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Apocaric
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Aun was such a beautiful place, with it's lush green forests, clean air and the smell of magic sizzling in the air. Yet it was too overwhelming with it's compassion and peace. These days there really was not much threat from the magi humans, as they really were few and far between. Most people lived their simple, happy, normal lives and went on with their business.
Changing from the most feared race to the race that they made and looked most down upon was a punch to the gut for Sasha. Then there was the fact that it was because of her father. With fresh emotions and no idea how to deal with them, Sasha had decided to run, and she did not stop running until she found herself lost in a forest that she did not know. For the past two years she learned her forest and stayed quiet in her nomadic existence, alone. Sasha rarely changed into her wolf forms because they were a constant reminder of her father's betrayal. It was still hard for her to stomach, because she would give anything to feel what it would be like to have someone at her side for that many years. She decided that she would never know, because her people now were so primal at times.
Sasha walked quietly through her little part of the forest and wished that things could be different for her. She wished that she had a chance, but she could wish all that she wanted to because it would never happen that way. Her father made her a creature filled with such emotion and insecurity and it was no wonder that the emotions were stripped from the human magi. They would never be able to survive through what they did. Sasha couldn't survive with her memories.
Shaking her head, Sasha tried to shake away the thoughts of her past and the emotions that came with them. As she sighed, she felt a prickle of magic shiver up her spine. Turning, ready for a fight, she saw nothing. Yet the feeling in her spine was still there and it was spreading. It spread like wildfire through her body and burned. Sasha collapsed onto the ground screaming holding herself as her body shook and burned. Everything started swirling in her vision for a few moments as she felt that she was being sucked through a straw.
Sasha felt her body slam into the ground so hard that she could not gather enough air in her lungs to scream or cry out from the pain or shock of it. Her eyes watered as she stayed immobile on the ground. When Sasha was finally able to get enough air for a solid breath she froze.
Something was wrong.
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Shae found he'd been getting bored lately. Well, not bored, as such, but he found himself in a rut. Go to a party, dance his brains out, drink a case and a half of someone else's beer, fuck someone senseless, wake up, wash, rinse, repeat. He was sort of fuzzy, as a matter of fact, on exactly where he'd heard that the werewolves had a portal from the Old World in the Canadian "moose grass," as they put it. For that matter, deciding to go was a bit fuzzy too. That said, he'd come.
Thus he found himself leaning against a tree playing Solitaire with illusory cards. There was nobody to fuck with out here in the middle of nowhere, and he was beginning to get bored. In fact, he was just about to leave for the nearest city when a girl fell out of the portal, shivering and disoriented. Or was the right term "woman?" That had always got by him.
Moment of musing done, he pushed off the tree and walked towards her in his typical unconcerned gait, stopping when he was right next to her and bent over her, studying her for just a moment; memorizing every detail he could see. A pretty one, she was. He reached into the empty cargo pocket of his fatigue pants and produced a small glass of whiskey. "'Ere now, lass," he said cheerily, offering the glass to her. "Yeh look laike ye could use a drink ta steady yer nerves."
Changing from the most feared race to the race that they made and looked most down upon was a punch to the gut for Sasha. Then there was the fact that it was because of her father. With fresh emotions and no idea how to deal with them, Sasha had decided to run, and she did not stop running until she found herself lost in a forest that she did not know. For the past two years she learned her forest and stayed quiet in her nomadic existence, alone. Sasha rarely changed into her wolf forms because they were a constant reminder of her father's betrayal. It was still hard for her to stomach, because she would give anything to feel what it would be like to have someone at her side for that many years. She decided that she would never know, because her people now were so primal at times.
Sasha walked quietly through her little part of the forest and wished that things could be different for her. She wished that she had a chance, but she could wish all that she wanted to because it would never happen that way. Her father made her a creature filled with such emotion and insecurity and it was no wonder that the emotions were stripped from the human magi. They would never be able to survive through what they did. Sasha couldn't survive with her memories.
Shaking her head, Sasha tried to shake away the thoughts of her past and the emotions that came with them. As she sighed, she felt a prickle of magic shiver up her spine. Turning, ready for a fight, she saw nothing. Yet the feeling in her spine was still there and it was spreading. It spread like wildfire through her body and burned. Sasha collapsed onto the ground screaming holding herself as her body shook and burned. Everything started swirling in her vision for a few moments as she felt that she was being sucked through a straw.
Sasha felt her body slam into the ground so hard that she could not gather enough air in her lungs to scream or cry out from the pain or shock of it. Her eyes watered as she stayed immobile on the ground. When Sasha was finally able to get enough air for a solid breath she froze.
Something was wrong.
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Shae found he'd been getting bored lately. Well, not bored, as such, but he found himself in a rut. Go to a party, dance his brains out, drink a case and a half of someone else's beer, fuck someone senseless, wake up, wash, rinse, repeat. He was sort of fuzzy, as a matter of fact, on exactly where he'd heard that the werewolves had a portal from the Old World in the Canadian "moose grass," as they put it. For that matter, deciding to go was a bit fuzzy too. That said, he'd come.
Thus he found himself leaning against a tree playing Solitaire with illusory cards. There was nobody to fuck with out here in the middle of nowhere, and he was beginning to get bored. In fact, he was just about to leave for the nearest city when a girl fell out of the portal, shivering and disoriented. Or was the right term "woman?" That had always got by him.
Moment of musing done, he pushed off the tree and walked towards her in his typical unconcerned gait, stopping when he was right next to her and bent over her, studying her for just a moment; memorizing every detail he could see. A pretty one, she was. He reached into the empty cargo pocket of his fatigue pants and produced a small glass of whiskey. "'Ere now, lass," he said cheerily, offering the glass to her. "Yeh look laike ye could use a drink ta steady yer nerves."