Watching members disperse, War kept silent waiting for Saban to get through with speaking with Siana. He had approached Siana right after her grey came down from his rear. They’d been talking a great deal, giving War a sour taste. Though he liked Saban as a warrior, he wasn’t very keen on him around the opposite sex. Specially not Siana.

He gave a grunt of unpleasantries as members nodded in his general direction. It wasn’t till a older male grunted back, did War notice Annabelle slipping off towards the manor. Her slinking way was causing War’s beast to snarl, his idea the woman was now pushing her plan into motion, was one they both disliked.

Together Saban walked along side Siana’s mount, his hand resting on her thigh as if it were a place for it to be. War held his dark glazed eyes. If there was a time for that stallion to become aggressive, now would be perfect. Saban caught his gaze, making his heart rate spike just enough to give War a pleasantly warm buzz.

Picking a female to be yours is much like humans, you pick attributes you like about her, find things in common to hold more ground. Perhaps even realize you were always meant to be. But for War, he found it was a bit different with his kins way of life. They were harder, less tempted by useless materials, focused more on what both could aid to the whole of their kin. Many of the males were able to do just as female could, and vise versa. Females way back when were warriors in their own rights, it died down some after the great war, but they were still able to protect themselves should they need to.

For War it was like watching his older brothen return through Siana’s eyes. Her skills were that of his, while picking up a few tricks of her own. She still had the feminine ways of charming a male, but never used them for some unknown reason. This was something he didn’t understand, Siana had the ability to manipulate many around her. But choose not to, or so he thought. She played fair, even with the upper hand, Siana still gave them a match worthy of kings.

Its what got him thinking, thinking that this was why so many wanted her, and so few would ever get as close as he had. Something about losing that closeness burn at his eyes. He knew she’d find her one, a man worth standing beside her. Running a list of potential suitors through his had, War couldn’t think of a one that would come close to being right for her. He blamed Margrett for putting such silly thoughts their in the first place, as the Harvest was soon coming upon them.

Squeezing his face with his left hand, War groaned moving back toward his manor. For him this was far more stressful than battlefields, at least their he knew what may lay a head.

Each step closer he took towards his chambers, only made him want to leave that much sooner. However his discomfort may be with the pesk of Lady Annabelle’s unspoken threat may be, War knew he needed to see this till the very end. Or at least till she was somewhat on her way home. A mind so full of thought he could barely manage to hold one together while another crashed in, overtaking that of another thought.

He didn't’ care for the taste it brought him, nor did he enjoy the very idea of Lady Annabelle becoming more of a thorn in his side. If that woman ever just took what came her way and let it be, War swore it would be a cold day in Hades palace. He grunted at the mere thought, pushing his chamber door open, only to kick it closed with a thud.

With the bang he froze, eyes dilating to pure ebony. All thoughts of Lady Annabelle leaving well enough alone, vanishing with every cracking of his bones. She had done it, pushed her boundaries too far. War stood close to his door, a moment of fear mixed with adrenalina. Pumping his thick blood through puffing veins.

War llicked his partched lips to the overly shy ivory skinned female, wearing little more than her day dress. Eyes a sea green mixing with rays of orange hazel lights. His nose flared to her overly scents perfume, a scent of flowers if he guessed correctly. Composing himself he dared a step towards her.

“Madeline, I see your mother has willed you onward.” She tried a smile, but her meekness held it back.

“Hello War, she has.” She tucked a strand of golden bliss behind her ear. They stood silently, each one unsure of how to proceed, yet already knowing its outcome.

Each stroke of her brush calmed Shirgar’s muscles, Siana’s hand rubbed down his impressive neck. Each pad of her finger felt his soft furs shift. She had been smiling far more than she could ever remember, a feeling so impeccable wonderful, she half expected her heart to pull from her chest. After so many summers of sheer pain, loneliness and utter discomfort, Siana was starting to feel alive, free but more importantly...respected.

She knew this lifestyle was one many would flee from, she herself had wanted to do just that. But after viewing with awakened eyes, Siana was starting to understand little by very little just what it meant to be called-kin.

The word itself was something she’d read a thousand times over, its meaning was different than that of what she once heard from her biological family. Siana held the brush against Shirgar’s coat, her mind and eyes dropping to the stone flooring in remembrance of them. Did they miss her? Had her father sent out search parties in hopes of gaining her back? Did her mother cry when soldiers returned empty handed, or did they just give up and forget her completely.

These were just a few of her unanswered questions, along with what was she now. No one spoke of the bloodline, their ways were hushed secrets, even the books did not tell tales of. Shirgar snorted, bringing Siana back to her present state. With a nod she finished brushing his muscles while tossing him more hay.

Knowing rest was in great need, her feet did their best to quickly carry her to where she wanted to be. But upon entering the manor, Siana found her feet moving to War’s chambers. Perhaps they did it out of habit- or lack there of. She didn’t know the reason for their choice, just that she now stood before his heavy door. Taking it as a sign, Siana thought it best to tell him face to face she was moving out. A respect he did deserve.

Lungs filled with deep breaths, a calming rode over Siana’s body to each one exhaled. She didn’t know why her heart was beating so rapidly, or why she felt a guilt so heavy it pitted her stomach. But it was there. Just holding her back from turning his doorknob. Shredding every muscle in her arms, weakening them from even lifting a feather. She needed to do this, to have a peaceful mind and less whispering shadows around her.

She took hold of that handle, pressing down slowly, as if it would scream to any fast movements. Her eyes crashed closed sucking in one more breath for whatever luck, peace or what have you may come. The left of her foot stepped forward pushing her weight into her palm, bringing that handle down and out of her personal space. Another step and her eyes poured open. Half expecting to see him seated once more in his chair by the fire, Siana froze to the view she was beholding. A view so devastating, she wished her eyes had just stayed closed for all intensive purposes.

“Siana!” His words weren’t above a whisper, but that didn’t mean they didn’t shatter against her eardrums like broken glass. Ivory skin, all the way to her heels, nothing to shelter her from his viewing. Nothing at all. That woman, whoever she was gasped grabbing her pooled dress around bare ankles. She did her best to cover what she could, but Siana knew it did little good.

“Forgive me, I...I must go” She couldn’t do this, couldn’t watch anymore- hear anymore- smell anymore. Before his feet could take a step around that woman, Siana crashed his door closed. Her feet took off faster than ever before. Eyes stinging with a blaze, she rushed past many who looked at her crazied.

Hearing her name call from Margarette did nothing to slow her progress. Air, fresh air was all she wanted- at the moment. Siana didn’t care about what he thought anymore, she needed to get out of this place. Wasting no time, Siana bullied her way into the Wall. Men stood to her sudden entrance, all eyes watching her uncentered breathing.

Abraham had been among them, his rising of body stood before her. Eyes moving all over her face, reading each of her worry lines like a book of words.

“Siana?” He asked taking her shoulders into his hands. She was barely able to nod, her thoughts scrambled with the images now burned forever in her brain.

“I need….a Lavoro. Now!” she looked him square in his eyes, daring him to defy her on this. Turning to a man known as Victor, Abraham took hold of a Lavoro handing it to her gingerly.

“Siana, what has happened?” Siana shook her head snatching the rolled sealed scroll. She couldn’t divulge this to him, to anymore for that matter. Each piece of the broken puzzle was coming together. She hadn’t won her stallion because she was their equal, she never would be. War had placed himself in the winners chair, ensuring Siana would get what she wanted, while ensuring he did as well.

She felt sick. That woman, that pure ivory beauty was none other than Lady Annabelle’s daughter. A daughter much higher on the scale for being picked over others in a harvest, to have a man with pure bloodlines. Siana palmed her face, dragging her sweating hand down till it cupped her lips from screaming. Abraham tilted his head catching her shaking eyes.

“Siana? what is it?” She looked up taking in his kind features. If she told him, if she openly spoke of what she saw and what War had done to ensure her a place, what would become of her then? Siana bit her tongue, tasting her blood wrapping around her buds. Her eyes looked away catching another Lavoro scroll, only this ones seal was black instead of red. Looking to Abraham he turned to see where her eyes flickered to.

“For War” He said almost with a fatherly proudness. Siana could barely stand hearing his name spoken outwardly in such a pleasing manner. She could feel her anger sweeping up her throat, its poison that of a serpents. Slithering one way, then another till it found its prey hiding in some pathetic corner with no way out.

It was more than she could handle- and her anger gave her the means to do something she thought was befitting of the man himself.

Her legs shook as though they’d give out, giving Abraham a chance to set her onto the very table where each Lavoro sat in waiting. He gave her a once over, touched her forehead for a fever and even called for someone to get Margaret.

“Are you ill?” He asked purely concerned lacing each word. Siana shook her head, a hand holding her Lavoro pressed against the table.

“No, perhaps too much excitement for the day.” She lied perfectly, never even blinking it out. Abraham seemed to buy it, his head nodding in agreement as her fingers swapped out Lavoro’s.

“I should be going, Shirgar needs me” Doing it again seemed risky, but Siana’s head was filled with a cloud of thunderstorms that could not be blown south. She didn’t wait for him to stop her, only giving him a small smile whilst walking out, leaving them to close the door behind her to keep cold air from sweeping inward.

Siana looked down at the black seal grinning evilly. Feet taking off once more towards Shirgar, clothing giving her movement where it needed.

Having Madeline within the confines of his chambers, was not something War found amusing. He was careful who was allowed within this room, so careful even having Margaret sometimes bothered him greatly. To many females came and went as they saw fit, yet the comings and goings of one in particular did not seem to inconvenience him.

With Madeline before him, her dress hanging far lower than it should, War folded his arms to keep his finger twitched to himself. It wasn’t to conceal what he wanted to do to her, but more of what he didn’t. Knowing damn well her mother was the leading force behind her comings, was plenty to send War’s inner beast into a blind rage.

Madeline was to stupid, meek and shy to do much in the way of seduction. Never mind come up with it all on her own. Lady Annabelle on the other and was quite capable of doing such unbecoming tasks, and even more so of getting her youngest daughter to enter the chambers of a man known more for striking before asking questions. War’s past was something he very much liked to keep in shadows, at any cost.

“You don’t belong in here” He growled, unable to hid his clear annoyance even if she was forced. Her understand of boundaries were as clear to her as they were to her mother.

“I know, but I wanted to...show you something.” Her voice was weak, no force behind anything she said. but it was her flighty eyes that had War even more annoyed. Eye contact with Kin was one of two ways of showing what you meant. Whether it be aggression or respect, Madeline had none. A lamb in a lions dens, she danced around what she needed, wanted and had to say to him.

“What is it” He gave no indication of being interested, he sooner have her leave now without showing him.

Every move she made indicated she wasn’t going to show him some trinket, or silly item she had stored somewhere on herself. Her shoulder became bare, more skin graced his eyes with every shift of her shoulder blades. He had moved closer to his chair in hopes she’d get the hint to leave on her own, but that notion was fading faster than her clothing to flooring.

“Madeline!” War snarled pausing her from dropping her dress all the way. Her eyes finally locked with his, pleading in a way that unmoved him.

“Please War, I’ll be anything you want me to be. I’ll do whatever you want. Just please” She begged whimpering as her fingers let go of more than just her dress. War sucked on his teeth, allowing the noise to fill above his crackling fireplace.  Nostrils flared to seeing such overly ivory skin. Madeline was more likely to be hiding in a book than behind a sword, a woman meant to be kept sheltered from those that would more than likely be after her if he did do as she pleaded for.

Taking a small step toward him, all things froze to a low click of his door. War’s eyes snapped to its rushed opening catching his breath. Locking out all around him, seeing her standing in shock was unbearable for War to watch. Siana’s eyes were so large, so many emotions flashed through each of them. Never holding for more than a second as she seemed so unsure in how to feel. He couldn’t be sure if he whispered her name, or if shadows were teasing him.

Watching her lips move, but hearing no sound War moved to Siana. His door blocking him from gaining on her, along with wrapped around around his one. Madeline in all her fear and meekness had found something in the clinging of his arm. War’s eyes slowly cascaded down to her own, bringing down his full force of feelings to her touch.

He removed both her slender arms stepping out of her reach. Eyes so deadly he wondered if she’d die of fright right before him.

“Madeline, had your father still been with you. I highly doubt he’d think this becoming of a lady.” War turned looking at his door, a creeping feeling setting into his soul. “I shall give you some advice.” He turned to look at her slightly covered self once more. “No man, not even a servant will want a woman who still takes orders from her snake of a mother, no matter who she bedded. gather your belongs, your mother, and never return to my home.” Her eyes widened to his calm threat of silence, nodding quickly Madeline fixed herself as he walked out leaving her be.

War’s mind raced, keeping his feet moving in a perfect bee line for Siana. His fear wasn’t unjust, as she’d more than likely think he had planned on bedding Madeline. In War’s personal judgement call, he knew most indefinitely Lady Annabelle had planned this perfectly. She’d not let another step in on what she so clearly wanted, even if War never wanted a woman, she’d see to it none would get even a hair from him.

Her scent carried him into the room of the Wall, where he pushed open the door gaining all eyes. men nodded as he made his way to Abraham.

“War, you look like you’ve seen the dead.” The man chuckled but it wasn’t far off from the truth.

“Something of the sorts, have you seen Siana?” He did his best to keep a frantic tone down, but the old man raised a brow suspiciously.

“As a matter of fact, she just left with a Lavoro I gave her.” War’s nostrils flared, his eyes catching a Lavoro with its seal covered. He pointed at it, keeping his finger straight as an arrow.

“Is that mine?” Abraham nodded while War grabbed it, but his grip tightened to the seals color.

“Abraham….this isn’t my Lavoro” Shifting out of his seat Abraham stood to his full height looking from War to his Lavoro.

“I assure you it is” War slammed it onto the table, causing a few to roll to the floor near victors feet. Roaring out his name, the room fell silent.

“ABRAHAM!” War turned the scroll giving Abraham a clear view of the red seal that held it closed. There were no words for a long time, Abraham dropped back into his seat cupping his mouth with one hand as he did so. when all of a sudden his eyes lifted widely to War.

“Bloody hell, she swapped it for yours.” He shook his head as if he didn’t even believe the words he spoke. War moved closer, leaning over the table to Abraham with a wild look within his eyes.

“Come again” He hissed bearing front fangs as a warning. Abraham pointed to where War picked up his scroll.

“I set it here, like always. I’d already handed Siana her Lavoro….she got dizzy so I sat her down..” Abraham’s voice lowered as pieces began to conspire. “She must of switched them when I wasn’t looking.” Looking into War’s eyes with such worry, War began to feel it himself for her.

“I’m leaving” War tossed the scroll to Victor, spinning on his heels towards the outside doorway. Abraham quickly rounded his table coming in front of War.

“Where are you going?” He had to walk backwards, as War refused to stop his advancing outward.

“To get her.” He said it coldly, all emotion detaching with his steps.

“War.?” Abraham moved to a side allowing War the open viewing of the door. He turned grabbing its handle with earth shattering force.

“They will kill her once they know its not me, I must get to her before they do. I will not lose another one Abraham.” For a brief moment War’s eyes softened to thoughts of Siana becoming slain. Her body draped in a displeasing manor, while her pure sweetness poured across filth of the earth. War snapped his face towards that door, blocking off all that he could from those thoughts. They would not help in anyway.

Quickly he slipped out, leaving Abraham to close out the cold air in which War went in to. He hoped in some way Siana would get lost, or see fit to return on her own. But even War knew that wasn’t likely to happen. If he wasn’t so worried, he’d of allowed a smirk to twisted at his taut lips. she was a devil of a fighter, but she’d not make it with the likes of the men who seeked aid from a man like him.

Horse saddled, War climbed into his saddle hissing violently. It gave his steed a good understanding of what was going on, his urgency did not go unheard. Back feet dug deeply into hard earth, giving the faithful stallion a launching point to balance off of.

If it was the last thing War did, he’d ensure Siana’s safe return. At any cost.

((So since its about time for christmas and all that jazz, I thought you'd like a longer update to hold you till I get more time. I will be out of town for a bit, seeing family and pretending to give a damn >.> don't judge me. you've not met my family and you don't know how wacky they can be.-_- honeslty I think I was adopted. no lies. anyways...-clears throught- I'm going to stop talking about that, and allow you all to VOTE and COMMENT. >.> merry merry my minions. ho ho freaking ho))