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Ebby smiled sleepily at the Deity for a moment before realizing that she had been given another task. She nodded once acknowledging that she understood her new task. She smiled as she recieved a pat from the Deity and a small purr resounded in her chest. She smiled at the bare spot where her Goddess once stood. "Well, dearest it seems I've been sent on another task. Why don't you go feast with the other bats while I go do this." Squeaker chirped softly, and flew off into the night to enjoy a large meal and other bat festivities. She stretched for a minute before springing out of bed and bounding down the halls towards her goal.

After one or two wrong turns she had finally made it to The Throne Room. She swallowed once and knocked firmly on the door. She paused for just a moment and entered. She bowed deeply to the Goddess, and then turned to face the other seated at the smaller throne. She strode up before him and stopped at a respectful distance. She nodded to him once before speaking. "I await your instructions Sir."

Malachi looked at Vesira, feeling the touch of her paw upon his own gave him the last bit of strength he needed. Glancing at her once more she stared down at the Zamphire before him, his shoulders and chest held high, not at all like someone new to this job. "Your task is this, you must go to volcano that lies in this land of Hemlock, and come back with the stone that glows the most bright. Do not be deceived, it is not the stone that lies closest to the rim of this volcano, but the stone that lies the oldest. I do warn you, it is not to be touched by mere mortal hands, unless you find the sweet nectar of the golden bees that lies not a mile east of its base." He knew more than she about this stone, it would have to be a stone that no matter the age, still glowed red with fire. It was a stone that he himself had once owned the brother to, and he would soon, hopefully own the sister.

He knew well enough that it would be simple to ask of the bees an offering to any god or goddess, as it is what they fear the most, he just hoped she might figure to mention her own goddess' name in their presence. He was not one to over estimate, and by the look of this femme, she looked intelligent enough. "I leave you with one last thought. Keep your goddess, always in your soul, body, and mind." He nodded once more, most obviously done with his instruction.

Sterling sank onto his soft bed, feeling the gentle caress of the sheets on his fur. The room smelled slightly of lavender, and he breathed in the scent with pleasure. He crawled under his blankets, and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the events of the day.

Sterling dreamed of Zamphir surrounding him, each so beautiful, powerful, and seductive. He wanted to talk to them, to find out more about them, but each time he got close enough to speak, they vanished. He was just about to catch up to one when...

A soft knock at the door disturbed his sleep. He groggily opened his eyes, rubbing them with his paws before stumbling out of bed and to the door. "Yes?" he asked, opening the door to find a new Zamphir, just as beautiful as the others, standing outside his door. Realizing that this was probably Vesira's doing, he grinned and asked, "Do you have need of me?" He wondered why she was here now, after the feast was over. He assumed that he had met all the Zamphir that were coming tonight.

Sterling was astonished at Vampirella. She seemed so different from the other Zamphir. He smiled at her warmly, which was odd for him, and said, "Fine by me, then. If it's Vesira's wish, I would never oppose it. Besides, I would never refuse company as lovely as yourself." He took her paw and shook it, marveling at the strength of her grasp.

Sterling was very pleased to accept her offer to instruct him in the ways of the Zamphir. Perhaps he could learn how to understand this proud race of huntresses. Sterling felt inferior to the Zamphir he had come in contact with. Here was his chance to learn why. "I will be pleased to accept whatever you wish to teach me...however harsh it may be, I wish to learn more about your kind." He took her arm, and together, they walked out of the temple.

Sterling looked around blindly when she disappeared. He didn't know where she could have gone. When he felt the knife at his back, sweat began traveling down his forehead. He knew that the Zamphir were dangerous...but, he'd never imagine that they would think of him as prey. "Why is this?" he asked, his voice shaking.

Sterling hated the fact that he had fear. He knew that he was weak, but could see nothing that he could do to fix that fact.

He was rather shocked when she drank the rodent's blood. But, he hid his shock rather well. He didn't know that they were half-vamps. Of course, he wouldn't have been able to recognize that fact, because he had never met a Zamphir before just recently, and he had never met a vampire ever.

As far as questions go, Sterling had to recover from her fanged display first. So, after catching his breath, and attempting to digest everything that he had seen, he tried to voice some questions. "How can I not worry, if I am viewed as sport?" he said, frowning at her. "And shouldn't I be fearful of a race stronger, faster, and more cunning than mine?"