The Healing Center (Central Tower): A Store Cupboard

[spsblue]

Cynrik, though obviously struggling, manages to hold the arm still as Kira massages it. His face almost slips, but his willpower quickly quashes it.

The arm heals - although the werewolf hand remains a werewolf hand.

<Cynrik>

[Ceinwen]

As she finishes healing the arm, kira looks up at Cynick and speaks softly,

As Nathaniel suggested the werewolf arm can be removed and your own arm regrown, however... that will not cure werewolf.

[spsblue]

Cynrik merely nods, unsurprised. The arm suddenly ceases it's struggle and linking both arms together, fingers interleveled Cynrik turns to regard Kira.
In a low voice, controlled but with a hint of a growl, he says.

" Congratulations on your infilatration, or should I say your corruption by these weaklings. My wounds would have healed soon enough. "
" Their attempts to stop his approach will always fail. For we are strong. "

<Cynrik>

[Ceinwen]

Kira doesn't seem surprised by Cynrik's sudden change, she continues to smile and speaks in a soft, kind manner,

I do not want to hurt anyone, my goal is only to make people happy, but i can not do that while he continues to hurt me and others around me.

Please, tell me, What does he want? What do you want?

Maybe i can help.

[spsblue]

" For myself nothing, as a warriour this extra strength is invigorating. "

" He merely wants the respect he deserves and he is willing to share this boon with others, those that grant him this regard. "

" It is the way the Medari have acted with similar powers which give people incorrect pre-conceptions of what we are like. "

the growl drops out of his voice at this point and the aspect of cold returns to his face

" I was ordered to observe the heroes, despite all that has happened, the heart of Winter still demands this. "

<Cynrik>

[Ceinwen]

Kira continues to talk to the werewolf inside Cynrik,

Forgive me but if its merely respect he is after he is going about it the wrong way. By hurting people and trying to force them into worship he will earn only their hatred and fear, not respect.

[spsblue]

" There is a difference between those who invade our territory and those who have been offered the chance to join our pack. And those that are training to be worthy of this. "

<Cynrik>

[spsblue]

Cynrik then leaves without further discussion.

<Cynrik>

[Huw]

About ten days later, there is another flash from behind the door, and again a muffled verbal that causes the lock to open from within. The door opens and Ancalimon emerges.
The most noticable thing about him is that he is wearing a upside-down copper pot on his head, to which someone has attached a long copper wire that trails behind him. He stops a passing healer.
"Excuse me, I'm looking for a Serkenian woman called Kira or a Feline, quite small, somewhat agressive. Last I saw it was carrying a sword. Have you seen anything, or anybody like that?"

[Huw]

After asking around a bit, eventually Ancalimon fishes out of his bag a couple of empty bottles, which he sits down and spends some time casting on. He thenapproaches a healer he knows.
"Sorry, I'll go after this...if you see either the Feline or the Serkenian, can you please give them this bottle and let them know that I have some news regarding something we were discussing? Tell them that they can communicate with me using this - all they need to say are the words "Demon Werewolf"."
The healer nods, impatiently, and Ancalimon teleports away, copper pot tucked under his arm.