Ok, so we can RP here! We know our characters so let's get started!

Rules:
- Have fun! XD
- No Swearing, or intimate Romance.
- Minimum, around a paragraph reply.
- Um, I think that's it.

Sirasazi watched from the bushes as a patrol of shadow hunters went past. He knew the treaty had been broken and the hunters were responding with a show of force. Being a hunter turned vampire had its benefits and its downfalls. Right now all downworlders were being hunted.

(use messages then don't post it on the forum and sorry)

(Excuse me, animal? This is a private RP between eveanw and I, would you mind not posting please?)

Sazria glared at the back of the shadow-hunters' heads as she was lead along. The silver chains were burning like mad, but she ignored it. The fury boiling up inside her was just too much right now. She understood the Clave's panic about the treaty being broken, but kidnapping downworlders with the excuse that it's 'just in case' and it's 'only temporary' was ridiculous! She sensed someone in the bushes and turned her gaze as she walked past. Vampire. An unintentional growl radiated from her throat, which she quickly cut off as the shadow-hunters turned around. "Quiet." One snapped.

Sirasazi watched the girl in chain. Werewolf. He knew downworlders had no chance against the Hunter's if they didn't work together he grabbed his steele and followed the hunters. He wanted to wait for a perfect moment to attach because he was outnumbered.

She saw a flash of a stele, and instantly recognised the figure. A small smile played on her lips. She pretended to faint from the pain of silver, hand leant against her forehead as she collpased on the cobble ground. Hunters crowded around her, dragging her up. The chaos and mess of people was so confusing even Sazria couldn't decipher what was going on.

Sirasazi leapt into action in the chaos he managed to free the girl. "Run." He told her as several hunters attacked him. He wad good with his blade and fended them off.

Sazria did what she was told, which was unusual. She usually never listened to anyone. Her Stele felt cold in her hand as she ran to the one place she could think of, where she could possibly be helped. There was no way she was going to a fellow downworlder. Things were edgy enough as it was without a rebellion being sparked. No, she had to go home. To the Institute.

Sirasazi blocked another blow then turned and ran leaving the party of hunters in chaos he vanished into the night. Smiling softly because he knew he'd done something good. For a werewolf.

Sazria thumped loudly on the door of the institute. Silence. "Oh come on!" She yelled. "Not all downworlders are trying to kill everything that moves for god's sake! Open up!" A flicker of movement by a window caught her eye. She looked up and her eyes locked with a blonde shadowhunter. She'd never seen him before but assumed he took up residence here. "Please." She mouthed. "Let me in."