Cleaning is not fun.

Sharifa watched the lion with calm eyes, muscles at complete ease, yet ready was she watched it prowed trying to find a break in her defence

however, when she heard the cheetah behind her say that he wanted to fight, and seemed to be taking it in good nature, Sharifa hesitantly backed down and out of the way, going over to the side to watch what would happen, but would be ready to jump in when things got tense

Altair settled on her shoulder again, his eyes also trained on the pair of big cats and ready to distract one while his mistress delt with the other

When the two vampires stepped out of the English-man's path, Ignicio grinned, standing and sinking into a hunters crouch, grin still firmly stuck to his face.

This was going to be fun~

"Not children, Avi, just people that like a good fight."

His tail flicked from side to side in anticipation as he bound forwards towards Dick a few steps before skittering back a couple of feet.

"Come on, Dick~ Play with me."

Oh, how Richard just wanted to to pounce and rip his throat out, but even in his enraged mind, he know that would end badly. While he was, at this moment, stronger and bigger, Ignicio was much faster and agile. Simply pouncing at him would only end in a disaster.

He snarled, baring as much teeth as he could, once more as Ignicio teased him, twitching his tail. He Prowled the other way, slowly inching closer, waiting not-so-patiently. If he could reflect back, he would realise that there were easier options, rather then go into blind-rage.

Avira didn't even dignify Ignicio with an answer. Or even acknowledging the man existed, actually.

Instead, he just stood there in silence, uncaring as to how things played out. Sadly, where the two were standing was all too close to the door, and without really knowing who would pounce first, going towards the OTHER door was ill advised.

So Avira just stood there waiting for an opportunity to leave, Caterva sitting in irritation on his shoulders.

Sharifa was bored right then, and looked on apathetically, rolling her eyes at Ignico's teasing to rile Richard up

She reached up and stroked Altair as the bird rolled his eyes

jeeze....i can be childish....but still.......bloody hormone riddled infants really if we're honest, eh Altair? bloody pissing matches if ya ask me

Altair nodded and chirruped, watching the quarreling pair with Sharifa

Muscles rolled under spotted fur as he circled the Tiger slowly, body low to the ground, red eyes wide and excited.

He heard the eldest vampire muttering to her bird but ignored it in favour of pouncing towards Dick, batting the air a good foot off his face then bounding backwards like a cub, spring in his step.

The Incubus was enjoying this.

A happy chirping meow filled the air.

His eyes connected with the other feline and he grinned. He saw passion in that glare.

The only reason he even bothered to annoy the blond now-a-days was to see that passion. He had stopped disliking him a long while ago. Now, he merely picked on the man to see that passionate glare and know that it was him that had elicited those strong emotions in him.

He kept his focus purely on Ignicio, ignoring the over two in the room. He stood on his hind legs to try to bat at the other Vampire, growling in frustration every time he missed, only just an inch away. He may of just scratched him. Maybe.

He felt his anger spike as Ignicio showed enjoyment of annoying him. His whole body was seething seething, and all with all his patience lost; he pounced - aiming for the hind legs.

Avira wasn't even pretending like he was paying attention. Caterva was asleep on his shoulders, bored, and Avira was simply awaiting a way out. He had no interest in childish squabbles.

One, because they irritated him.

And two because they brought back memories he didn't want to think about. Not now not ever.

she yawned and went to lounge on a clean couch that wasn't covered in sauce, and watched the fight unfold with golden eyes now loosing all of their mirth and laughter as memories flitted across her mind of her time when she was younger, more reckless...more bloodthirsty

He bolted when Dick pounced, tip of his tail brazenly flicking the other feline's nose just before he was completely out of reach.

The Cheetah coiled around in a tight circle, darting behind the larger cat, rearing up to give his tail a little nip before bolting again.

Ignicio coiled back again, torso dropping to the ground, hind still in the air as he watched the Tiger carefully. He may be in a playful mood but he had to be careful. If he got caught there'd be a damned good chance of being chewed up and spat right out into a new grave in the graveyard.

...if Dick was merciful enough to leave any remains.

He reared up, shaking his head as as the tail flicked his nose. He tried to snap at the tail to catch it - with no success.

He backed slightly, trying to follow the other feline Vampire and deducing where he would pounce next.

He turned and pounced, after feeling the other bite the tip of his tale. He snarled, not realising last minute that the Cheetah already retreated. He skidded to a stop, and turned swiftly - knocking over a fairly expensive, one of a kind, vase he brought a couple of hundred years ago. He turned and padded over to the remains, mourning for it.

He turned around again, blaming one person for this (which was not himself).

Avira shot the cheetah a quick glance, just to check how close he was. Too close, Avira decided. He didn't want anything to do with Ignicio. Not until the roof was far and completely behind him.

That being said he kicked off the wall and walked instead to another one, leaning back against it idly and making sure Caterva was comfortable.

Something bumped his legs and Avira dropped down to a crouch, picking up his second cat, who had appeared from nowhere at all. Ignis was as good at that as Caterva, and she purred, rubbing against his hand as he pet her.

things were steadily getting out of hand, and Sharifa straightened out, now sitting up right and bracing her elbows against her knees

she seemed calm and relaxed, but she was now ready to leap into action should she most definately need to.

she wouldn't have needless fighting and the troubles it would bring

Ignicio flinched when the vase crashed to the ground. He knew who was getting blamed for that...

Deciding that he would be safer if he had someone near to hide behind, he slowly - cautiously - began to pad towards the two vampires.

He looked back and forth between them before deciding Avira was the better choice.

He had cats with him.

So, he padded towards Avira, sitting down in front of him, next to the other (much smaller) cat and cocking his head to the side slightly, leaning forwards like a cub wanting attention.

Richard looked sharply at Ignicio, all common sense now left - replacing it with anger and frustration.

With his eyes still purely focused on Ignicio, he unshaded his claws and snarled. Still not thinking about what he was doing, he sprinted towards Ignicio, despite Avira and his cats standing close behind him.

When there was little enough distance, he pounced.

Sharifa was instantly in front of Ignico, arms thrown wide in defense, not in attack, preventing the Tiger from even touching Ignico, and instead received the attack, and now had large gash marks across her torso and three lines on her jaw an shoulder

she fell to the ground as the Tiger's weight landed on her, and she couldn't hold back the yell of pain as her skin was torn and she then had pressure on them from the Tiger

she grit her teeth and threw the tiger back, kicking him off, before painfully getting to her feet and withdrawing her Scimitars

ENOUGH!!! THERE SHALL BE NONE OF THIS!! YOU ARE ABOUT TO ATTACK AN ELDER, AND THAT WON'T END GOOD FOR YOU OR HIM!!!

her voice rang with age and power, laced with pain from her wounds, and she looked fierce with the blood running from the wounds and Altair screeching form his perch just above her