The soft growl kind of  put Jeremiah off, but he sat down next to her anyway. "Isadora... What a beautiful name." he said and smiled. Sane people? Please.. Where were the sane people nowadays...? Well, one was sitting next to him for sure. Her wolvin blood was obvious now, her speech only made it more so. He smiled broader now.

"She's doing okay, I guess, she was fully transformed when I put her to bed. If she bleeds in anything, I"ll replace it, I promise," he said, green eyes twinkling with honesty.  He thought about what she said and answered slowly, "I couldn't find her. My vision was not clear." And he left it at that. Let her think of it what she would.

His eyes glazed over and his mouth slackened, "She's sleeping, she'll sleep late into the afternoon then I have to take her somewhere.." His tone was practically lifeless. Visions had that effect on him. Clearing his throat he looked over at Isadora apologetically. "Ahem, sorry 'bout that.. Just kinda happens."

She smiled softly as he sat down next to her. She wondered where these people had even come from. She wondered more about why the girl was bloody and near death when Isadora found her. But she didn't ask questions. She knew better than that. She was curious by nature, but she kept her questions to herself. Most of the time anyway.

She laughed quietly when he said that he would replace anything that the girl bled on, "I am no stranger to blood. I have extras of everything laying around here."

She looked at him while he explained why he couldn't find her. His vision was cloudy, and that was a vague as it got. But she didn't mind, she wasn't going to pry. She was sure that the girl was happy knowing that this man was there with her now. But than he started talking again, his tone of voice faded in and out. She was confused and wondered why.

"I'm sure that there are safe places around here. That is if you really want to leave tomorrow. I'm sure that I can call a friend and he could help you get around to wherever you need to go."

Isadora was trying to offer as much help as she could to the two. She wanted to make sure that wherever they needed to go, that they got their safely.

Jeremiah sat back in the lawn chair and sighed, content. He was in good company, what a relief. His eyes opened slowly to take in the starry sky and the full moon. Beautiful, all of it. Jere looked over at her when she said she was accustom to bloodshed. He didn't mean to make such a goofy/questioning face, but, he couldn't help.  She seemed to nice and polite and feminine.

Not really thinking he leaned over the arm of the lawn chair closed to Isadora and asked,"What would a beautiful, kind, SANE person like you know about bloody scenarios?" He was honestly curios, not just wanting to ask her bluntly about her bloodline. Spending time with Joscelin and other demons had taught him to hold his tongue for fear of having it ripped out of his face.

"Thanks for your help, again love, but we'll try to be out of your hair as soon as possible." He said not wanting to intrude any longer than necessary. Well, actually that decission was up to Joscelin, but no more than a day or two longer then thaty would be off.

Isadora looked at the near full moon that lingered above them. She could remember the nights that she watched the moon rise with Xanro. Well, when he wasn't the way he was now. Many people watched the sun rise or set, but they liked to watch the moon rise. And only rise. The moon setting was almost upsetting to them. She smiled to herself.

He asked about what she knew about bloodshed. She smiled a little bigger. Xanro got up and trotted over to the boy. It was a very wolf like trot. He seemed as though he was walking to the house, but stopped sideways in front of the boy. He looked at him in a way that Isadora looked at people from time to time. That same lingering wolf stare. He seemed to almost smiled at him. He lifted his dark furred head and howled at the moon. It wasn't a howl that a dog would do. It was the howl of a wolf. An eerie, sad sounding howl.

His head lowered and Xanro stared at the man again before going back and laying beside Isadora again. She smiled softly at Xanro than looked at Jeremiah.

"That's how I know about blood shed" she said plainly.

He hoped that he would understand. She didn't want to explain her pure blood lycan line. Most of them had done terrible things. Unspeakable things. The kind of stuff that made the horror movie concept of lycans true. And she was bound and determined to change it. And she figured that she had. She had possible saved that girl. Maybe not from death, but from someone else that could have done harm to her. She wanted to move on from the blood that she had witnessed as a child, and as a teenager as well.

The howl was eerie, setting hairs on his arms on end. So, it was finally out in the open. “Wolf,” he said quietly, smiling softly at her. How very interesting. He got the gist that she didn’t want to talk about it, so he let the subject fall. The wolf’s stare didn’t scare him as much though, he understood now.

Jeremiah was a little unsettled that she didn’t want to talk about herself, lack of conversation made him uncomfortable. He did get to think things through, though, and he figured why she didn’t want to talk. Wolfs had/have really bad wraps, but she seemed nowhere near like the lore. Well, he really couldn’t judge, not that he would anyway.

He leaned forward again and said, “Hey, you saved Joscelin tonight. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for that. You’re good in my books sister!” He winked after the last statement, trying to lighten up the mood. If he could get her to laugh, that would be great. No need for sad faces right now, all was well as far as he could tell.

He looked at the wolf that rested beside her with curious green eyes. The way the wolf looked at him was unnerving all of a sudden. He is not what he appears to be.

As Joscelin lay in her borrowed bed she had a dream. A vicious dream. A dream of a memory.

Joscelin was leaving the bar in town when she saw the older demon enter. Sadly she had to walk directly past him to be able to leave. She had hoped he hadn't smelled her but when she was out it appeared she was not a very lucky creature.

He stood above clad in human skin a good four inches taller then her, as well as 100 pounds outweighing her. Olive complexion, eyes the color of tree bark, and very straight very pointed teeth... every one of them. His clothes reeked of sophistication, while his scent reminded her of a predator playing with his food.

"Why look what i have found..." The taller male said to her. "You seem to me to not be.... Complete." He ended with a sneer. Slowly advancing on her, pushing her into a corner of the closed off alleyway.

"Just leave me alone, I have done nothing to you. Go find a human to slack your thirst! I'm nothing compared to them..." Joscelin tried desperately to change his mind on her. But sadly he was not of the same opinion.

"Little halfling you are right... You are nothing..." That said his vile thoughts showed in his eyes. She was afraid now, entirely justified as he swiped out his right arm thinking she was not watching so closely. She was able to avoid his first few throws but only because he allowed her to. The next 20 minutes drew out long and hard for her. She was able to pull only a couple punches on one so much older than her. She didn't even know what kind of demon he was let alone how to keep herself from falling to him.

Her worst problem was that he would melt in with the shadows it seemed to her. Then appear again from nowhere and attack her even more brutally than before he dissappeared. he was vicious and unrelenting. Even when she begged when he wanted her too he would not leave her be.

'He wants me dead... How could i have been dumb enough to get caught like this after so long?' Her thoughts re-played over and over in her head. There was blood everywhere and no matter how loud she screamed it seemed as if no one could even hear her. Like she was exactly as she had stupidly remarked.... Nothing.

Stuck in the night terror she jerked in her sleep. Re-living every little thing that had happened to her. From every remark he made while beating her, to the joy on his face when he brought out his claws on her broken body to slowly mark her skin. Inflicting as much pain as he possibly could.

A final thrash sent feathers flying as she ripped open the feather pillow her heard had been resting on. Sweat coated her fur and skin as the horror reached it's end in her mind. Sleep gripped her in it's vile embrace... Making certain she learned her lesson from the nightmare this night...

Isadora was silent. Xanro had been something else. He had been just like her. He had a human form. But he had ran into the wrong person and for two years now he had been a wolf. She wish she could fix that. Xanro was her mate, but it ha gotten harder and harder for her to deal with what happened to him. But as a wolf, she was loyal. She sighed and was about to say something when a frantic barking came from inside the house. Zeyev. It took her a few moments to realize that Zeyev was still in the house. But she remembered that he never followed her outside. Now, Zeyev was just a normal dog, mind you. Nothing all that mysterious about him.

Xanro stood up and perked up his ears and tilted his head. She stood up and looked at Jeremiah.

"Maybe she woke up?" she suggested.

"Maybe, you're right. I'll go check on her." Jeremiah said and lifted himself from his chair. He looked at the woman and her companion and smiled, knowing she would be alright out here.

He walked back through the sliding doors and sighed, making his way quickly to Joscelin's room. Opening the door slowly, he held his breathe and dared not to make a sound when he entered the room.

Jere's eyes went wide to see the feathers scattered everywhere, the ground looked like it was covered in snow. He made his way to the bed and sat down on the edge and put an arm around her slender body.

She looked better physically, but she looked like she was wrapped in a nightmare. "Joscelin, hear me! Know you are safe here with me and Isadora..." He whispered to her troubled mind, praying to the gods that she heard him and would wake.