Kitty made her way to the Scathachian Sanctuary slowly but surely. She wanted to think this through before she actually went through with it.

The West End had been dealing with murders and mutliations for some time now. Usually she stayed out of battles that were not her own, unless it involved a child. The adults were almost always capable of sorting out their own affairs. Children, on the other hand, were not.

But she lived in the West End. Her family was there. And these murders had been going on for long enough. Was it time she got involved" Nobody had asked her to help. Why' Who knew. Perhaps they figured she would stumble over something while she worked the docks at night. But rarely did she ever find anything beyond a drunken sailor looking for trouble. The Scathachian women had been driven to almost madness trying to find the real killer. One had even been imprisoned for it, but thankfully let out.

What could she offer" Surely there were other felines involved. Other mentalists. She was a well known entity in Rhydin. Those who had been there for years knew of the Helstons and their use of their sensuality to get what they wanted. She was even known by many as being one of the Blood House Onyx. Any who went to the Red Dragon with any frequency knew of her. She was even starting to put in appearances at the duels. It was not as if her existance was a secret to any. Most knew of most of her mental abilities. Most knew of her abilities to change from the form she chose to the panther that often stalked the forests in search of prey. Her love of a good fight was not a secret either. Hence her willingness to work the docks at night. It was possible they would simply laugh, pat her on the head, and send her home. If they allowed her to help, she would be lucky if they let her do little more than the general patrol many others had been doing. Was it worth it?

No, it was time she got involved. She shook her head and then looked up at the Sanctuary as she approached it. With a deep breath, she went to the front gate. She could feel the wards and the magic that protected it with her mind, but made no move to go through it. She knew a few of the Scaths, but had not been outwardly invited. So she simply looked at the gate for a moment. A thought crossed her mind, and then she bent down to remove her boots and socks. She held them, letting her bare feet sink into the snow for a moment. It was cold, but not unlike the mountains of Midkemia where the moredhel lived. Finally, she reached out and ran a clawed finger along the wards to let them know she was there. She whispered to them.

"I am here to offer my assistance. Please let me pass. I come here of free will, and of my own choice."

"That's nice to hear, cause as it stands, I think we could use all the help we can muster and I am sure a Helston girl could offer that in spades.."

She let her gaze slide to the voice. She felt his presence at the same time he started to speak, but few things startled her anymore. She'd been in Rhydin for close to ten years and had become almost immune to surprises. But there was Brian, leaning against the gate and holding a bag of groceries. Groceries"! He smiled and then nodded to the gate.

"So uh...wanna see if we can find Jenai, and get ya inside and maybe bring ya up to speed" I picked up some groceries, I swear if i don't do it none of them will."

She couldn't help but smirk. Crimeny. How many jobs does this boy have" Working for Kairee, Tara, and the Scaths" The boy really needed to get out more. She simply nodded to him as she let her boots dangle from a clawed fingertip by their laces. She watched him look up, sigh, and then look back at her. She raised an eyebrow but didn't ask. Apparently the issue had gone on long enough it had worn him down.

"So, let's get started and I can get a lunch going as well, no sense in having company and not feedin' ya, and what not, right?"

She nodded and followed him in. Her six senses took in everything around her, memorizing it. If she wanted to help these women, she wanted to know what she was getting herself into. Wait....did he say get lunch ready?

"Baaaaaaabe, I found a kitty, can we keep her?"

"I never considered myself a keeping kinda cat. More of a free roamer." She smirked at him and then pointed at the groceries.

"Really Brian. I never considered you the domestic goddess sort. But, really, I just...I don't know. I guess I've grown tired of this crap going on around my home and my not doing anything about it."

She looked around for Jen, and any other face, familiar or otherwise.

"Well hello Kitty!"

She heard Jenai's voice just mere seconds before she laid eyes on her. She smiled at the woman and moved to give her a hug.

"I came to offer my help. I'm tired of watching my friends being driven insane by this. I'm tired of people being murdered in my own back yard. And most of all, I'm just plain cheesed off at the whole thing."

She stood back and looked at the two. "Soooo, what?s the deal, what should I know, and....where do I start?"

"Well, as it stands we don't have too much, save a pair of stitched up lips Jen and I recieved, and a severed penis Jewell recieved as well. I do know, or believe we are looking a female...But am waiting for some confirmation from Garet Jax at the University in regards to the hair samples I recovered from the murder scenes."

Her eyes blinked a couple times as she absorbed what she just heard. Stitched up lips" Severed....egads. Whoever this person was needed therapy in the worst way. Maybe some impact trauma sedation to top it off. But she simply nodded in response. Female...well, that didn't narrow it down much, but at least it ruled out the rowdy drunk sailors she usually dealt with down on the docks.

"Most everyone is working on some angle, most are wrapped up in patrols of the WestEnd, since we truly don't have enough numbers to cover it the way it needs to be covered, that might be where we can use the most help. Babe, any other ideas?"

She looked to Jenai with raised eyebrows. "I already patrol the docks at night as part of my job with the city guard. I can refocus that patrol easily. They always just had me smack around rowdy sailors who had too much rum. If I tell the boss I'm working on this, I'm sure he'll find someone else to take over that aspect."

"I'll leave you ladies to talk, and get some grub and drinks ready for lunch, feel free to drop in and get some when yer hungry."

She nodded to Brian, glancing at him as he walked away. She turned her attention back to Jenai with a grin while giving another cursory glance to her surroundings to see if anyone else was approaching. "I suppose I need to sharpen my claws, eh?"

"Sharpening claws, are we?"

Kitty turned to see the Elder Scathachian leaning against the threshold. She smiled at the woman. It was good to see her out. She barely knew who she was, but she saw the amount of anguish her friends were in while the woman was imprisoned. That alone made her worth defending.

Her tail flicked as she held up a hand. "Well, I suppose I could leave them dull, but that could cause things to just get messy."

She grinned as she looked at her clawed fingertips, then shrugs. Truth of the matter was she usually used them while hunting for food. "Although, it would probably be more effective if I were to sharpen my blades and clean the shotgun."

"I'm Isuelt DeRomiano. Tell me, how can we help you? Or do my ears tell me true, and you are here to help us?"

Kitty moved the boots dangling from a finger by their laces to another hand before she took the extended hand and shook it with her clawed one.

"Kitty Helston. And you hear right. I live on the West End. The Helstons usually keep to themselves, but this is just getting ridiculous. And with my already patrolling the docks at night for the guard, figured I might as well give it a purpose other than tossing sailors." She chuckled and shrugged.

She turned and looked at Jenai before looking back to Isuelt. "I have two kids to look out for. My sister lives across the street and she has a daughter and enough pets to start her own zoo. As far as I'm concerned, they're all in danger and that's just not cool. My biggest concern of course is, and always has been, the kids."

"Come..."

Kitty nodded and followed Isuelt into the receiving room. She glanced back at Jenai for a hint of whether or not this was going well.

Kitty nodded at Isuelt's observation that she was frequently in the Inn. She considered what all she had come across during her night time walks.

"Honestly, I haven't seen much beyond the mutilated posters. The dead bodies. Horribly mangled. Sometimes, I have sensed a presense on the rooftops, but it's fleeting. Whoever this person is, they really hate this place." She frowned in thought for a moment.

"Normally I stay down on the docks to deal with the usual garbage. I think it would be beneficial if I started watching from a higher viewpoint. Perhaps even a less human appearing one...." She tilted her head as she considered the options.

She tapped her claw to her lip, "Considering the number of criminals I've associated with in the past, and the way this person smeared words across those posters in blood....They seem obsessed."