Volcano Pack:                 

Those who have a religion come here to pray, worship, and seek guidance from their deities.

As they walked inside it became apparent this wasnt exactly a normal church...  The sunlight came through painted glass windows casting various shades of reds blues and greens onto the floor and whomever may pass through their colored light "We can hide out here as long as we need. wanna drink?" Revy asks as she seemingly pulled a bottle of rum from the small stand infront of the pews where a speaker might stand. there was a hint of gunpoweder in the air here.. He wouldnt have known this place was just a front for selling weapons and such on the black market. Revy poured out two shots before settign the bottle and both of her pistols on the table slipping the half empty mag's out of them. she grabbed a small box of 9mm ammo from her small messanger bag and began to top off her mags leaving the shots on the table for him to come grab his. or for her to take both if he didnt want one. "So. Names Revy.. You been in this place for long?" She asks her brash and wild tone dropping a bit as she had calmed down from the exitement of battle and running now

"Then why didnt you deal with those thugs before i showed up? They seemed ready to slice you up and take anything you had that they could sell" Revy retorted before slipping the mags back into her pistols with two satisfying clicks before she downed both shots "So whats your name?" She asks reclining back in a wodden chair kicking her feet up onto a nearby table as she looked up at him resting her hands behind her head in a rather nonchalant way

Crow sat down a short distance away, where he had paused by the pews, in fact, and observed her - she seemed a bit strange, or at least, unlike anyone he had ever met. She wasn't disturbed by danger, and she wasn't afraid to drink in a church, which, from everything he'd ever heard or been told, was a big no no. His half tail lingered by his side, not tucked, nor flaring, but too short to wrap over his paws, so by his side it went, leaving one to wonder why it was so curiously short - it seemed fluffy enough, and like it was kept in good condition, it just appeared as if it had been bitten or cut cleanly off a good long while ago, and it wasn't just the tip either. It was literally half of the tail. Many often wondered if it still pained him. A shrug heaved his broadened yet narrow, slender shoulders, his figure lean, yet powerful in its element and build, displaying his skill traits as a ranger, and the ears flicked to and fro at the smallest of sounds, as if he were always on alert, the nose twitching as he picked up the faint aroma of gun powder. He at least knew what that was. He still had not replied to her earlier question of how long he had been here, because any fool could see that it wasn't long - he still wasn't sure of his way around the city, or the exact reasoning or layout behind the buildings. "It is called self control, I believe. You should look it up sometime, you appear as if you could benefit from a healthy dose of it." His voice was gruff yet soft, quiet and calm, though bitterly sarcastic and venomously biting. As if he were eternally moody, always enshrouded in gloom, and never looking on the bright side. A grade a pessimest, then. "Crow." His white teeth flashed in the shadows he had placed himself in, the darkness of his fur nearly blending smoothly with the element, or perhaps it was a cloak of the shades he normally kept around himself in places such as this, areas he did not know, so that he might make an easy, if brief, escape to further assess and determine his enemies; one could not really tell. They could only see a soul that appeared to be utterly drenched in darkness.

Revy rolled her eyes "Well Excuuuuuuse me for saving your sorry hide. And besides what could self control help you with then? They were gonna attack you gonna just stand there and let them go at you. Heh... You are quite odd though. So... Ya dont drink? what your vice then? cmon everyone's gotta have one." Revy pried a bit as she repositioned herself so she was sorta leaning on her elbows whch were on the table now "There is something off about ya.. that i cant place my finger on... Wonder what it is.." She mused half to herself... a few more copcars passed outside but didnt stop "Whats with the whole moody attitude though?

"My self control kept me from using my shadows to rip them apart and splatter their entrails upon the very brick of the walls," Crow returned without missing a beat, somewhat giving her an idea of just how powerful his element really was - he did not, however, mention its drawback. The more he used it, the more suseptible he became to their frenzied murmuring, which he could hear even now, and the darker he became, the closer to madness he delved. It was not a happy trade off, and someday, around the time he was supposed to turn twenty one, Crow was supposed to go mad anyway - his shadows would ensure it, as they had with all the other wielders of their fickle element thus far. It was simply a part of their brutal existence. "No," he answered testily, "I do not drink. Nor do I have a vice, as you call it." He flicked an ear, watching as she adjusted her position, though he remained where he was, and how he was, sitting at the pew where he had stopped in the floor, seeming content to get his bearings and memorize his surroundings as quickly and quietly as possible, something he had been taught during the days of his ranger training. He didn't answer her musings, merely continued to watch her as she attempted to figure it out, resisting the urge to mutter, "Perhaps if you weren't drunk..." as he assumed she'd had more than two shots - or she was just naturally all over the place. He kept track of the passing cars, however, even if they did not halt, preferring to know what was going on in what was currently his territory. He curled a lip in warning, revealing a flash of fang as she asked about his attitude, growling softly, a snarl lingering around the edges of his words, "Perhaps I just don't take well to many questions, or nosy people." In truth, Crow was antisocial, which in part, was due to his upbringing, the memorial of his siblings still fresh and clear in his mind as they day they were all together, alive and happy in the world despite how his mother treated him, and then the next, they were gone, one by one, dying slowly because he, Crow, was unable to provide for them, and their parents, like the cowards they were, had run off. Perhaps, the dark male thought, thinking back, he really was the habringer of death. Perhaps he really did bring about only destruction. Certainly everyone around him seemed to end up hurt or dead, which was, in the grand scheme of things, one portion of why he was so antisocial.

"Drunk? Sheesh it would take ten of these to get me halfway there. Besides if i was drunk id be way more agressive and probably be hitting on you right now" She stood up a bit "Well if you find me nosy i could leave you here by yourself all alone. Just say Revy sent ya if some blond chick in a nun outfit shows up later" And with that she began to the door... the church darkening and his demons growing.. perhaps... he would not want her to go... Even if she was nosy and brash atleast she kept him company.. kepot the demons voices quieter then when he would be alone

Crow snorted in response, thinking to himself that he didn't know her and so wouldn't have been able to discern that, but after her earlier retort, he kept the notion to himself. The silver pinpricks flickered forward, marking his ear piercings, as he watched her go, the shadows surrounding him, reminding him softly of home...that wretched, god forsaken place that was home. Where his siblings had died. Where his parents had abused and abandoned him. And he was reminded, once more, that he was forever an outcast. An outsider with no natural place to call his own, no friends, and no family. But then, Crow reminded himself, that was just fine. He was the habringer of death after all, a summoner of misery and a court mate of agony. And being as such, falling into the trap of a life his mother had always foretold for him, Crow knew he needed no friends. No company to distract him or anatgonize him with a life he could not have had. With a snort and a curl of his lip, the young male hefted himself to his feet, flicking his half tail as his black furred form blended neatly in the shadows,the icy blue glint of his eyes all that remained to be seen as the darkness gently wrapped about his form and figure, aligning itself into his fur. "I have no more use for this place myself," Crow replied rather tartly, his dark tone rough and grumbling. "The officers are gone, and the crime scene all but examined. I will be fine out amongst the streets once more."

Blake texted Revy asking where she was. 

A red wolf came in from the graveyard and she smelled of death and vampires. She was clearly a pack wolf but for some reason did fine on her own. She came in town for one reason to make the vampires back off and leave her pack alone. She snarled some and ran into a vampire there. they fought and she shot a dark energy out which hit the vampire in the chest. Causing it to crash through the door and land before them. Akyra caught the scent of others here and growled. one was a vampire,wolven mix scent and the other was a wolven scent. She snarled a bit and crouched down" hmmm caught a spy have I? "She whispered smoothly and licked her muzzle. 

Crow's head jerked up, the ears flicking forward even as a snarl rolled past his lips, the curved black surface slipping past to reveal the flashing white of his fangs as the vampire crashed into the church, his crow black fur, another reason for his namesake, bristling while he flattened his ears, the silver lining of each earring the only thing one could see to determine his presence...besides the ice blue tone of his eyes, that was, which were nothing more than mere pinpricks of light at his point, tail by his flanks as he waited for his true opponent to show themselves, appearing alert and intense, searching the area for such a perp.

the red wolf smirked as she walked towards the church before coming to a stop by the front door. She turned and looked inside too where Crow and Revy was. She knew she wasn't on pack land anymore but more in the city. but it didn't mean she couldn't stand in a fight.and win if she so pleased. She grinned and growled though something about him reminded her of the alpha's son.... She snarled some and moved into a defenisve stance .Her tail came straight up and her head down as her legs slightly slide into a more stronger stance. Her eyes locked on crow and smirked" oh why hello there "She said smoothly.

Crow watched the red coated female as she advanced, noting the prominent display of her cocky form, and he growled in return, snapping back, "Go and hello yourself, she-wolf." He called her by her gender rather than name, as he did not know her calling, and even one as grumpy and ill mannered as Crow refrained from using such unsavory accusations as that of "wench" or "woman." Just because he was rude, didn't mean he degraded or demeaned women, quite the opposite, in fact, as Crow had learned the hard way to respect them, though he held no place in his heart for females who reminded him of his mother, a she-wolf he had most hated, almost as much as she had despised him. He kept still where he stood, but even though he was standing back a ways, it was clear, from the faint and dim light of the city and the setting sun, that something wasn't quite right with his own figure - it was moving and writhing in ways that weren't possible for another wolf, let alone a Wolven or human, no matter how flexible, and it was then that perhaps Akyra would know that something was up. Perhaps he wasn't as weak or meek as he seemed, as his shadow element radiated an aura of power and viciousness. An aura of malice. It sent shivers down a normal creature's spine, but then, Crow determined that the red pelted female, this Akyra, was probably a great deal away from normal, and most likely not to fit into the average Wolven spectrum.

Akyra watched him for a moment and raised a brow" shadow element? "She asked smoothly as she slowly entered the building. Her eyes turning dark and cold as she looked towards him. She snarled some showing she didn't care much for males either seeing as her heart had been broken by more then a few of them and was forced to be mated with one and carry the wolf's child. She snarled and came to terms that she would never see her daughter again. this only angered her more and fualed her anger to fight and for blood. Her ears were flat against her head as she looked at him" A lone wolf how interesting... so is it you who's been telling the vampires our weaknesses? "She asked coldly. 

Crow watched her every move, the ice blue tone of his haunting eyes never leaving her form, never wavering from her taut figure, and his snarl of a reply was soft, his muscles tense and rigid as her own. So she did know of his element after all. Well, that didn't mean he still couldn't use it to his advantage: just because she knew of it, didn't mean she knew what he personally could do with it. He huffed with a light flick of the ears, not attacking, not backing away. Just standing there, observing, perhaps angering her all the more. He could tell she cared not for males, but, well, that wasn't his problem. He had been born a male for a reason, and he could not help that. She would just have to deal with it, like it or not. Or she could deal with him. Either way, it mattered not to Crow himself. He didn't even seem insulted she had accused him, though the young brute did make it clear he wasn't pleased with such an accusation. "Think what you will, but in order to give away secrets, logic dictates I first must have knowledge of those implicated secrets. Creating a nice little hole in your perfect little theory, girl. Try observing and getting your own facts straight before you go rushing in and accusing someone."

Crow watched her every move, the ice blue tone of his haunting eyes never leaving her form, never wavering from her taut figure, and his snarl of a reply was soft, his muscles tense and rigid as her own. So she did know of his element after all. Well, that didn't mean he still couldn't use it to his advantage: just because she knew of it, didn't mean she knew what he personally could do with it. He huffed with a light flick of the ears, not attacking, not backing away. Just standing there, observing, perhaps angering her all the more. He could tell she cared not for males, but, well, that wasn't his problem. He had been born a male for a reason, and he could not help that. She would just have to deal with it, like it or not. Or she could deal with him. Either way, it mattered not to Crow himself. He didn't even seem insulted she had accused him, though the young brute did make it clear he wasn't pleased with such an accusation. "Think what you will, but in order to give away secrets, logic dictates I first must have knowledge of those implicated secrets. Creating a nice little hole in your perfect little theory, girl. Try observing and getting your own facts straight before you go rushing in and accusing someone."

Revy had sat up as the vampire crashed through the front church doors with a slightly more energetic "What the fuck?" Leaving her lips as she grabbed her pistol from the table she was leaning against. Its silver frame shining with the entering sunlight as she waited for whomever threw this vampire in here to walk in. She had been able to shoot Blake a text of the location and a little summery of what had happened before hand.  Revy stood as the female entered the church and began accuseing Crow "Lady you really shouldnt be throwing around accusations at people you dont know. Now I suggest you scram unless you want some trouble" Revy growled her ears raising and so did her tail.  She had a rather cold demenor at the moment and seemed to be getting the itch for some blood. thamkfully blake was on his way and she would feed off of him like they jave been lately. She didnt seem intimidated by Akyra in the slightest and actualy seemed rather annoyed at the female's rude entrance

Akyra huffed and snarled at them. seeing the pistol in Revy's hand she growled and showed some very dark eyes and growing anger towards her. clearly not liking the weapon" maybe you should put that *insert curse word of choice here* thing away before someone gets hurt "she growled giving her the impression she was speaking about Revy the one holding the gun. Akyra snarled and turned to look back at crow" you say you don't know anything about the war between Vampires and Wolven? "She asked coldly as her gaze traveled between them. Her eyes nearly black with some red tint to them making her look like a demon with her nearly blood red looking coat and her black and red eyes. Her coat even took on a darker look to it. it was clear her power was something to do with darkness. 

Revy grins before actualy laughing at Akyra before pulling out her second pistol so she was dual weilding "Oh thats fucking halarious! The only person in danger of getting hurt here is you. You want me to put my guns down so badly? Come make me then Bitch" She grins almost as if she was looking for a fight. "Your in a place you dont fuckin belong waltzing around making demands like you own the place? You got a set of brass balls but it seems like your lacking in the upstairs department"