It is the night of the new moon and Creola Swifttail (Mariel Swifttail's cousin) is talking to the bartender of the Green Capri. "Quite an attack, I'd say" she says while batting her flirty eyes and naively curling her ears aroung her silky paws. She had quite a way people (or..er, bunnies for that matter) in a way that nobunny could stand.Creola caught someone staring at her in the corner of her eye so she sat down in an effort to "not draw too much attention to herself". " I guess a cop of carota tea will be O.K." she said in her bored and helpless manner that she had about her. "I just can't stop thinking.." Creola stops in her tracts as a familiar face walks in.....

"I should have known, Darien". A sassy tone appears almost instinctivly in Creola. The tall, yet thin firgure came in with dark, penetrating eyes and a stoney experssion on his face. Creola stands up. "Honestly, do you feel compelled to follow me everywhere?" She sits down again, and motions to the bartender for another drink. "They're coming Creola." he said in tone of voice that was almost as emotionless as his expression. He tosses his ears behind his shoulders. "Well they better be coming," she says, "I don't battle cowards." "No, Creola!" he says in a sudden burst of emotion. "THEY'RE coming!" He looks behind his shoulder in a new found alarm that suddenly sunk in to Creola. "Wait, Darien!" she called out. but he was gone. Then Creola's bones went cold as she felt a pair of rough hands grab her shoulder.......