Faya blinked. "Survive?" She bit her lip, worried as to what that meant. She squeezed Martel's hand with her own invisible one, slightly stepping forward.
"Well great history lesson Martel but what does that have to do with NOW?" Faya growled again, wondering now though about the Novellas.
"What's that have to do with now? The paintings are moving!" Faya growled, unsure who they were. "And no, to answer your question, I don't know."
Randall nodded to Izzie, though whimpering as he backed to Finley to stop her spraying pepper oil. Finley stopped, watching Randall with a confused expression, but keeping up her pepper spray.
Faya looked around, her eyes darting to the paintings. Her body was feeling heavy under the weights of the paintings' stares. She almost shrank back, but her jumpy feet kept in front of Martel. "What're you doing?" she glared.
Finley headed outside, kicking away the wolves trying to bite at her feet. She noticed Izzie fighting a larger wolf, but unable to use her weapon, so she just spritzed the rest of the pack. Randall yelped to avoid the spray, but went to help Izzie instead to not allow this wolf to ruin his home.
Randall jumped out the door, biting the nearest wolf he could. His eyes were wild, burning with the need to protect his home as the supposed alpha. Finley checked outside, realizing the fact that the supposed dogs were fighting with wolves. She looked through her pantry, and her spice cabinets, finding a bit of a lethal weapon. "Pepper sprays..." She kept some spray cleaner bottles full of different levels of pepper heat in case of dangers. She decided the ghost chili, though there were risks of hurting Randall and Izzie. There was no choice for the time, so out she ran, holding her windex bottle of ghost chili extract spray.
Randall's ears pricked up, whimpering. He looked towards the door, trotting over to figure out what the howling was about. Finley looked around, a little un-nerved by the howling. She noticed Randall heading off to the door, causing her to worry further as she followed.
Finley stared outside, night had come quickly. She started to make dinner, the howl a bit painful to hear. She jumped a bit as Randall nudged against her leg. "Y-You startled me sweetie." she lightly chuckled.
Randall wasn't going to say he wasn't a half breed, but the idea of Danny telling Izzie to kill his mother was something he wouldn't allow. "Just please, don't cause problems." he huffed, shifting back into his wolf form and heading back inside the house through the flap.
Well then happy birthday, Sweetie, I hope the day becomes everything you desire and more!
Chel, dear, you're seventeen today?
Randall shifted back to human, stretching his arms and legs as he adjusted his collar. "You better not do anything." he growled. "I will not let you stay here if you hurt mother."
Eden sighed, she would ask the others later. For now, she continued to take away rocks and dodge the small falling ones. Her face was troubled.
ooc: Eden's with Wesely and Riku underground xD;
Eden grumbled lowly. "Wesely, you didn't answer my question. Did I die?" She inched closer with each word, her eyes sparking with that hidden rage from a grudge her body knew very very well.
Randall nervously followed Izzie, while Finley decided to cook a bit of morning ham as a snack for the new guest. Randall's ears flapped back, as an way to show his feelings. He headed outside the door through a doggy flap, unlocked for the morning. I wonder if she'll follow me...
Finley sighed, getting up from her chair to try and pet little Izzie. "There there, now, um..." she paused, unsure what to say next. "Oh! Um, you can just go about the house. Randall might soften up to you... He's awful shy of other dogs." Randall whined more, wanting to run out of the house and just be himself for once. But with that hunter on him and the werewolf around, the thought of trying horrified him.
Faya huffed, annoyed her attempt failed. "I am no street rat." she silently hissed under her breath. "So, Neo, on a comepletly different topic.... would such a King of Haven be able to heal me arms from the experiments? I need them for my job. No one thinks of a dancer with disabled arms worth much."
Eden remembered what she had been doing, then let go of Wesely's hand awkwardly, but then trying the task of moving the rocks. She only wondered about some things... "Wesely, did I ever really die?" she asked the dreaded question. "Did it involve you?"
