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    Morcant was pacing in the study, waiting for his sisters to bring news. vilhelmina came running into the study and hugged him tightly.
“I have information about Ana”  She said breathlessly.
Morcant became ridged, he was alert and ready for information.
“Where is Anakah”? He asked his voice tight.
A waith floated in the room in moved out the shadows, and bowed.
 “Miss and Sir, Mistress told me to tell you to get ready, she’s on her way. The Avolition family has her, and the slavers sold her as a doll.” With that, the waith faded away.
    Isabelle appeared in the study and quickly barked at them to start getting ready. Isabelle’s eyes seemed darker, her face was cold, impassive.  She moved quickly to her workroom and changed into a white fighting dress. White, so the blood splatter could be clearly seen. The dress was made of a strong yet light fabric, the skirt reached mid thigh, held out by voluminous petticoats. The top was brasserie like, and tied, behind her neck and back, leaving her arms free.  two peices fabric, no bigger than her index finger crossed her stomach and  back  before attaching to the skirt.  Taking Amethyst off her stand, Isabelle strapped the sword to her back, and brought her hair to hand over her shoulders. Slipping up the lacy thigh highs, and tied on the dancer’s slippers, she had her twin daggers strapped to her legs, with in reach, and two back up throwing darts holding her ponytails up.  
Vihelmina Rocane, elder sister of Isabelle  Leigh and Morcant Christopher, was itching for a fight. She would kill and kill, the people who took and brought the girl she started to love as a sister. Her wild hair, was out of it’s customary ponytail in full force, she was dressed in black, all black. Her eye shadow was grey, and she wore tight form fighting pants.  They were flexible, and strong enough to handle the stress.  She had a knife strapped to her thigh, and the insides of the black high heeled boots.  She had a quiver full of gnore fletched arrows slung across her back.  She wore a tight fitting shirt, her face a cold mask. Her eyes, were like burning coal, and although she perfered her arrows as the weapon of choice, she wrapped a chain around her waist, that could be used in a multitude of ways.  Picking the long black cloak of the stand, she placed it on, pulling the hood up to cover her weapons and to conceal her face. Slipping on the black gloves, she declared herself ready. The information needed about the family and estates were already in the planning room, she had to thank the underground one of these days. The information that they gave was completely accurate and they delivered quick. Glancing in the mirror as she left her room, she nodded slightly to herself, she truly looked like Death.
    Morcant was waiting, he had Exotath strapped to his side. Unlike his sisters, he wore a pair of loose pants black pants, that were tight fitting around the ankle, and was shirtless... He wanted nothing to get in his way when they finally got Anakah back home.  He saw Vihelmina enter first, and handed him the information about the people who brought Anakah.  He did not see his younger sister enter the room, he felt her place a cloak on him and fastening the white tie underneath his chin, he looked at her.
“We don’t know how we will find her, this is just in case” Isabelle spoke softly before turning to her sister.  “where are we going first? the slavers or to get Anakah?”
“Anakah, I think, should be first. We can go for the slavers later, at a more proper time” Vihelmina spoke her thoughts out loud. Her fingers tapped her nose, her gloved fingers glistened, the tips were coated in poison, they could incapiate or kill when needed, her little pet project.
“I concur, we should go save my bride to be. then you, dear sister Isabelle, and you dear sister Vilma, can ruin the slavers that took my bride away.” Morcant spoke in a low dangerous voice. His fingers fingering the jeweled and gilded hilt of his sword, which hummed in anticipation of blood shed.