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Springtide of the Black Rose

Chapter Three

Time for Anything

By Rhyne Hentzel

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It was Saturday morning, Rociel was dreaming in the Land of Nod, her mind clear of thought as it came to welcome an uninvited guest, Caesar Traugott, whom was wandering through the kingdom of the subconscious. He came about to a world of alabaster, a desert of nothingness, walking towards his host off in the distance, hoping to introduce himself. The surroundings soon changed, the sky above turned dark, all light was absconded from sight, only a series of Monitor panels to guide his way towards her. Visages of his own past came to the sidelines, revealing all his adventures in this world of the limitless wonders and wretched nightmares, Rociel was now peering into the wolf's mind, treating it like a simple computer.

"Friends, and countrymen, Heed my words; We come to bury Caesar, not to praise him; The evil that men do lives after them, The good is oft interred with their bones, So let it be with Caesar ... The noble Brutus Hath told you Caesar was ambitious." Rociel quoted, her voice echoing in the bleak void, when a mirage of the canine himself came charging at him with knife. Caesar raised his left arm to block the strike, striking the illusion across the face with a swift punch before seizing the blade and piercing it into the mirroring rendition's flesh "Et tu, Caesar?" it said in its final breath as they swapped places. He turned in direction he was originally heading "You're willing to betray yourself to accomplish your goals?" the Hyena taunted.

Caesar marched onward til he found himself near the end of this rancid hell, seeing Rociel sitting in a throne with a shadowy creature that was her embodiment of her dark side, kneeling before her with a leash around his neck, suckling at her toes. It had completely submitted to her will, quietly worshipping the master who held its leash with a firm grasp. The vile creature was everything that would be considered 'Evil' in the eyes of others: a Monster willing to destroy for anything or any reason. Another entity came forth in front of the steps that lead to the platform where the Hyena lorded over her dream. It was the mental representation of Caesar's own darkness, a being made of ambition that would roll over anything in its path to achieve its own ends. He was curious as to the why of this menagerie of the Psyche "What's the purpose for this... Nightmare?" he questioned, as his counterpart wielding a chain that was set a flame.

"You seek to be stronger, like all great individuals do, but you must realize the cost of it because everything has a price to it." Rociel explained, revealing that this was a test of Caesar himself, to challenge him. He honestly didn't see the purpose to this carnival of madness, unable to find the meaning behind it "I don't seek to be stronger..." He said but his Ambition grew larger, stating otherwise. She took notice to this "Why do you lie to yourself, Why reject part of who you are?" Rociel asked as Caesar's Darkness mumbled "He's afraid of who'd he become... He's afraid I'll hurt that girl..." it muttered. The Wolf snapped upon hearing those words "Shut up!!!" he shouted, propelling himself towards the evil that lurked with, wrapping his hands around its throat. It was unafraid, knowing fully well "...You need me... Killing me is killing a part of yourself... killing your desire for her... that desire is from me... Embrace me..." his ambition hissed, longing to a part of Caesar once and for all.

Rociel's darkness faded into a mist, breathed into its master, becoming a part of her nature once again as she discovered the memory of Caesar's dreamscape escapades with her little sister, Celestine, over the past couple days which seemed like months "Cell needs a man. A man that is willing to lead the way ahead. Someone to show her the light at the end of tunnel that's collapsing behind, to lead her to it for her freedom... an Ambitious man." She lectured. Temptation was her favorite weapon, stronger than any gun or sword she could hope to make, a weapon that struck right to the core of her target. Caesar's mind rang at her words, finding himself in a quandary, debating what to make of this charade.

Rociel grinned at the standstill "You're divided within yourself, refusing to accept the fact that everything comes with a cost. Love comes with a cost. To be able to even truly love someone requires you to change in some way." She lectured, knowing that the only way for him to ever escape from the depths of her mind was for Caesar to re-imagine himself. The Wolf simply began walking away until his hidden nature muttered "The Bull needs a challenge... The Bull isn't a coward.... The Bull is a Man with the strength to overcome the challenge" mocking Caesar's power.

The Wolf turned, charging towards his Ambition, knocking it down on the pathway, strangling it by the throat "I have the Strength to control you! Don't you ever fucking dare doubt that! I have accomplished my goals in the past! Now obey!..." exerting his dominance over the creature. "Yes... Master." It complied, fading into him, entwining itself within his personality. Rociel slowly clapped as Caesar stepped on the platform "Congratulations, today you may have became a man..." She said, finding her experiment with him was a success. He felt a different, his mind clearer of any fog that had plagued him before "What was the purpose behind all of this?" He questioned his hostess that sat ahead of him. "Everything has a moral to it if you can find it, Alice..." She teased, particularly for the reason of avoiding an explanation.

The Alarm clock rang, 5:00 AM. Rociel awoke from her slumber with a devious smile and a giggle "I love screwing with Psychics' heads!" she thought as she got out of bed. The Crossbreed went down the stairs, fully dressed in her hunting gear with her Saiga Semi-automatic rifle, chambered for 308., equipped with a holographic weapon sight, a Flash Hider, and Skeletal buttstock. She entered the living room to find her parents, Rhyne and Jacklyn, involved in one of their more intimate acts with her father possessing a leather flogger in his hand. "Uhh..." He said, completely frozen in his black unitard while Rociel's mother was bent over the back of the couch, wearing a pair of Boxers and a Green camoflauge T-shirt.

Rhyne contemplated a way out of this situation "Umm... would you like to me explain what we were doing?" He calmly asked, maintaining his composure. Rociel clearly knew what was going but decided to humor her father "Sure." She replied, wondering what sort of answer that will come from the 42-year old Waterwolf. "What your mother and I are doing is called "Flogging" which is where I utilized an apparatus, like the whip in my hand, to strike against her flesh against regions such as her buttocks, back, thighs, and occasionally her stomach. Now it requires a certain motion that requires your entire body to perfectly execute a well-placed strike, adding to the overall effect when you use a flogger effectively. The strikes create a neurochemical response in the "victim's" brain that release endorphins and adrenaline along with all sorts of wonderful hormones that create a euphoria sensation.

The Elder Hyena continued his somewhat explanation on flogging, "They are two factors when it comes to the type of whip you utilize, called Thud and Sting, which thud is how much you leave mark while sting is the pain sensation inflicted. These variables are affected by type of material used in the flogger, like Latigo leather having the most thud and sting while Deerskin or Bootlace have little to no thud but a very high sting like rubber, though in my opinion, Rubber can easily degrade over a short period of time as where leather is very durable if cared for properly. The number of tails also affects the two aforementioned factors, the more tails you have, the more Thud a flogger has to it. I prefer a High sting over to little or no thud at all, because I do not wish to cause any lacerations to appear on your mother that have potential to become infected and or possibly scar." He lengthily explained before twisting his entire body, striking the leather against Jacklyn's rear to demonstrate the ballet of motions used, as she fervently blushed, intoxicated with the aforementioned hormones.

Rociel was somewhat intrigued by the entire lesson in regards to Whips and the like, considering she made one from a Deer's hide a few months ago, since she found herself using in her sessions of 'Self-love', discovering the flesh-throbbing pain to be invigorating. The idea of pain itself, delivering it or receiving it, to her was often what titillated her thoughts. She envisioned herself with her arms bound in chains to be at the end of seven foot tall giant's bullwhip before breaking loose and bringing him to his knees in masochistic pleasure.

Rociel was lost in a daydream fantasy, her father snapped her out of out with the question "Would you like breakfast sweetie?" he asked. She contemplated the thought of food at the moment "Maybe I'll have some Mint Tea and some pastries..." she replied, her stomach trying to draw away her thoughts to the more appetizing idea of grilled meats. Rhyne could hear her daughter's stomach growling, "Are you sure you don't want a Bratwurst Breakfast Skillet?" he teased, offering to cook one of her favorites. Jacklyn's stomach wasn't too far behind as her stomach bellyached at the suggestion "Goddamit, I'm hungry now." She whined. Rociel's father went immediately to work, her mother joined him to aide him in the preparation to their early morning meal

Kaina awoke to the sound of dish cabinet doors opening and closing, grabbing her glasses, rushing out into the kitchen, immediately going straight to work in helping cook breakfast. Rociel laughed her 'Other' Mother's nudity, it wasn't uncommon to catch her family members in the buff, her father really didn't care if they did run around that way though he was extremely bashful to be naked around her and Celestine, claiming it to be highly inappropriate for him to do so. 28 minutes later, Cell awoken to scent of the Mint Tea brewing, accompanied by the aroma of cooking vegetables, namely onions, potatoes, mushrooms, cabbage, and peppers. She too, like her mother, rushed to kitchen except for the reason to sate her appetite, dashing to the dining room table before taking a set next to her sister.

Celestine was excited, it was one of the only few occasions she'd get to eat any sort of meat, moreover protein, since her and her mother often felt strange when people stared at them when eating a burger on her days out. Rociel couldn't help to giggle at her sister's lack of modesty "You know you're going to make Caesar a very happy man if you go around like that..." she taunted. Cell's world felt like it came shattering down upon hearing her liaison's name "Nonononononono!" she chanted in her head, as tugging down her ears in a moment of panic. Rhyne's ears perked at the mention of a boy before serving his daughter's plate, sitting down across from the 14-year old rabbit "So who's this "Caesar", dearie?" he asked, staring at her. Celestine was freaking out inside, frightened by how her father would react "Uhm... He's a boy I like...He's really sweet and cute...plus he's a mute" She anxiously explained.

Rhyne smiled at her, giving her a kiss on the forehead for reassurance "He sounds like a good man to tie the Knot with." He said. Cell popped a gasket at the sheer mention of that phrase, her mind racing with all sorts of pubescent hormone driven thoughts as Rociel nearly choked on her tea, almost bursting out in laughter if she hadn't been drinking it. He noticed one of his daughters blushing, lost in a deep bliss while the other was trying to regain her composure. The young crossbreed had the palm of her hand against her forehead "Poor choice of words dad!" she stated, feeling slightly embarrassed herself now meant by that "What wrong with what said?" he asked, pondering the answer.

Rociel was trying her best to keep herself from giggling "Caesar is a Wolf..." she simply explained. Her father's cheeks turned red, realizing his erroneous mistake "I duly apologize, sweetie." He said to Celestine, whom was no longer mentally present. He tried to garner his daughter's attention but finally realized his words sent her into a trance "Oh dear, she's in subspace" he stated, sighing "My little girl's growing up..." Rhyne lamented. Rociel figured a way to snap her little sister out of it, "Should I mention that Caesar is also a 'Psyper' that's been visiting her in her dreams?" finding her verbal bullets once more. The rabbit came down from her trance, lunging at her half-sibling in a fit of irritation "Bigmouth!!!" trying to wrestle her down on the floor.

It only took to a minute for Rociel to secure her victory, using her foot to pin down her little sister's center of gravity. Celestine didn't enjoy being stuck like this "Sic Semper Tyrannis!" she whined, trying to escape from the consequence of attacking her eldest. "Thus always to Tyrants?" the young Hyena said, translating the phrase with ease, though somewhat confused. "No, lay off my back!" Cell answered, wriggling around the floor, attempting to crawl away. Rociel giggled "Oh that would be "Ponaturque corpus meum"." She said before releasing the rabbit. Celestine stood up and gave her sister a hug "I'm sorry sissy..." she apologized, wrapping her arms around the Hyena's waist, pressing her head against her eldest's bosom.

Rociel decided to return the gesture, tightly squeezing the lapine in her strong arms, causing her to fall short of breath "Go tend to your garden, Cell" she said. Celestine replied "Okay" before running off to their bedroom. Their parents were busy finishing their breakfast "So who's hosting this little sleepover this afternoon?" her father asked, biting down on a slice of sausage. "A Russian girl by the name of Zoya Markov, She invited Cell and I." She answered, not particularly thrilled by the idea of being surrounded by a group of overly-feminine girls trying to paint their toe-nails with all sorts of frilly colors and patterns. Rhyne took a sip of his tea then setting it down "Zoya Markov.... Ahh! She's the daughter of one of my patients, Alexander Markov. You should be fine, still, take your knife though." He said, always wanting his daughter to carry her knife with her, which technically was an 18-inch heavy duty Bolo machete, whenever she went anywhere.

Meanwhile, Kenashi was waking up next to his girlfriend Akira, in her bed after spending his Friday night with her. She was still fast asleep until he grabbed her sides, tickling her with his hands "So how about we do it again..." he asked as she sat upright, keeping her right eye closed. "Kenny, I want to but Erika's been yelling at me all night. I got a huge headache..." Akira whined, feeling her head throbbing in pain while her boyfriend grabbed her eyepatch, placing it around her head, tying the string in a tight knot with a little a bow. Ken smiled at his handiwork "There we go! Now we don't have to worry about 'it' slipping out." He said, scorning the thought of the other 'Akira' free from her mind.

Ken crawled out of bed, standing up to stretch and yawn, waving his tail around in the air before twisting his upper body around, trying to motivate his body to wake up. He opened up his girlfriend's closet, grabbing a white blouse and a pair of denim trousers, Kenashi always kept extra clothes in her home since her uncle often liked taking him shopping. He gave Akira a kiss, locking lips with her for a brief moment before heading out the door, walking past her uncle, Senjiro, who was nursing a hangover with pieces of boiled ginger, along with a strange concoction of orange juice, honey, and lemon.

The Time was 7:15 AM. Rociel was waiting at the entrance to her hunting grounds, a heavily forested area that went up into the nearby hills that was only a half mile away from her home near Blue Gulch. The wind danced through the trees, tickling at their leaves, as the branches shook about, almost making one wonder who was watching her. Ken came walking up the lightly paved trail, coming across a sign that said "No Hunting" before noticing Rociel propped up against a tree, garbed in a camouflage vest, tank top and shorts, wearing black leotard underneath it all. He looked at her then turning his head to the sign "Hey, you do know that you can't hunt here right?" He questioned, staring at her Russian-made sporting rifle. She laughed at him "Oh, I just have those around to keep people from trespassing on my property" she replied.

Kenashi scoffed at the idea "Ha! That's a funny! Now let's get out of...." He said before pausing as Rociel gave him a serious look, she didn't appreciate being called a liar. "Yes, I actually do own this land, an entire square mile of it under a corporate name. Let's get moving, there is only a small timeframe before the deer get hustling and we need to get you a gun." The Hyena explained, hopping over the gate before heading down the trail, gesturing for him to catch up. They soon came across a rather peculiar area after taking a wrong turn down a split in the path, it was large sand dune like area, a former quarry pit that was filled in with sand ages ago, now a Multi-purpose testing ground littered with small craters and tin cans with holes in them.

Ken was amazed by this place alone "Wow, I had no idea this was back here. It would be awesome for like dirt bikes or dune buggies." He complimented, somewhat impressed by the fact alone that an entire mile of land was her entire playground. Rociel had a better idea "Sometimes I just like to run around naked here and jack off when the weather's nice" she teased, the vulpine's ears perked at the suggestion. "Wait... what?" he questioned, a little slow to catch onto her wording. He asked "Don't you mean 'Jill' off?" noticing a word out of place.

"If Jill had what I have, Jack would be choking all the way down the hill!" Rociel said, giggling at the fox's naivety, "a Guy like you hasn't met a girl like me before?" she continued. Kenashi was dumbfounded, trying to figure out the meaning "Umm... I haven't slept with a Hyena yet, why? Is there something important I should know?" he asked. She couldn't help to grin, knowing the answer "Ohhohoho! You're in a for big surprise then!...." she said as they came upon a strange modular building complex with a garage attached to it, along with chain link fence surrounding the area's smooth concrete foundation.

Rociel opened the front Gate, using key she had, despite the fact the she could have technopathically unlocked it but wanted to show off the fact that she actually owned the little compound. It was rather quaint in its appearance, and it seemed completely self-sufficient, judging by the hyper-advanced Solar Panels that were on the roof, accompanied by a Satellite Tower that would look more at home on the roof of a Tokyo skyscraper. "So is this like your little tech-lab?" He assumed, convinced by the remoteness of the building's location that it would be the perfect place to develop new, innovative technologies, unhindered by any distractions. She was flattered by the thought "It partially is but it's more of my secret hideout I use when I need to get away from it all..." The Hyena said before briefly pausing to hear the wind and the birds frolicking about "...And it's quiet." She spoke in a soft tone.

Kenashi saw her moment of peaceful embrace, watching her carefully listen to the sounds of nature "Don't you hear it?" Rociel stated. Echoes of prancing made their way past the trees, thundering towards the east, the bounty was afoot and sun was halfway over the horizon "A Quarter click to the North moving to the Northeast" she said, guessing the herd's position before the gut wrenching sound of an ungodly high pitched scream. "Gotcha! Ken, it's time to get you a gun" She said, leading him into the building, using her Technokinesis to unlock the several padlocks that secured the door, entering what appeared to be a living room with kitchen adjacent. Rociel went down a staircase to the adjacent garages, coming back with IMI Tavor TAR-21 Semi-automatic assault rifle chambered for 7.62mm NATO, handing the Rifle to him "Here, happy birthday Kenny! It's got a full magazine and the safety's on." She cheered.

Kenashi was shocked, despite his birthday being all the way in December, "Wow, thanks" He couldn't helped to be amazed at the Bull-pup action firearm. He could still hear a wild beast crying out in the forest, now realizing what he was supposed to do "Oh no... I don't wan-" the Fox said before he was interrupted. "Everything comes with a price pretty-boy, and that price is for you to kill something with your gift" Rociel lectured, hoping to teach him a lesson, hearing the buck's cries intensify, caught in one of her vicious steel traps. He was horrified by the animal's screams, almost sounding like the words "Kill me!", part of him felt disgusted "You're a fucking monster!..." he jeered. She simply laughed "Am I now? You're simply sitting here listening to its cries for death, letting it slowly bleed out, extending its painful demise. Isn't that something a monstrous person would do? Ignore the plea for quick and painless death?" The Hyena rebuttled, pointing out that he had the tool to end its misery.

Ken's mind shattered. Was he really just going to block out the thought of something suffering all alone until he took action, running out the door with a rifle in hand. Rociel was in tow, running after him, heading into the deep dark canopy of the forest "I'm coming to kill you..." He thought without a second glance. He soon found a huge buck, pinned to the ground by one of Rociel's traps, with a heavy metallic pole bearing down on it. The Fox took aim for the back of its head, thoughtlessly pulling the trigger, as the bullet discharge, burying it in the back of the Cervine's skull, He just realized what he had done before snapping out of it, kneel down on the ground, starting to cry "I am sorry... I'm sorry dad..." he muttered. Rociel came to find sobbing mess of a boy after the gunshot "Well congratulations on the kill, you get the honors." She said, disabling the trap, unleashing its death grip on the carcass.

Rociel pulled her knife out, starting to field dress Ken's prey, tearing out the organs while skinning the hide off. He couldn't gather himself to look, curling up into a ball until she stopped him, dragging him by the collar of shirt to participate her tradition of consuming the heart. The Hyena had cut out the Buck's heart just for him, "Here, Eat this or I will beat you into bloody pulp" she threatened. Kenashi grabbed the heart, kneeling, taking a massive bite out of the organ, swallowing the raw flesh of his quarry, feeling the blood soak his fur and shirt with every bite. The Crossbreed smiled as she gathered up the meat into a black trashbag, leaving nothing but a bony mass behind, dragging it off into a nearby clearing that she normally dumped the remains before coming back to the kill site.

"Congratulations, you just became a man today..." Rociel said, laughing with psychotic giggling, finding the whole situation an entire joke. Ken was still in tears, traumatized by the fact he didn't even blink during the shot "Why?.." he chanted over and over, questioning the purpose behind the reason why he killed. "Oh please! Can you stop crying like a little bitch?" she hissed, before grabbing her specialized pitch black lipstick, applying to her edge of mouth then kissing the Fox on the forehead, leaving a mark on him. He stopped his stream of tears, his cheeks reddened with sorrow "Now, would you like to go bacl to my hideout and have breakfast with me?" she asked, trying to show her attempt at empathy. Kenashi nodded, speaking in a battered tone "Yes... Ma'am" he replied, unknowingly showing his respect to the brutish hunter, answering her question.

Five minutes later, they returned to the compound, walking up the steps to the main door, entering the domicile. Kenashi sat down at the kitchen table, nulling over his thoughts while Rociel grabbed a few eggs and flank of venison from the recent prey, preparing breakfast for him. "... Umm, Hey, I'm sorry I broke down on you like that, it wasn't cool of me." He apologized, feeling it was his fault for making the entire outing awkward for both of them. She knew it was actually her responsibility for testing him like that "Do not take the blame for something that I did. My father says I like push people's limits and do it unconsciously so calm down, It's not like the first time it's happened." The Hyena said, recalling an incident with her little sister, Celestine, where she was charged by a boar out in Hawaii and had to put bamboo spike through its skull.

Kenashi sorted out his emotions, remembering the times he and his father went walking out in the hills, hiking through the dense overgrowth and exploring the caves back in Japan. He felt a sense of nostalgia overcome him as a warmth bloomed inside his chest, like Crimson Lotus in the summer "Rociel. Thanks for taking me out here" the Fox said. Rociel didn't care either way if he said thank you or not "Yeah whatever..." she chimed, before plating her guest's breakfast then sitting down across from him.

"So... Mr. Playboy, What do you know about Zoya Markov?" Rociel asked, Ken paused before biting down on his steak, his face cringing at the name. He had no compassion for the husky "Stay the fuck away from her! She will try to blackmail you at any chance she gets." He forewarned. She chuckled at his reaction "That's it? Why, what does she have on you?" curious about his apprehensiveness. Ken queerly grinned "I may have fucked Ira's Grandmother... a few times...or more." He vaguely answered while somewhat proud of himself in that aspect. Rociel deadpanned, her expression was clearly saying "You filthy scavenger..." before he realized he had a picture of her on his phone, pulling it out from his pocket and scrolling to her photo.

"Holyshit...How old is she?!?" Rociel exclaimed, surprised by the sheer youthful appearance of the Jaguaress, feeling a mixture of envy and arousal. Kenashi was enjoying the hyena's company once again "She's in her late 60's, yet she looks like she's in her 30's. Awesome right?" he said. She soon remembered how her father took herbal supplements since he was 20, and still looks half his actual age "Actually, if she took anti-oxidizing supplements for an extended period of time, it would slow down the aging process severely." Rociel explained, detailing the chemistry behind aging, showing her fondness for science.

Ken was busy chowing down on breakfast while listening to her lecture, though he was only paying mind to the sound of her voice, finishing his steak and eggs after five minute. He looked at the time on his phone, realizing he had to be home for his mother's "Akira's Stay Over" Curfew, "Uhh Rociel, I gotta get going.." the vulpine said. Rociel stopped talking before heading into the kitchen to grab the meat from his kill, as he started walking out the door "Wait a minute!" she said, She went down into the garage to grab a knapsack with all the tools necessary for firearm maintenance, tossing an spare magazine in the side pouches before handing it to Kenashi. The Crossbreed detached the Fox's Rifle clip and tossing it in the bag "Do not walk into town with a loaded magazine or you will get detained." She forewarned, sending him on his way, pushing him out the door.

Ken didn't think twice about the reasons why, walking down the path on his merry way back home. Rociel sighed as she leaned against the door, relieved that she didn't have to make an enemy out of him, a voice speaking inside her mind "Well at least we can utilize him to our advantage later on when we need him... or at least turn him into our personal jester." Her brain said. The crossbreed at war with her own brain yet again "He needs a vision in order to be an effective tool" She thought, as her ego attempted to plot out some grand scheme to be executed down the road. It couldn't help to rebuttal "It's no different than using the Black Rose Society to accomplish our goals" her ego stated, trying to prove a point. Her Super-ego chimed in to combat the manipulative ideas stemming from the part of the brain using realism to sate the Id's desires for gratification "Yes but we made amends with him because our father would have wished for us because it's the right thing to do." It said.

Rociel's Ego couldn't help to retort "Where were you when we were beating the shit out of him the first place?" it replied. The super-ego was short on a response "Well I let the Id handle it" it said, avoiding the responsibility. The logical part of the Hyena's brain didn't care for the idea of letting her baser instincts take control "You let the little monster that's main goals are Kill, Eat, Fuck and Reproduce, take control of our body just cause you couldn't come up with a decent enough response, that's reckless on your behalf." It lectured. Rociel stripped off her clothing, before plopping onto the couch, turning on a pornographic film, catering to her Id's desires. The Super-ego noticed the Psyche taking notice to the primal urges "...Yet you're the one supposed to control this sort behavior" it criticized. The ego realized that the Id was persuading the Self to sate its desires "At this point, fuck it!" it stated.

Meanwhile back at Rociel's home, Celestine was feeling bothered by her own emotions, trying to comprehend her attraction to Caesar. She walked down the stairs to the living room, finding her father on the couch watching television "Hey dad, can I talk to you about something?" the Rabbit asked. Rhyne turned off the TV as his daughter sat down next to him "What is it you need darling?" he said. She had a lot of questions for the past few days "Are you mad that I like an Esper?" Cell question, her thoughts bothered with uncertainty. He giggled "No, sweetie. I am more disappointed that you aren't taking the initiative to establish a physical relationship with him. If my theory is correct, you're attracted to him because of similarities between me and him." Her father said, explaining the process of parental imprinting that influences their offspring's choices of partners.

Celestine raised a brow "So I'm attracted to him because of you?" she said, pondering if this held any truth. "Well look at your Mother Jacklyn's father; we share some similarities in regards to personality, thus forth, her mental imprint of her preferred mate would someone who shares similarities with her impression of the ideal male." Rhyne stated, trying to tell her about how attraction really works. The rabbit started putting two and two together "...So he's attracted me to because I share similarities with his mother?" she asked. Her father couldn't help to make a point "Yes... or you're similar to his ideal female, which could be whatever woman that has made deep psychological imprint." He replied.

Cell was a rattled by this information but felt more at ease "Alright..." she said, still having more questions to be answered. "Umm... Hypothetically speaking, how would you feel if I had an 'Adult toy'?" She cautiously asked, afraid of how her father would react to its nature. Rhyne blushed, heartily laughing "Listen dearie, you're old enough to decide what you wish to do with your body in regards to your physical needs. If you wish to purchase one, I'll have Jacklyn help you choose one like Kaina did with Rociel. No questions asked." He stated, understanding the viewpoint of being a frustrated adolescent trying to find relief and mental stimulation. The lapine teen hugged her father, her fears dispelled from thought before she sat back down next to him.

Celestine was still burning with curiosity "Does it hurt when you lose your virginity?" she asked, feeling that these questions could only by him. Rhyne felt trapped in this awkward conversation, though figuring it would best for him to answer to sate the rabbit's thirst for knowledge "For women, yes. It's due to the Hymen being torn. Listen, I am not going to sugarcoat this like the way those ridiculous Christian sponsored abstinence seminars are in school. You're better off 'popping your cherry' yourself because if you do end up in a relationship and have a boy do it, then fall out with him. You'll use him as comparison for the rest of your life with any other partners." He professed as Kaina happen walk by, tuning in onto the conversation. "He's right about that you know..." she chimed, hoping to take the pressure off of him.

Cell looked at her mother, whom in her lack of feminine modesty was wandering around in the buff "Your dad took my virginity, then the time we spent apart for a couple years. I couldn't help comparing guys I met to him, so I didn't bother to try dating anyone because I knew I would be disappointed with them." Kaina explained, leaning over the couch. The young rabbit was somewhat appalled by the fact that Caesar might the only guy for her, depression looming over her "Is that what really sums up dating and relationships?" she pondered. Rhyne shrugged his shoulders "I hate to sound pessimistic but in a way, yes. There are the fun aspects of being in a relationship though like Intimacy, Sex, and passionate nights under the cover of darkness in your neighbor's front lawn." He said, trying to reassure her hope.

"Wait, that's you guys sneaking out in the middle of the night?" Celestine questioned, finally figuring out why she kept hearing footsteps going out the front door when she slept. The Rabbit had always been paranoid of home intruders since she was eight years old, when someone broke into their home in Redding, California, trying to kidnap her in the twilight of the evening. Rociel foiled her little sister's abduction, stopping the intruder in his tracks, using the steel cutlery in the kitchen to form a barrage of spear tips, impaling him to death then let their Mr. Burrows dispose of the body in a suitable fashion.

Cell was busy contemplating her father's words, "So Monogamy is overrated?" she said, coming to the conclusion based on what she understood about him. Rhyne nodded his head from side to side "Well... in some ways yes, I am a contented man with both your mothers and they are very happy with me" He replied, debating which stance to take on the topic. Kaina chimed in again, sitting down on the couch next to the Waterwolf, cuddling him "Celestine, sweetie, you don't have to worry about making the decision on who you're going to be with. I had my mom and dad breathing down my neck about finding a 'christian' guy, which to me meant being stuck with some preachy pantywaist that wouldn't make me happy." The Loppe explained, feeling some talkative in order to help her daughter. A question soon popped up in her mind "What do you like about dad though?" the adolescent rabbit asked, wondering what qualities made him successful.

Kaina blushed a little "Well, your father when I was younger showed me how to feel good when my mom and dad kept knocking me down, telling me not to do this and that. He comes along then took me away from that life, showed me that all the stuff that my parents demonized was actually good for me, especially when it came to my private moments where I needed to relieve myself for my health." She said, remembering the hellish nightmare that she went through growing up with her own parents constantly demoralizing her for her body's natural functions. "Yeah, your mother's parents are sexually repressed and half of her cousins are as well. We all remember that wedding reception, correct dearie?" Rhyne stated, bring up the occasion where he and his family were invited to a wedding held by Kaina's relatives that ended up with the reception becoming a complete social disaster.

Celestine cringed at the horrid memory, while watching her father's ears perk up for some reason, twitching to change in the air. "Rociel, Don't think I am unable to tell when you're there" He stated as disembodied voice could be heard giggling, She'd been caught. Rociel deactivated her Mirage Device, a small wrist bound device that could generate holographic projections and create reflective fields to effectively render an individual near invisible, "Aww... How'd you know I was hanging around?" the crossbreed questioned, stunned by the fact that her presence was acknowledge.

Rhyne looked at his eldest daughter from the sofa "I know where my children are and where they 'should' be at all times." He stated, noting the time on his watch. Cell realized they soon had to depart for Zoya's sleepover, she dashed up the still spiral staircase to her room, quickly packing her backpack. Rociel didn't really need to pack her knapsack that was slung on her back, not bothering to bring her personal clothing, expecting whoever was attending the sleepover was going to try to trade clothes with her if she brought any.

The Waterwolf noticed a disdained expression on her daughter's face, Rociel wasn't excited to stay over at anyone else's house for just a night so they can put make-up on one another then talk about the more frilly girl nonsense until they fell asleep at midnight. "Dearie, how about you bring your girlfriend along?" He suggested, feeling that some company would alleviate the discomfort of being in crowd. The Crossbreed adolescent's ears perked, the thought of her father knowing her relationship with Siria made her uneasy "I don't have a girlfriend..." she lied. Rhyne stared at her with a smile, his brows raised, "I'm sure Siria would love to join you..." he said, observant of their relationship for the longest time.

Rociel knew when she was beaten "Fuck! He knows..." she thought, her body expressing its admittance of defeat. Her father didn't think it was such a bad arrangement "Listen RoRo, I understand you and Siria both have physical needs as young women and you fulfill those needs with each other, which is a completely natural and beautiful act. The fact it makes you happy, I'm satisfied to know that you are happy in such a relationship." He said, dispensing his parental wisdom on her. She lost her verbal ammunition again, ready to snap back to defend herself but was completely disarmed.

Part of Rociel felt compelled to hug her father while the other half was completely stunned by his reaction. Rhyne stood up proudly from the couch, walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her, squeezing her tightly in a platonic embrace as he rubbed the top of her head, messing up her hair that slightly retained it shape through the usage of Hair gel. He gave her a light kiss on the side of her cheek, then resting his head on her shoulder before readjusting himself "Now go make some friends sweetheart..." he cheered, giving his daughter a pat on the back before sitting back down.

Rociel couldn't help to smile and blush at her father's affection, giddy with joy inside "I have the best parents in the world" she said in her mind. Cell was rushing towards the door until she was stopped by a question "Celestine, are you forgetting something" Rhyne asked as if expecting something from her. The 14-year old rabbit stood still, then realized what he wanted, running towards the sofa, giving her father a kiss and hug before running out the door "Good girl." He praised. The Hentzel sisters soon shanghaied Siria who was at home with her parents, Tylar and Malice, for the evening stay over.

Rociel summoned forth a pair futuristic looking Motorcycles using her wrist-bound super-computer via remote signal. She had constructed these two means of transportation to be gyroscopically stable with their specially design rotundrical wheels, their sleekly sturdy geometrical frame and the automated balancing mechanism that kept it from falling over compared to your traditional Motorbikes, they were the ultimate vehicle for traveling on and off road with a 700 Horse power Geomagnetic engine, meaning they ran off of the Earth's natural electromagnetic field. The Hentzel sisters boarded the first one to arrive, eldest was at the helm since Cell was a horrible driver when it came to piloting vehicles. Siria, with a leather collar on her neck 'gifted' to her by Rociel, boarded the Violet schemed vessel, somewhat excited "Is this for me, Miss Rociel?" she asked. The Hyena looked at her "Yes, pet. Now let's get going!" She said, leading the way to the Husky's home

Rociel was immense fan of Nikola Tesla's principles, even to the extent of donning her criminal persona "The Bloody Joker", a violent psychopathic anarchist that heads the Black Rose Society's Bloody Thorns, to steal his top-secret patents, which were absconded from his personal safe by the US Government on the fateful night of his death. They were being stored in Area 51 in Nevada, so she stole a mothballed SR-71 that was in storage at Beale Air Force base in northern California under the cover of darkness, jury-rigging a Mirage module to its systems in order to make a stealthy escape before landing it in the Black Rose Society's Geranium Fields in eastern Oregon, formerly known as Condon Air Force station. It had been converted into a full fledge military airfield with a dozen hangars to store a various equipment managed and maintained by the "Petal Droppers", a small little group of amateur aviators that falls under the domain of the Bloody Thorns.

Rociel, when she was twelve, realized with the funds she was acquiring, she could conquer the world through achieving anarchy so she created the Black Rose Society to extend her will across the world and its countries, building a nation that hadn't any borders but instead, was made of people who shared an identity, a common idea that would drive to achieving the goal of a Utopian Earth ruled without governments. This nation was built upon her principles of achieving Anarchy through anyway its members thought best, whether it be through violence or camaraderie, it brought people throughout the world together in droves, grouping together to survive and thrive. Factions formed under the Black Rose Society's banner, willing to serve the Rosy Joker's cause of anarchic world peace.

The more fearsomely well known of these factions is "The Bloody Thorns" whom mimic an Organized Military consisting of countless militant teams across the planet. They protect the Black Rose Society's assets and its communes, acting as the Guardians and role models for the various enclaves of this great nation by showing the power of love in action. Every Thorns team may seem like your regular group of misfits but to those who are ignorant of the fact, each team is actually a closed Polyamorous group who will fight to death to protect one another in stride of their goal. Rociel specifically established "The Bloody Thorns" foundations to test the idea of "The Sacred Band of Thebes", using history to build the foundation of their principle with the minor twist of polyamory involved. The experiment succeeded in creating the fiercest soldiers in the world, armed with nothing more than heart full of love and a burning determination to protect on another in any situation.

Fear, Love and Hate were Rociel's three favorite weapons because they could cause more destruction than any rifle or explosive could ever do in a lifetime. She understood when you provide the huddled masses of the idle-handed a purpose for their lives, and they strive to meet it to hear it say "You did a great job". Rociel always took the account for the foundation of any cause should be one of love, Hate and Fear should be only be secondary to the prime principle, otherwise a cause loses purpose without love. She always created everything with love, because a device or gizmo made without love in mind was just another tool to her, even when she crafted her first machination, it sparked and simmered, whirring to life in a beautiful glow of electricity.

The Hentzel sisters and Ms. Burrows arrived to a quaint two story home in small little cul-de-sac on the edge of the city, the trio hopped of their vehicles then approached the door...