Territory of the Wolf and Undead

[Rikugurl]

"I, myself am Marluxia Molyneux~ Once a noble servant of Madame Véronique d'Lefèvre garden. I accompanied her to England for a horse race and I stumbled upon a pretty English flower." The rose hair man started the role call. "That is when she bit me and I was welcomed here. The poor dear is no longer upon us. The hunter got her." His french accept was rich, especially when he seemed sorrowed.

Still, he pointed to the dancing pair before he continued. "The only lady of the manor is she, the lovely bitter sweet Larxene von Döbeln. She ferried here for her future husband and contract, her fetish of dressing in men's fashion rather peculiar. It was what brought her here on a party night and as she strolled for a walk in the courtyard, she was pulled into this manor forever more." The blonde hair woman grinned as she tried to out dance the man but it didn't seem possible as he caught up with all her footing, spinning her to make her dress twirl.

He pointed to the man with bright red hair, a black bow pulling it back as he danced easily. "And that is Lord Axel Xipil, a native to Stagwood. He was the first to be turned in centuries when the wolf threat surfaced. Born with a lust for fire, he supposedly helped burn down the whole village in which had to be restored as a city. He had gone mad when he found his blushing bride committing the act of adultery and threaten to take his boy child from him to be raised by another man. He took both their lives with a hatchet and took the offering of living forever to destroy the one who destroyed him. The man was found chopped up in little pieces and since then, he's been quiet and calm." A grin ran over the man's face before taking a drink. "Though he does enjoy the wenches in town and leaves the children be. He is of course the eldest of us all... all except thy master~"

His eyes shifted to the one at the end of the table who was lounging back though fixed on the dance. His eyes were far, obviously not with them as he was deep in thought. "He is the father to us all in a way, the Master Vampir. It is unknown to us her real name but he goes by Kuku."

[Reno]

"Aye, and don't tempt his temper." Luxord spoke wisely beside the boys as the introductions were almost completed. "He has strengths only heard of in folktales and if you cross him he'll place your arse in it's place." He smirked as he noticed the three shift nervously. "As for I, I am Luxord Ellington-Weles from Bristol, traveling abroad for my learnings. I stopped here, on my way towards London to possibly seek out Edwin Abbott, a friend of mine. I was sucked into a good gamble, a little off with the ale and the next time I awoke I was like this. And now it is your three's turn."

The boys silently took in these stories, but when the were asking to speak there own, they shared a glance before the twins focused on Sora. "Ah.... Well... I am Sora Wilkinson, first born. These are my siblings Ventus, second born, and Roxas, third. We were all born upon the same day. We were split up upon our sixth year of life when our mother was accused of witchcraft and burned to death. A friend of our family managed to assist us in escape... and lost his life in the process. We do not know where our father has been these years or if he still is. I was taken from the servant house a year afterward to service the Evard family and have been there ever since. The life there was well enough and the daughter, mistress Kairi, treated me with respect and even allowed me and taught me to read some." He paused allowing Ventus too tell them who he was servicing under but when Roxas spoke both twins looked over in surprise, the blonde having been too ill to actually tell of his life before then.

"I was bought into the Quinson manor not as a servant but a slave. I was born incorrectly and gained a bad leg from it, so that is a folly of life." Roxas spoke gently. "I fear to announce that I was not treated with as much care as my siblings. The master had little tolerance for any of us or for any acts of rebellion and our living quarters were poor. I was to die this year I am sure from sickness and a bad injury from a wild horse if it were not for the luck of a thief who came within the barn and from a strange kindness of her heart helped me to escape to another manor who held a friend of hers as a servant. God was kind to me that night... for it happened to be that of my eldest brother's as well."

That was when the rest of the story spilled from the three's mouths, telling off all the chance meetings and the rapid escape from their bonds. they told of what Kuku had guessed - their hope to find a life beyond the borders were they could begin anew and together... but that instead a wolf had interrupted their plans and they ended upon the Manor's doorstep, saved from the beast from the hunter's arrows before Kuku happened upon them next and after a cunning conversation they were turned.

"Ah, what a comedic thing fate can be. And it is by chance my favorite." Luxord spoke, blindly drawing the first card of his tarot deck and dropping it upon the table. It was the number X card a roman-numeral wheel like a sun dial drawn upon it with the sphinx sitting upon it with its tail curled around a sword. None of the boys could read it for various reasons but the man seemed to pick up upon this. "Wheel of Fortune, the one I have drawn most often. It is a time of opportunity and destiny, as this is for you now." The others were quiet as they reveled in that.
"Seeing as the introductions are over-" Marluxia started to speak.
"Wait - but what of them?" Sora interrupted, indicating towards the three wolves fighting for food on the ground. A long silence drew before they stared upon him with peculiarity. "W...Whatever did I utter wrong?"

[Rikugurl]

Eyes glanced at each other before the rose haired man looked at the triplets once more. "Those are the newest of the house, as new here as you. Thy master captured their mind and now they are our pets by night and the manor servants by day. Someone must keep this old place from falling for it has been here even before this forest was thunk." He leaned in over the table, minding his hair in his food. "I once looked upon the family crest over the doors and I did blink a few when the date was of the 14th century. It is a question on how old our fair master really is."

He leaned back, putting one leg across the other. "But it is unknown who they are nor where their past lies. They are still under the spell until they learn their place."

It was when he stopped his mouth that the two dancing ended as the music did, both panting softly as they fell upon their chairs. "Ah! A fine dance as always though my feet swell with the heels of these retched shoes!" The woman called as she kicked off the dainty shoes to reveal blistered skin.
"If you had any more lady in you, I would think of you as some type of ape." The redhead teased from across the table, making the woman frown. He picked up his goblet before filling it with some of the red liquid in the bowels.

It was dipped in his mouth, the smell reaching the one he sat next to which was young Roxas. When the glass was placed back on the table, emerald eyes shifted to look upon him. "Ah, it is good to see you retreated well." He spoke softer to the blonde before reaching over the table, grabbing a plate from a stack and placing it in front of him. "You must try the veal."

[Reno]

Sora had a peculiar look upon his face, his eyebrows drawn down as he looked at the three beasts who had nearly killed himself thrice last night. He knew the life of a servant well maybe even understood it's necessity, but he did not comprehend how one could control another's mind. It seemed almost incorrect to do so...

He had little time to worry on it however when the two dancers returned to the table, drawing the their attentions. Roxas was particularly nervous as he shifted in his seat beside the red-haired man. His eyes were conflicted, full of admiration for his dancing and filled with fear for his past deeds. Yet when he turned to him and spoke... he remembered he also owed this man his life.

"Y-Yes..." He spoke softly, trying to hide the stain of his cheeks. When the food was set before him he blinked slowly, then tilted his head, this time in curiosity before he finally braved to look up at the man. It took much of his will to keep the shaking from his voice not sure if it was the other's strength that made him timid or his overbearing presence. "I... do not wish to seem rude as I will happily accept but... how is it we can eat food when our sustenance is blood?"

[Rikugurl]

Ventus shifted as he heard the question, slowly glancing over to hear the curious answer as well. He had never known that his brother would be so out going for he and his brunette brother had more of the social life as so to speak.

However, the redhead seemed to be perplexed himself but nodded it off with a smirk. "Food is but a luxury, my young one. Blood gives us iron and the power to keep thy organs alive... but it is the food that connect us to be what we once were. We need more to keep us strong and what is unneeded gets flushed as we sleep through our pores. I suppose the dirt sucks it up well."
"UGH! How can you speak of such grotesque things at the table! Mine appetite is now deceased!" The blonde woman cried as she pushed her place away, making some things spill without a care since the wolves were quick to eat it up.

Green, sleek eyes shifted away from the boy to look across the table. "I believe you started it when you offended those with your rotting feet!"
The woman's eyes widened as her mouth opened and---

"Enough."

Everyone paused as a voice came from across the table, making even the wolves stop their feast and rushed over to Kuku's end, sitting and tails wagging.
"This is a celebration, is it not? Hold your tongues for this meal was not few pence but more. Kuku's unnerving eyes shifted to the boys before he sat up in his chair. "My apologies for---"
"Your apologies indeed!" The woman cried as she glared at the master of the manor. "Were you daft to make newborns on the night of the fight!? It is a waste of your talent and a slap across our faces!"

There was a hiss, making the poor young Roxas jump as the tall redhead bared his fangs at her.
"Axel."
And then quickly straightened himself with a snarl.
"It was neither a waste nor a slap, my dear. Desperate times call forth desperate measures. If they fell, it wouldn't be an extra lose but if they stood, we gained some ground. It was a favor for us and them for they would surly not make it out without meeting the reaper or becoming one of them. I am sure as servants they would enjoy the life that was meant for them to be."

"How is it!?"
Another call made everyone glance at Ventus, his face angry as his fists clenched. "How is it you know what is best for us? The vampir are selfish and care not of what done to others as long as the means are their own! You know nothing of us or what our life should of been!"

There was silence, even the tails of the wolves stopped across the bricks.
"But I do. I knew your father, Lord Jet Wilkinson."

[Reno]

OOC: Finished the ending to the last RP!

Roxas looked at Axel tentatively as he answered, nodding some in understanding. He knew what ‘luxury’ meant. It was to have things that were unneeded but wanted – similar to a wealthy girl’s jewels or his own master’s gold-encrusted saber. Though he understood what he meant, he was what many would call practical. He did not see the use of having things unneeded. There were many a day he had starved for food such as this. Where was it when he needed it so desperately then?

Still, not wishing to offend, he carefully fetched his fork, though he lifted his knife as he knew he should from watching his master dine. He stared at it for a few terrifying moments as he realized… he had never learned to use it. In his youngest years his mother had cut their food. His years at the orphanage was nothing but slop, soup and porridge. And as a slave all food given to them was usually the scraps of dinner and never needed more than a dirty fork or your hands. He flushed ore by the second in shame, realizing just how out of class he was like this and what a fool he felt like. He should just join the dogs on the floor for all he knew.

Lucky for the time being he was stalled from having to go through the embarrassing dining routine that would reveal everything but it was replaced with Larxene’s scathing comments instead. He looked between them, wondering if this too was a dance of theirs only not with their feet but with their wit. He jerked a little though when a new voice cut them off and looked to the master of the home but to his surprise at her gall, Larxene actually interrupting. He scrunched down in his seat more wondering if he would punish her and why she disliked them so when they knew nothing of each other. He was frightened even more at the terrible noise his dining partner made, wondering if it was too early to claim weariness and turn in for the night.

He nearly was ready to sign his will though when Ven too spoke out of turn. He would of done his best to disappear under the table… if not for the next bit of news that was delivered that he swore if it already no longer beat would of made his heart stop.
“Ah and yet another bit of strange fate has knocked upon the doors.” Luxord spoke, interest garnered from the entire table.

“How…….” Sora slowly stated, his voice trembling a little from disbelief as he looked upon him. “How is it that you know our father’s name…? He was hardly ever upon land and when he was the time was short… it was a miracle or mother was not driven mad by his constant absence.” His eyes suddenly widened with hope, hair bouncing with the quickness of his movement as he looked up at him and the minute he spoke the words his brothers too seemed to pray for a dear and fine answer. “Do you chance to know where he is?!”

His mind spun with thought that was making his mind feel black with their suspicion. Was this why he seemed to know so much of them even before they spoke the words? Had he know of them all this time? Known of their plight and the unfairness behind the call of the red coats against their mother? Just who was Master Kuku… and what did he wish of them?

[Rikugurl]

OOC: I LOVED IT!

"Do you chance to know where he is?!"

There was silence among the table, even the music started to quiet down as if one had the power over them. It was most likely Kuku, though how did he know majick as well? One would ponder on it more if it wasn't for the intense answer that all, even those not related to the spoken man, were waiting for.
Dull eyes inched to their right, taking in the view of three excited, hopeful, pale boys. It would be a pity to change their cute faces but lying was out of the question anymore. If one lied too much, one would lose credibility.

"Yes. I know where he is." The blonde man spoke, shifting in his seat to lean over the table some. Ventus bit on his lip, making note that he now had much sharper fangs so he had to be careful. "He is at sea, where he always is."
There was still silence before a large smile played on Ven's face. "You hear that, dear brothers! At sea he still be! Perhaps we can take voyage and find him, tell him---"

"I would suggest you not follow that plan. It would be pointless unless you are also looking for sunken treasure." Kuku added, his tone grim as he leaned back in his chair once more, making the information seep into the dead brain of the triplets. The three all paused before their eyes darkened a shade, realizing what their new master meant...
"You mean... our father is now in the hands of God?" Just saying the lord's name made him feel like he just spoke blasphemy. A complete oxymoron! He also didn't appreciate the chuckles the others around the table expelled.

Was 'God' such a joke here?

"Enough." Kuku frowned, quieting the snickers before he took a sip from his cup. His mouth was dabbed, making the handkerchief red with the substance. "I am not sure if it is God he is with but it is fact that he is no longer on this plane. His ship never returned to the dock after a stormy night and when the townspeople ventured to see what happened to FaerieQueen, they only found what was left of her on the sea's surface."

[Reno]

"Oh...." Roxas murmured sorrow in his tone. He looked at his hands, focusing on how the claws curled so devilishly. He had not been able to happen to see his face but he could feel the sharp new fangs poking against his mouth. He was no longer his father's son. Had he had the chance to see them, he would of struck them down from fear and disgust of them. "I suppose it is better that way."

"You are correct Roxas. It is." Sora said but his tone was different then his. Less full of sorrow and despair and more just contemplative thought. Both brothers looked at him peculiarly. He smiled ever more. "Wherever he ended up, heaven or purgatory or otherwise, he is with our mother and they can be happy. And I am certain they are watching over us."
"If they were they are no longer. Look upon us brother." Roxas stated.
"Ah and what do you see?" The brother challenged back but gently. "A parent who cares truly for their child will not see what is wrong but what is extraordinary. They may disapprove but never detest or hate them. That is what love is." Again laughter could be heard. "And I do not believe that was a joke." He said a little more sharply as he looked about the table.
"You are foolish." Larxene stated. "You're heart does not beat any longer how can it love?"
"Perhaps master Kuku stopped the organ that makes blood move through my body, but no one can stop the heart that feels. You still experience anger and sadness. Love is no different - it too can be felt. I know this for certain... because I still love my brothers even now. I am sure you have felt loss when a comrade was struck down by a wolf or the hunter, no?"
"Tch, what stupidity do you proclaim?" She snorted shaking her head. "You are nothing but a jester with words like that."
"Or perhaps you are bitter." Sora threw right back, a bit outlandish and brave.
"Bitter?! YOU-" She snarled about to dive right across the table but Marluxia caught her arm and soothed her into her seat.
"Now, now no need to ruin the feast. He will learn Larxene, do not fret."
Wisely, Sora said nothing just merely rose an eyebrow and glanced alongside to his siblings.

[Rikugurl]

As the boys chatted over blood and love and sorrow, green eyes watched them closely for it was peculiar how they thought even now. It was he who loved to watch newborns, being the second eldest to the vampir clan. He was able to see many, all the emotions they had a first before time changed them still.

"Wisdom is a gift and it seems to of escaped you, Larxene." Kuku finally added, making everyone look at him once more. "Even if we are not alive, we speak and walk, talk and dance. I am all sure that if one can hate, one cam merely love. We love blood, do we not? We love sleep, it is enjoying. There are stranger things in this world, do not be haste to opinion." He looked at the boys before he bowed his head some. "But, I can make your hearts lift in your shallow body at a piece you might find valuable. I am the grounds keep for all of this county. I know all who have died and old enough to know them well from above the grave. I knew of your mother, Lady Runa Wilkinson, and I will tell you truth, she was no witch."

Ven's eyes flickered, making him look at his brothers. S-she wasn't? "T-then why were the flames her's?" He inquired, needing to know why their beloved mother was taken away from them that night that still haunted his dreams.
"It was for her beauty in some cases, revenge in another." The man put plainly.
Another brother demanded more answers before Kuku took another drink.
"Your mother was a beautiful woman and her beauty lasted through her wedding, her pregnancy, her birth and even onwards. The people of Addlestone Town, especially women, were jealous of the everlasting beauty. Her skin was fair and her hair was of beautiful gold. She won a man who was noble with his looks and tongue and three dashing children to call her own. It was sought that she had to have some sort of unnatural power."

The glass was placed back onto the table before he continued. "But it was mostly the rage of the redcoat fellow named Volken. Volken Daucina. I am sure that this reason be main... and is all based on your grandmother. Volken wanted your grandmother for his own wife but his dearest friend stole her love while he was abroad. They gave birth to your father in whom your grandmother loved with all her heart. She died near after your grandfather, as too claimed as a witch. Jet was a man of the sea so the only person left to take the redcoat's wrath was your poorest mother."

[Reno]

The boys shifted uneasily as they learned some of the darkest secrets of their family. The horrible tale of their grandfather and his betrayal. The anger of young Volken that burned into hate throughout the years, strong enough to commit a crime unspeakable. And their mother, innocent in all this due to nothing but luck and chance, was also looked down upon until finally the devil's jealousy caught up to her.

"How..." Roxas whispered, shaking some with his own anger. Because of him, because of Volken, he had suffered in his childhood. A suffering he never deserved! His grandfather's crimes were not his own! "How horrendous! How could he of been allowed to do so?! What right did he have... to lie of this!"

Sora merely slumped against his seat, the look in his eyes indescribable as he stared at his goblet. He could hear his brother's anger, could feel it like a flame in the air. Though he do knew it was wrong, he did not emphasize with the feeling. All he felt was sorrow. He bowed his head.

"Does he still walk this earth master Kuku?"

[Rikugurl]

And the vampir that sat next to the blonde could feel the same flame that boiled in the young, empty soul. It reminded him of his own. This story, this betrayal... it all hit to close to his own personal being. With it, the chair he once sat in made a noise as it was pulled away from the table and he stood, making some look up at him. "Please excuse me. I will be in my quarters..." The redhead spoke softly as he placed a palm on his abdomen before bowing to the master of the manor. There was a shallow nod; an acceptance, before the tall man removed himself from the room.

The door closed behind him, soundless as he glided across the carpet and bricks. Murdered for revenge, a story told too many times. His eyes turned dark as his face seemed to splay guilt. He had killed an innocent being as well, one who was cured upon his mother. It was his humanly, disgusting fear of his own boy crying his name with his hands red that drove him to silence him without thought. Though, be was willing to pay his years in Satan's grasp for taking his son's life.

Now he would pay for much more.

Ventus hardly recalled the redhead named Axel leaving as he slouched back in his seat like his brother, though the fire of hate build in his gut like his other. Blood started to fall from his palm as he gripped a fist so tight, his nostrils flaring. Slowly his eyes rolled about his head as he heard the question, slowly looking back at the man with many tales.

Kuku's eyes closed, seeming to think. By now, the wolves had settled and were laying down on the floor. "Indeed, I believe he is. Still burning witches that last I heard."
"Then he will not for much longer." Ventus finally stated, his chair sounding hard as he quickly stood.
"Sit. Sit and enjoy your meal tonight. You will have plenty of time for your first catch at another date."

[Reno]

The eldest of the boys frowned in disapproval at his brother's words and to his shock, beside him Roxas nodded, standing as well. "Yes, he deserves to feel the pain he's caused to many!" Before the brunette could say a word in edgewise - to attempt to talk them out of this foolish idea - their master spoke up. The two seemed to pause and Roxas was much quicker to obey as he sat down his quick haste speaking volumes of his past but Ven soon followed.

Yet still something nagged at Sora. "First... catch?"
"Why yes," Luxord said beside him an excited smile lightning his face. "When you are set to get your prey for the first time. You'll stumble a bit and possibly botch it up but hey that's half the fun for us!"
The brunette stared for a few moments before he remembered the fuzzy night watching his siblings devouring the horse... his own need to drink the creatures blood... but more clear in his mind was-
"V...Verrill....? What.... what is it that have I done...?"

If possible he would of turned more pale at the mere idea of doing such a foul thing again. They had all once been human before too... how could they think it justifiable - even for food - to be right to kill those who others care about? Even pets and animals still had families. Still had those who loved them. "No..."
"Don't worry kid, you'll warm up to the idea. Or you're stomach will drive you to a frenzy and you'll give in in the end." Luxord said, knowing from experience. Most newborns were like this - detesting to kill at first but slowly, just as the emotions were wiped so were those silly human morals that stated killing was a sin. He reached out and filled the brunette's cup handing it to him, "For now, here is this."
Sora bowed his head and shook his head but said no more. The smell of the blood drew him in and he slowly started to sip at it. He had to learn control...

Meanwhile Roxas was looking at his veal again and though the man who had given it was gone he knew talk spread faster then flames to dry tinder and he could not turn it away or Axel would be personally offended. He glanced beside him then an idea sparked his mind. "Ventus!"
His brother, distracted possibly still by the talk of Volken, seemed startled as the plate was pushed in-between them. "Assist me in eating this. I do not wish to appear gluttonous in front of our comrades." He held out his knife to him his eyes silently begging for his help and though they'd been apart for years upon years the blonde still managed to pick up on it and took the fork and knife from the other.

The meal progressed as such, each vampir drinking from their goblets until empty and the triplets happily helping one another devour the veal. For Roxas especially it was something amazing as he had never had any meat except for fatty scraps before and even though it provided him with nothing he was glad to of been given the chance for the food.

[Rikugurl]

Veal wasn't his favorite dishes but with his new body it seemed like any type of meat was well worth his time. It even had some blood seeping out as the knife pressed against it, making it only that much better. The dinner focused around the newborns, having finally something fresh and interesting to add to their minds. The master was silent again for the most part and some more scraps were thrown to their new pets.

It was when the music died and the instruments floated to a corner, they all knew that the dinner was done. Some women came from the doors of each side of the room, grabbing a plate silently as the others continued to chatter some, laughter still ringing in the curious ears of the triplets. Even the vampirs had servants...?
It was Kuku who left the table first, then the rest soon to follow. Larxene made her scene as she left, not wanting to see the ugly mugs of her comrades any further as Luxord followed one of the women back to the kitchen like a hound.

It was only the Frenchman left to entertain the boys. "Come now, let me show you something nice." The spoke, a grin on his lips and he led them out of the dinning room and back to the grand hall. Instead of going out the door and up the large stairwell at the head of the manor, he took to the east and suddenly floated up to the second level balcony. He spun around slowly before landing on the old guard rail and hopped back, seeing the wondrous eyes of the three below. "Ah, it will take but awhile for you to do it so I suggest the stairs." He pointed at the old spiral, cast iron stairs that went to the second floor.

With bravery, Ventus took the toll first, his legs shaking as the stairs did as well. Dust and rust fell to the floor as he made his way up, his brothers following. When they reached the second floor, the rose hair man brought them by some paintings before opening two double doors. The paintings were unlabeled but it was easy to tell that they were quite old. Who they were of was a whole other mystery.

They were shocked to see that the doors lead to a large, open hallway and would be quite bright if it weren't for the dim lanterns that were hung on the walls. Four doors, two on each side were easy to see and then a small staircase of three of four steps at the end made the appearance quite royal. "This is the East Wing of the Azazel Manor. These are the true quarters in which we sleep. The coffin rooms are places we must sleep after a battle such as last night or if we had strained ourselves too much. The damp, cool and dark setting allows our true body to rest better for we are all indeed dead."

He paused, letting the boy catch up before going up the small stair case and slowly opened the double doors at the end. The doors creaked and a musty, old smell hit all their heightened smell but they pressed on into the room. Rooms like these were not uncommon and it always made one's soul chill. The room was dark, not a light to be seen except for the moon shining in the window. It was still mostly full... But the room itself was full of spider and cobwebs and all the furniture was draped and covered in white sheets.

There was a raised platform, about three inches from the floor with some more steps that lead to a large bed. It was the largest bed all three boys had ever seen before.
"This was once the room of Signy and Váli, two vampir lovers of olden time. They were good friends of master Kuku but their death was some sort of mysterious tragedy. It is another hidden secret that the master has yet to unravel to us. He did grant you three to take this room, though, for an unoccupied space is a wasted space in the manor. He knew you three would rather not part. I say he is as wise as he is old."

Ventus frowned as he walked deeper into the room, looking around at how large the room really was.
"This is the second largest living quarter in the manor and the largest of our beds. I hope it will suit you well... and that you aren't too petrified of spiders for it might take some time to move them."

[Reno]

"No, it is of no concern." Sora said looking about the room as well. There second day apart of this life and already they were being treated with more kindness then they ever had when they grew. It was almost so stunning he could find little to say. "Thank you, this is a great kindness for us."

Marluxia waved a hand, brushing off the words. Being of the servant class too he knew precisely how the triplets were feeling - the wonder that came about with things you never knew or even dreamed you could have. But those sentiments would die after awhile. "It is simply an old room that has need for being used. Now make yourselves at home. If you are in need of anything make haste to ask." Then the rose haired man was gone, the grand door shutting behind him and leaving the siblings alone.

The three glances at each other before Roxas walked over to the bed, gripping the white sheet and pulled it off slowly. To his surprise there were only a couple spiders underneath that scattered quickly when he moved them. He didn't miss sighting a single one, his enhanced sight making the task which would have been laborious quite easy, allowing him to flick a few of them away. "Can you believe our luck? Getting this room?"

"I suppose we should be able to believe any luck bestowed upon us, as fate dealt us a great hand just to bring us back together." Sora spoke brushing away some of the dust on the frame of the bed. There were other knickknacks about the room, most of them antique. It seemed the desire to collect items of worth was still a trend for vampirs as well. The brunette hesitated though when he noticed the intense stare of his youngest sibling. "Whatever is it?"
Blue eyes blinked before Roxas shook his head and looked away. "It is... nothing."

[Rikugurl]

Ventus paused as he heard the door closed, now knowing that they were alone. He had blessed the day that he was able to get his own quarters in the Singh Manor when he reached a fine age, no longer having to sleep in the stable with the horses... and now he was treated as a master himself in such a lovely room. It would need some work and love but he was sure it would become has grand as the other rooms they had seen.

Like his siblings, he walked around the room, coming to what he was sure to be a vanity and writing desk. He reached out, his claws wrapping around a sheet covered in dust before he pulled it off. Eye widened as something was immediately strange. The mirror was gone, only a few shards hanging around the edges. Who had broken it and why had it never been repaired? Old paper and quills laid across the dark wood as a half empty ink bottle was at the corner. There was even a ring with a symbol engraved in it and some wax.

He moved away from the desk and walked towards the fireplace that had some old wood in it. He had never slept in a room with a fireplace before. As he walked closer, he paused at a large window that was closed by shutters. He reached out, taking both handles and too seeing spiders scurry about before pushing on them... but they wouldn't budge. "Hmmm...." He pushed on them again and as he started to rattle them, he realized that he had to pull them open. When he did, he frowned at the dusty and dirty glass windows it hid, though they still had their own beauty. His fingers swiped across the grim, peering through the spots he cleaned to see that the window overlooked a garden in the courtyard.

It seemed like it too needed some care for the fountain had stopped and all it contained was rainwater, leaves and weeds... as so did most of the garden, only a few flowers tried to survive it. It was a wonder if the garden was once beautiful. Eyes shifted to look as the three wolves were let out into the courtyard, all sniffing around and digging at places.

It was when he heard the voice of his brother, the youngest not sounding right which made him leave the window and walk over. "What is it, brother?"