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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 17th 2013, 8:38 pm

The ceremony had finally ended. The Pack swarmed the newly appointed King and Queen, welcoming them with open arms. From a safe distance, he had listened to her speech, heard the words she had used to describe him - felt the sting of her hatred.

Ithal, his jaw reset and body wiped clean of his own blood, crouched low in the wet foliage. He had positioned himself upwind of the crowd, hiding his own scent. His eyes narrowed into slits as he watched the plebs slowly disperse, heading back toward their home to continue the celebration. Mykael and Gangrel remained close to the thrones, they were leaning in towards one another - whispering.

A frustrated growl escaped his lips, but he managed to keep the roiling anger in check. His eyes scanned the dripping trees for a better vantage point, but froze when he felt someone’s burning gaze. He immediately locked eyes with Daven, the enforcer was standing close to the Queen, his golden gaze boring into Ithal. He felt his blood go icy cold, and for the first time in a very long time, he felt true fear.

Daven, almost imperceptibly, tilted his head to one side - a gesture that seemed eerily familiar to the disgraced former king. Ithal frowned, as he scrambled to put the pieces together. Daven’s movements and mannerisms had always felt familiar, as though they had known one another in a past life. Ithal slowly shrank further back into the swamp, taking great care to cover his tracks as he put distance between himself and his former pack members.

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Mykael gently hooked his finger beneath Gangrel’s chin, pulling her face upwards to meet his own. He kissed her on the lips and then released her, “There are a few things that I need to discuss with the men, I’ll have Sparrow and Isolde accompany you back home. I’ll be along shortly.”

“I can see ta her safe return ‘ome,” Daven hopped down from the platform, an impish grin on his lips. The fresh golden ink that Sparrow had smeared across his bare chest during the ceremony glistened in the sparse sunlight. He glanced at the Queen; she had, after all, insisted on meeting with him privately.

Mykael hesitated, but eventually nodded in agreement, “Fine. Thank you, Daven.” He turned to Gangrel and respectfully dipped his head before descending the platform and joining several of his lieutenants. The men surrounded their newly appointed King and the entire group disappeared into the sopping verdure.

Daven waited patiently as Ido took his leave, following Mykael - out of sight. Sparrow and Isolde, their arms interlaced, whispered between themselves - both women seemed happy and relaxed. Daven watched them slowly disappear into the swamp, presumably heading back home.

He turned toward Gangrel, they were finally alone. “Is something amiss, ma Queen?” He smiled, his eyes ablaze, “You wanted ta speak with me?”
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 7:33 am

"I know who you really are." She replied softly as she faced away from him, her eyes watching as her Pack melted into the trees. After a few moments of silence, she turned her silver gaze towards him. His strong, devistatingly handsome features nearly took her breath away. "Or rather, who you used to be. I don't know if you're assuming another form, or if you were reborn in another. I am more perceptive than most due to my abilities at Tracking, but I am no fool."

She closed the distance between them. She reached out and allowed her hand to hover a few inches above the broad and taunt expanse of his musclar torso. Gangrel could feel the intense heat coming off of him in waves. She could see the bright gold of his aura that he wore like a protective barrier. It shifted and wavered, flaring out against her own silvery aura as they touched.

"I saw you chant, Daven. Then everything stopped, time froze and some ghostly wolf came from the mist. When it reached the platform, it shifted, taking on the form of a man. A man who I do not remember ever seeing before and yet I know exactly who he is. I know you're the cause of this..vision, astral projection, whatever it was. I know you are, or were Basant. The first of us and the most powerful."

The touch of their aura's felt so good, so right that Gangrel suddenly snatched her hand back and turned away from Daven, giving him her back. She knew he would never hurt her. He would protect her with everything he had. It was one of those instinctual things that you just instantly knew and couldn't fully explain.

"What is it that you want? Or rather, what is it that he wants? If it's revenge, I can not allow you to harm anyone in this Pack and I will stop you from doing so. If it is revenge on Ithal, then I will not stand in your way. Mykael should have killed him instead of letting him go. But, he is King now. It is his word that is Law in the end."

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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 9:13 am

The beast closed his eyes and rolled his head backwards, releasing the hazy enchantment that hid his true identity. Daven’s created features slowly melted from his tall frame in a swirling gray mist, disappearing into the heavy air. A strong wind whipped through the clearing, violently bending the gnarled Cyprus trees inward. The entire swamp seemed to shudder at his presence.

Basant finally revealed himself - tall, muscular, and dark skinned. A leopard skin shendyt hung low on his hips, his chest and arms were covered in primitive ink designs, and his wavy black hair had been tucked into a towering pschent. The wind slowly died down. Now a gentle breeze, the air whistled through the curtain of moss that dripped from the surrounding branches. The trees seemed to sigh and a cacophony of ghostly whispers surrounded the pair, eventually dying away into an eerie silence.

Despite his large size, the ancient beast moved noiselessly. “You know who I am and yet you show no fear,” Basant had reverted to his native tongue, Archaic Egyptian. It was a language that hadn’t been used in several thousands of years, but he knew that Gangrel understood every word. “I know her powerful blood runs through your veins.”

He approached her from behind, taking up a tendril of dark hair. He twirled the silky strands around his finger and bent forward to inhale her scent; his inner beast threw its massive head back and released a long low howl into the breeze. He could feel the tension between them – the buried passion now radiating from her body. Suppressing his desires, Basant released his grasp, “I have not returned for revenge, my beautiful Queen.”

He suddenly appeared before her, “I have returned for you. It is time for us to reclaim our thrones. To right the many wrongs our kind has inflicted on this fragile world.” He gently took her hand and brought it to his chest. “I have made mistakes, my love,” his dark eyes were pleading, “It is time that I repent.”

He pressed her palm against his warm skin, his heart beat merging with hers. They stood in complete silence, eyes locked. Their powerful auras collided and blended together, swirling faster and faster. The surrounding trees groaned and shivered, large branches began to snap free from their hosts. Moss and bark ripped free from the trunks; several of the smaller trees came crashing down around them. The ground underneath their feet began to quake.

Basant pulled Gangrel closer to his body as the world seemed to fall apart around them, “Remember who you truly are. Please,” he bent over her protectively, “Remember.”
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 10:09 am

Remember? Remember what? What was it that Mykael and Sparrow had told her? That she was the reincarnation of his first Queen? Something like that, yes. With Basant's presence, the trees around them seem to cower, to bend and break to his will alone. But, it was also her will that kept them from truly being destroyed.

The trees, the very earth is mine. You can not break it.

It was her soul that seemed to whisper those words, the very presence inside of her that had been laying dormant for so very long. As those words were uttered by some telepathic..thing, the trees that were bending and breaking to Basant's power, righted themselves, almost mending, healing by Gangrel's will and power. Her aura flared almost violently, sparking against his and cooling that golden energy with her silvery presence. There was a sudden audible snap as the earth righted itself, mending in one final push of power. Feeling suddenly and utterly drained, she fell to her knees.

"We all make mistakes. It is the character of man. The true King is one who knows and admits when he has been wrong and have wronged others." The voice that spoke softly from her lips was not her own slightly heavily Cajun accented one. This voice seemed to echo with Queens past and future. It vibrated with the power of the First Queen who had been known under the name Nephyhys but was now just a nameless face in the ancient pages of Wolven folklore. She peered up through the jet black curtain of her hair, eyes blazing with a nearly blinding white light. Her pale skin remained but it had taken on a very subtle golden glow reflected off of the ancient markings in golden ink along the left half of her body from her neck down to her thigh. The words that had been spoken had been in an Ancient language that Gangrel had not known, but the woman buried deep inside of her did.

"You swore you would not return to the land of men, Basant."

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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 11:01 am

Basant lifted the weakened Queen to her feet. The Gathering Place had returned to normal, the swirling vortex that had threatened to destroy everything in its path had dissipated. Sunlight pierced the moss curtain, bathing them in its warm glow, and colorful birds began to sing from the branches.

“Our children are destroying this world,” his voice was deep - almost preternatural. “I made a promise so long ago that I could not keep. Not without you by my side.” His eyes conveyed a deep sadness, “Look at what they have done to you, to our bloodline. They are no longer gods, but mere insatiable beasts.” He gently, lovingly, brushed the hair from her face, “They no longer respect anything.”

The woman in his arms was not the Queen he remembered, but an exotic mixture of the old Nephyhys and the new. Basant could see Mykael’s influence in her bright eyes; he had left a bit of himself in her. Basant felt a sudden pang of jealousy. His warm fingers traced the jagged scar in the nape of her neck. Mykael’s scent lingered in her hair.

“They must be destroyed,” his voice was barely above a whisper. He pulled his attention from Mykael’s mark, “And we are the only ones who can put a stop to them.”
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 1:34 pm

"It is not all of our children, Basant. Ithal fell to Reiko and Mae's influence and in turn he gained a few followers among a few of the other Packs. It is they we must destroy. Sparrow, Mykael, Ido. They are all followers of us here and must remain for they are the new generation of our race. To destroy them would be to bring about the annihilation of our kind."

Her pure white gaze shifted as she stood with his support. Their errie glowing light trailed over each feature of his face almost as if she were attempting to commit it to memory. He would not be able to assume the form of Basant while with the Pack. If he returned then the Pack would become divide among Basant and Mykael. She saw the thought flash across his face and she shook her head faintly.

"It would not be wise. To divide them now while they have only recently been divided already would leave them weakened, vulnerable. I will not do that to them." She reached up and let just the very tips of her fingers trace the contour of his strong jawline. "I will not destroy our people for any reason. Not even you." It almost saddened her to say those words. She would have and still would die for him as she had done before. But should could not and would not destroy the Rougarou for him. Not even if he asked it of her.

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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 6:26 pm

Basant closed his eyes as she trailed her fingertips along his jaw. The intimate gesture sent electric bolts of excitement up and down his spine. He pulled her closer, his arousal apparent through the shendyt. He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, her cheek, and then her full lips.  He felt her body tense and so he pulled back.

“I cannot destroy this plague alone,” he lifted her into his arms and swiftly mounted the rock platform. She was light and it took little effort for him to gently place her onto the throne. He knelt down in front of her and slid his hands up her thighs, “Do you not remember fighting next to me, my love?” He reached up and gently tugged at the beads covering her bare chest, pulling her closer. Their lips met once more. The ghostly whispers returned, surrounding the ancient beasts.

Basant yanked at the beads, and Gangrel’s ceremonial necklace exploded into hundreds of tiny pieces. The whispers became more frantic - louder. He pulled away from her lips and began to kiss the crook of her neck. The taste of her lips, the softness of her skin were all too familiar. She was Nephyhys; he had found his Queen again after all of these centuries.

Basant suddenly pulled away and glanced over his shoulder. Someone was approaching quickly. He sighed and looked back at Gangrel, “I will forever love you, Nephyhys,” his voice was barely above a whisper, “If only you felt the same.”

He rose and turned toward the far end of the Gathering Place just as Mykael burst through the dense foliage, “Daven!” The young King quickly made his way across the clearing, “Where have you two been? We’ve been looking everywhere.”

Daven jumped down from the platform and met the angry Mykael halfway. The two men leaned in close and spoke for a few seconds. Mykael glanced over Daven’s shoulder at Gangrel, a worried expression on his face. The two men parted ways moments later, and Mykael made his way up to his seated mate.

“Daven said you have fallen ill,” he crouched down in front of her, “You’re flushed. What happened?” He gently held her hands, “Where did you two go? We’ve been looking for you for hours.”

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“So, what did happen to you two?” Ido questioned Daven as the two weaved their way through the swamp. “You’ve been missing for hours.”

“Oh?” Daven asked absently, “Wasn’t keepin' track of dah time.”

“I bet you weren’t,” Ido grinned. He glanced over his shoulder, the other warriors were far enough behind them that they probably weren’t listening, “Just between you and me,” he nudged Daven, “She let you... you know?”

Daven’s brow furrowed, “What are ya askin' me?”

Ido glanced over his shoulder again, “You know. Did you fuck her? I mean she looked tired and she was half naked...”

Seizing Ido by the shirt, Daven rammed him backwards. The two men flew through the air until Ido’s back slammed into a tree. Bark exploded around them, and the trunk splintered. Daven pulled a hand back and took a swing. Ido barely managed to dodge the first blow. Daven drove his fist into the tree next to Ido’s head. He pulled back, taking more careful aim.

The men, hearing the fight, rushed forward. Several strong arms seized Daven, pulling him off of the terrified Ido.

“Daven! Stop!”

“Hold him back!”

The men began yelling as it became apparent that Daven could not be physically controlled.
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 8:52 pm

Nephthys loved Basant. Gangrel, however, loved Mykael. It was as if two personalities lived in one body. Was she really Nephthys, or Gangrel? She wasn't entirely sure anymore. She remained sitting on the throne, half naked and her mind reeling. She almost didn't noticed her Mate's presence until he knelt down in front of her and took her hand in his. Was she flushed? Did he know Basant had been here? Could he smell the other man on her? She opened her mouth to make up some elaborate story, but stopped herself. This was her Mate now. He at least deserved to know the truth, right? Tilting her head up, she stared into his eyes and felt her heart nearly break. He was so concerned for her, so worried. When she opened her mouth next, she poured her heart out to him, telling him everything. The ceremony, the first vision, the chanting. Her suspicions. Everything.

"I wanted to speak with Daven. I felt as though he had some answers about my past. I wanted...I wanted to remember." What she didn't tell him, was that Daven was actually Basant. The way she told the story, she made it sound as if Basant had come to her in a vision. "I must have passed out. Daven must have picked me up and put me where. When I woke up, I was like this."

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Weather Mykael believed her or not, she didn't know. He hadn't said too much since they left the clearing, but his hand was still warm and firm in hers as if he were holding on to ensure that she wouldn't leave his side. As they passed into the front yard, she faintly heard Ido's comment. Her hearing was still vastly more sensitive than any other Pack member and she felt her Beast stir to the surface. A loud, rumbling growl echoed across the yard, reaching every ear of the Pack. They all turned seemingly in unison as Gangrel's Beast; a large pure black wolf, burst free. One minute she was standing there, holding her Mate's hand. The next, the large wolf head butted Daven hard enough to throw him back several feet. Her Beast was tall enough to stare directly into Ido's eyes. What she saw in his expression was utter fear as her lips pulled back from sharp, glistening white teeth in a meanacing snarl.

You dare insult your Queen in such a way, Ido?!

She did not speak out loud and yet she knew everyone heard her words as they echoed deep within their minds. Suddenly, Gangrel shifted back to her Human form so swiftly that it was like magic. A collective gasp rose up from the Pack.

"I have never seen anyone shift that fast." Someone whispered. It had sounded like Sparrow.

"Many Queens have killed members of their Pack for less insults such as the one you spoke to Daven." Gangrel struck out, her fist connecting with the young wolf's jaw. She held back just enough so that she didn't shatter it like she had done to Ithal. "Consider yourself lucky that I don't throw you in the Pit. You insult me or your King again, I will kill you."

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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 10:20 pm

Daven landed hard on his back, his head bouncing off of the ground. He let out a pained moan, his mind suddenly clouded over. He was losing consciousness, despite his best efforts to right himself. He closed his eyes, only for a moment, to clear his mind...

Basant suddenly found himself standing in the center of his palace’s sunken garden. A clear stream of water wove a path through the very middle of the indoor oasis. Several marble benches had been placed throughout, all baring the King’s royal cartouche carved into the cold stone. Exotic birds sang from their perches, and free roaming peacocks pecked at scattered seed.

Basant slowly turned around, something was amiss. This palace had been destroyed thousands of years ago; he had watched the humans tear it down. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in one of the wading pools; a small rivulet of blood leaked from his right ear. He reached up, numb with confusion.

“My love.”

Basant turned, startled. “Nephthys?”

She smiled, “Of course, who else would it be?” She stepped down onto the lowest level of the garden, her bare feet silent in the dewy grass. She wore her favorite dress, a white kalasiris made of the finest muslin. Around her neck, a gold and turquoise gorgerine. The image of a falcon had been carved into the precious collar. She approached him and gently cupped his face in her hands, “You seem troubled, my love.”

Basant nuzzled her hands, “None of this is real.” A deep sadness overcame him along with the realization that he was dreaming.

Nephthys laughed and tilted her head to one side, “Of course this is real. I am real, am I not?” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his nose, “Was that not real?”

Basant smiled, “Oh how I wish it was.” He pulled his wife to his chest, “How I wish this were all real again.” He buried his face in her fragrant hair, she smelled of rose petals.

Nephthys wrapped her arms around his waist, “Time to wake up, Daven.”

“What?” Basant pulled back and looked down at his wife, “What did you call me?”

“Wake up, Daven.”


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Mykael knelt over his fallen brother, “Daven?” He gently shook the man’s shoulders. The pack had gathered around for a closer look. Daven had been knocked out cold, and wasn’t responding to anyone’s prompts to wake up.

“Wake up, Daven,” Mykael shook him a little harder.

Daven’s eyes fluttered open and he let out a pained moan. It took his vision a moment to clear, and he was soon able to make out Mykael’s face, “What...?”

Mykael smiled and helped Daven into a seated position, “You had us scared for a minute.” He brushed off Daven’s back, “Hit your head pretty hard on the ground.” Mykael paused, “You were talking after you passed out.”

Daven winced, gently touching the lump forming behind his ear. He withdrew his hand, a small amount of blood was smeared across his fingers, “Oh?” He wiped his hand on his pants, “What did I say?”

Mykael shrugged, “I couldn’t understand you.”

“None of us could,” Tem chimed in. “It was like you were speaking another language.”

Daven forced a smile and shrugged, “Must’ve been really out of it. Help me up.”

Mykael pulled Daven to his feet, keeping close in case he needed to catch the woozy man. Daven glanced at the Pack, all eyes were on him. When he made eye contact with Gangrel, he averted his gaze and took a few steps toward home. He wobbled and tripped, but Mykael quickly caught him, “Easy, brother. Lean on me, I’ll get you home.”

“Get back,” Daven shrugged off Mykael’s kind offer, and shook his head. “I’m fine.” He gritted his teeth and made another attempt to walk on his own. This time, he managed to stay upright. Without another glance in the Queen’s direction, he started the long painful journey home.

Mykael turned to Sparrow, “Would you escort the Queen home?”

She nodded.

Mykael gestured to Tem and a few others to follow him, and soon he disappeared into the swamp, leaving Gangrel behind.

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“They’ll be home soon,” Sparrow spoke softly as she brushed out Gangrel’s long black hair. She glanced at the Queen’s reflection in the mirror. Not a word had been spoken between them since they had returned home. The celebration had been cancelled and everyone had quietly retired for the night. Daven had been put to bed and Isolde had been given the task of watching him while he slept, in case his head wound had been more serious than it appeared.

The bristles glided through Gangrel’s silky strands easily, and Sparrow soon set the brush aside and began braiding the Queen’s hair.
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 10:45 pm

For a long time, Gangrel didn't know what to say. She sat silently with her legs tucked beneath her as Sparrow brushed out her hair. There had been a hundred strokes of the brush. She had kept count to keep herself from going crazy. In a way, she felt guilty. Guilty for throwing Daven so violently across the yard. Guilty for striking Ido. Guilty for wanting Mykael and Daven. How had she gotten herself into this mess? She zoned out for a moment while Sparrow braided her hair. When the woman was done, she turned to glance over her shoulder at her.

"Thank you, Sparrow. I will releave Isolde for a little while. She needs to eat something." Gangrel stood gracefully, still not looking fully at the other woman. "Make sure Isolde takes however long she needs. Perhaps the two of you should get some rest."

Without another word, she turned and left the room. She made her way almost silently down the hall. Daven's room was at the top of the stairs at the opposite end of the hall from her own. She seemed to float with even more grace than she had ever possessed. It was almost as if small pieces of Nephthys were showing themselves. She stopped before the door and thought about knocking. Deciding against it, Gangrel opened to door quietly, knowing fully well that it would squeak if opened quickly. She poked her head through the opening.

"Isolde. Why don't you take a break and get something to eat, some rest. I will take over for a little while."

The other woman stood from the chair she had been sitting in in a darkened corner of the room and made her way towards the door.

"Thank you, Gangrel."

The Queen smiled warmly, and nodded her head just once. She was afraid to touch anyone now, afraid that she would hurt them. Her strength and speed had almost grown ten fold since the ceremony and it frightened her. Daven was the only one with answers.

She slipped through the open door, closing it silently behind her. She was careful with her steps while crossing the room, avoiding the floor boards that squeaked. Gangrel slipped into the chair Isolde had vacated and she sat back, closing her eyes. Her aura stretched out, snaking white tendrils dancing over Daven's sleeping form. They seemed to evaporate into his skin, healing any damage he may have sustained from hitting his head.

"I'm sorry." She said softly, almost barely audible before she opened her eyes. She continued to sit there in the dark, hidden by the shadows of the room.

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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 18th 2013, 11:19 pm

His body shivered as her essence snaked along his exposed skin. She penetrated his wound, slowly healing it from the inside out. His eyes fluttered and he let out a sigh.

“I’m sorry.”

He heard the pain in her voice, and felt the sadness that surrounded her. His eyes remained closed as the remaining pain dissipated. “What are you sorry for?” It was Basant’s voice, in their native tongue. “I deserved it.” He opened his eyes, and slowly sat up in bed. He reached back behind his ear, the lump had disappeared completely and the pain was gone.

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Mykael and Tem entered the large house, the other men remained behind on patrol; Ido had been assigned several consecutive night shifts for his insolence. Mykael had taken pity on the boy, allowing him to remain with the Pack. Ido was a good warrior, just thoughtless and childish at times.

Sparrow met them in the foyer. She had changed out of her ceremonial garb, and now donned a dark blue shirt dress. Mykael and Tem greeted her warmly.

“The Queen is upstairs tending to Daven,” Sparrow spoke once Tem had disappeared into the house.

His smile faded and Mykael simply nodded that he understood.

Sensing something was amiss, she quickly added, “The Queen is only spelling Isolde. I can go up and take her place.”

Mykael shook his head, “No, that won’t be necessary.” He stepped past her and headed for the stairs.

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“Why are you sitting so far away, Nephthys?” Basant’s mask slowly faded, revealing his true identity once more. He leaned back against the headboard and gently patted the mattress next to him. He still felt a little weak, and the haze in his mind hadn’t fully evaporated.
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 19th 2013, 6:06 am

"It is not Nephthys. It's Gangrel."  She replied in her Cajun accent English. "I know." She wasn't sure if he would understand what he meant by those two words. But she was beginning to slowly piece together the past.

"I remember what happened at the plantation." She continued as if to clarify her meaning. Although he offered her a seat beside him on the bed, she refused and remained sitting in the over stuffed chair that held colorful repair patches in various places. "I know it was Ithal who gave the order. It was his men that came that night. I remember folding laundry as Lilliana was sound asleep in her room just next to where I was. I hear screaming and ran downstairs to investigate."

Her face grew pale, almost transparent as her thoughts shifted back to the night her family was destroyed and she had become what she was now, a memory broken Werewolf.

"I grabbed the shotgun that was kept above the front door so Lilliana wouldn't find it. I began shooting almost as soon as I came out the door. I saw that they had Eric on the ground, beating the shit out of him. So I reacted. One man's head exploded, then another and another. Before I could finish off all of the attackers, something painfully slammed into my back from behind. I looked down and could see something shiny, silver sticking out from my abdomen. It was one of those silver pikes Mae was so fond of. Reiko had stabbed me in the back, literally. I remember whipping around; even still injured, with the shotgun and bringing the butt of it hard against the side of his head. I fought even as I was dying, even as I was becoming paralyzed the more I shifted the pike. But they got Lilliana. Made me watch as they ripped her to pieces."

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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 19th 2013, 9:57 am

Basant quietly watched the shadows dance across the barren walls. A heavy silence hung in the air, and minutes passed before he finally responded, “It was my failing that killed our daughter.” He glanced at the Queen, “Not yours.” He threw the thread-bare blanket off of his lap and swung his legs over the side of the bed.  He leaned forward, using his arms to support himself. “It was my fault.”

His head was still foggy from the concussion, but he was steadily regaining his strength. He rose and slowly crossed the room. “It wasn’t Ithal who orchestrated the attack. He merely took the credit.” He pulled his grass stained buckskin pants from the back of a chair and slipped into them.  He stared out of the dusty glass pane. Basant could feel her eyes on him, piercing through the darkness, waiting for an explanation.

Basant’s muscular frame suddenly disappeared into a dark mist, replaced by Daven’s. He turned and quietly watched to door creak open. Mykael poked his head in the room, first spotting Daven at the window.

“I see you are you doing well,” Mykael entered the room and made eye contact with Gangrel. He smiled at his Mate, the anger and frustration he had felt in the clearing, listening to Gangrel’s tale, was slowly disappearing. It had only been a dream. There was nothing for him to worry about. Basant had vanished over a decade ago…

Daven forced a smile, “Aye. I am feelin’ a bit better.” He moved toward the door, chancing one last look at his Queen before disappearing into the hallway.
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 19th 2013, 1:50 pm

Once Daven left the room, Gangrel stood, her bare feet making no noise along the bare, worn wooden floor. She approached Mykael and reached up, gently framing his face between her hands. She smiled. It was a subtle one, but it was full of the emotion, the tenderness and love she felt for him.

"Never forget that I love you." She whispered softly, a moment before her lips brushed across his. It was a ghost of a touch, feather light but it spoke just as much as her smile had. Her hands drifted down from his face, gliding along his powerful shoulders with the beginnings of his primitive tattoos. They moved across to his chest and down along his taunt, flat stomach. She felt at home here. She felt at peace in Mykael's arms. Something she did not feel when Basant touched her. Sure he was beautiful, dangerous and powerful. And yes, she had some memories of her past with him, but she was no longer Nephthys. She was Gangrel, current Queen for the Fenrir Pack and Mykael was her Mate.

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Rebecca sat back in a worn leather chair, her boot clad feet propped up on the table in front of her. A mug of coffee sat, untouched just beside her right boot.

"You're sure he's back?" The shadowed figure across from her questioned, obviously not one to believe simple rumor or the hunch of a powerful Witch, but she had proved useful on so many occasions that he was more inclined to believe her more than simple rumors.

Rebecca said nothing, merely stared. Was she sure. She nearly snorted at the bastards question. Of course she was sure. She was a Witch for Goddess' sake. There was nothing that her crystals or cards didn't explain. Her flaming red hair fell in tight spiral curls past her shoulders and her cat green eyes blazed with a cunning intelligence.

"My cards do nae lie." Finally came her heavily Irish accented voice.

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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 19th 2013, 5:09 pm

“I know,” Mykael wrapped his arms around her, “There was never any doubt.”

He closed his eyes as she ran her hands down his torso, her fingers stopping at the waistband of his pants. Mykael couldn’t help but become aroused; he thrilled at the thought of touching her again.

“I have always loved you,” he gently stroked her braided hair, running his fingers down the length of her ponytail. “And I always will.” He hooked his finger underneath her chin, pulling her face up to meet his. Gently, he kissed her lips, “Why don’t we go to bed?” He suggested. It was, after all, the first time they had been alone since he had first marked her.

***

“Where do you suppose they went?” Isolde, her golden blonde hair pulled back into a messy bun, stared out into the encroaching darkness. Clouds were quickly rolling across the moon, and whatever was left of the sparse starlight would soon be swallowed by the roiling sky.

Sparrow shrugged, “Ithal is a smart man, I’m sure he had a plan in mind in the event that something like this happened.” She glanced at her friend, “Let’s not think of him tonight.”

Isolde smiled, “All right.”

The two women began walking again. They had been strolling around the house for quite a while, and were completing their fourth lap.

“What do you make of our Queen’s disappearance tonight?” Isolde was the first to speak.

Sparrow tilted her head to one side and shrugged, “It is not for me to analyze.”

“Oh, come now,” Isolde prodded, “I’m asking as a friend, not on any sort of official capacity.” She playfully poked Sparrow’s arm.

“Well, I don’t know all of the details, but I heard Daven mention that she had fallen ill unexpectedly.”

Isolde scrunched up her nose, “That doesn’t explain why they were gone for several hours. Or why they were found in the clearing - at the Gathering Place - after we had all searched the area so thoroughly.”

Sparrow shrugged again, “Life is full of mysteries, Isa. Not everything can be explained away.”

***

Mykael lay on his side, staring into Gangrel’s striking eyes. He reached over and brushed a wayward strand of hair out of her face. They had retired to their room, and now found themselves lying in bed together, neither one speaking at first. Both merely enjoying the other’s company.
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 21st 2013, 8:33 pm

Strangely, her eyes seemed to constantly shift. Blazng gold one minute, then cooling to a chilly silver the next. Finally, after a few moments, they compromised and gave her a bi-colored look. Her right eye remained gold while the other retained it's silver hue. It was a nearly startling and breath-taking contrast and they were certainly not Human eyes. Delicately, her fingertips traced along Mykael's biceps with the primitive markings. One of her slim legs was thrown nearly lazily over his hip. It seemed like an eternity had past since their last time alone together. Their moment, however, was broken when Gangrel heard a loud commanding voice in her head.

You must flee. Get the Pack to safety. Hunters are coming.

She knew it was Nephthys' voice, but how did she know such a thing? Not a moment later, a vision flashed before her eyes. Men dressed in camo attire and carrying various assortment of weapons were just entering the trees from the main road. They had perhaps a half hour at the most.

"Mykael!" Gangrel exclaimed, leaping from the bed. "We must gather the Pack. Hunters are coming!"

Without waiting for a response, she dashed for the stairs.
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 22nd 2013, 2:55 pm

Mykael leapt out of bed and followed his Mate down the chewed stairs. His heart racing as they burst through the front door. Gangrel continued her sprint, nearly running headlong into Sparrow and Isolde.

“What is it?” Sparrow caught the Queen by the shoulders, “What’s wrong?”

Mykael signaled to a nearby sentry. The young wolf hopped down from his perch and jogged across the lawn toward his Alpha.

Mykael clapped a hand on the back of the sentry’s neck, pulling him close, “Send word to the men, direct them back home.”  Mykael released him, “Hurry.”

The young wolf nodded and immediately headed into the swamp to call his brothers home.

***

The women had gathered on the porch, the pups cowering nearby. They were all nervous, waiting for some sort of explanation. Mykael and Gangrel were addressing their warriors, a look of grave concern on every face.

“Please, stay calm,” Sparrow’s voice interrupted the nervous chatter. Her silver eyes scanned the group, silently counting heads. Everyone seemed present.

“What is going on, Sparrow?”

“Yes, why are we out here?”

Sparrow glanced over her shoulder, Isolde bowed her head. “We have reason to believe that Hunters have once again invaded our homeland.” A collective gasp rose from the group - another flurry of terrified whispers.

“Please,” Isolde stepped forward, “Do not be frightened.” She swept an arm in the direction of the men, “Our warriors are strong, and together we can defeat any foe.” She glanced at Sparrow, her friend flashed a thankful smile.

“But how do you know there are hunters coming?”

Sparrow and Isolde exchanged worried glances, “Well, our Queen informed us of the impending danger.”

“But how does she know?”

No response.

***

Daven slowly weaved his way through the group of warriors, his golden eyes fixed upon Gangrel. He caught Nephthys’s scent on her, the true Queen manifesting herself physically. He took up position next to the Alpha.
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 23rd 2013, 11:42 am

Shit. Gangrel thought to herself. Perhaps it was time she let the Pack know the truth. Closing her oddly bi-colored eyes, she took a deep breath and felt herself relax. The part of her that was Nephthys rose to the surface and in a swirl of silver hued mist, Gangrel's form was replaced by that of the Mother of Werewolves.

Nephthys stood a full six inches taller, nearly five foot ten. Long, jet black spiral curls rained down her back to come to a rest at her knees. Each cluster of curl ended with small golden ankhs that jingled lightly like little bells everytime she moved. Her skin had taken on a golden glow, but remained pale; even for someone who supposedly had origins in Egypt. Her eyes were two glittering gold gems, void of any pupil or any other color. They made her appear sightless when in fact she could see in astounding detail. Her gaze could focus in on an ant a mile away marching across the leaf of the tree. Nephthys' body was a bit fuller compared to Gangrel's toned physique, more curvy. She was voluptious and seductive. Dangerous and lethal. Her along shaped eyes were darkly lined in black kohl and her curvacious form was enveloped in a simple skirt of white and gold pattern linen that reached to the ground. Her well endowed chest was covered in fine gold and white beads that shifted when she moved.

"I am Nephtys. Mother of Wolves." Came her voice that echoed with power. Each member of the Pack felt some stirring inside them, their true Beasts rising to the surface. "It is I who warned Gangrel."
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 23rd 2013, 2:11 pm

The Pack reverently dropped to their knees, their Mother standing tall before them. Basant remained hidden, Daven’s facade stayed in place. He felt the raw power wash over him, but did not bow. He was her King, her equal. Daven’s eyes scanned the Pack, all cowering before them, even Mykael had dropped down.

He was dumbstruck, staring at Nephthys - his worst fears realized. Mykael, down on one knee, had a look of utter betrayal on his face. He felt his muscles quiver under an invisible pressure as he forced his body upwards. Daven lifted an arm toward the weaker King, forcing Mykael back down onto the ground using ancient magic.

“Show reverence for your Golden Queen,” Basant’s voice leaked through.

Mykael sneered, “Gangrel is my Queen, not her.” He looked up, “My love?”

Daven closed his extended fingers, causing Mykael to cry out in pain.
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PostSubject: Re: Return to the Wild   November 23rd 2013, 3:59 pm

"Harm him again, Basant and I will be forced to use my hand against you. Do not make me choose." Nephthys crossed the woods in which they had gathered and kelt down beside Mykael. She reached out and gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "I am merely a facade, Basant, a memory. I am no longer real. I died a long time ago. Gangrel is real and she carries within her my memory. She was destined to become Rougarou from the moment she was born. Those that are destined, I seek to live within them. To keep my memory alive."

She helped Mykael stand. She reached out and rested her hand against the side of his face, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I passed my abilities onto Gangrel when I knew she was meant for this life, for she carries within her the new generation of our people."
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