Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

The werewolf's words were hard to take. To believe such sympathetic words towards her father, a VanBuran, would ever emerge from the lips of a DeLune. This war had effect so many. Even the humans had been dragged into this, with very little knowledge. Gabby heard the sorrow in his tone. For the longest time she thought the DeLunes to be emotionless, save for their rage. With the exception of one. Growing up was bound to rob anyone of the innocent and untainted view that children were known for. The one moment of peace she could actually remember. She remembered telling him with a fit of laughter that he smelled like wet dog, only to be splashed with water and chased down the edge of the river. What she would not give for more simpler times. Her thoughts were broken at the sound of the Lycan's laughter. As her eyes turned from the sight of the flames to his weakened warrior like physic as he spoke. It was obvious that something had happened. She knew of the death of the oldest heir of the Lycans. it was an onslaught that still plagued her dreams. Nothing thus far had been news to her except about the middle heir. At first his little hint did not register, but it struck as he was laughing and the dead organ known as her heart sunk. He was a DeLune. The Delune. Stop your laughing or you will die, and I am not referring to your wound this time. S he stood up from the chair having to take a deep breath. The air rancid with the scent of his blood. She needed a moment to herself. Her mind was swimming with countless thoughts. Many with horrid and heinous results. Already she could see her brother's arrival and discovering her guest. That thought frightened her more than the idea of the Lycans taking her home by force. She emerged from the bed chamber, still disgusted at the thought of who currently occupied her sofa. She poured a cup of water and sat it at his side. Arms crossed as green orbs looked down upon him and then observed his bandages. I see nothing funny about this. I have put my people at risk to help you. With this, my family will think that I have truly betrayed them. Even my brothers. The frustration and weight of the news was crashing down hard upon her shoulders. She couldn't kill another being even if her life depended on it. Yeah, in instinct she could slaughter someone, if put in a split second situation. Nice or not, she was still a pure blooded VanBuran. Oh if looks could kill. After you... I'm done. I can no longer help your kind any longer. Perhaps if I am lucky, both sides will die out. But the sooner you are gone, the better. I usually do not care what people do when they leave my home, but knowing that you are just going to go back out there and aim for my family's life? I might as well be wielding the blade myself. She paced before the fireplace. Her thoughts were frantic and scattered. Do you know the advantages you have right now? You are in the heart of a VanBuran home and here you sit laughing. Your family is looking for you. I doubt it will be long before they are knocking down my door. My brother's will know something is amiss and send someone to check on me. Why could I just not have let you die? She spoke out loud with a groan before sitting in the high back chair with a sigh of defeat. Her pretty little head throbbing from this important news. What is done, is done. More importantly, you can not be seen here. No one enters my chambers without my permission, not even my brothers. Yes, even after the news she wasn't going to be the reason for his death. DeLune or not. A knock sounded from her door and a small gasp was sucked in. Who is it? She immediately responded, standing on her feet. Agatha, M'Lady. A sigh of relief was granted. Enter. The portly little lady cautiously granted herself admittance and approached her mistress. How does he fair M'Lady? She looked at him and shook her head ever so slightly. He is alive. I just need him healed and out of her as soon as possible. Agatha nodded her head, We shall have hi moved to anot- No! No, Agatha, he can not be moved. He is in no condition to be moved and his wounds have yet to even seal themselves up. He's lost enough blood as is. She was not going to tell anyone who she harbored within her own home. Agatha would throw a tantrum if she knew. Just... bring me some food for him and another goblet for myself. Tell the guards I am trying to catch up on relaxing and if they have anything to report, to tell you. Agatha was a tad suspicious of her Lady's behavior, but left to do Gabriella's bidding. The only female heir of the VanBuran family sat upon the chair once more. A VanBuran heir and a DeLune heir in the same room and not a drop of blood shed. What am I going to do with you? It was an honest question. She had not the slightest clue. I can not kill you. Nor do I condone bloodshed within my home. I will not be responsible for the loss of a life, even if it is yours . He was easy on the eyes, otherwise the reminder of his last name made her want to look away. Why should I even keep you alive? Then again I highly doubt that this war would end with your death. Right now she just wished to crawl beneath the warm covers of her bed and close her eyes for a decade or so.