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 Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 3:01 pm
"Now now," he chastised, pausing in his search to turn towards her and wag a finger, "is that any way to talk to me? Here I am looking for that much more convenient long chain I have so that you could at least go to the bathroom alone in peace. I assume, after all, despite the jokes vampires have made over the years at the expense of werewolves, you don't prefer to pee on newspaper or in a corner. I think we ought to at least attempt to be civil during this ordeal."
With that he had turned back to his search. In the third drawer he dug through he found it and pulled out a leg manacle attached to a long silver chain. The chain itself was not overly large, nor was it of the same size of that used in jewelry. Each link was the size of a thumbnail, sturdy and lustrous. It was beautiful to gaze at and hold- assuming, of course, you weren't highly allergic. This was exactly the appeal: the manacle itself was another alloy for comfort and ease of use, but the chain was quite pure and while not the strongest metal, it certainly dissuaded unsavory werewolves from trying to break it by being so difficult to handle. He placed it on the floor and then rearranged the drawer back to what it was before he started to pull it apart looking for this item of interest.
Alastar continued: "I have to admit this is a rather new experience for me, my dear, but do not mistake my interests or attitude for that of a submissive. I have no reason or desire to explain myself to you; that would be strategically unwise and foolhardy. If you have another question, I could oblige. Ah! I know. If you give me your name, I shall give you mine. Does that not sound fair?"
He rose and picked up the bindings, putting them on top of his dresser- in her line of sight but out of her reach. It was easy to tell that the drugs were slowly wearing off and for that reason he did not trust her. For now she was being somewhat compliant, but once the subduing edge cam off she could very well turn into a ball of rage. As lovely as she might be angry, he had no intentions of getting in her way and ending up bruised again. That was another matter he should attend to shortly- he had fed before snatching her but not after. Having this hostage might provide more difficulties than he had anticipated: at this stage he couldn't very well leave her alone safely nor could he bring a human here. Alastar wasn't quite ready for anyone to discover her presence, whether it be a human that he fed on or one of his fellow vampires poking their head in the room. That was all assuming her bounds help up... and while he was confident they would, he could never be absolutely sure.
No, he'd have to stay with her a while... at least until there was an opportunity to find a meal without substantial risk to one or both of them.
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Posted: Sat Oct 25, 2008 4:09 pm
Devin stared back at Daniel in the sort of horror only a truly innocent person could display at his words, 'I kill werewolves for a living.' Although no tears were spilled, the emotions that overtook her visage showed that she was very nearly on the edge of crying. While she was not quite naive enough to be ignorant of violence, this was the first person she had met that pursued killing. It was her first real experience with the concept first-hand. Both appalled and saddened, Devin was unable to form any words in reply- even incoherent babbling wouldn't escape her lips as they moved silently. All that she could manage to do was look up at the male with brown eyes that were wide as saucers.
"Peace," she finally murmured as she found herself spun around in front of D Daniel and facing her creation. It was only when she wasn't staring him him in the eyes that she utter anything aloud. Her head tilted to the side, a flicker of intelligence crossing across those muddy orbs. Were she not in wrinkled, baggy clothes and sporting disheveled hair all of which looked only moderately clean she might have been attractive. "Hurting is bad. Killing is worse. Peace is better. Protecting is better."
She skittered forward, obliging Daniel although probably not in the way he would have preferred. Long, clumsy legs put her standing squarely in the middle of the wall and facing him, her arm extended as he kept a grasp on her wrist. It was blaringly obvious that in addition to having no real concept of how dangerous Daniel could be (despite shows of strength and the admission he killed vampires), nor a real grasp of the simple fact she shouldn't be obviously using magic in public, she also had poor impusle control. Her unhealthy obsession with water made her feel the sudden, irrational urge to immerse herself in it rather than dispel it entirely.
This did, though, solve his initial problem of the barrier. Much of the water was absorbed by her hair, clothing and skin and the rest of it formed a tentative ring around her form. Devin frowned once she realized that most of the water no longer formed a pretty shimmering wall of fluid and let it disperse back in to the air. Of course, this provided another small issue: now the idiot was dripping wet (literally) in the middle of a chilly night. Her impulsive decision had not factored in little considerations like temperature and consequences.
... and it didn't look like she was carrying a purse that might easily identify the moron so that he could send her on her way, either. With no chaperone jogging up the street looking for her, it was fair to say that he had 'acquired' Devin like most people 'acquire' a stray cat. And while both small breasts and copious amount of fabric meant that her gender was not obvious, there could be doubt as to her sex now. With no obvious grime on her face or folds of cloth to make her midsection look more wide, her figure, although heavily concealed by the layers, did look slightly more feminine.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 6:24 pm
Tasha fell backwards onto the pillows in dejection. Dammit, he thought of everything already! She couldn't think straight, because her rational mind was being overthrown by her childish self, wanting nothing more than to throw a hissy fit and break something. And the most destruction she could probably manage would probably be the pillows she was on now. It was all she could do to reign this back in, she started talking.
"Don't call me 'my dear'," She snapped, sitting back up. She continued none the less, begrudgingly, the mood colored her tone perfectly. "You're asking for fair? What a hypocrite. But it's better than suffering through you calling me as if you own me. I'm Tasha." In a reflex, and childish, action, she tried pulling both arms in to cross over her chest. Not being able to pull the handcuffed one thrusted her over the edge.
"AAAGH!" She screamed, pulling uselessly at the handcuffs. It did make a few gashes in the nice, perfect finish of the wood, but it held. She did this for a good ten minutes, until bare wood shown through most of that part of the frame. Chips of wood and finish scattered a small part of the floor. Then she gave up, flopping back down face first into the pillows.
"Stupid, stupid, stupid, putrid, revolting, vile bloodsuckers!" She wailed into the pillow, pounding on it with her free hand. She finally stopped soon after, going limp with defeat.
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Posted: Sun Oct 26, 2008 7:40 pm
  His feet could not seem to carry him fast enough; either that or his destination was getting farther away with every two steps he took. Rourke stretched his senses and abilities as much as inhuman boundaries would let him but nothing tickled the edges. He’d cast his line as wide as he could but nothing was biting. He heard Alette floating just paces behind him, he was glad she was safely within his reach, he hoped the same could be said for the rest of his family. They dodged and weaved through oblivious pedestrians in a beautiful moving symphony. If anyone could see then they might have loved it Rourke’s thoughts were in turmoil, he could pick up any familiars, neither Alastar nor Kassandra seemed to be anywhere nearby. The two of them against one werewolf was nothing to worry about but it could have been some ploy. One standing in the open while the others waited patiently in the wings to ambush them. <******** hell. Rourke didn’t bother to entertain thoughts of them taking down his brother, Alastar and Alette were the two halves of Rourke and thoughts like those were not a possibility. Over his undead body they would be. He was being irrational, letting his emotions take him wherever they wanted. They wolves were many things but stupid was not on that long list. Pulling any kind of offensive stunt in public, even in the cover of night, was a risk. Rourke believed completely that they wouldn’t do it. His mind began to assess the upsides to an attack in public, the advantages that presented. But each side knew the rules, I hope to hell we’re not the only ones still playing by them.Through the circle of his thoughts, Rourke saw Kassandra slide gracefully to a stop in front of him. He slowed and walked the rest of the distance to stand in front of her as she spoke. The words sounded odd as they flowed out of her, her entire demeanor had changed between her leaving and coming back now. Where was that shy girl stumbling over her words? “I’m sure you and every supernatural being heard that howl, Kassandra and we have a responsibility to find out what’s going on.” He’s head turned slightly so he could better glance over his shoulder for Alette, “We really don’t care about a movie right now, that howl was in the city.” Rourke wasn’t the least bit stupid, and he was losing time here talking with her. He stepped closer, looming over the smaller woman, “I don’t care much for being lied to Kassandra.” Whatever was going on was going to set this war on its head. That was proof enough that the General was the mastermind behind it, “I’ll deal with you later, where is he?” His voice was hard and cold as he spoke down the her, it was bad enough that Alastar was taking a risk like this without discussing this with him. Rourke would never have gone along with this. He massage his brow and ground his teeth, “What the ******** has he started?” Rourke's mind went back to the werewolves, if he were heading to the location of the howl then so was everyone else. With just him and Alette they would be outnumbered by those household pets and he wasn’t prepared to have a brawl in the middle of the city. ---------------- Now playing: Kelly Price - As We Layvia FoxyTunes
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Posted: Tue Oct 28, 2008 5:53 pm
Kassandra's eyes widened and her mouth gaped open for a moment before her face returned to normal. She had rarely seen Rourke this angry before, and even when he had been she hadn't been as affected as she was now. He had never been angry towards her before, besides scolding her from time to time because of her big mouth and recklessness, and she did not like it one bit. Would she rat out Alastar though? What it came down to, were her feelings, and loyalty.
Her feelings for Rourke were still there in the background, that was obvious. He was also her Master which made her pretty much have to listen to him, even if she teetered on the edge a lot. Then there was Alastar though. Her feelings for him were still in a jumble of confusion, but the care and like for him was inside her. Could she betray the General? Could she lie to her Master?
If she lied to Rourke the possibility of death in her future was a definite possibility. Would she die for Alastar's sake? Die for one sided feelings? Then again, maybe Rourke would pardon her. Maybe even Alastar would be on her side. It was no secret that Rourke listened to his brother. Was that enough to rely on, though? It seemed like such weak hopes, but they were all she had.
She hated telling lies to her leader, the one who created her, and the one she used to have stronger feelings for. If she told Rourke everything then Kassandra most likely would just be scolded like always. What would happen to Alastar though? She highly doubted he would just get scolded as well, but still.. What would he do knowing she had been the one that told Rourke?
Would he ignore her? Would he be angry with her? Would he even hurt her? No, maybe not hurt her, but the other two reactions were almost sure to happen. Could she deal with that?
Yes, that was it. Her decision was made. I'm sorry, she said mentally as she looked at Rourke. "He.. I don't how far away he is now. I caught up with him while he was in a.. argument with one of the dogs. When I got there the dog ran off and Alastar told me report back to you and then go home."
Her head bowed so she could let the sorrow show in her expression for a moment and then looked back at the Master. "The dog must have howled as she ran, or maybe Alastar's caught up with her already.." She trailed off and sighed, "I'm sorry, maybe I should have trailed him, but I thought it best to find you first. Alastar didn't want to be followed, which is exactly why I told you what I did before."
With everything said that had formed in her mind Kassandra stood strongly and awaited Rourke to speak. She had shown no signs of lies or reason to be thought of telling a lie, and as she waited another plan was forming in her head. The plan to find Alastar and make sure he was okay.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 3:03 pm
"My name is Alastar, and I much prefer to 'vile bloodsucker.' You see, there are simply so many of us vile bloodsuckers I can't be sure if you are referring to me with that title or just a comrade of mine." He had watched her, more entertained than frightened as she had flailed around and done damage to his bed. It wasn't as if he used the furniture that terribly often considering vampires did not sleep. He kindly abstained from telling her what he did use it for, though. She was already agitated enough and he had no desire to see how much more damage she would do if she found the current arrangements even less to her liking.
He sat down in his desk chair, patiently waiting. Although he had secured the leg restraint that would award her more freedom, he was not convinced it was yet necessary or deserved. The tantrum had been destructive and with more room he could end up putting himself in harm's way. Perhaps it would be best to wait until she could no longer keep herself awake and then slip it on- or until she absolutely must use the bathroom and he was left with no other choice.
"I think I am being more fair than I could have been, my de- er... Tasha. I assume this is your first and only war, this one that exists between werewolves and vampires. I can assure you it is not my first. I have seen centuries of them among the humans, known people who have died for causes and disagreements that fueled them. I do not think that there is any way they could be fair. Do you think it's fair the losses you have suffered? The ones we have suffered?" A wave of his hand. He didn't actually expect a reply; it was rhetorical and she was in no mood for a philosophical debate by any means.
"I suppose, though, I am hypocritical," he mused aloud, not sounding terribly bothered by the insult. Alastar was very self-aware when it came both to his faults and his virtues. Wasn't everyone in some way hypocritical? They had all once been human and that is where he supposed the tendency came from; he couldn't very well say it came from being alive as technically he really wasn't anymore. Playful and serious, thoughtful and careless, realistic and whimsical. Yes, he was more of an oxymoron than most and it no doubt made him look hypocritical than most. Garnet eyes glazed over with thought as they stared at the corner of his Sleeping Beauty poster, mindlessly staring at the black edge.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 5:44 pm
"Fine, Alastar." Tasha replied icily, pulling her green head out of the pillow. She hastily brushed away the furious tears threatening to spill. She'd already shown signs of weakness, she wouldn't let herself go again. Pretend your with the pack, she thought to herself, they'll make you Omega if this goes on, protect your possition in the pack!
One thing nagged at the back of her head, though. She'd let the emotions get the better of her, the werewolf wouldn't deny that. The same thing that happened to all werewolves when such a thing happens didn't happen here. It didn't take her too long to figure out why she didn't change into the midnight colored wolf she'd always been. Silver was such a pain.
"Oh please." She was proud of herself for masking the wavering in her voice. "I think there are enough adjectives in the English dictionary to cover all of your comrades and then some."
Fair? Was her pack's losses fair? She had to stop and think about this, going back to the night she had been changed into a werewolf in the first place. She had been so close to becoming that which she both feared and hated that night, had she not? Her pack was to thank for that.
But what if she had been left there? No pack to save her from becoming a vampire instead? Her loyalties would have been switched around. Then the vampires losses wouldn't have been fair. "Ugh, you're making my head spin." These knew thoughts were dizzying. They made her think, which was extraordinary for one more known for her thoughtless actions.
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Posted: Wed Oct 29, 2008 8:52 pm
Alette slowed to a walk about ten paces behind Rourke and closed the remaining distance with a brisk walk. When she stopped, she stood at her husband's side. Though she could hardly loom over the girl like he did, she could match his expression. She stared up at Kassandra in silence for several moments, her face as cold and hard as glacial ice. Kassandra knew full well how defensive the Master and Mistress of the Family got when it came to it's members, and particularly when it involved Rourke's brother.
Those lies of hers, then, bothered Alette for several reasons. They lived in dangerous times, which was common knowledge. This put she and her husband on perpetual alert. Thus, lying about a situation that could be potentially disastrous - something that was more common when it involved the General - was an extremely unwise thing to do. And though Kassandra knew all of this, she had lied to them anyway. Was was it that happened that made her lie to her leaders to protect Alastar?
She had hesitated, looked away, and spoken with such surety that Alette had no doubt that the girl was lying. Just a few minutes earlier, she was stuttering in Rourke's presence. Besides, common sense dictated that the Werewolf didn't just howl when it ran off. They didn't call for help unless they really needed it.
"Do you take us for fools, Kassandra? We've both lived long enough to spot a lie when we see one, so I suggest you tell us the truth before you cause real trouble for yourself." Alette's voice contained no emotion, which was what happened when she was particularly on edge. It was not a mood she liked, and definitely not one that someone else would care to catch her in. It had proved, however, to be rather useful in situations such as this one. "Now, answer the question truthfully, and don't bother with insignificant details. It's our job to protect our Family, so we need to know. What happened here?"
The Werewolves would have had to hear that howl, and would be on their way. If too many came, and a fight broke out, she didn't know if all of them would be able to make it out alive. Though she was annoyed with Kassandra, she hardly wanted the girl dead. And she would absolutely not consider the other possibility. So they needed to leave, and soon.
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Posted: Thu Oct 30, 2008 12:53 pm
Kassandra's own anger begin to fill her. Would they just believe her and go? She would not tell them the truth, that was set in stone now. There was no way she would betray Alastar's trust. It was horrible to have both of her leaders angry with her, but that was something she would deal with. It was silly, to not mind getting angry at or dying for the General, but she had decided. They would have to kill her.
She looked at Alette and shook her head. "What I told you is all that I will say. If you want to kill me for it, please," Kassandra opened up her arms invitingly. "Do as you will, I won't protest in any way." How could she be so serious right now? Where had her real personality gone? Is this what love did to someone?
Heck, she didn't even know if she was in love. It was true she did feel something strong for the General though. This could be the end of her though. She would never get to sort out her feelings. But even though her thoughts were confused and sad, a smile graced Kassandra's lips. She would embrace death.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 5:54 pm
Rourke pinched the bridge of his nose again until his white fingers turned impossibly whiter. His thoughts were in such a state of chaos that he couldn’t tell where one started and the other ended. He couldn’t even tell what he was thinking. Entropy, the measurement of chaos. Her unwillingness to tell them what they asked told him clearly everything he needed to know, inciting an anger he often held back. She should be thankful that he was in control enough to hold it completely back.
His words were flat, cold and harsh as he spoke next to Kassandra, his eyes bore into hers with the intensity of his words, “Do not make the mistake of being confused about what you’ve done or the decision I’ve made because of it. Are you aware of the possible effects of your choice to the façade of peace that we hollowly believe in? I carry the weight of this family on my shoulders but I will not take on this action. If it leads to a premature provocation of war you will be offered up as a sacrifice if it means keeping this family intact. We will not suffer for your decision.”
Rourke stepped away and turned his back on her, “You’ve angered them by whatever has been done to a member of their family, they already hate us and I don’t see them forgiving us for it. Your singular action has brought centuries of hatred onto my entire family.” His eyes slid to Alette as he worried of his brother. He did not want to imagine what William and Artesia where going through right now. He knew the lengths he would go to to protect those he cared for. He did not expect them to hold back. He worried for Kassandra too if she should ever come up against Marco, she was so young and unaware of the losses both sides have already suffered. What was this going to cost them?
He took a deep breath, straightened his shoulders and turned to Alette, Kassandra and what she’d done sufficiently dismissed. Decisions had to be made about what needed to be done now. He swept Alette’s hair over her shoulder as he spoke, “Go feed quickly. I’ll need you here to follow and watch the werewolves so I’ll know what they might plan.” He hesitated an imperceptible fraction, “Stay out of sight from them.” He would have to see to Alastar himself, what form ‘seeing to’ was going to take was still open. “I’ll head back to the mansion. Alastar is anything but a fool and he’d need somewhere to keep that wolf. He would never stay in the city where he could be tracked and found. I’ll feed on the way there, if I’m not back when you’re done here, meet me at home.”
At last he turned to Kassandra again, “You go somewhere, anywhere. God forbid you run into one of the wolves, but if you do, do not confront them, tell them you heard the howl and was heading toward it as well if you must speak to it. Tell them whatever you have to except that you’ll say nothing about what has happened. They’ll think you’re involved and I doubt they’ll question killing you,” He paused, “possibly they might. After the fact.”
Absently Rourke’s mind wondered to the hunters that would most likely show up as well. Would any wizards be here to help keep the peace?
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 6:44 pm
Kassandra felt like doing nothing but shoving a stake through her chest. What was she doing? She was putting her family at risk, as well as her life. It was crazy and stupid, but there was no going back now. She had made her decision. After he had turned away from her to talk to Alette Kassandra's eyes softened.
He cared for her so much. Why couldn't she have that? Yes, she got involved with many men, but what she really wanted was right there in front of her. She wanted someone to love her like Rourke did Alette. She wanted Alastar to love her like that.
But with all that was happening now, that seemed highly unlikely. Even though she was risking it all to not betray him, the thought of him ever feeling anything romantic towards her was slim to none. Not to mention he was the General, but he also had many other male and female lovers. She doubted she would ever hold a place in his heart.
Kassandra broke away from her thoughts when Rourke began to talk to her again. Was he.. worried about her still? After the fact she had lied? Her eyes shut for a moment to keep her emotions from spilling over. Then opening her eyes Kassandra nodded.
Without a word she turned and began to run. Rourke had said he was going back to the mansion. She had to get their first. He only confirmed her fear of Alastar going there.
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It had taken minutes but Kassandra made it. She had to take a longer route to make sure she wouldn't be suspected of going to the mansion. Entering the mansion she flew up the stairs. Before taking one step she heard voices. Were Alastar and the dog talking? She took off at a good speed towards Alastar's room. There was no time to be stealthy.
When she reached Alastar's door Kassandra took a moment before going in. She had never stepped foot in the General's room before. What would it be like? She shook her head of all thoughts. This was no time to think of such things. With a deep breath Kassandra walked into the room.
"Rourke's coming!" Kassandra shouted in greeting. After shouting her eyes scanned the room. She bi-passed the decor of his room, she would take a better look later, and set her eyes on the captive dog. Her eyes then flew to Alastar and she examined his body from head to toe.
She couldn't explain the feeling that rushed through her. It hadn't been too long since she had seen him, but she was ecstatic to have him in her sights again. Why did she feel so strongly for him? She would think of all that later, when everything was settled down.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 7:09 pm
Any emotion that had peeked through Daniel’s big, gray eyes earlier, was now replaced with that familiar empty gaze. Those big, muddy eyes that stared up at the hunter in shock only reminded him that having a social life with his career was practically impossible. He could see the horror and disbelief in those round orbs, and the ache in his heart for social contact was silenced as the thoughts of extermination reappeared. There was no way a hunter could socialize with a wizard, anyways. They had contrasting views; his was killing, and the boy’s was protection and peace. Daniel felt the need to insult himself verbally, but a good mental shake would suffice as he pulled the wizard along.
When, finally, words escaped out of the wizard’s mouth, Daniel sighed quietly. Of course, a wizard would be judgmental towards a hunter, but the fact that she only spoke when she wasn’t facing him only confirmed the fact that he was not easy to be around. The tall, young man always scolded himself for being the way he was. If only his appearance and demeanor wasn’t so menacing and intimidating, just maybe he would be able to live a normal life. Sadly, that wasn’t the case. It would take much more work to change himself in that way; in fact, the training would probably much more difficult than his parents’ insane ethics. It was no use; Daniel was doomed to being a social outcast for the rest of his much-too-long life.
As he watched the wizard scamper forward toward the wall of liquid, Daniel held onto his wrist, causing the boy to face him at arms length. The fact that the wizard was idiotic enough to submerge himself into the liquid dumbfounded the hunter as he impulsively put his hand to his forehead in a bit of frustration, even with the shiny, perfect sword in his hand. Well, at least now he knew that the liquid wouldn’t harm him to pass through… It was the fact that he now had a sopping wet wizard in his custody at this moment in time that flustered him. After the boy got out of the water and fixed the sheet of liquid, he found that his eyes were attached to the boy. It was either the fact that he had acquired such a thoughtless wizard, or the new found shape to the boy’s body.. or was this wizard even a boy? It was hard to tell now, and Daniel was unsure. He did recall a pretty feminine noise come from the wizard a bit earlier…
“What am I going to do with you?” he mumbled to himself skeptically, “I don’t even know if you’ll be useful to me,” he looked over the wizard once more before turning his head away in the awkwardness of the moment. This was surely an odd night for the brown-haired male. Never in his life had anything like this happened. Nothing could even compare. ’He.. She.. Whoever this is is going to be freezing. Christ…’ Daniel quickly shoved the sword back into the case hanging over his shoulder, all the while keeping his comfortable grip on the wizard’s wrist. “I need to get to the source of that howl. Do you have anywhere where you can go? You’re going to freeze,” his hard tone wasn’t as caring as it should’ve been, but he wasn’t used to interaction like this. Daniel took a quick glance down to see if the wizard had any bag or purse with them, hopefully to find some sort of identification. Plus, his curiosity on whether this person was a boy or a girl was really eating at his mind, and there was no way he would come out and ask the wizard. To his demise, there was no such bag or identification. The poor hunter had no idea what to do, but stare at the drenched wizard who’s wrist he still gripped in his slightly large hand.
[I'll try to post as William tomorrow! Sorry for the wait, guys D:]
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 3:17 pm
It didn’t take long for William to run back into the city. The trees had seemed to coincide with his movements, as if they knew he would easily rip a branch from their bodies if they had gotten in his way. All the Alpha could think about was that he had to hurry. He knew that he had no time to waste, for surely Tasha would be gone by now if it, in fact, was a kidnapping. Nothing could be certain, though, until they arrived at the scene of the confrontation. Other than the frantic pounding in his ears, all William could hear were the quick steps of his beloved Artesia right at his heels. Oh, what wonders it would do if he could feel the smallest brush of her hand against his skin at this moment. Still, he knew that he would have to keep going strong. There was no way he’d let a filthy bloodsucker steal a member of his family.
As soon as the lingering aroma of Tasha was caught in his nose, he stopped and took in long breaths through his nostrils. It was definitely a vampire encounter, and there was more than one of them. William’s keen sense of smell enabled him to tell it was a female and a male, and the male’s scent was sickeningly familiar. It belonged to the vampire general and twin to Rourke, Alastar. A deep growl leveled off within his throat as the muscles in his back and arms twitched slightly. Although his anger towards the vampires did rear its ugly head for the shortest of moments, William’s demeanor calmed to the point where there was no visible lines or creases on his dark face to show such rage. “He drugged her,” the words came out in a low rumble as he turned to face his wife. Though his eyes did not meet entirely with hers, a newfound intensity could be spotted in his glowing orbs. The hair on his arms and neck prickled up from his skin, and if his unruly brown hair hadn’t been tied back, he would look much more like an animal.
William stood for a couple seconds, looking off in the distance as he felt the tension of the other pack members, who all seemed to be heading their way. ’Why did it have to start so soon. We miscalculated our planning,’ the Alpha thought before glancing to the side quickly. Marco was around here somewhere, and he was looking for him. The fact that he hadn’t approached him only meant that he had already changed his form and was sticking to the outskirts of the city. William stepped out of the alley, staring shamelessly at her for a couple seconds, before beginning to jog in the direction of the Beta wolf, brushing the back of his hand against hers on the way. Soon his steps were fast once more, his chest never faltering as it rose and fell, filling his lungs with the small amount of oxygen he desired. And then, it came. A magnificent howl erupted from his throat, and even though it was done while human, it was loud enough to be heard through the city, and strong enough to be confused as a wolf’s howl. It was a call directed towards his pack, those making their way to the scene should be following his scent.
Nothing could stop him from retrieving Tasha from the diabolical hands of that awful general. If the vampires though that they could get away with such a scheme, William would surely reassure them that it was definitely not their best idea. If Rourke had any idea about his brother’s plans, he surely knew that the Alpha wolf’s reaction would not be taken so lightly. Each member of the pack was a member of his family, and each of them would be protected by himself to the fullest extent. Alastar would regret his foolish actions sooner or later…
As he spotted the hulking, black form of Marco, he came to his side. “Since you’re here, I can reasonably guess where Alastar has taken her,” William’s voice projected to the large wolf that was Marco. “The pack is on their way, hopefully. We need to make sure no one else was taken, and then we’ll deal with this situation,” his words were spoken in a slightly flat tone, and Marco would easily be able to pick up on the emotions hidden in those words.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 9:48 pm
"Go? Home?" She tilted her head to the side, eyes wandering down towards the ground in a momentary stupor before fluttering back up towards his. Memories and recognition danced across her gaze as she bounced on the balls of her feet excitedly, elated she had an answer for him. "Home is... is.... that... no... that.... that way?" At each 'that' she pointed in a different direction, eyebrows furrowed and lips pressed together. On the third and final 'that' she had looked to him as if she were a student asking their teacher for the correct answer. If she had known the answer a moment ago it had faded away back into the depths of her mind. He would have an easier time with a phone book than her recollection, it seemed.
"I'm useful!" she then blurted out, suddenly aware of her blunder and trying to convince him of her worth. "I won't freeze!" It was a noble, valiant effort to conceal the truth. It was obvious she was getting cold despite the attempt to make him feel better about the situation and look as brave as a wizard ought to. Her fingernails (unkept as they were) and lips (chapped as they were) were both losing their rosy tint and succumbing to the chill. Devin even went so far as to clench her jaw just in case it might start chattering unexpectedly. That would, after all, ruin the facade. It did not occur to her that the wiser and smarter male might not be fooled at all or that there were signs she could not hide.
"Ahhh!" Well, that was brief. Before any objection could be raised, the mage was clinging to the hunter for safety. Again there was no rationalization or thought, but just an act on intuition and impulse. Something in the howl had scared her, throwing her mind into a panic that awful things were to come. Somehow it had seemed natural to cling to the closest living creature around her... and Daniel was lucky enough to bigger, more noticeable, and more attractive than any city animals that happened to be drifting by. Of course this meant that the frail and horribly soggy form was sharing all the refreshing moisture she had just covered herself in, squishing it against his dry clothing.
"B-b-b-bad," the idiot savant whispered, more to herself than to him. Wet lockets of hair clung to her face as her lips wavered, trying to form the words that leaked out without consideration. "S-s-something b-b-bad...." In her strange mind there were things she knew and comprehended instinctively. Devin had said since watching 'Star Wars' it was the force that allowed her to feel things so strongly (and not to mention use magic), but it was dubious if there was a force it'd call out to such a horrible representative.
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Posted: Wed Nov 05, 2008 3:40 pm
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class...Artesia followed at William's heels, watching his every move with narrowed eyes of concentration, making small adjustments in her body so that she would stay in sync with him as they ran together back to the city. She just couldn't quite wrap her head around it. One of their own was in grave danger. This was supposed to be a peaceful, fun night, with some alone time and a bonfire. With this... whatever it was happening, a restful, peaceful night would elude her for days to come.
She quickly caught Tasha's scent, soon after William; she could also smell two vampires. And one smell was all too familiar... As William growled, she felt one bubbling under the surface in her chest as well, but she was the calm to William's emotion, so she stood stoically by waiting for him to chose what to do, though the fear in her blue eyes could not be suppressed.
When William told her that Tasha had been drugged, she sucked in her breath. Had this been planned? Was their general intending all along to take her? He couldn't look at her, and Artesia's heart broke for him. Neither of them knew what would happen, he hadn't let anyone down. She wanted to tell him all that, but there was no time, and she feared she might break down herself, so she tried to tell him with her eyes. He might glance up for a second and know.
The others were coming, and Artesia quieted the storm of emotions threatening to engulf her, so she could be strong for the others. When William took off, she stayed. He might want her to wait and get everyone together before he returned with Marco, who was lurking not too far off. And when he howled, Artesia took off after him. They were all to follow.
She caught up with William just as he finished greeting their beta. She noted that Marco had changed over. Artesia certainly wouldn't mind changing over herself. New moon or full, they had crossed the line, and someone would be feeling her teeth rip into them.We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
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