|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 9:28 pm
Alastar was gasping for air compulsively by the time he reached the manor. Although he had not heard any footsteps (or pawsteps) behind him, he had felt a certain sense of urgency the entire way back to his home. Perhaps he was running from the invisible manifestation of his decision, or maybe it was anxiety that overflowed his decayed heart, propelling him into the night with such speed. In either case he was exhausted and hungry. Hopefully one of the servants would be around to fulfill his needs- although he should probably wait until after he was beaten senseless to feed.
It was a good thing, in all actuality, that the others were out. He would have preferred that Kassandra not been privy to his plans before he had laid them out, but these were unanticipated circumstances. He had never, in his musings, imagined such an easy target right before his eyes before he had even broached the subject with his twin and leader. Alastar could have waited- but then the chance would be gone and they might be forced on the defensive come the change of moon with no advantage. Life was a waiting game, but it was also about seizing the moment. He had seized. Now it was seizing back. At least his relatives weren't just inside or at the door to bear witness to what he had done. There was still a chance for him to redeem himself with his silver tongue and make sure that the guest was situated.
Speaking of the guest...
He grunted as he held her in one arm, shifting the wait for a fraction of a second as he opened the front door, stepped in, and closed it behind him. Had he gone too far? Perhaps she was an enemy and arguably an animal, but wasn't he a monster too for acting in such a way? Marco would consider it a cheap, dishonorable ploy. If only Machiavelli were around to assauge his doubts. This was the only he way, he reminded himself, that things could change. There had to be a change in tactics, not a constant repeat of the struggle over the decades. Perhaps it would backfire, but mayhaps they would reach some sort of victory or agreement.
Juliet used to say something about, "choosing the demon you know over the one you don't know." In this case he was pushed into desperation by the one he knew, flying in the face of danger for the one he didn't know. Maybe it wasn't a demon- maybe it was a deva, a seraphim, a celestial. This was his hope. The cradled hostage in his arms was the hope that something could be changed and that the war wasn't fated to be head-on collisions of claws and fangs for centuries to come.
He was tired. Shuffling in and looking around once, he slid his arm back under Tasha and held her more comfortably again. Where in the blazes would he put her anyway? His room? It was the only place that occurred to him he could people out of until he was ready to reveal his 'sin.' If Rourke came to a room that was mysteriously locked for no apparent reason, there was no doubt in his mind he'd be suspicious. No, his room would have to do. It was a shame there wasn't time to tidy it up- the werewolf would just have to deal with her place of captivity as it was now.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 09, 2008 11:13 pm
It was fortunate, in a way, that she had collided with the wall that was Daniel. Had she run into a member of the general population who was ignorant of the existence of magic, the Merlin (and perhaps some of the wizards' who presence she just left) would have to clean up her mess. Of the remaining choices, werewolf, vampire, or hunter, the latter was probably the safest. Perhaps the same magic that resonated through her was giving her some sort of enigmatic arcane guidance. It would, after all, explain how she had gotten so far along in life without suffering from some horribly catastrophe of her own doing.
Devin didn't perceive the crash quite so well. She had slammed into Daniel at top speed- and while this hardly made a difference to his stability, it certainly affected her. Tiny and lithe as her form was, it seemed to almost bounce off the hunter with the same force it had rammed with, sending her to the sidewalk and on her back with a sickening thud. Water had surged out of her hands with the impact, splashing everywhere before ceasing completely. Most of the liquid flew back on her, but Daniel and the ground had gotten their fair share as well.
So there lay the exposed wizard. Her head barely seemed functional on a normal day to day basis, but now it was more incoherent and unintelligible, even to her. Dazed and confused, she tilted her head as she lay sprawled on the sidewalk, select portions of her soaked. Nothing permeated the thick skull except two thoughts, the first of which that her head hurt. The second was uttered with all the grace, style, and dignity that Devin could typically muster.
"Puppy?" While Daniel contemplated the fact he might have gotten the most retarded wizard to ever grace the wide earth prone in front of his feet, Devin sneezed and started to writhe in what one could only guess was an attempt to get up. She wasn't afraid to take the offered hand- she just didn't seem to notice it, far too distracted looking for the source of the sound. Ordinarily, Devin was not quite so dense- she knew what a werewolf was and that it was dangerous.
That was, of course, before she hit the pavement with concussive force. Well, at least she was rather helpless at the moment to get herself into any further harm... at the moment.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 1:52 pm
Daniel took back his outstretched hand as he watched the wizard practically roll around on the sidewalk in what seemed like an attempt to get up. Either he hadn't seen his offer, or wizards were over-precautious. He sighed partially for the fact that this wizard was so helpless, and partially for the fact that it was his fault that he was in this position in the first place. Closing the distance between them with two strong strides, Daniel grabbed the fabric covering the boy's shoulder and easily pulled him up to his feet. It was the least he could do after he literally plowed him to the ground.
'Puppy?' he repeated the wizard's word in his mind critically, knowing full well that werewolves were nothing like those little cuddly animals the boy spoke of. "I'd hardly call it that," he mumbled his understatement sarcastically, "..But, you sort've have the right idea." As he watched the boy look around for the source of the howl, he began to worry that the impact of the wizard's head hitting the sidewalk did some sort of mental damage. He remembered something similar happen in a movie; the main character had amnesia. That was the last time he tried going to the theater to change his normal routine. It was a horrible film.
The programmed hunter in the back of his head told him that the boy was alright, and it was time for him to go and finish his job. Reaching behind him, Daniel pulled the sword out of the container slung behind his shoulder. With an empty stare he attempted to share with the boy as a goodbye, he turned to leave, but his feet weren't moving as fast as before, as if his legs wanted him to turn back.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 12:50 am
This is no white cross, it seems we're out of class..."I guess you're right," Malcolm sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. She was right, they did have someone else to be concerned about. Besides, there wouldn't be anything to impinge on their duties as patrol officers until it sounded serious. Their only concern was about possible human involvement, so they were not to interfere, no matter how serious it sounded on the wolf's end.
"Like I said before, you wanna go after Devin, you go ahead. I'd take up the job of Warden first." He was pretty adamant about that, from the first (and last) time he chased the somewhat crazy wizard. They'd ended up on the other side of town with Malcolm's talisman broken and Devin sobbing about something or other with a dark cloud hanging over his head. Still, he couldn't get that howl out of his head. It sounded really desperate. His final decision was to wait and see if he heard more howling. If so, he'd be going to check it out, and hopefully convince Melanie to come along and drop the kid at home. Of course, the hope was that things wouldn't come to that, but there was this feeling like an itch at the back of his mind...We all are fragile, like statues made of sand...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2008 10:41 pm
If Daniel thought he could leave Devin so guilt-free, he was sadly mistaken. That was not to say that Devin was doing, or was about to do anything, to try to manipulate the hunter into feeling pity or mercy and staying his course to offer assistance. The wizard was just a horrible mess all on her own, a somewhat helpless and hopeless idiot savant in her own right. Any heart string she pulled was unintentional- which was likely the reason that no one had murdered her in her sleep out of frustration and anger.
Devin whimpered as he pulled her up.It wasn't a response to the comment , his demeanor, or the howl. She wasn't angry or disappointed by the fact he was more interested in getting to the werewolf than helping her. Devin was devoid of any expectations of people- when she wasn't absorbed in her own world, she was generally trusting, forgiving, and optimistic. The utterance was made in response to less-than-gentle lift- and it sounded rather feminine at that, short as the sound was.
Now she was standing, although a bit wobbly in her confusion. It had not totally escaped her that he was displaying more strength than a normal man.Unfortunately, both her head and back throbbed- and while neither had suffered any real substantial damage, she didn't really have any pain tolerance. The bruises and bump were definitely enough to whine about if a stubbed toe or smushed finger were. Additionally, the portions of her that had gotten damp by her handling of water magic had now chilled in the night air, sending goosebumps from the tips of her fingers to the base of her heels. Really, truly, honestly.... tonight was not her night.
If that was the extent of her interaction with Daniel, things might have gone well according to the wizard. The previous display of water could be written off as an accident- but the next most certainly could not. The air around them grew thick and humid before it coalesced into a fine mist and then a thin veil of water. Had it laid on the ground the magic would have been subtle, but Devin had positioned it standing right side up, a slender wall between the hunter and the direction of the howl. This was flagrant, something that the Merlin would scold and a normal person might have a small coronary at the sight of. Still, it was sustained with Devin's uncanny and intuitive grasp of the aquatic arcane.
"Bad," she said enigmatically. "You hurt." Clearly there were some important nouns, verbs, and prepositions missing to make her coherent, but the general idea remained. She had regained enough presence of mind to know that the sound was something that could harm Daniel and she didn't want him to go towards it. No doubt the man would hardly share the sentiment, but Devin had no idea who or what he was. It would likely take several actions and/or explanations before it would be remembered anyway.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 14, 2008 4:02 am
The wind on her face suddenly stopped. Tasha's face was clearly crestfallen. She opened her mouth to start verbally complaining to the man carrying her, and got a mouth full of something nasty. She started gagging again. She rolled her head to look around to find what made her gag, then her face screwed up with confusion.
This wasn't her house. ((Why she thought she was going to her house in the first place was beyond her.)) And nothing was familiar. Her currently messed up mind scrambled, trying to find a plausible explanation for all of this.
"Oh my god, I'm being kidnapped!" She squeaked, actually clinging closer to her kidnapper. She may not have been as high as the sky anymore, but reality was still a bit far out of grasp. The werewolf squeaked again, then started whimpering.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
|
Posted: Thu Oct 16, 2008 9:39 pm
Alette's smile stayed in place, her expression one of frozen, but polite, cheer. The only reaction she gave to Kassandra's statement, and the meaning behind it, was a subtle twitch of one thin eyebrow. Things were stressful enough. There was no need for any additional problems that certain reactions might trigger. Kassandra had done nothing wrong, after all. It was just her worrying about other issues that had put her on edge. Whether it was entirely true or not, she decided to believe it for the sake of her own internal peace.
Once Kassandra was out of sight - and moving quickly enough that she would also soon be out of hearing range - Alette let out a tiny, frustrated sigh. Movement caught her attention out of the corner of her eye and she looked up to see her husband turning toward her, his face twisted into an immensely amused grin. It was a wonder that his face didn't break with how widely he was smiling, and it only got wider when he started teasing her. Alette blinked twice and smiled, with only the tiniest hint of deviousness showing through. "What was what about? I didn't say anything." Her mood brightened somewhat when he kissed her on the hand again before tugging her along with him as they left the area.
Her laugh was cut off sharply the instant the howl split the air. Alette froze where she stood. Rourke had reacted in the same way at the same moment she had. Both knew what this meant. There was no mistaking that it had been a Werewolf who had let out that cry. There was trouble, and there was no doubt that one of their own was involved. There would have been no need for the howl if that wasn't the case.
Swallowing a curse of her own, Alette took off after her husband. She caught the scent of several wolves moving toward the same spot as they were, but she didn't falter. Though she desperately hoped that it wouldn't come to a fight, she began to mentally prepare herself for one. It wasn't their night yet. Her Family wasn't at full strength. If it came to it, would the two of them be able to win? The thought of the loss of any one of her Family members was painful, but losing Rourke would be worse. Please, don't let there be a fight. Not tonight.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 17, 2008 2:59 pm
With everyone gone and bills taken care of, Alyssa tossed her white apron at a hook on the wall. If she'd had a purse with her, she would have gotten it from the closet in the back. But purses were impractical for a Werewolf. First of all, there was no need for her to carry any sort of identification since she neither drove nor drank alcohol. She had a cell phone, but that was back in her room at the house. And everything else was just unnecessary. The pockets of her uniform skirt were all she needed. All she had to take back with her was her tips, anyway. Between what the Pack had given her and what the other customers had tipped, she'd gotten about fourty or fifty dollars in tips. Not bad, for just a few hours work.
"Gotta go, guys. See ya tomorrow." A few "laters," "see-ya's," and incoherents grunts were their responses. The other employees had mostly gotten used to the fact that she ducked out early, though they never quite managed to attribute it to any certain time of month. Good for them. And anyway, they were too grumpy that she always seemed to get away with it scotch free. In all honesty, it surprised her a little bit, too. Sure, it was rare for anyone to get fired unless they did something really, really serious. Like go crazy and try to burn the building down, for example. That had happened only once, but it wasn't so much an employee who did it as a someone who had wanted to be an employee but was turned down. That had been an interesting night. It would have been even more interesting if the Pack had been there at the time. Can we say a**-whooping?
It wasn't fifteen seconds after she got out of the door that Alyssa heard the howl, which was broken off as quickly as it had started. She stopped mid-step, startled, her eyes wide and her lips parted just slightly. If she had been in her wolf form at the time, her ears would have pricked. As it was, she wished that she had four legs. It would let her move faster. The rate at which she was running toward the sound would make a gold medal winning Olympic runner jealous, but it felt like one of those dreams where you could never run fast enough, no matter how hard you tried. If she went wolf, she'd be able to move at a much more satisfactory speed, but it was also an extremely bad idea. There were people around and they were staring enough as it was. The last thing she needed was to morph into an animal in front of everyone and give them all reason to check themselves into the nearest loony bin. Definately not a good idea.
They had known that something was coming, but she doubted that any one had suspected that it would be coming this soon. The New Moon wasn't for several days, after all. But this wasn't the thing to worry about now. Not even close. The thing to worry about was the Werewolf who had cried out for help. Alyssa knew that howl, too, and the others in the Pack would recognise it just as easily. It belonged to Tasha, another Subordinate. The Pack was like family. Tasha was practically her sister. They had to save her.
|
|
|
|
|
|
Kitty_Katastrophe Captain
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Oct 19, 2008 10:12 pm
"Yes, you are," Alastar replied quietly, his visage washing over with concern as he glanced down momentarily. The drugs had been a rushed choice and while he did not totally regret that he used them (they were needed, after all), he did worry about their effects. It was a necessary evil so to speak. Hopefully there would be no lingering damage to weigh down his conscience. Enemy or not, he didn't care for the idea of prolonged suffering. Her captivity, although she had no reason to believe so, would be as pleasant as he could afford.
As she clung to him he glided through the house, quickly making his way towards his room. He strode with confidence, unafraid of being caught- he knew that the people of concern were still out and he had time to 'hide' his hostage. The knob was twisted and the door kicked open loudly and dramatically to his room, blasting through the eerie silence of the manor. Grinning devilishly to himself, he thrust it close with the same amount of force, the bang echoing through the empty space beyond. Ah, the small joys he was allowed when he was (relatively) alone.
"Home sweet home!" The room was almost certainly not what she expected. A giant four-poster bed dominated the center of the room, and although dressed lavishly with expensive fabrics, it looked hardly used. A large armoire, dresser, nightstand, desk, chair, and bookcase also helped fill the room, each carved out of rich, dark woods. They were clearly not part of a set or matching, but they certainly weren't cheap and thrown together due to lack of money. Alastar just happened to like things slightly mismatched The surprising part was the rest of the room. Fairy tale books, comic books, and fiction lined the shelves of the costly bookcase, crammed full of fantastical stories that did not at all reflect the modern day. History tomes were crammed together on the bottom and protected by a glass cover that was covered with dust, obviously neglected. Bits of clothing were thrown on various parts of furniture (but not the floor)- from a fetish leather belt to a top hat and a princely jacket to a spandex superhero shirt. To top of this strange conglomeration were Disney posters interspersed with ones from whimsical movies. On one wall was a vintage, framed Sleeping Beauty poster with Aurora dancing and on another was one from Legend beside Star Wars.
Clearly her captor was well-grounded in reality.
No touch of the supposed blood-thirsty nature of the vampire was apparent. There was no large collection of weaponry befitting a weathered general or a map of the city with strategies drawn across it in ragged Sharpie lines and highlighter. In these strange surroundings she was set on the bed, held down there with one hand as another fished in the nightstand. Where were they? Ah, there! Pulling out what looked like a lady's handkerchief and handcuffs, he pressed the cloth around Tasha's wrist before he closed one side of the cuffs on.
They were made for a werewolf and he had gotten many a strange look giving the specifications. It was not pure silver but a silver alloy, enough to weaken the werewolf to the point it would be more difficult to fight back but not enough that it would cause injury if put on with a fabric barrier. " Now, would you like to get comfortable before I close the other side of these handcuffs?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Oct 21, 2008 3:47 pm
The small dose of drugs was slowly allowing her vision or reality to return. Or was it? A dancing princess on the, princely cloths strewn everywhere, and the fact she was being hand cuffed on a bed, which somehow made her feel weak. This was one hell of a trip
"What the heck's going on?" She mumbled, reclaiming some of her sane mind. She wanted very much to rub her temples, but her hands were, in the literal sense of the word, a little tied up. She panicked about then, any trace that she was still drugged up was finely concealed. She should be able to easily break out of this light hold she had her in, not quite figuring out where this weakening was coming from.
It wasn't a trip. She was really in a vampire's room. The stench was over powering. A vampire who had a tad strange obsession with Disney. That right there subtracted major points of her opinion of this bloodsucker. Which made her feel absolutly horrible for allowing herself to be kidnapped by him. And had yet to get a clear view of his face, so she couldn't have been able to tell it was the general (or the master, its not like she knew what told them apart) that was holding her wrists about to close the other side of the cuffs.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 3:05 pm
"Suit yourself," he shrugged at her lack of definitive answer whether or not she was comfortable yet. He pulled the open end of the cuffs to the bedpost at the head of the bed and closed it, pocketing the key. She was allowed a large range of movement, so he gave her a wide berth as he started to poke around his desk, obviously looking for a particular item of interest.
"I thought it was obvious and you just exclaimed it yourself a moment ago- you've been kidnapped," he replied, nodding towards her restraints. Her left arm and legs here unbound, but her right arm was firmly handcuffed to the bed. It would provide a problem when she had to use the bathroom, but for now it was generous gift in at least his opinion. There was no one to stop him from tying her up with silver, gagging her, and stuffing her in a closet. That was probably what a werewolf would expect of a vampire, though.
"While I am sure you feel my intentions are less than honorable, I give you my word I will not be untoward if you need to sleep. I don't sleep myself, so you can rest without fear of me joining you- and I have a boyfriend and girlfriend to handle my other needs." Where was that blasted thing? One drawer was closed loudly and another yanked open in frustration. Alastar, despite being hundreds of years old, didn't always exhibit perfect organization. All his comics and books had been carefully arranged, but he was simply lost and confused as to where he misplaced the other werewolf restraint he had ordered in secret. If Rourke were present, he might try to instill in his twin a better set of priorities.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 6:33 pm
The werewolf might have come up with a snappy retort if she wasn't so busy being confused. This wasn't at all what they were taught in the pack. Vampires were supposed to be bloodthirsty creatures, for crying out loud! Nothing made sense anymore, and it was highly disorienting.
"Of course I know I'm being kidnapped, nimrod, I'm asking why?" Tasha spat, resorting to name calling instead of snappy come-backs.
Despite herself, she was somewhat interested in what he had to say. Obviously he was working outside normal standards, even seemed to be composing himself fairly well for this. And whatever this bloodsucker was looking for? Well, she'd be weary of it, whatever it was. Just because this caught her slightest bit of attention didn't mean she'd let her guard down.
At the same time, she was trying to plan her escape. Judging by the state of the room, it was his. Or at least someone's. He wouldn't like this dog marking her territory in their living space... But that's as far as her little plan had gotten.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 5:33 pm
Kassandra soon was right in front of Rourke and she skidded to a stop. She hid her dread as she placed a what she hoped was an innocent smile on her face. She'd expected them to hear the howl of course, she was certain there wasn't anyone who hadn't. Still, this put a dent in her plan. Would she be quick enough to explain and get away to trail Alastar?
No doubt he'd gotten pretty far with the werewolf now. She didn't even know where he was headed. Well, she had her suspicions, but she hoped she was wrong. Would he really bring that dog home with him? Surely he knew he would be questioned from his brother if the werewolf was there when the Master and Mistress went home.
Shaking away her thoughts mentally Kassandra held her smile. "Rourke, Alette!" Kassandra greeted both with only slight formality. She was in too much of a hurry to worry about such things as being polite enough. "Didn't you two plan to have dinner? Have you eaten so soon?"
Kassandra made her voice as normal and innocent as possible. Nothing could be suspicious right now. There was too little time to waste. "I'm sorry to say I haven't caught up with Alastar quite yet. No need to worry though; I'll find him quickly, and then we can go on to the movie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Oct 23, 2008 7:09 pm
Marco couldn't follow the scent by himself or esle he face certain death once he wandered into the vampire territory without back-up. No, he had to seek out William first before he did anything esle. It was risky since he didn't know the intentions of the vampires to one of their own but he guessed it wouldn't be nice. Changing his course in the midst of his run, Marco sped off towards the newly occuried scent that was now William. If he followed this he would certainly run into him sooner or later. All he had to do was get within range of William's nose for him to know that Marco was seeking him out. Hopefully he would have a plan in order to save Tasha without having her get harmed or anyone esle getting harmed as well. He was ready to fight if he had to, actually he was more then ready to fight now knowing that Alastar was the one who kidnap Tasha. She was strong but Alastar was unpredictable most of the time which made him far more dangerious then any other vampire he had face in the past. "Lay one hand on her and I'll be sure to sink my teeth into your belly," he thought angerly, following after William.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 9:31 pm
Daniel had his eyes closed as his legs walked unwillingly towards the scene of the howl. For some reason the thoughts going through his mind had nothing to do with his plan for exterminating the werewolf, even though it was his sole purpose for coming out into the city in the first place. Instead, his mind kept returning to the image of the boy squirming around helplessly. Actually, when he thought it over, the boy had made a rather feminine noise as he had lifted him up. The thought faded, for as soon as he opened his eyes, Daniel felt the humidity increasing, watching skeptically as a wall of water separated him from the place he needed to go. Daniel would’ve just walked right through it, but he was unsure if it was only water. What with a wizard and all, the water could be mixed with some other charm that would harm him, or even electricity. Sadly, he didn’t know of the boy’s fear of said ability, so he turned fully around, giving the figure, who was seemingly male, a cautioned glance.
As the boy spoke, Daniel closed his eyes and tried to filter his words before speaking. “I won’t get hurt,” he said lowly, empty gray eyes staring at the clumsy male. “I’m a hunter. I kill werewolves for a living. So if you would stop using your magic and let me pass,” he said gesturing to the wall of liquid with his head.
For some reason, Daniel had a feeling that the wizard wasn’t about to comprehend his words and oblige. What was he going to do? There was no way he’d catch up to the werewolf at this rate. He’d have to take action; the only question was, what kind of action?
The hunter’s strides were long and quick once more, as if his legs were happy that he was re-approaching the wizard. Once he was close, he bent a bit to reach the boy’s level; his face, which his brown hair was hanging into, mere inches from the unsteady figure’s before him. “Look,” he said, his tone sharp, “I have somewhere to go, and if you stand in my way…” he began, but his throat closed his sentence too soon, and he found himself backing a step away from the boy. “Never mind,” his voice was a mere murmur, and one skilled hand grabbed the wizard’s wrist and tugged him easily towards the direction of the howl. Resisting Daniel’s grasp would’ve been pointless, and even though his grip was loose around the wizard’s wrist, such a frail boy would find it difficult to escape.
As they neared the wall that was a production from the small wizard, Daniel sighed, pulling the boy in front of him. “You go through first, or take it down,” he instructed, the sword that was still gleaming in his hand only there for a threatening effect. Of course, Daniel would never think of harming the boy; only in times of emergency had he ever harmed a being not specified as a were-beast.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
