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Will you fight to save the world, or help to end it?
Death is permeating the atmosphere of Portland, Oregon. While it may be a rather peculiar place, it never has been more dangerous than it is right now. That goes especially for the things that already go bump in the night. The vicious and macabre acts of violence have been piling upon the desks of local law enforcement and flooding the headlines of newspapers, and both the normal and magical communities are in an uproar. While many humans are afraid to step outside, supernaturals wonder if various magical beings are to blame, and most fingers are being pointed toward Vampires and Were-creatures, since they have a penchant for such endeavors. Both sides, magical and otherwise, can feel a heaviness to the air, as if doom is slowly encroaching and swallowing them all whole.
Evil has come to play, and if you think it won't spread, think again.
“I have had twenty years to contemplate and plan. Twenty years of seclusion and isolation… For nothing! This fiery hatred burns within me; it singes my insides like a white hot claw against my heart. And for what? Suffering. Damnnation, even! Complete rejection of my former kinsman… I will not stand for this, warlock. You will speak no more riddles and speak quickly, before my patience runs thin."
The speaker’s voice was a husky growl as he allowed his eyes to lock upon the grin of the hooded warlock before him. This filth had invaded his ancestral hunting grounds; his own flesh and blood’s land. He would not tolerate this for any longer than custom dictated. He felt the seductive whisper of his gift pulsing through his blood, but he had to remain calm; deep breaths, Zacharias. This blight’s time would come soon. He knew it. The were combed his fingers through a head of shaggy blonde hair, and focused his rapidly narrowing emerald pupils at the interloper before him. He watched the hooded mage shake his head with a cluck of his wicked tongue, and clear his throat before brazenly throwing his hood down.
“Evidently, you do not know the likes of whom you are trifling with. I will save my breath; intellect is wasted on beastfolk such as yourself. I come to these lands offering you a bargain of sorts; assist me in obtaining the spirit of your ancestor, and you will taste immortality.” Piercing eyes met the were’s dilated emeralds, and the warlock took yet another step forward.
“Stand against me, and I will lay your people to ruin and hang their corpses from your so called ancestral hunting grounds, vermin. Stand with me, and their lives as well as your own may yet be spared.”
Zacharias stood in patient contemplation for a brief instant, then furiously snapped his head back and fourth. He knew his duty; the guardian of the Allknowing had no simple task, and to throw it away without reason seemed... Completely heinous in the eyes of his kinsman. Though if he did not, his family and friends lives were essentially forfeit. If he stood alongside this fearsome creature, he may just be able to turn the tides of this conflict in his favor. The pride would be very pleased for his actions, and may even reward him by restoring his status as alpha. He whipped his matted golden mane out of his field of vision, and eyed the stranger curiously. If what he said was true, immortality and raw power was within his grasp. As his grandfather once told him, sacrifices sometimes had to be made for the good of the pride as a whole.
“I bow my knee to no outsider,” the man began in a threatening baritone. “Though I will assist you in this endeavor if you grant me power in return. I want no more of this conflict with my adversaries over these grounds; I want the authority to bring it to a halt, and secure my pride’s place in these woods.” The warlock plastered an ominous grin on his face at the were’s words, then wrung his hands together in concentration before snapping his fingers. A brief flash of red haziness suddenly consumed Zacharias’ vision, though when it cleared a familiar soul lay at this interloper’s mercy.
Deep gouges and burns coated most of the battered were’s body, but her brilliant amber eyes lit up at the sight of Zacharias. She moved to speak, though was yanked up to her feet by her curled black follicles of braided hair. The warlock firmly pressed his palm to her forehead, then a deep maroon haze coiled around her form, squeezing and spinning around her until she was no longer visible even to the were’s keen sight. With an enraged roar, Zacharias pounced at the warlock, then began to shift rapidly in mid-air as the full moon bathed the clearing in it’s luminescent glow. The stranger rolled his eyes in annoyance, and rapidly straightened his left arm before the were made contact. A shimmering red circle appeared in his palm, then expanded before slamming the were into a nearby sycamore. Three more rings shot out of the warlock’s hand in a similar manner before they entangled themselves around Zacharias, then flipped him upside down and hung him above the writhing were-woman. The warlock tossed his hood back over his head, then clenched his fist tightly. The rings closed around Zacharias’s helpless form tighter, and he howled in agony as his ribs creaked and threatened to shatter. With a last clench of his white-knuckled fist, he released the spell and Zacharias fell to the ground in a heap. Seconds later, the bloody mist faded away from the previously injured woman to reveal perfectly healed wounds and an ominous glow behind her amber eyes.
“I will consider this your first warning. I do not warn lesser competent beings twice; just as a precaution, I’ll leave this little mistress behind to watch you. Play nice, children. You wouldn’t want to make your Allknowing angry with you.”
With that said, the warlock chuckled humorlessly and melted into the woodlands around the clearing.
Last edited by Manic; 10-17-2013 at 02:46 PM.
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