SHE'S MY GRAVEYARD BABY, SHE'S MY . . .

Her eyes narrowed slightly in wait of the males reply, though she knew to be better patient than not. Hawthorne needed members, more so they needed someone to keep up with training the youngsters in combat. She needed to stop letting her family be so high in ranks, before others accused her of favoritism. Vladimir was reaching the age of being able to be called a Gamma, something of the same respects but only showing wisdom instead of fighting.

”Hooz it goin’? I’m Jekyll, nice to make yer acquaintance.” His accent made her head cock to the side, though he was able to speak fluently she wondered of where he had picked up that way of speaking. Where was this man from? ”I was round and aboot, having a wee neb at what this is all about.”

She took a small pause, not daring to step out from the darkness that helped her eyes from straining. Then she spoke, collecting her thoughts. "Well Jekyll, it's nice to meet you." She spoke, her eyes not leaving his whether he broke her stare or not. "These lands behind me are called Hawthorne, where I rule with my mate, Nibris. If you're not careful at night, you may find yourself becoming a snack wandering around these parts." She said with a small smirk. "My family resides here as well, three generations of us. And a lot of us, though not changed yet aside from myself, have a knack for canine blood."

She rose her head, looking briefly back to her home before to him. "If you wish to join us you are more than welcome. It will offer you a place to call home, as well as protection. No one will dare harm someone of Hawthorne, and if they do I will settle at nothing until they are found and removed from the land of the living."

Lucaya;