Gravel flew as the Ferrari came careening into the gravel driveway. The vampire was dressed in dark blue jeans and an old sweatshirt, not his usual attire. His face was drawn and he was beginning to take on a haggard look. Gianni didn't know what to do anymore and he felt as if he were losing his mind. Why he came here, he wasn't sure, but he supposed it was the one place no one would blame him for the disappearance of his charge. Slamming the door to the car, Gianni leaned his head against the cool metal of the top. The vampire was tempted for the first time in a long time to actually cry.

Gently, he wiped his face with the back of his hand and moved to the front door. Hesitantly, he knocked and stood by the door trying to think what he could say to Phallon. After realizing that Rowan was indeed kidnapped, Gianni's mind had been split between worry for his charge and worry that Phallon may too fall victim to the horrors of those that were kidnapping young women. After chasing down what little leads there were for Rowan's case, he'd come over here to ascertain that Phallon was safe and to take inventory of her security system. Leaning against the doorjamb, he wished he hadn't given up smoking in the nineteen thirties.

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px] Eyes closed, Phallon rested on her couch, one hand over her swollen belly as she allowed Kats to mother her. Since she'd moved int the ancient dragon's dorm room well over a year and a half ago she'd been mothered nonstop. Now, she couldn't be gladder to have the older spirit helping her out. Especially as she grew closer and closer to reaching term, now officially in the final trimester and certainly looking like it. Mocha lay across her feet, the young Saluki female relaxed, and watching the large dragon with an obvious fascination. It had been like this since early morning, when Kats strolled in for a visit and caught Phallon balancing on a chair, trying to dust her book shelf. From that moment she'd been rushed to a couch, told to lay down, given the remote, and in an odd way watched with intrigue as Kats took over the house. It was odd, seeing the High Priestess move around preforming housework. She watched the Priestess more than the Television. Watched her dust. Vacuum. Clean up in general. Not to mention the fact she made her lunch and had brought it to her, once more enforcing the 'Phallon must rest'. Phallon had long ago finished the meal and now put most of her attention on the television before startling at a knock on the door, having not been expecting company. Instantly Mocha jumped up, rushing to the door, sniffing around it before there was a faint drop to her curled tails, her furry ears, and she set off in her 'intruder barking,' not knowing the scent. Phallon immediately began to sit up only to find a large dragon glaring at her and making her lay back down. Sighing the pregnant teen rolled her eyes, "Fine, will you please see who is at the door then, Kats, since you're not going to let me do it. . . .

[/color]" Her voice rose slightly, "Mocha! Sit![/color][/b]" The dog instantly obeyed, her barking lowering to more of a growly sound until she received the order of "Caution!" The order that told the dog to act with caution, and only defend i given the word to do so. The dog instantly sat quietly by the door, eyes locked on it as if she could see through the door to glare at who ever was behind it for not being a scent she knew. Phallon sighed, and met Kats gaze, "Be . . . . semi-non aggressive, if that's not too difficult, alright?[/color]"

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[atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/katmiddle.png] Kao was desperate to get out of the dorms. Liam had been lurking around the door, a cloud of depressed doom for no apparent reason. And after whom she’d assume was possibly Keanu, had moved the plants that she used as pathway markings for her ‘sight’ once more, she was just desperate for some alone, quiet time. Kao had stormed out of the dorm in a hurricane of ruffled feathers and nasty language (Liam’s face was priceless at this point). Let the two males have their own days to themselves, she didn’t want a thing to do with their presences right now. Ugh, Katswiri was rubbing off on her way too much. Kao had willingly relinquished control over to Kats when the dragon had requested some bonding time with her precious Turtle Duck. Kao could get her rest (her training was utterly exhausting her) and Kats could finally get her own relaxation time. Only when the blue dragoness landed in the fire dragoness’s yard and entered the house to discover her teetering dangerously on the edge of a chair (Kao liked to reply the scene over and over to show that, Phall was in fact not teetering), she knew her relaxation day was done with. A quick stern glare had the pregnant dragon lying on the couch being as lazy as she could possibly be and the very irked High Priestess running around doing chores. She was sure by now, Phallotine had picked up on her bad mood. Kao had the right mind to not even think of what had transpired last week with that Earth dragon. And honestly, Kats wasn’t too sure if that was a good thing or bad. Everything was building up and coming to a head. The Ancient Dragon snorted a quick puff of cool air along a top shelf, using a feathered wing to delicately brush along the surface. It was moments like these, she was grateful for her small size and bipedal form complete with ambidextrous hands and opposable thumbs. Even if Phall’s house did allow a moderately sized dragon to walk around freely, Kats was still small compared to most dragons as a height of roughly eight feet at her shoulder, twelve at her head. On all fours mind you. Katswiri quickly settled into a routine of cleaning, and soon the whole house was coming together. It felt like the old days, trailing behind the youngsters, picking up toys, scuffing out claw and scorch marks marring the marbled halls. And when lunch came around, she settled for a good balance of healthy and crave satisfying. She remembered when her belly had swung low with eggs and the disastrous cravings for some of the most unhealthiest and outlandish items. Copper had been her thing back then, and though it was healthy in the sense it harden her scales, it disrupted the magic lacing her horns that caused them to crystalize into diamonds and gave her severe migraines when digested in large amounts. She was just about done with the daily chores and ready to get settled down for some proper alone time with her Turtle Duck, when there was a loud clattering of gravel being thrown outside. The air rippled around her, the collar’s gem pulsing around her neck unbidden. It curled beneath her skin much like how Liam’s electricity sparked harmlessly (occasionally harmless that is) across his scales. The dog barking only confirmed her suspicions that maybe this guest was not welcome. Obviously the dog didn’t know them, but Phall had her own life now, so maybe she had made friends outside their little circle of scaly, feathery friends. She glared at Phall as she attempted to stand. ”The whole point of me bing here to technically be your bitch for the day. I know plenty of people who’d jump on the idea of their queen subject to their every whim,” she grumbled prickily. God, everything was rubbing her the wrong way recently. She needed a break. She dropped to all fours to traverse to the door, snorting a puff of air at the canine in a mockingly playful manner. She enjoyed the dog being around to help protect Phall when no one was around, and Phall had one of her crystals for emergencies. But that didn’t mean she really appreciated the barking. ”Move mutt before I decided that roasting your puny ass might actually be worth it,” she grumbled as the dog moved out her way delicately. She gave it a gentle nuzzle in thanks as Phall quested her to be ‘nice.’ She snorted a puff of steam as she opened the door while calling over her shoulder, ”Fine, I’ll only peel off ONE layer of skin this time. No promises if it’s that waterlogged boyfrien-” the scent that burned her nostrils and made her silken mane spike ominously quickly told her that no, it was not Keanu. She turned burning, fiery copper eyes to the vampire standing at the doorstep and pushed down the urge to blow skin peeling steam in his face. She looked him up and down slowly, her lips quirked up to reveal one polished, ivory canine. White sparks of power danced from the plate size gem set in the collar around her chest. ”Little Duck, where do you keep the extra salt? I’m afraid you have a rather disgusting leech on your doorstep,” she snapped, voice cold as the ice locked land she’d been born in millennia ago. God help her too, if Phall took one step off that couch when her voice, her lovely voice that had once been so silent, could suffice just as well. Amount: 940 Notes: why ya gotta be so meaaaaaan Kats? Muse: good! Outfit/Dragon form: CLICK Tune: Walking Dead <3333 Tags: Phall/DYZZ, Gianni/MIKKO

A hand tore through dark locks as he heard a dog bark inside. So she'd purchased a dog after all, oh well he thought. His ears listened as he picked up the movements of someone heavy coming to the door. Having witnessed Phallon in both dragon and human form, he could tell from sound and smell that it wasn't the dear fire dragon which couldn't be good. In his state, Gianni looked like a junkie who'd run out of snuff and was looking for more. His face was drawn and his eyes red. He was in need of some comfort and he was beginning to think that he wasn't going to find it here. Though until Rowan came back to light, he'd find comfort nowhere that much he knew. His phone bill would be through the roof from all the calls he'd received and returned from her family and friends while trying to track her down. So far he was coming up empty. No one around here had any need to hurt her, and he was beginning to fear that her disappearance had to do with the disappearances and attacks on others. He and Phallon had spoken of the attacks before but know his worst fears were coming to light.

When the door was wrenched open by someone other than Phallon, his shoulders fell and he sighed darkly. As the female dragon snarled off something about salt to presumably Phallon who he couldn't see, his dark mood got worse. He found it hard to hold his tongue but he'd do it for Phallon's sake. "I don't feed on supernaturals and of all people Phall has nothing to worry about from me." He put a hand on the doorway but made no move to come into the house. He needed no invitation to enter since he'd helped her get the money to buy the house and helped set her up with the realtor. The vampire's eyes were dark but he was in no need to feed...yet. "I'd simply like an audience with Phallon if that can be arranged." He put his hands into his hoodie pockets and waited until the dragon spoke again.

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon smiled innocently to Kats, laying back down, and letting the dragon go around adn do what she wanted, smiling at Mocha and Kats interactions, the Saluki happily bouncing to the side for the dragon, seeming delighted in the attention she received even as she stood guard by the door to protect her mistress. Of course, Phallon's smile dropped at the word choices for Keanu, "It's rude to call Keanu waterlogged, and he's not my boyfriend. We're just friends.

[/color]" Phallon muttered, knowing the dragon would be able to hear, even as she sat up to try and figure out who it was, before hearing the terms 'leech' and 'doorstelp.' Instantly the pregnant dragon was wiggling off the couch, groaning as she knew this was not going to go over well. As if her guardian wasn't over protective enough, "No salt is need, Kats. Let Gianni in![/color]" The dragon called from the living room, when she realized the tone in the other's voice, and decided to stay on the couch, though she did manage to sit up.

She winced when she heard Gianni speak, his tone seeming civil but she could hear the edge in the undertone that showed how hard it was for him to behave, and if she could hear it, Kats probably could to. Sighing, she called again, "Kats! Let him in, damn it. Do not upset me, I'm freakin' pregnant here![/color]" The fire dragon grumbled, arms crossed over her growing belly as she sighed, finally shoving off the couch, Mocha instantly running to her side to make sure her mistress stayed stable as she moved towards the two by the door, keeping behind the higher ranked dragon, "I'm sorry, Gianni. Kats is being overbearingly protective of me and the baby since she discovered that she gets to be god mother.[/color]" Instantly the smile fell from the fire dragons face, taking in the look of Gianni, and frowned, "Gianni? What's wrong?[/color]"


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[atrb=background,http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a13/lilbarrelracer429/katmiddle.png] Her molten eyes took in his appearance with critical care and she did not like what she saw. He didn’t appear unstable enough to challenge a dragon, and her magic, only riled up because she was, seemed placid enough around him. But he was an unnatural, his kind was spawned as a dark stain long ago by the Gods to test the world. Him being a leech was enough for her to immediately not like Phallontine being around him. She quirked her lips higher to reveal a few more teeth in disgust at his dark sigh, the magic around him was tainted from his obvious foul mood. She peered down her elegant snout as though looking upon some quite disgusting blemish, and honestly to the Great Queen he was. ”Your diet is the least of my concerns, leech,” she snarled, the magic rippling through her mane to cause the silken strands to slowly start to crystalize. His hand upon the doorframe sent a flare of alarm and she growled low, showing her full teeth and snapped in his direction, the crest of horns on her cheeks rattling against each other in warning. His tone did not help at all. She was three seconds away from knocking him into next week when she heard Phall calling. Her ears twitched behind the row of horns that ceased rattling. ”What are you gonna do, Phall, sit on me?” she snapped back, not really bothering to watch her tone. She rattled her horns again, snorting a sharp jet of steam in Gianni’s face, ”Try me, you fucking gutter rat. I’m itching for some bloodshed after my weekend,” she spat. Oh, little did she know how much she would be wanting none in such a short time. She was so busy pinning Gianni with an acid stare she missed Phallotine moving off the couch. She glared openly at her Turtle Duck over her shoulder. She stepped aside seeing no other choice and stalked off back into the kitchen, the flat of her tail blade smacking in the swinging door behind her wake. She knew she was acting quite like a kid, but did she honestly give a flying fuck? Nope, not all. If you think Kats was worried or cared about her behavior, HA! You didn’t know Kats. Kats went about the kitchen, cleaning up the pans from when she had made lunch and began to slowly make plans about when she could cook for Phall for dinner. She didn’t really plan to stay the night, but like hell she wanted to return to that stuffy dorm and leave Kao to fend for herself. Liam was busy sniffing around after that damned female dragon he was so obsessed with. She decided to wait until Phall had finished her “audience” with that Gianni to talk to her. If she spent one more minute in this house with that putrid blood sucker, she might just burn the whole place down. The place that his money had bought. She snarled viciously as she tossed a rag into the soapy water. It pissed her off to no end that Phallotine had the idea to move out and turn to a vampire for help. A Fire Dragon, turning to an unnatural for help?! Had she not been there enough for her? Had she been there too much? Had she done something to make Phallotine made that the fire dragon had got in her head to move out. On her own. Away from her. ’She’s not your child,’ a little voice in her head said quietly. ’No,they took them away from me,’ Kats answered hotly. Liam was no longer rising to her jests and vining after someone else, Keanu was off in lala land and had been distance for months, Phall was just plain out of reach. And that damn gold bastard was around every corner she turned, her personal stalker of mind, body, and soul. Her magic quivered at the sight of him, and it pissed her off that it turned to a limp noodle that refused to heed her desires and commands in his presence. The collar around her neck grew hot enough to burn her skin. Kats hissed at the unexpected pain and pawed at the gem fruitlessly, the necklace would never leave her skin. The magic was mad at her now too! For what, saying she commanded it?! It was true, she did! The magic, for a lack of a better description, bitch slapped her in protest. The magic bowed to no one, it worked with her not for her. Her own personal magic, yes, was her servant but it was not a nature made magic. Kats slunk out of the kitchen back into the living room. She lay in front of the row of windows, crossing her arms and resting her long neck on top of them. She winced as the burns along her neck protested. She assumed the position very akin to that of a lounging cat, her feathers rustling as her wings moved to tuck tightly against her spine, revealing the massive knot of claw marks, freshly scarred, that gruesomely marred her rib cage. She angled her wing joints down to cover the silver collar and burns. She kept one ear on the conversation just a few yard away and turned her other inward, listening to the gentle hum of Kaotanya’s voice. If she had no one else, she could at least count on the inseparable bond with her host. Kats vaguely began to wonder at what point she had turned to the naïve, selfless, foolish Wind Dragon for comfort. ’When I realized just how much like the old me she is,’ she finally admitted. Amount: 946 Notes: yea Kats, be a whiney little brat xD Muse: okay Outfit/Dragon form: CLICK Tune: nothing Tags: Phallotine/DYZZ, Gianni/MIKKO

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Gianni bit the inside of his lip to keep himself from being snarky toward the dragon he didn't know. She obviously had a problem with his kind, but he wasn't here to have a swear off with a dragon. He really hated to hear the word leech. After all, he didn't live off the pain of others and he only ate when he needed to. Deep down, Gianni needed Phallon's company and needed someone who wasn't wrapped up in his typically realm of contacts. For days, he'd been fielding phone call after phone call and when not doing that he'd been chasing down even the most remote possibility that he might be able to find Rowan.

He smiled gently at Phallon as she walked up. Her appearance changed his whole countenance. The vampire sagged against the door and smiled at her. "You look ravishing, Phall." He stepped in as the other dragon walked off. "Let's get you settled back down on the couch and then I'll talk to you." He ruffled her hair. "I just wanted to make sure you were safe." He refused to mention yet about Rowan's disappearance the less people who knew the better about his failure to protect her at the moment. When she'd gone missing, he'd been dying to come see Phallon, but had been trying to resist the urge to seek comfort from a friend when he should be out seeking out the one he'd been put in charge of. He sat on the arm of the couch and patted the couch. "Sit down, lovely one, you need your rest at this time."

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon sighed, listening to the arguing at the door, even attempting to soothe the murderous dragon didn't help, the retort only getting shoved into her face, and she huffed in annoyance. She was not that big . . . . "I could always call a certain earthdragon to distract you." She muttered under her breath, not loud enough for the other dragon to hear. She moved forward though, sighing as she was glared at before watching the priestess storm into the kitchen, glad the flat of her tail blade collided with the door, and not the sharp end of it. Mocha growled once at Gianni before moving to sit next to her mistress, not being comfortable with the male being around, but she'd do anything to keep her mistress happy. Phallon smiled at the man, amused when he sagged against the door, before stepping in, "Ravishing? When a vampire says that, it makes it sound like meal time." She teased, before nodding when he suggested getting her to go back to the couch, rolling her eyes about safety, "I promise, I am undeniably safe. Between Kats, Keanu, Taboo, Mocha, and now you, I fear I'll be never left alone.

[/color]" Not that she liked being alone, of course. She sank back onto the couch, taking delight in the ability to sink back into the cushions and relaxing as she lay down, the weight off her feet, smiling slightly in amusement at him, "All I ever do is rest. It's why my dragon likes Keanu's visits, he's all for going into town with me. Everyone else acts as if I'd pop any second. I still have two months or so left. It's only the end of October, I'm not due until closer to Christmas, remember.[/color]"

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Gianni noticed that the female dog growled at him. "So I take it no females in this house find my presence desirable at the moment." The vampire muttered under his breath. He really wasn't happy with the cool welcome he'd been exposed to. It certainly didn't help his already dark mood. He looked darkly at the dog. "I'm not going to hurt your master, doll. I simply wanted to check on her. I'll take nothing from the house that I didn't come in with." His eyes were dark as he looked at Phallontine. Once she was settled back onto the couch he was glad. Gently, the vampire played with the ends of her hair as he tried to think of how to speak with her.

Phallon's comment actually made Gianni chuckle a bit. "I find that most of my...victims are not ravishing...instead they are often tatooed and no fun. Easy come easy go in my line of work. I don't prey on the innocent and beautiful people such as you." He flashed his fangs for effect anyway though. He knew better than to think that Phallon would possibly scared of them. As she spoke of safety, Gianni put his head in his hands. "Don't say such things, it's impossible to be too safe. I thought the same about...." HE choked on his words and found it hard to speak. He couldn't bring himself to say her name. The vampire found it hard to unload his problems on her. The vampire rose out of his silence as she spoke of resting. Since the dragon looked like a balloon that might pop, he didn't think rest was a bad idea. Rising, he paced in front of her. "You do need rest though...I just had to be sure you were okay...Things are so out of control at the moment. I...I needed to be sure." As she mentioned her due date, he looked at her and smiled gently. "I remember...I remember and I await with impatience, but I still think you look like a balloon that could go at any second." The vampire went back to pacing as he tried to think of whether he should talk to Phallon about his problem or not. Finally, he decided that he might as well. He'd come this far. "I...Rowan's gone...I don't know where or why but she's gone and I'm in deep shit over it."

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]Phallon laughed, smiling at the vampire, "Oh, am I a nobody then?

[/color]" She asked teasingly before looking down at Mocha, petting the pooch's head, "Don't worry, Gianni. She's just protective . . . and doesn't know you yet. Once she becomes used to your presence she'll warm up to you." She assured with a smile as she settled on the couch, glancing up at the vampire as he played with her auburn hair, twirling with the ends of it, before chuckling and explaining what his usually victims tended to look like, adding that he didn't prey on innocent, and beautiful people, tying her in to those descriptions, causing her to blush, even as she laughed at him flashing his teeth, "Flatterer." She accused, before tilting her head when his head fell to his hands, his words choking out and the young dragon started to frown, sitting up slowly as he seemed to change the subject, speaking about wanting to make sure she was okay, how things were out of control, "Gianni? Is everything alright?" She asked before rolling her eyes at his next work, "I'm not that big!" She squeaked indignantly. Finally though she found out what was wrong, about Rowan disappearing and instantly she put a hand over his, "Gone . . . you don't . . . you don't mean she was . . . was kidnapped do you? Gianni?[/color]" SHe asked, her voice thick with worry, and rising in volume.

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Gently, the vampire hugged her. He'd never needed contact with another living being as badly as he needed it now. He needed to be sure she was okay, to hug her and let her know that though he'd not been around he'd thought of her. Despite his own intentions, he found he had deep feelings for the dragon that he didn't quite understand. "You know you are not a nobody especially not to me." He whispered. Just as gently he released her as they spoke of the dog. He laughed as she spoke of the dog and worry. "I don't worry. I could outrun her in a moment."

"You say that only because you don't know how pretty you are, Phallon." He muttered in response to her calling him a flatterer. He smiled ever so small before the his whole attitude changed. He couldn't help but reveal to her his reason for coming. He shook his head in exasperation as she tried to figure out what was wrong. As he revealed the source of his discomfort, she grasped the same straw he did. "I'm afraid so. I found where they must have picked her up. There was so much blood, but no body and not enough for her to be dead...just severly injured." He shook as he paced the floor unable to stand still and unable to understand what his next move should be. "Her family knows...They're dying to come and cause unbridled bloodshed...Phall, if I don't find her...we'll have a trained force of werewolf assassins roaming the city killing anyone and everyone they think might stand in their way." Suddenly he moved to the couch and sat. "I don't even know where to begin. I've already looked the places I know, informed the school and the police. No one is doing anything and I don't know what to do next."

[atrb=border,0,true] [style=width:390px; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 12px; color: 883538; text-align: justify;padding-left: 15px]The young dragon hugged the vampire back, worried about him and what all of this disappearing, especially with his charge now involved, would do to him. She smiled faintly at his whispered words and gently waved his words away, smiling before looking down at the dog, relieved to hear him laugh as she stroked the fur of the pup's head, though at his next words she tilted her head, glancing up at him amused, "See, Flatterer. I'm barely above average." She declared before listening to him speak about everything,s ighing when he agreed that his charge must have been kidnapped, before speaking about what the family would do, and how nobody was seeming to do anything. "You have to have faith, Gianni. You've just got to have faith.

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