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PostSubject: Saint or Sinner   June 11th 2017, 9:05 pm

Theme Song: In This Moment - Oh Lord

Oh Lord wonít you save me
Save me from my soul
Oh lord wonít you forgive me
For I have lost control

Oh lord wonít you tell me
Am I the righteous or the damned?
Oh Lord wonít you please hear me
Do I obey or do I command

Freedom. It was something she had almost given up on. Thankfully the lawyer that the Montriarch had put her in touch with, turned out to be true to his word. They were moving her from the prison cell she had called home for the past three years, breaking her freem from this hell hole. Chains rattled as they were finally unlocked from her wrists and ankles, clanging to the floor with a destinctive rattle. They were actually allowing her to shower before they released her back into civilization. There would be no other inmates or guards here to bother her. None that she had to fight to fend off from unwanted advances. They had all learned her first day that she was not someone to be fucked with.

There had been one inmate that had thought she was slick, that she owned the prison, owned her. She had been dead wrong and ended up in the infirmary with several broken fingers and a busted nose. Mahigan had gone easy on her and everyone knew it. After that, most of the inmates had either given her a wide birth, or had flocked to her for protection. She was, afterall, one half of the leadership that made up the Ragnarok Riders, a fierce MC that protected what was theirs.

Oh lord canít you save me from my twisted little mind
Oh Lord wonít you please show me how to turn the water to wine

Oh Lord wonít you show me
Am I the sinner - or the saint
Oh Lord wonít you please tell me was all my suffering in vain

Oh God have mercy on me
Oh God have mercy on me
Hold me down under holy water
I fear I been laying with the devil
I been laying with the devil

Oh Lord please forgive me for what Iím about to do
Oh Lord wonít you believe me I'll burn in hell for you

After she had cleaned the hellish grime from Sanguine's prison, Mahigan pulled on the clothes she had come here in. Worn and faded black jeans that were nearly grey now with several rips along each leg, revealing the Native American themed tattoos that adorned her body. Each one depicted some type of wolf along with it's Native influence. She tugged them on, securing them on her hips with her signature black leather belt and stainless steel dream catcher belt buckle. A black tank top covered her torso and the black sports bra. Over that was the ever present black leather vest with the Ragnarok Riders' sigil adorning the back.


The tacky orange jumpsuit was tossed into the hamper just outside the doorway to the showers. Officer Karl stood near by waiting to escort her to the main entrance for the prison. Mahigan collected the remainder of her personal items, including her wallet and cell phone, both of which she slipped into the back pocket of her jeans as she practically sauntered towards the doors. She said not a word to anyone as she was leaving. Though she had been released due to insuficent evidence, they all still suspected her of murder. Funnily enough, they were right. Though to her kind, it wasn't murder, it was justice, revenge.

Oh lord wonít you teach me teach me how to see
Oh Lord tell me you love me am I Lillith or am I Eve

Oh God have mercy on me
Oh God have mercy on me
Hold me down under holy water
I fear I been laying with the devil
I been laying with the devil

Oh God have mercy on me
Oh God have mercy on me
Hold me down under holy water
I fear I been laying with the devil
I been laying with the devil

Hold me down under holy water
I fear I been laying with the devil

She breathed deep of the fresh air the moment she stepped out into the bright daylight. She squinted against the harsh glare of the sun, lifting her hand to shield her eyes. Almost immediately, a smile curled the corners of her lips. Parked in the lot were every bike and member of the Riders, here to pick up their Queen in proper Wolf fashion. With a faint inhuman howl, they called to her. Though she wanted to run to them, Mahigan refrained. Instead she held her head high and proud, taking her time as she walked that distance across the lot to them. Her friends, her family.
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PostSubject: Re: Saint or Sinner   June 13th 2017, 1:25 pm

Just let me bust you out of here... It'd take three guys, blow out a fuckin' wall and you're out babe.

Bo remembered that conversation well, she had only been locked up for a few weeks when on one visit he had leaned in and pleaded with her to just let them break her out of jail. They would have been able to keep her safe. She had forbidden him from doing it, and she was the only one who walked this earth who could tell him he couldn't do something, and he'd actually listen. She had wanted to stay, she felt she needed to. She had often spoke of how the pack had lost it's way. How they had been meant for more than what they had become. Her words had been true, and no matter how much he hated not having her by him, he respected her wishes. Already he had begun phasing them out of the business they had been conducting themselves in. Drugs, Extortion, Gun Running. Clean cuts, a blank slate for his old lady to return home to.

Bodolf was leaning on his Black matte, murdered out Harley Vrod, his arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. His hair flared back loosely, his sides buzzed down given him a crisp looking undercut that clashed with the rugged beard that masked his facial features. He wore worn blue jeans, with a thick chain spanning across one hip, and clipped onto his belt loops. He work black leather riding boots, and a white T underneath the black "kutte" he wore, The back held rockers, marking him as a Ragnarok rider, and a patch with red lettering titled him as "Alpha". Only other patch like it existed, and it was worn by the woman who had just exited the prison. As Mahigan had stepped out. Bo's gaze intensified and he stood straight. Arms uncrossing, and a wide, and almost wild smirk peeling back his lips, and exposing his pearly whites. Almost in unison, the entire MC that had amassed in that parking lot, called out with that inhuman howl.

Their presence had already caused the prison guard to be on edge, their reputation proceeded them, wherever they roamed, and as they called out. The guard's on the tower took aim. Though none of the seemed exactly phased by guns being drawn out on them. Bo's gaze shot behind him to the van where the prospects who had yet earned the right to wear the patch stood waiting.

"Don't just fuckin' stand there asshats, get her bike off the trailer? She's gonna want to ride."

They wasted no time, shooting into action as they carefully started pulling off another Harley Vrod of the trailer, an exact match to Bo's. After his command was given, Bo started walking towards Mahigan, that shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. His body was tense, as if he was holding back his excitement, even with that content look on his fact, the burly man's stride was menacing, as was everything else about him. Bo wouldn't waste a moment, as soon as she was in arm's reach, Bo lurched forward, arms motioning to slide around her, hands gripping her firm by her back side as she was hoisted up into his strong grasp. A low grumbling growl resounding from deep within his core.

"Welcome home, Mama Wolf."

He whispered softly to her.
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PostSubject: Re: Saint or Sinner   June 13th 2017, 2:17 pm

Every pair of golden amber eyes watched and waited with both anticipation and curiousity. Some had never seen the woman before, only hearing of her. Others knew Mahigan very well and thought of her like a mother, a sister, a daughter. However, the instant her eyes caught sight of Bo, she smiled. Without waiting for him to come to her, she ran straight for him and leapt into his arms. Her legs locked securely around his waist. He had not been able to support her weight, they both would have fallen and toppled over like a puppy pile. There was a subtle purr that rumbled past her lips just before she framed her Mate's face between her hands and claimed his mouth with her own. It was a tender and loving geature, one that showed just how much she missed him.

"Good to be home, Papa Wolf." She replied softly before glancing over his shoulder to the sight of her bike being pushed with care off of the trailer. With a squeal of glee she leapt down off of Bo and practically skipped towards the V-Rod.

"My baby." She crooned, running the palm of her hands over the sleek curve of the gas tank. "Mama missed her precious." Mahigan let out another squeal when large, tree trunk arms wrapped around her waist and spun her around.

"Christ, Mykael, what is Jael feeding you?" Mykael and Jael had been the parents of the young woman that had been raped and murdered by the very man she had killed three years ago.

"Small children." The brute of a man grunted, laying his forehead against his Alpha's in a sign of affection. "Thank you, Mahigan. You will never begin to know or understand how much what you did meant to me and Jael."

The Alpha female returned the gesture and clasped her hand on one of his meaty shoulders. "We protect our own, Brother. We are a family."

Jael, the small red-headed woman gingerly stepped up behind her Mate. Already tears glistened in her eyes. Without a word, the two woman embraed tightly, both latching on to one another with strong emotions.

"You avenged my baby. Thank you." It was the faintest of whispers but Mahigan heard it loud and clear. In the off chance that anyone was listen to them, or watching, she merely nodded once to Jael.
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PostSubject: Re: Saint or Sinner   June 13th 2017, 2:51 pm

Bo's lips met her in fiery reprisal. He had withstood her pounce and held her tightly in his arms. Tattooed flesh, bulging, and rippling across tightly corded muscle. As if he was holding her from being torn away by gale force winds. He had truly missed her, and having her in his arms again, having her free from that prison was like a piece of him being returned to the proper place. He could sense her excitement as she caught glimpse of her iron steed, and he was quickly to release her as she bound towards it. How it must have felt to be locked away, being free was what was most important to them, to give it up, had to have been hard for her.

"Kept her well maintained. Swapped fluids, kept the chain oiled, fired her over every week for a few minutes. No ass touched her seat but yours, and I didn't mess your tuning. I know you like it running just so."

He stood for a moment, especially when Mykael and Jael came to give thanks. Bo watched over them all. That wide smile still pulling at his lips. Mahigan had taken that burden, she had dished out vengeance. It was only fitting the bastard died violently, he knew for certain that he was still alive when Mahigan had begun feasting upon him.

"We can never replace what was lost, but I hope that you find peace knowing that monster's been quelled from this world.

He spoke softly, even with that rock crushing baritone, and his back kept to the prison. He glanced back to Mahigan. His smile had faded, the loss of the young girl had been something that had struck the pack hard. When one was lost, it was felt by the entire family. Close knit they were, few were closer than this pack.

"Let's get the flying fuck outta here... This place smells like shit."

Bo turned and spit onto the black top of the parking lot. His golden hues glancing up to the guards that resided in the towers above them. A light snarl peeling back one corner of his lips. Gaze shifted back Mahigan.

"What do ya say, Mahigan... Time for the pack to roll? I aint supposed to tell ya, but there's a party waiting for you at the clubhouse. I know you're not fond of surprises."

He chuckled and started walking towards his own V-rod. A loud shrill whistle, before his right hand rose heavenwards, and spun around, in the universal motion to "Roll out." All about them Motorcycle engines began roaring to life. Bo stepped over his own Harley, pulling it straight and kicking the stand back. Before turning his own over, and revving the engine until it was roaring with life. Though he didn't move, instead glancing back to Mahigan, the pack moved as one, and filed in behind the two Alpha's. Now that she was free, they didn't move until both were ready to do so.
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PostSubject: Re: Saint or Sinner   June 13th 2017, 7:20 pm

Parties. She had never been fond of them, though she had attended them all for sake of appearances. Now she was being thrown one as a welcome home celebration. With a subtle groan, she rolled her eyes, running a hand through still damp dark hair. Glancing up at the towers she pulled her ever present bandana off of the handle bars of her bike and wrapped it snugly around the lower half of her face. The bandana depicted the face of a snarling wolf, it's open gnashing jaws directly over her own mouth. The symbolism wasn't lost on the Pack for they all had their own bandana with the same image. It was sort of like their vests and jackets with the MC patches. With a hop and a jingle of chains, Mahigan straddled her own bike. A turn of the key and a flick of her right wrist and the Black Beauty purred to life. The moment she heard that throaty engine, the last piece of her own personal puzzle clicked into place and she felt complete, whole.

A part of her had the mind to flip the guards the bird, but the part of her that wanted to settle things down with the MC and their activities refrained from completing the gesture. She carefully walked the bike to the front of the group, taking her place beside Bo. The moment she was back in her spot, all was right with the world. She whistled through her teeth, the shrill sound cutting solidly through the rumble of bikes. It was the que, the signaled needed to inform everyone they were leaving. Immediately, her and Bo both took off out of the parking lot, ensuring that they didn't burn rubber just yet. Didn't want to give the 5-0 another reason to track them down and start trouble. They had enough in the past five years alone to last them a lifetime.

The freedom of the open road felt like heaven. The wind whipped her hair back, stinging her shoulders but she didn't care. She was free. Wolves did not like to be caged and for her to have given in, to not only cage herself, but her Beast did not bode well. No, her Beast was itching to be released, to be allowed to run. Working out in the prison courtyard had only curbed the urge. Running the track had only tightened the leash. No, she needed the woods. She needed the Hunt. Tonight, perhaps the party would allow her such a release.
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