Return of the Wolf

~wolf smirks thinking very bad thoughts that he knows she can read ~
"uuuuuuummm......"
~wolf stares blankly~

~Rhi's brow shoots up.~
"That, Wolf, was unneccessary."
~The shade's arm reaches out, and a blast of fire singes Wolf's hair.~
"Enough."

~Wolf puts the fire out pouting slightly~
"I still refuse to play nicely with THAT dirty fighter."
~Wolf stands up helping his trainee up now he shows him how to take a proper fall~

~The shade smirks and disappears.~
"Then, don't play at all with him, Wolf."

~Wolf smiles, thinking.~
"Okay. Rhi."
~Wolf tells the trainee to practice. He heads outside and begins to train in the Ta'mor Vaipiine fighting style.~

Methros smirks "A dirty fighter is one who attacks when the enemy is unaware" then looks at the Empress and bows.

~Wolf laughs~
"a dirty fighter is someone who uses magic or dirty shots to try and win the fight"

Methros then says "A dirty fighter is someone who attacks a wounded man"

"not unless it was he who wounded the man and you don't look like your hurt too bad your not bleeding and your walking"

Methros shows his arm wich is bandage and in a sling "You should look more closley next time and you didn't wound me"

~Wolf looks~
"if you can walk and your not bleeding from the ears your fine"

Methros looks at him and says "whatever helps you sleep" and walks toward the gates and heads into town

~wolf walks away and grabs a bottle of blood drinking it just cause he hopes maybe it wil taste better now then before~

Methros heads to a small house and pulls out his key from between his bandages and unlocks the door and heads into the back room and lays down on his bed staring up at the ceiling and slowly falls asleep

~She sits down the street from the house, in the first seat next to the door, in the tavern. She holds a glass of the strongest drink the empire has to offer, gently staring deep inside its glistening shape.~

"Musha ring dum a doo dum a da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o."

~She sings in a drunken daze, remembering the songs of her mother. She stares at the glass, then takes a long drought.~

"You should be here...Dammit."

~She rises, leaving the coin of the land on the bar, and walks through the front door. She stares down the street, seeing Methros enter his home.~

"Bastard..."

~She chuckles to herself, heading down the street to the house. She leans against the outer wall, gently rapping on the door.~

"Hurry and open, Methros."

~She gently raps on the door again, steadying herself against the wall.~

Methros hearing the knocks on his door opens it up and sees Sara standing there says suprisingly "And what do I owe the pleasure of you presence?"

~WOlf is running through the castle Looking for more bloodwine~

~Not seeing where he is going, wolf runs headfirst into a woman clad in black, carrying two greatswords. The woman barely moves as wolf rams into her, but he is sent sprawling to the floor.~

"Hehehe...You should really watch where you are going."

((You wouldn't have sensed or seen sethra, as she has no scent, aura, or really anything that a living or dead person would have.))

~Wolf looks up~
"I also shouldn't drink so much it makes me fall easy"
~He stands up~
"Hello There I'm Surprised i didn't sense you?"

Methros pushes Sara in side of his house and makes her sit down and says "why are you here"