the edge, the older man turned to look at him, tracing the tattoo around his eye with his finger. 'This means great one. Did you do this?' Theanos shook his head. 'I didn't know what it meant.' The man grunted. 'We heard your prayer. You are one of us. Tell me, who is this elf in the tree. Your slave?' Theanos looked up to the tree where they had just been. He waved at Nevaeh, turning back to the man. 'I don't have slaves. She is family. As are you.'

The tribe were the only remaining people of the old ways left, his brother had Often spoken of them, he lived amongst them, as a brother. They were an army, a group of trained worriors.

'I have a sister, she is with us, also the eve's brother, he is strong, a pale worrior. If they can live here in peace, i should be much thankful.' the elder nodded, Theanos got up to fetch them. Walking over to Nevaeh, who was still in the tree, he smiled. 'My prayers have been answered.' he shouted up to her, his arms wide open to her. 'Please, come with me to fetch the other two, you are welcome to stay here.'

Nevaeh’s eyes widened as she was spotted in the tree, she knew she wasn’t well hidden but didn’t think herself that obvious. Keeping her place in the tree, she set down the bow from her eye line and watched the other Lycan intently, her pale green eyes illuminated by the light of the half-moon. As Theanos returned to her below the tree, she smiled back to him, the knowledge of the new tribe obviously brought him great happiness. “Then let’s not waste any more time, you go to your sister and I for my brother, I will keep to the trees, it is quicker that way.” Running back she came back to her brother and nodded, happy to see him asleep still. Coming up behind him Nevaeh ran and jumped on top of him. Alyan didn’t look at all pleased to be woken up so abruptly “Mani naa lle umien!?!?” She laughed. “Come brother, Theanos has found a Lycan tribe, we are to stay there for a while” Rubbing his eyes Alyan sighed heavily “Well you could of told me gently!” Helping him up Nevaeh lead the way through the tree’s staying close to the path that Theanos and Elayahi were going across. Coming close to where the tribe were The two elves jumped from the trees onto the floor, they didn’t know how accepting the Lycans would be.

Ooc; What are you doing!!?! /Ooc.

Whan they returned back to the camp, the men were assembled around a large fire, the chief at the head on a long table, along with the mage and a healer, the chief's wife and a very beautiful woman. Theanos led his group through the crowd, the men muttered, growling at the elves, bowing to him and sniffing confusedly at Elayahi. They reached the head of the table, only one seat left, assumedly for him. The chief stood, silencing them with a single movement of his hand. 'Our brother has returned to us.' he spoke, the night feeling eerily quiet, like something big and powerful was coming. 'The Prince will now speak, I give him the right over all of you to speak as one of us. Faolan, our blood brother, said he would come. One that is dark, and strong, yet soft of heart. Compassionate toward his brothers, but harsh in battle. He said he would come, and now he shall speak.' The chief turned to him, nodding. Theanos stood, Neaveh beside him, he felt around for her hand, grasping it tightly before letting it go again. 'My brothers.' he started, feeling the adreneline of the Lycans heating him 'I have come to ask of your help. My father has become vain, and selfish, and violent in his ways. He has corrupted the name of Lycan and has forced us to do the same. I introduce you now to my Clan. Elven, archer and worrior, Nevaeh Fayeorlha, her brother, a strong worrior the same, Alyan Fayeorlha. Finally my blood sister Elayahi Graddeoan.; Whispering became outraged cries. 'Oi!' Theanos shouted 'I will not have murmerings against her. She has betrayed her blood twin to join us. Geddyn, falling along the path of my father.' he paused, looking amongst the faces of the individual men 'I have started the conspiracy against the ways of my father, and ask you now to join me in this mission. As brothers. As men.' The Lycans gave to uproar in growls and snarls of agreement, like a battle cry. Theen smiled one-sidedly before turning to the chiefs table nodding to him and being led to a large tent-like hut near the center of the settlement. He lay down his things, ralising there was only one bed place, one for him. He wondered where the others would be sleeping but, his thoughts were shortlived as the cheif came in, swiflt followed by the beautiful woman who was sitting on the table with him. 'Theanos, this is my daughter Mihewi.' The girl moved to the side of her father. The girl was dark, as was the rest of her tribe, she had long black shining hair, feathers woven into it, sculpted cheekbones and dark brown eyes. She was tall, with long muscular legs, clothed in a sculpted turquoise bodice, shaped in the intimidating image of a finely sculpted female figure. Onto the bodice, was attatched a short fitted black skirt, she had bare feet and looked very stong. He took her hand leaning himself to kiss it and coming back up again with a dazzling smile 'Mihewi. A pleasure. What a beautiful name. Sunchild? Am I right.' The girl retracted her hand, a mischebous look playing in her eyes 'Indeed my prince, yours meaning Death.' He looked at her harshly, she bowed and left. 'I shall speak with you in the morning brother.' Theanos nodded, stopping him just as he was about to leave 'Where are my people staying.' The chief smiled 'wherever they like.'

Alyan grumbled behind his younger sister as they walked into the camp, he wasn’t the most accepting of Lycans at the best of times, let alone in the middle of the night. Nevaeh Walked directly behind Theanos as they approached a large fire with what seemed like all of the tribe members surrounding it. The grumbles and growls of the Lycans set Nevaeh on edge slightly, seeing disapproving eyes cast over herself and her brother. It hit home that not all Lycans were like Theanos and Elayahi; only making the two elves want to react in the same manor. Nevaeh even discretely reached for a throwing knife under her cloak but Alyan saw her intent and rested a hand upon Nevaeh’s shoulder. Do not worry, Theanos won’t let any harm come to you. He looked over to the Lycan with a raised eyebrow He bloody better not anyways. Nevaeh didn’t look up to Theanos as he grasped her hand quickly, she only returned favor. Stepping back to her brother as her name was called the pair looked at the Lycans with the same looks they gave Nevaeh and Alyan. Looking towards one and another as the Lycans called out in support to Theanos with a loud battle cry Nevaeh raised an eyebrow before turning back to face the groups of Lycans. She was going to attempt at giving them the same respect and affection as she did to Theanos and Elayahi but it seemed they weren’t all too keen on coming close to the Elves.

Watching Theanos leave to a large hut Nevaeh looked to some of the Lycans who were still staring at the three. I will give them something to stare at in a minute Alyan, were not some animals! Besides, look at them, brutish fools. The groups outside dispersed slightly it seemed to their own huts and tents. Stepping back to her brother again and gripping his hand tightly. He didn’t let go.

Theanos suddenly though of something, running out of the tent 'Mihewi!' he called, the girl turning with an alluring smile on her face. She walked over to him 'yes my prince?' Theen laughed enigmatically 'your heighness will do.' he winked at her, she laughed lightly. 'I was just wondering if i could get some on these...' he put his hand through her hair, grasping at the beads and feathers woven into them 'They're very pretty.' he said, charming her to within an inch of her death. she blushed. 'Thankyou prince, but i think your hair may be a bit short... no there is something my women can do with it, i'll send them over in the morning.' with that he smiled at her and she walked away. Theanos scanned the multitude for Nevaeh.

Watching the rest of the Lycans walk to their huts Nevaeh looked around a little, dragging Alyan with her. Their tents were odd, Nevaeh wondered where they were going to sleep for the night and how long they were going to be here. “You aren’t being very Receptive Nevaeh, trying seeing them as Theanos see’s you.” Rolling her eyes Nevaeh whispered “I can’t, Theanos is different and besides he is bound to treat me differently now he is being treated like a god.” Alyan laughed and shook his head, leading his sister back to where they left Theanos going into a tent. Seeing him looking around the pair let go of each other and walked closer. “All is well?” The pair asked, near in sync.

Theanos found Nevaeh. 'Hay! isn't this great! Where are you sleeping? I'm in there' he pointed over to his tent 'That girl's really nice.' he said 'she's called Mihewi, she's the chief's daughter, she said she would do my hair like theirs tomorrow, or get someone else to do it, i wasn't really listening. Oh Hi Alyan, where's Elayahi?' he was talking fast, clicking his toiunge even faster when he'd stopped speaking. Exitable was his mood, never being around people the same as him before, always feeling an outcast, he now felt at home. He spotted his sister on the lap of some other Lycan fellow, he was playing and sniffing around her hair suspiciously 'Put down!' Theanos shouted over to the guy 'you don't know where its been!' Elayahi made an obscene hand gesture to her brother before getting up and dissapearing behng the array of tents. He shook his head and laughed. 'Hay Nevaeh, come see the inside of my tent...' he said, grabbing ehr by the hand and pulling her inside, leaving Alyan to go and find Elayahi. Once he was alone with her, he kissed her violently, pulling back only to say 'looks great doesnt it?' He stopped again 'Hay, what do you think of these people then? pretty hot huh?' he sat down on the floor, pulling off his shirt and lying on the ground, yawning widely.

Nevaeh looked to her brother and Alyan looked back, they hadn’t planned to speak at the same time, shrugging it off a coincidence Nevaeh turned to face Theanos properly, she didn’t look angry or upset as such she just didn’t look too happy. Nodding to Theanos she smiled to her brother as he went off to look for Elayahi. Alyan weaved in and out of tents trying to find Elayahi, she should have been easier to find, seeing as she was so pale but it was dark still and Alyan wasn’t completely with it. “Elayahi? Where are you?” Nevaeh looked around the inside of the tent, before wrapping her arms around Theen’s neck “Impressive...” she smiled a little. Letting go she stood in the middle of the tent. “It’s okay, I guess...” She crossed her arms and looked around still. “They’re Lycans.” Eyes bolting open wide Nevaeh hit herself across the mouth “I didn’t mean it like that! I mean you saw the looks they gave Alyan and I didn’t you!?! I just feel like I’m back in the old city, where we are second class again.” Shaking her blonde hair for her face Nevaeh walked to the opening of the tent. “Ignore me Theanos; I’m just tired and unsettled. I need some air.”

Theanos' heart burned at her comment. He stood up following her out of the tent 'You know what? They take you into their home, you probably look like a bloody alien, they have no idea who you are, and you're being racist. The one thing i'm trying to diminish, Racism. You know what, if you hate my race so much, why are you here? Why are you here with me?' He was livid with her, when tired, true feelings slipped out. He had never said a single thing wrong against her race, and was now being bombarded with hateful comments. He walked back into his tent, furious with her and himself. There was a large purpose-built pool of water, he walked over to it and kneeled down, looking to his reflection. He looked rough, his face stubbled, his eyes dark and the circle around his eye casting a shadow. His hair was now longer, flopping over his face, he ran a hand through it, pushing it back. He sighed. 'Great. I'm a giant lumbering fool who looks like hell, and i've just shouted at a small fragile little elf... how low can you get...' Someone cleared their throat from behind him, making him jump. He turned around, seeing a young girl 'Sorry Prince Graddeoan... Mihewi sent me, said you wanted some adornment.' she was shaking, and looked very intimidated. He coughed. 'Yes... thankyou. What's your name?' he was always good at putting names to faces, he would remember her. 'Laikeido, sir.' she seemed to lighten up 'where would you like me to sit then...' he said, she pointed to his bed and he did as he was instructed, sitting crosslegged. she sat behind him 'Your hair is short, not like our other men.' she commented.

Half an hour later he sat in his tent alone, looking at his reflection again. His hair was now on end in all differant directions, spiked up. At the back, plaited into a particuarly long strand of black hair, were three small golden beads, and a black feather. He had a golden headband around his forhead. He looked like one of them, his eyes charcholed in black, he looked so differant.

Nevaeh turned around harshly to the Lycan Prince, her skin tinting red. “Amin feuya ten' lle! I will not be spoken to in such a way! Dolle naa lost, Lle naa haran e' nausalle arrghh!” She stopped dead in her tracks and stared down Theanos. “Yes! Why am I here, why with you!?! I could be off finding a path for myself. No so consumed in your own imagination, your dreams your needs!” She continued to shout as he walked back into the tent. Once he had disappeared into the tent, Nevaeh stormed to the entrance of the village. Alyan wasn’t having much Luck either, looking around the camp he couldn’t see Elayahi anywhere, he was worried she had ventured into a tent with some Lycan man but couldn’t bring himself to enter the tents, unsure of Lycan customs and such. Deciding to ask Theanos for instruction he walked lazily back to the tent and peered around the canvas. “Oh sorry, I was looking for.....no.....wow, Theen mate, you look....different! Good different mind, very cool, suits you....” He paused. “Mate, I came to ask you something, about Lycans and their territory, am I offending If I just walk in..... wait, where is Nevaeh? Wasn’t she with you?” Sitting on a broken tree just outside of the camp Nevaeh began to do what she was best at. Pulling out a bow she shot at falling leaves floating in the gentle breeze.

Theen turned around to see Alyan, atleast someone who wasnt angry with him. 'Sure, come sit down.' he said he sighed angrily at his comment about Nevaeh. 'Could be off shoving herself with her own arrow for all I care.' he muttered. 'Anyway, what is it you wanted? Customs?' Theanos listened as Alyan whined about not being able to find his sister and about wanting to go into the tents to find her but worrying about the Lycan's reactions if he did. Theen cut in before Alyan decided to carry on rambling 'No you can't go into another man's tent un announced, you have to be invited, unless you're a woman. Then you can go in as you like, however you're not a woman. And you havn't been invited into any man's tent in this whole camp, therefore no, is the answer. I really should kill you for coming into mine.' he grinned at Alyan's disheartened face. 'Do you want me to get her for you?' he asked. Alyan nodded.

'Okay.' he stood, leaving his tent, putting his fingers into his mouth and whistling loudly, another whisle came from further on in the menagerie of tents. He whistled again, and the reply came, closer, he whispered a third time, and Elayahi's head popped out from around a corner. She was differant also, half of her hair plaited backward in rows, the other half loose, woven with golden strands of ribbon and brown wooden beads. She turned around, showing off her new found family hair 'How'd you like it?' Alyan looked like someone had stripped naked infront of him. 'Put your tounge back in. She's my sister mate.' Theanos growled threateningly as she came up and grabbed the elves hand 'come on, yours is long now, might as well have it done.' they walked off, him smiling like a maniac. He shook his head.

Someone came around a half an hour later to paint his torso, another person around five minutes later, giving him some new clothes. He put on a pair of tight shorts and walked out of his tent. Sunrise almost, he could see better. They seemed to be nocturnal, filtering down to sleep when the sun came up. He didn't like that. He looked around for Nevaeh, bumping into a couple of men who saw fit to converse with him now he looked more like them, the walked to the outskirts of the village with them, they all scouting around for the elven girl. One of the men found her, shouting over in Lycan. He ran over to where she was in her tree, jumping up and batting at her foot. The two other men laughed with him. He called up to her in Lycan 'Oi, woman! get out the damn tree!' He said, not that she would be able to understand him, or recognise him, he did , indeed, looked like a completely different man. He jumped up, batting her boot again. 'Nevaeh come on!' he shouted back in universal.

Nevaeh climbed higher into the tree and continued to shoot arrows, looking down she had already used up all of her older arrows; the ones she really didn’t need, looking down to the path below her the sun lit the flints. Reaching into her bag Nevaeh jumped to hear a Lycan voice below her, looking down to the Lycan jumping up to her she hissed Violently and shot an arrow dangerously close to their foot “Mani uma lle merna.....” She growled down before the she saw the face of the Lycan. Shocked at Theanos’ somewhat transformation she sat on the tree branch and looked down to him. “You look...different....” Not sure of what to say. Looking at the two men laughing along with Theanos Nevaeh stared him down. “What do you want, I know when I’m not wanted around, I’m perfectly fine here...” she turned around, now standing on the thin branch looking out onto the path. “Go on, back to your people...”