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Brother of Stone


Frere de Pierre

Posts: 46
Date: Nov 6, 2008
Hurt
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Caine had a lot of experience with pissing women off, but never had an evening gone quite so badly as this. As he rolled over in bed, letting his limbs stretch out and loosen from their wounds, he felt like someone had run over him with a truck. Back arched and he heard the column of his spine crack in protest with the movement.  The groan he gave afterwards sounded half pleasure half pain, and it was. The pain was enough for those first moment that he didn't register where he was. Blinking away the last vestiges of sleep he felt strange and lifted a hand to touch his eyes. The long golden lashes usually there had been burnt away in the fire and were just regrowing, short itching stubble growing from his eyelids.

Another groan as he felt that same itchy feeling all over his body. Skin tough where it had regenerated the night before, so it was slow moving for him to sit up on the edge of the bed. Slowly he gave a roll to his head and heard the responding cracks given by his vertebrae. Head rolling down he looked at the fabric of the tattered gold boxers he was wearing, fingers reached to grab the elastic waistband and pull it forward. Couldn't help a quick check of the inventory. Relieved to find everything in tact he finally pushed to his feet and immediately regretted it.

Pain burst through his skull in a wave and was only intensified when the phone beside the bed went off. Its shrill rang made him want to throw it through the window. Slumping back on the bed he let out a hiss of sound before grabbing the phone and picking it up.

"Yes, Aurora, je suise eveille."

He knew who it was. Not really rocket science so much as simply that there was only one or two who knew where he was, and only his sister would call and wake him up on such a morning. Caine knew that for his kind motion was the best cure for any injury, letting the skin loosen and regenerate, but he wanted simply to curl up against a hot body and let the day slip away. No such luck. With a soft moan and a pained squint of his eyes he held the phone about six inches from his ear and could still hear her voice.

"You're just jealous that after all these years it was another woman who got me to tournez-vous vers la pierre."

A low seductive chuckle edged the words in his silky rich French accent. Of course there were much more serious matters at the moment than jealousy or sibling rivalry, but he was being typically obtuse. While Aurora told him of her plan to take Marcus and go find Evie in London he listened, but most of it was filtering right back out again. When Aurora suggested that he do the same with Ash, Caine couldn't help but laugh. Amber eyes cut a glance at the closed door of the bedroom, a door that led out into the pack house where he'd taken refuge.

"Somehow I don't see that happening soeur douce. The Ulfric will do what he will do. I'd like to see you try to sling him over your shoulder and drag him my dear. I think that would be quite interesting."

Muscled shoulders rolled and he felt the flesh of his back loosening nicely. Calm as ever he acted like someone who didn't understand the danger to the island in that moment. It wasn't true, he understood better than most. He had seen into the mind of Pele just before the connection he and his sister had to the Earth was severed by her fire. He had felt the weight of her unthinking unfeeling rage, and he knew without a doubt that she would destroy the island if need be to cleanse it. The humans would never believe such a story, and who would be brave enough to try to stand before the cameras and tell them? There was no doubt in his mind that the humans on the island would be like sheep, nothing but fodder for this disaster. Yet, death didn't trouble him. At least it would mean a change.

"I will stay with the Ulfric as I am bonded to do. You do what you must soeur."

No love sonnets were spoken, or promises made. They were creatures for whom those things meant little. They would be together again after this, or they wouldn't. It was that simple, and in his mind at least not worth getting worked up about. After all, why get emotional about something you couldn't control. That was only something that humans did.
After hanging up the phone his fingers slowly released their hold, almost like a last lingering touch on his sisters soft snow white skin. Maybe somewhere through the line she would feel that delicate caress and know.

Turning to the door he would go in search of Ash. For clothes and food and perhaps to find out what the man had in mind next. Caine wouldn't be overly troubled to help assist the man, but it looked like he would be stuck to see this through to the end. He hoped that wherever Frost was, that she was booking a flight out of town, but something told him the ice queen was far too stubborn for that.


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Severance


Reina de la Morte

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Date: Nov 6, 2008
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Pain lacerated her heart and for a brief moment the necromancer felt herself slip and had to throw out a hand to catch herself at the front door of the pack house. Something unexpected had hit her like a ton of bricks, raw and dying it was. What was it?, well Severance couldn't be sure all she could rely on were feelings and those feelings within spoke of a unearthly need.

It was a puzzle and it didn't make sense, in a way it seemed as if mother nature herself was calling out for help, the need was so strong that it managed to bring moisture to the rolling tides of her eyes. Bowing her head she allowed the curtain of black silk that was her hair to cascade down upon her cheek. The hand that held to the front of the door eased down as she slid to her knees.
Taking a deep breath Sevvy tried to recollect herself but the pain in her heart only intensified. Every breath only aided the pressure of the vise.

As if she didn't already have a lot on her plate?, the week had been spent communing and shedding blood for the undead as well as worldly departed. Ash had asked her to try to find some answers and of course she did but things that she didn't wish to say out loud...at least not at the moment.  Sitting back on her knees she gave her shoulder a shrug in order to ease the back pack off then placed her fingers to her mouth and blew out a whistle toward the direction in which she knew Seven would be.

If the crow didn't come within the next few seconds then he was on his own for the day because there were two things she needed and one of those didn't involve hanging out by the door all day.

His answering call never came so feeling some what defeated she took hold of the door handle and brought herself back to her feet. Her usual zombie wearing black get up which consisted of hip hugging black jeans and tank top had seen better days. It looked as if she had been out fighting with a hungry crazed beast, torn in multiple places that the worn fabric now represented what looked to be a skirt instead of what it had originally started out as.

Beast part true to some degree yes. But minus one beast and add three flesh eating zombies and we have the start of her hellish night. It had been a nightmare the way they rose out and surrounded her and if not for the true belief in her own power she would have been dead. The flesh eaters had only been able to creep up on her because of the drain in her powers due to over extending it to the ghosts. It was not your typical animator that brought them up from their earthly graves she'd bet money on that, the power even greater then that of a voodoo priestess and in the end it all continued to point to the end of Paradise.

One hand came up to take possession of the door knob whiles the other brushed gentle finger tips over her closed lids in order to wipe away the gathered tears of frustration. Oh how she wished she could cry perhaps that would help in easing the tension of her body. However there was to much to do and so little time, shaking her head she eased inside  and was half way to the kitchen when she felt the pain to her right shoulder. Teeth met with that fuller bottom lip of hers as she debated the best course of action for the bite. It was going to hurt like hell no matter what she used to clean it but she needed to do so without further delay.  She headed into the kitchen and fumbled with a few drawers until she found a dish towel and once she had that in hand she moved to the liquor cabinet to pull a bottle of Vodka.

Once those materials were gathered she headed back over to stand before the kitchen sink, a look was given to the hall way on her left before she then grabbed the ends of her torn shirt and pulled brining it up and over her head leaving her now in a strapless black bra. Black silken curls were gathered and pulled forward to rest on her left shoulder with one hand whiles she pressed her rear back against the front of the sink.

Her other hand moved back to the bottle of Vodka, she held it for a second then allowed her fingers to twist the lid off.  The bottle was brought up and granted a kiss of her lips when she took a drink mentally preparing herself. Bottle touched to her shoulder and she was in the process of tipping it backward when she caught sight of Cain strolling through the house in torn gold boxers. A blink or two was given as she tried to adjust her eyes, surely she was seeing things?. No way she would be fantasying about the male who's reputation no doubt proceeded him.

Maybe she lost more blood then she had thought?. Soft words escaped her mouth..."Nice"... yet by the looks of him something had happened. A tilt of her head had her continuing to watch him and of course it had been her down fall because the bottle slid and instead of spilling just a little over the wound she lost half the contents.

A hiss followed by a string of words eluded her as the alcohol soaked the wound on her shoulder, she turned her back toward the direction in which she had seen Cain hoping he didn't notice her staring or her little blunder with the spilt Vodka. She wished to ask him why he was here and if he knew where Ash was, then again perhaps she didn't want to know what he was doing here in his current state of dress. For all she knew he liked it rough and could have been upstairs lifting a few skirts and if that was the case she didn't want to know.

Her lips then parted in a question for him, wether he heard her or not who knows?...As of yet they didn't know each other on a formal or personal basis but his name she knew because of his scandalous reputation. Towel was held to her chest while she leaned a hip against the counter waiting for the pain to subside.

" What happened Cain?."


-- Edited by Severance at 20:05, 2008-11-06

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Frere de Pierre

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Date: Nov 25, 2008
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He had seen her before, this woman in the kitchen. A brief encounter in a graveyard. There was a certain mystic quality to the woman, and although things were about as dire as they could become his interest was piqued. Not that it took much for him. A flash of skin, a smile on a womans face, the swell of her body....these things were really all it took to catch his very fragmented attention span. As he moved towards her his face was set in a soft smile, but the light glittering in his jewel bright amber eyes was anything but gentlemanly.

Reaching for her he wrapped his fingers around her arm at the wrist where blood and vodka washed across her skin. Lifting her arm he lowered his head to run the velvet softness of his tongue across the wound. All the while his eyes remained raised, like a lion drinking in the Savannah, on the alert for prey. Watching her expression as he drew in the essence of her. The vodka stung at him but the richness of her coppery blood made his body respond, that pheremone heated scent on the air around him.

"You taste of death magic cherie."

It had been a bold move, that taste of her, especially here in the Ulfrics home. But he had little in the way of morals to stop him from whatever actions he decided on. Letting his fingers slowly slip away from her arm he straightened and reached for the dishtowel on the counter, using it to wrap her arm carefully and as he did so he dropped his gaze, letting her free from that confident gaze. Around them he could feel the energy of the wolves where they gathered.

"You had best go see to your clan."

He hadn't avoided her question, he would merely allow it to be answered by the pack who was gathering to leave the islands. Caine would be staying, until the Ulfric left or was dead. A miserable happnstance, but nothing he could control. As he turned again to continue on his search he didn't look back.



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