Post by anirel on May 11, 2013 21:41:50 GMT -5
It all began with a glance. Her jade eyes caught his gaze and for a moment she froze. She was kinfolk, but she could see primal lust and rage in his eyes. She swallowed hard as she saw his fanged grin turn wicked, his nose catching her scent. Gaia help me, she thought before turning to run for her life.
The bloodthirsty Dancer chuckled to himself as the young woman ran. The fear in her scent was like a heady perfume, thick in his nose and sweet like a fine wine. The chase would be quick; the kinfolk woman was no match for him, even in his glabro form. He gave her a head start, letting his arousal build with the anticipation of the chase. Then, like a coiled spring, he shot after her.
She survived. He was not kind, or gentle. The dancer took a sick satisfaction in her screams of pain as he violated her. When the attack ended, and the pack began to regroup, she knew Gaia had spared her for a reason. It wasn't until a month later that she discovered exactly what the reason was.
~~~
His troubles started with that one simple word. "Tainted," he had heard his uncle say. "The boy, his father was a Dark Spiral Dancer, wasn't he Millie?" The young boy could hear his mother's 'shh' without seeing the finger pressed to her lips, trying to silence the older man. His face wrinkled in confusion. Black Spiral Dancer? I thought dad died when I was a baby... There was a light growl from his uncle. "You haven't told him, have you."
His mother sighed softly. "No. He's too young to know, John. I don't want his past to dictate his future."
"Well, the alpha is talking to the others. The Garou are worried, Mil." He let out an exasperated breath as he ran his hands through his hair. "He's half-blood. Tainted."
Ryan ran from his hiding place in the doorway, the young boy of 11 stopping only to flop onto his bed as the tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew enough about his pack to know that if the Alpha was upset, things were not going to go well. He'd been ushered away with the other pups whenever there was a challenge or discipline to be dealt out. He remembered the looks of the Garou that were defeated afterward. The silver moon glowed through his window, illuminating his face. As he looked outside, he could feel the presence of Gaia, their Mother, and he wiped his tears. "I will be good," he stated to the moon above. "I swear I will be a good man. I will not be like my father." As he closed his dark crimson eyes he whispered a silent prayer. Gaia, help me...
~~~
All it took was a touch. His finger brushed the tears from her cheeks as she gazed up into his dark red eyes. "I'm sorry Lia, but this is how it has to be. The tension is my fault, and I won't cause a rift in our pack." She shook her head as he spoke those words, a military duffel slung over his shoulder. Delia's hazel eyes blinked back tears as she frowned at the man who held her heart. "I don't care. You're not walking out on me, Ry." Her memories played like an old film reel in her head. She saw the first time she met him, Ryan Dariach, the one the other children ridiculed. The one the older Garou turned a snarl towards. She was only seven, the young man five years her elder, but seeing him hide the tears that mixed with the mud on his face, kneeling in the mud while the other Garou boys laughed and walked away, her heart connected to his. The memory of the times he taught her how to hunt frogs and field mice, watching as his eyes lit up with each pounce. The night of their first school dance, where tomboyish best friend quickly changed to sweet, lovely, innocent young woman. How their first kiss turned into heavy petting, and into Ryan's first shift.
She pressed her cheek into his hand, covering it with hers. Her gaze never left his, eyes filled with determination. "I love you. I always have, Ryan Dariach. I am yours and you are mine." She kissed his palm and heard the soft rumble in his chest, the familiar almost purr of his causing her to smile. "Gaia will guide us, as long as we are together."
~~~
All she heard was a shot. The world seemed to move in slow motion as she watched her father's lupus form leap into the air before her, and drop like a flat stone. There was a crack of thunder; the rifle shot echoing through the mountains and startling the big horn they had been hunting. As she shifted back to her homid form, Bryna let out a howling scream of anger. She saw the blood weeping from the wound, his fur matting as the stain grew darker. It wasn't until her mother pried her from his side that she realized he had gone from the world. That night, she honored her father's ways as her howls echoed into the dark of night, a mournful sound.
The days blurred together. She had been close to her father. An only child, and with no neighbors for miles, the two had bonded deeply. It was strange for her when strangers seemed to come to the house after the funeral, their scent laced with a familiar smell. She could tell her mother was uncomfortable with them, but she was the perfect image of courtesy.
Weeks later, her letter from UV came in the mail. She had discarded it on the table, having decided the day her father was buried that she would stay at home and care for her mother. Delia found the letter, the short and sturdy woman presenting it to her daughter, arms crossed over her chest. "And were you ever going to tell me about your acceptance letter?"
Bryna rolled her eyes, gruffing softly. "Mum, ya know I can't go. You need me here." She mimicked her mother's look, jade eyes meeting hazel. "Da woulda wanted me to keep you safe."
The older woman quirked a brow. Her eyes took on a hard look, causing her daughter to duck her head slightly in submission. "I'm sorry."
Delia nodded as she paced towards the window and back again. After a moment of silence, she seems to make up her mind about something. "You need to go, Bryn." She sat at the table beside her daughter, a gentle touch on her arm. "Your da was filled with such joy to know you were taking the path he couldn't. He wanted the best for you, Bryna Mae." She brushes her daughter's short hair to the side, smiling wistfully. "So, do you want to dishonor his memory by tucking tail and running? Or are you going to follow the path Gaia has given you and pursue your dreams?"
The next day Bryna Mae Dariach applied to the University of Vermont's school for Veterinary Medicine.
The bloodthirsty Dancer chuckled to himself as the young woman ran. The fear in her scent was like a heady perfume, thick in his nose and sweet like a fine wine. The chase would be quick; the kinfolk woman was no match for him, even in his glabro form. He gave her a head start, letting his arousal build with the anticipation of the chase. Then, like a coiled spring, he shot after her.
She survived. He was not kind, or gentle. The dancer took a sick satisfaction in her screams of pain as he violated her. When the attack ended, and the pack began to regroup, she knew Gaia had spared her for a reason. It wasn't until a month later that she discovered exactly what the reason was.
~~~
His troubles started with that one simple word. "Tainted," he had heard his uncle say. "The boy, his father was a Dark Spiral Dancer, wasn't he Millie?" The young boy could hear his mother's 'shh' without seeing the finger pressed to her lips, trying to silence the older man. His face wrinkled in confusion. Black Spiral Dancer? I thought dad died when I was a baby... There was a light growl from his uncle. "You haven't told him, have you."
His mother sighed softly. "No. He's too young to know, John. I don't want his past to dictate his future."
"Well, the alpha is talking to the others. The Garou are worried, Mil." He let out an exasperated breath as he ran his hands through his hair. "He's half-blood. Tainted."
Ryan ran from his hiding place in the doorway, the young boy of 11 stopping only to flop onto his bed as the tears streamed down his cheeks. He knew enough about his pack to know that if the Alpha was upset, things were not going to go well. He'd been ushered away with the other pups whenever there was a challenge or discipline to be dealt out. He remembered the looks of the Garou that were defeated afterward. The silver moon glowed through his window, illuminating his face. As he looked outside, he could feel the presence of Gaia, their Mother, and he wiped his tears. "I will be good," he stated to the moon above. "I swear I will be a good man. I will not be like my father." As he closed his dark crimson eyes he whispered a silent prayer. Gaia, help me...
~~~
All it took was a touch. His finger brushed the tears from her cheeks as she gazed up into his dark red eyes. "I'm sorry Lia, but this is how it has to be. The tension is my fault, and I won't cause a rift in our pack." She shook her head as he spoke those words, a military duffel slung over his shoulder. Delia's hazel eyes blinked back tears as she frowned at the man who held her heart. "I don't care. You're not walking out on me, Ry." Her memories played like an old film reel in her head. She saw the first time she met him, Ryan Dariach, the one the other children ridiculed. The one the older Garou turned a snarl towards. She was only seven, the young man five years her elder, but seeing him hide the tears that mixed with the mud on his face, kneeling in the mud while the other Garou boys laughed and walked away, her heart connected to his. The memory of the times he taught her how to hunt frogs and field mice, watching as his eyes lit up with each pounce. The night of their first school dance, where tomboyish best friend quickly changed to sweet, lovely, innocent young woman. How their first kiss turned into heavy petting, and into Ryan's first shift.
She pressed her cheek into his hand, covering it with hers. Her gaze never left his, eyes filled with determination. "I love you. I always have, Ryan Dariach. I am yours and you are mine." She kissed his palm and heard the soft rumble in his chest, the familiar almost purr of his causing her to smile. "Gaia will guide us, as long as we are together."
~~~
All she heard was a shot. The world seemed to move in slow motion as she watched her father's lupus form leap into the air before her, and drop like a flat stone. There was a crack of thunder; the rifle shot echoing through the mountains and startling the big horn they had been hunting. As she shifted back to her homid form, Bryna let out a howling scream of anger. She saw the blood weeping from the wound, his fur matting as the stain grew darker. It wasn't until her mother pried her from his side that she realized he had gone from the world. That night, she honored her father's ways as her howls echoed into the dark of night, a mournful sound.
The days blurred together. She had been close to her father. An only child, and with no neighbors for miles, the two had bonded deeply. It was strange for her when strangers seemed to come to the house after the funeral, their scent laced with a familiar smell. She could tell her mother was uncomfortable with them, but she was the perfect image of courtesy.
Weeks later, her letter from UV came in the mail. She had discarded it on the table, having decided the day her father was buried that she would stay at home and care for her mother. Delia found the letter, the short and sturdy woman presenting it to her daughter, arms crossed over her chest. "And were you ever going to tell me about your acceptance letter?"
Bryna rolled her eyes, gruffing softly. "Mum, ya know I can't go. You need me here." She mimicked her mother's look, jade eyes meeting hazel. "Da woulda wanted me to keep you safe."
The older woman quirked a brow. Her eyes took on a hard look, causing her daughter to duck her head slightly in submission. "I'm sorry."
Delia nodded as she paced towards the window and back again. After a moment of silence, she seems to make up her mind about something. "You need to go, Bryn." She sat at the table beside her daughter, a gentle touch on her arm. "Your da was filled with such joy to know you were taking the path he couldn't. He wanted the best for you, Bryna Mae." She brushes her daughter's short hair to the side, smiling wistfully. "So, do you want to dishonor his memory by tucking tail and running? Or are you going to follow the path Gaia has given you and pursue your dreams?"
The next day Bryna Mae Dariach applied to the University of Vermont's school for Veterinary Medicine.