BunniesOfDoom

Project: Revival

Haha July babies for the win! Happy belated birthday!

Poor Lucian is just a hunk of meat right now lol

Project: Revival

Yeah my birthday was Friday and I had a whole weekend spent with the family. So it's been super busy trying to get things done but I should be good now

TNT - The Nameless Tavern. (Always Open)

((I was going to let people join in if they wanted to but I guess no one else will be joining. Oh well. Let's play!))

Julian Kar laid on his back, his eyes held closed tightly as he tried to gather his senses. His head a spinning like he was on a runaway carousel. He knew he had come to finally settle om the ground but the room just wouldn't sit still. It had been a good few years since he last hot his ass handed to him in such a way. He had definitely lost that fight and the female's affections. She was no bounty following the other male off to his roost.

When the barmaid called from behind the bar, did Julian finally open his fiery eyes of bright red and dancing oranges. He slowly held up his right hand, giving a weak thumbs up in response. "Yep, fine." He slowly started to push himself up into a seated position, a low groan escaping him as he did so, "just-" he looked around the tavern, "peachy," he muttered quietly as he looked from one person to another, noticing that none of them had any kind of feathers or that their clothes weren't silky and baggy.

"Uh," he said as he started to stand and held his hands up in a show of peace, "where am I?"

Project: Revival

As the storm overhead began to release it's rain down upon him, Lucian couldn't help but give a small laugh. He felt sticky to the touch. He wasn't sure how much of his own blood he had lost trying to get him and Aneira away from that lockup prison but judging by how absolutely delirious he was at this point, he figured it was probably way more than he ever should have. He imagined the only reason he was still alive right now was because that wound had closed almost completely and his heart was actually able to move his blood around properly. He still felt a fierce ache in his chest each time he took a deep breath, so he was afraid maybe something internal was still damaged. He really hoped it wasn't a lung but judging by the wheeze he heard each time he inhaled, he figured he probably wasn't far off. His skin was still very pale and though his heart rate had dropped from what it was, it was still pumping hard to get the little blood moving in his veins. If he had a damaged or collapsed lung, man that was going mean healing up was going to suck.

He allowed his head to loll to the side when Aneira appeared once more on the roof, too tired to actually make his head move like he would want it to. He best he had was letting gravity pull it in the direction he wanted to look. "Glad you're okay." He said in a breathy tone as the rain started to fall just a bit harder. It was about to really storm here in a moment. His clothes, or at least the pants he had on, were already wet and his chest was drenched from laying directly under the rain's path.

When she pulled him to his feet, he released a low groan of pain but didn't say anything more about it. He allowed his full body weight to crush down on her shoulder, barely finding the strength to even stand completely. "Sorry," he said was a small laugh before releasing a long spurt of coughs that rocked his body hard. "Shit, that hurt." he groaned as he let his head rest idly on the top of hers. He was just so exhausted. He wasn't sure where she was taking him or how he was going to get there with her but he let himself get dragged along, trying his best to keep his feet on the ground and provide at least some support.

Lucian was not a small guy. He wasn't small before the people snatched him up, experimented on him, and changed his life forever, but now he was even larger than before. The experiments took his chunky 6'2 frame and converted it to a lean 6'5 frame of pure muscle, even changing is dark brown hair to a stark white. With his wings out, he could easily come close to 300 pounds and now, not only were his wings out but he was drenched from head to toe. He was easily pushing 300 at that moment.

Knowing he had to be heavy, he stumbled but kept his feet under him in the process. He hoped he wouldn't be like this for too long. They still had some running to do.

Project: Revival

No you're good. I was just super busy last weekend

Wolf in City of Glass

When it comes to monster hunting, there is one name that almost everyone knows, Dorian Gray. Yes, that Dorian Gray. Though, her great-great-grandfather had perished a few decades ago, he had made sure that the legacy he began continued on. You see, when a mortal man is left to live out the life of an immortal, they learn a thing or two that most mortals don't get the chance to learn and what he learned disgusted him. Humans, despite what they wanted to believe, were the bottom of the food chain and were quite often food for the bigger, scarier things that go bump in the night. Vampire, werewolves, demons, and ghouls. It was all real. Witches and Fae, too, out there luring children to their demise so they could be eaten up like little snacks. Disgusting creatures, one and all. So, upon learning all these things existed, he took it upon himself to hunt them.

It was easy for Dorian to hunt them. He was immortal. As long as that blasted picture was tucked away and out of sight, it didn't matter how much people burned him, stabbed him, ripped his head off, he just kept coming back. Eventually, he began to learn ways that were more effective to killing the creatures. He kept logs, designed weapons, experimented. Eventually he began to gather a following of like minded people who joined him in hunting and learned the best ways to take out the monsters, and so the family business was begun.

The Gray's Men for Hire. You've got a problem? Well we have a solution! From demon possessions to ghost banishing, we cover it all. Monster harassing your town, call the Grays! We'll handle it before he can blink an eye. Gray's Men for Hire, call today!

It was quite the lucrative business. They had a monopoly on it, for the most part. There were smaller businesses that tried to cover small aspects of what they did but there was no other business that covered things as small as ghost hauntings to things as large as monster slayings and the great news, they didn't ever have to advertise once. Their name was what was whispered in the shadows when trouble came and it was kept in the family. Now it was Lucia, Lucy, Gray's turn, better know as Wings because she was the best damn pilot this family had ever seen.

When Wings got the call from her coordinator to tell her what was taking place in the hanger, well things took a change. Originally, Wings was going to go on this expedition but a few of her higher ups had talked her out of it. She wasn't ready. She knew she was still unstable, that was clear as she rode the elevator down to base level, her back up against the wall and her phone out as she skimmed through the phones of her and James on it. She was lost in her thoughts and took a moment to eventually notice the ding of the elevator to tell her they had arrived on their designated floor. It was only when the doors opened did Wings look up from her phone, her face locked in an expressionless mask while inside rage blazed behind those green eyes.

She straightened from the wall and stepped out of the elevator, tugging her arms behind her back in a parade rest. Hanger D6, she was told. So she took the short time to get to the proper hanger to gather herself and bring the rage down to a manageable level so she wouldn't end up ripping Alan's head off for this mess. She should have know the moment he heard the name Cerberus that he would have jumped at the chance to get his poisonous little hands on the mutt. Cerberus did not just elude James. He eluded all of them, time and time again and the bastard just wouldn't fucking die.

She stepped up the hanger and the pilot noticed her. “He's inside,” he said as he went about doing the checklist needed before take off. She gave him a nod before she stepped into the seating area. Her eyes fell on Alan sitting in the chair with his bag in his lap like the plane was going to take off any second. She took a deep sigh before she stepped up to the seat and leaned against it, her eyes remained locked on Alan. When he said he was going to go with them, she dragged a hand along her face with a groan.

“Charles is coming on this hunt, Alan. You know full well that the two of you-” she stopped when he gave her condolences for her loss, her lips tightening in a thin line. She gave a deep sigh as she ran her hand through her short blond hair. “Fine,” she groaned before started to dial a number on her phone. “I'm going to make some arrangements. No way I'm going to leave you and Charles in the same group alone without me.” She muttered to herself a little, “and maybe some help.”

Someone on the other line answered quickly and before they could say anything, she began talking. “Change of plans, I'll be coming on the hunt and get a hold of Heather. We'll need her as well.” Before the voice on the other side of the line could protest, she hung up and slid her phone in her pocket. She looked down at Alan with a bit of a frown before she crossed her arms and rested her hip on the chair's headrest. “Is that the seat you're going to take?”

Her phone lit up in her pocket and without looking at it, she silenced it. She knew who it was, most likely her mother telling her she needed to skip this hunt. She wasn't wrong. People in Wing's head space tended to rely more on emotions and logic when logic was the thing most needed to succeed, however, she really couldn't just leave those two alone in the small group. They'd probably end up killing each other before they even made it to Idaho.

The problem wasn't so much Alan, more Charles. He was a hotheaded and very expressive person who made it very clear that he didn't like what Alan did. Torture and slaughter, was what he called it. Charles was one of those people who joined to protect the human race but felt that the monsters deserved some kind of peace upon death. He hated what Alan did.

She sat down in the chair next to Alan right by the aisle. She leaned the chair back and kicked her feet up. Normally she wouldn't allow anyone to fly her to her hunts, ever but that gave a picture of just the type of mindset she was currently in. She didn't want the responsibility of flying them to their destination. She wanted that time to get ready mentally. They were going where James was last known to be, probably dead, to hunt the beast he was obsessed with. Her breath caught for a moment as she thought of her lost lover before she pushed through the lunch that was forming in her throat, refusing to allow herself to be seen as anything but prepared for this hunt. She even went as far as to painfully scrape her teeth along her tongue as she kept her eyes closed like she was trying to take a casual nap. She was in boss mode now. Bosses weren't allowed to suffer loss.

So there they remained until the others assigned to the hunt found their way there. Charles showed up next, his large duffle bag hung against his back. He was a large man, obviously someone who spent a lot of time in the gym. His arms were covered in tattoos and he wore military greens. His hair was cut short and he had a nasty scare that went across his forehead and curved along by his left eye. That was given to him before he joined they Grays, the reason he was honorably released from the military. He stepped into the plane, saw Lucy in the chair with her eyes closed and her arms behind her back and Alan in the chair next to her. His eyes narrowed on the man for a moment but he didn't dare make a sound before he took a seat across the aisle from Wings.

Heather came in next, speaking to another man as they approached. “Yeah, Wings called me in last second. Not sure what's going on but ya know, if Wings calls it in, it's serious.” They stepped into the plain and Heather stopped speaking, seeing the scene before them. She saw Charles sitting in his seat, playing on his phone, Lucy across the way from him, and Alan in the seat next to her. “Oh,” she said as she walked up and took a seat just in front of Charles, turning around to look at them like she was back in high school and they were all in the bus ready to go on a field trip. “That explains it then.”

Heather was someone you wouldn't expect to be a hunter. She was small looking with large breasts and wide hips. In this group, she looked like she would be the cheerleader but she was probably one of the more skilled hunters in the group. Her long brown hair was pulled back in a tight ponytail behind her head and she had a small bag on her hip that she now placed in her lap. The man who accompanied her was another relatively large man, though not nearly as large as Charles. He was taller but it was obvious that one of his legs was a prosthetic by the slight hitch he had each time he took a step with his left leg. He dropped down into the seat across the aisle from Heather, releasing a low laugh.

“No wonder boss lady decided to join.” He looked back at Alan. “Yo Pox. What brought you out of that lab of yours? Was it cause of Cerberus?” Heather sent a kick to his chair, causing him to rock slowly before he looked over at her. “What?” He asked before he saw her nodding towards Wings who was still keeping her eyes closed like she was sound asleep. Heather gave him a scolding look and he flinched before he reached back and rubbed the back of his neck. He hadn't thought about James being lost to the cause. Hunters die every day, they just don't usually have such a strong connection like he and Lucy had.

Before things could get anymore tense, the pilot poked his head in and did a head count. “four, five. Looks good. Wings, you flying or am I?” Lucy cracked an eye open and leaned her head forward an inch before looked at the man. She gave a shrug before she closed her eyes again and let her head thump back on the seat headrest.

“I'll leave it up to you.” The pilot nodded once before he climbed in and closed the door.

“Alright, can do.” He locked the door before he headed towards the cockpit. Heather turned her eyes on Lucy with a fierce frown on her face. She really was down bad then huh? Better them get going then.

Before long, the plane was pulling out of the hanger and making its way down the runway. They were underway. Lucy turned her head to look out the window, her green eyes fierce as the ground disappeared out from under them. I'm coming for you beast. Prepare yourself.

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Before they could get going, The Morrigan stepped up to the ruins of the office building, her eyes scanning the rubble. A small frown crossed her face as she searched and searched. “Damnit, how deep did it fall?” She gave a wave of her hand a large chunk of the rubble was cast to the side like a large hand had pushed it over. Still not finding what she was looking for, she waved her hand again, another large chunk of ruins pushed to the side, this time exposing a the corner of the safe Anand had stored a lot of their items in before the building crumbled. “There,” she cheered before she raised her hand, the safe rising up from the rubble. It had survived the collapse of the building, just as she had expected. It didn't even seem to be very damaged.

She brought the safe around to them and set it on the ground before stepping up and opening the thing. The safe was one of those large ones that stood at six feet and easily four feet wide. Inside were the weapons she couldn't store in the bags but wanted to make sure survived the building collapsing. Magical items of her own creation and some not, potions and, most importantly, ingredients. That's what she wanted most out of this safe. She needed her ingredients so they could restore Macha's arm and gain full function of their arm again.

She stepped up to the safe and peered inside, grabbing items out as they went. She belted a gleaming sword to her hip before she started to grab as many ingredients as she could, packing them away on bags and pouches that one could have sworn weren't there a moment ago.

When Mal made a comment about having punched Huggin in the face, Morrigan gave a small laugh. “He allowed that because he doesn't touch what's mine. He knows better. Speaking of which, take your pick. Take as much as you can carry. No point in wasting it.” She stepped away from the safe to give them room to take a look in. “Both of you are welcome to whatever in inside.” She sorted the items in her bags a moment and before anyone could even blink, the bags and pouches were once more gone.

After they got what they wanted out of the safe, she backed them up from it before giving her fingers a snap. There was a loud popping sound and then the safe burst into white hot flames. “No point in leaving those for others to find. A lot of that could really do some damage.” She turned from the safe and peered around them, pondering on where to go next.

Ever since they found themselves trying to bring Macha back under control, the Morrigan had a running theme in her head. Was she still suited to run the city? They had been thinking about it for awhile now but never so fiercely. Now that they looked at the leveled city, watching as people began to finally come out of hiding to evaluate and rebuild, she wondered if it was time they took their leave. She looked at the two men that now accompanied them and she took a deep breath before running her hand through her messy curls on her head. Well, if she was going to give up control, she was going to have to appoint someone strong enough to take her place and hold it. There was only one person in this city that could do that. She groaned slightly. She knew where they needed to go next but she didn't like it.

“Come on, we need to go see someone.” She began to lead the way away from the crumbled buildings, Huggin floating very closely behind them as they went. “This person we're going to go see, have respect. She's almost as old as us and if she wanted to, she could eat you and I wouldn't be able to do much about it without tearing down another part of the city. I rather not do that. So be on your best behavior.”

Eventually they came to the darker parts of the city, the parts of the city even the police didn't want to enter. The people there watched them go, whispering behind their backs as they went along. They came to a door and gave a good three rasps before a viewing window opened. Golden yellow eyes peered out from the hole and locked on Mal first before they dropped down to see Morrigan standing there. There was commotion before the door and it opened in a rush. “Phantom Queen, welcome,” said a reptilian man, his scales glinting in the little light behind him.

“Thank you, Gunter.” Morrigan said as she raised a hand up to his cheek and giving him a sweet pat. She led the way pass him into the building“If she home? Or do we have to wait for her to come home?”

The man watched Mal intently as he responded to Morrigan. “She is just now finishing up a bath. I will go fetch her. Should only be a moment.” Gunter scurried pass her and disappeared into the shadows. The room they were in was a wide room with very little light. The floor was dirt except for where there were intricate carpets placed haphazardly around. There was a short table in the middle of the rugs and a silken cloth draped over the table. Just beyond the table was a small love seat and the Morrigan made her way there, taking a seat. She patted the spot next to her as she waited for Gunter to return with his mistress. Morrigan set Huggin up so he was sitting on the ground right before her, his head leaning back and in her lap. He would be waking up soon and she was sure he would be thankful to not be floating in the air next to the couch.

Taniwha were not typically seen in the states, however, much like gods, ancient beasts tend to relocate from time to time and as they grew older, the more intelligent they grew. This particular Taniwha found her way into Morrigan's territory about a decade ago, resulting in a very fierce battle of sea and sky between her and the Morrigan. However, they came to an agreement after they had fought for two days with no sign of the battle coming to a closing any time soon. She could remain in her city, if she kept to herself and didn't cause trouble. A fast friendship developed between the two not long after and Morrigan was sure to come visit from time to time, though this may be the last time she came for a casual visit.

There came a soft rumbling from down the hall that only grew louder as a large Naga came slithering into the room. It scales were a beautiful red color along her back and her belly scoots were a black. She had long gills that ran along the side of her neck and her hands were webbed but other than those signs, one would find it hard to recognize that she was a water serpent.

Her long body curled in on itself as she came to settle on the other side of the room from the Morrigan and her group. Her eyes were fierce as kept them locked on the Morrigan. “Quite the battle that happened yesterday. I am pleased to know you are all well.” Her eyes moved to Mal for a moment then to Huggin was was slowly waking up, his grogginess coming out in a quiet shuffle of annoyance.

“Speaking of that,” Morrigan lead, “I want to give you the city.”

Wolf in City of Glass

As Mal stuffed his face, Anand finished up her work with Huggin. He would be fine. He just got a little too stressed from the commotion in his head. Some people just aren't well equipped to handle more than one presence in their brains. So with a wave of her hand, she brought Huggin down to come rest next to Macha. She let her eyes settle on her sister for a moment. They couldn't restore her arm without the right ingredients. She gave a harsh sigh before she turned to face the scene of a inky formed Vel, Babd, and Mal. She crossed her arms and stepped over.

She stepped up to Babd, who was watching Mal devour the food like he had not touched food in a week. She looked down at her shorter sister with a frown on her face. Perhaps they should have thought about food before. They didn't really eat or drink, or sleep for that matter. Gods didn't need the same thing as humans. They might indulge in those things from time to time but honestly, they didn't need any of that. So while Mal was eating from the table, neither sister stepped up to get some food.

Babd looked up at Anand and just gave a small shrug of her shoulders. She was content to just let the man eat his fill before they addressed anything with him. Babd even had a small smile on her face. He reminded her of the berserker warriors of old that would feast and howl into the night before they were to march off into battle the next day. They would scarf down food like that in a way to enjoy one last meal before they faced a deadly foe. Was Mal prepping to face off against a deadly foe? Was he preparing for battle.

“Where did you get all this food from?” Anand asked and Babd gave a slight shrug of her shoulders.

“Who knows. I just made a summons for cooked food and called it to me. It came from all over the city.” Babd answered with an uncaring voice. Anand's lashes dropped as her eyes narrowed on her sister. Surely after living among mortals for so long, she had to have learned some manners at least.

Anand gave a deep, deep sigh and shook her head. That was a battle for another day. She was tired, too tired to care if a few people had to go and fix themselves more food because the food they were working on suddenly disappeared from in front of them so that it could serve a better purpose of feeding gods and their company.

As Mal finally took a moment to speak to them, Babd's grin widened at the sight. Oh yes, this man would fit perfectly in with the berserker warriors of old. He even put more food into his mouth even after addressing them. A wonderful sight, indeed. Anand on the other hand, sneered at the sight. She found it disgusting. The least he could do was stop eating for even a moment.

As Mal pointed between the two women, saying how he was just served dinner by the fates, Babd's face shifted from a broad smile to a growl of disgust. Did he just compare them to the Fate sisters? Those three? She opened her mouth to yell at the man but Anand lowered a hand on her shoulder to keep her from exploding on the man. Babd looked at Anand, but the motherly third had her gray eyes fixated directly on Mal, her face blank of emotion as she continued to listen. Babd muttered something under her breath about the Fates wishing they could compare to their power but remained silent under Anand's hand.

It seemed like Anand was content to just listen as Mal continued on, keeping her eyes locked intently on his own. Babd had crossed her arms and taken seat at Anand's feet. Perhaps this type of situation wasn't suited for a warrior right now but more a mother. And if anyone was to be called a mother, Anand would surely be that one.

When Mal finally got down to the point of it, to the nitty-gritty, Anand finally moved away from her sister, clasping her hands in front of herself as she stepped forward to address him. There was aggression in her movements, nothing but calm and calculated steps much like a mother who was just asked by her five year old where babies came from. He wanted to know who they were, well he would find out, and she would hold nothing back. He wasn't a five year old who wasn't quite ready to know all the gritty details of where babies came from, he was a wolf, a warrior, a full grown man who was desperately grasping a hold of an old life he thought was solid, having it slowly crumbling out from underneath his feet. This, most certainly needed a mother's touch.

Anand stopped a few feet short of Mal and watched him for a moment, her eyes scanning his face as if trying to find something there. She sighed slowly, dropped her eyes and patted her legs as if prepping herself. “Okay,” she said lightly before she straightened to look at him again.

“First off, you don't need to call us Queen, Goddess, or Mistress,” she held up a finger to keep Babd from chiming in, knowing full well she was going to say something about that last name. He didn't. Phantom Queen was their old title given to them by the Celts all those centuries ago. They did not serve their purpose as a goddess anymore than the postal service served as the main form of communication in today's day and age. “No Babd, they do not need to call us any of those names.” She shot a look back at her sister who bit back a retort but quieted down on her little spot on the ground.

“You want some real answers and I will provide them for you but let me warn you now, you're not going to like it. Also, Thor's hammer wasn't a forging item. He's a warrior. That man is as dumb as a bag of rocks.” As if in response to her comment, there was a deep rumbling of thunder off in the distance. Anand gave a small smile before she continued.

She unclasped her hands and slowly began to walk around them in a broad circle, her steps leaving long lines of magic in the ground. “See, a lot of people now a days don't need gods and don't believe in them. And that's fine. Gods don't need people to worship them to exist.” She paused a moment in her circle as she pondered, wondering where to take this conversation. Her eyes scanned over Mal before she gave a small nod as if she saw something she was looking for before continuing.

“See, when things are born, there is an energy released into the world, just a small little spark. That spark wants to seek out other sparks.” She waved her hand and a little wisps of light bounced around them as if dancing. A few more wisps formed and the others joined them, all condensing together to form a being. “Eventually, you get enough of those little sparks to form something and that something is a god.”

She stepped on the beginning of her circle and the whole area within darkened a shade, like a theater getting ready to put on a show. The being shone bright blue in the center of the circle, muscular, proud, and strong. “See, we gods don't really serve much of a purpose. We are just the conglomeration of small sparks that found each other and formed something stronger. After a time, we learn about ourselves, gain a personality, and determine whether or not we want to be part of something, more. Back when, it made sense to be a god” the blue being in the center did random god things, like sending bolts of lighting, making plants grow, and things in that manner.

“We were stronger, immortal, and humans lived to be what, thirty, forty at best back then. Some of us felt an obligation to the human race for a long time. After all, it was from their sparks that we arose, correct. At least, that's what we thought. Then we started to realize that it wasn't just gods that came from the humans and their emotions. Monsters, demons, ghouls, they came from them too. Humans, without realizing it, were creating the tools of their very destruction.”

The being in the center of the circle was quickly joined by a few different creatures. The first was a manticore. It's stinging tail striking at the man as it released a silent roar. The two engaged in battle, the man taking brutal swipes from the creatures claws while he brutally ripped the tail off the creature. As the two battled, a second monster arose in the form of a ghoul. It flew into the fight, latched itself on the man and began to drain him. The man's visage flickered a moment before he was finally able to snap the manticore's neck. He then reached back to grab at the ghoul that had latched onto him. He struggled and flailed before he was finally able to pull the thing off his back and throw it away from him, falling to his knees in the process. Just behind him, arose another monster, a hydra with multiple heads. It grew to tower over the exhausted man and it's heads ripped into him, pulling his visage apart until only it remained. Anand waved a hand then and all the blue images disappeared.

“Gods die, Mal. We may be immortal, but we're not invincible.” She waved her hand and a visage of multiple different gods that had met their fate shown. Balder, Osiris (before his wife resurrected him, poorly might she add), Pan and a few other lesser known deities. All of them stood like monuments to their greatness, shining blue in the middle of the circle around them. Anand took a moment to rest a hand on one of them, a small sad smile on her face before she waved a hand and the visages disappeared once more.

“Then we learned that places released sparks too.” Her eyes moved to settle on Macha's unconscious form just a few feet away for only a moment before she continued to pace around the circle. “Pan, Cernunnos, Sylvnus, Macha,” these were deities that didn't come from the humans but from the earth itself. Mother Nature, to a sense, personified.” The circle was filled with animals and nymphs running around, dancing around beings with great horns on their heads and who weren't completely human. A less human form of Macha could be seen, resting on a tree stump, her form made up of vines and growing plants instead of the human looking form that she took now.

Anand gave another wave of her hand and the visages dispersed again, Macha's form taking a moment longer than the others. “And then of course, everything dies and that releases a different type of spark.” Up from the ground rose beings of death and decay. Babd in a glowing blue crow form flew from the ground to shift to her human form and land with her spear in her hands, surrounded by other death gods. Anubis, Thanatos, Hades, Kali, and many others, all stood strong and proud around in the circle. The real current Babd watched her blue glowing self, a frown on her face. She sighed as she stood up, waving her hand around at all the images of gods.

“Yeah, yeah. Gods exists. Whatever. We aren't here to teach people about our history Anand. He asked for our names.” Anand allowed an eyebrow to raise as the rest of the gods of death and decay began to dissolve, leaving only the blue image of Babd there. Badb walked up to her glowing doppleganger and turned to look at Mal. “You may not want to believe it Mal, but gods exist and we are gods. It's not make believe, it's not hullabaloo, it's not just some powerful magic person liking the olden names and claiming it for themselves.” She took a menacing step towards Mal, a smile crossing her face as she did so. Her magic flared out from her foot as she took another step towards him, cascading like a flood to encompass the whole circle. Anand narrowed her eyes at the sight.

“Babd, you better not be messing with my magic.” But Babd ignored her as her wings slowly spanned from her back again, her black abyssal magic crashing fiercely into the magical barrier of Anand's circle, like a storm causing a sea to roil. Her form slowly darkened until her smile and eyes were the only things left of her to have color. Then came the cries of the dead, quietly at first but soon, much like her magic that crashed into Anand's circle, it great chaotic and feverish. Black hands began to reach up through the ground as if Babd was opening a very portal to Hell itself. By this point, Anand had, had enough.

“Enough!” Anand called out and the screams were silenced. Her eyes turned to Babd and they were alight with her magic, her very aura a stark contrast to Babd's darkness. “I told you not to mess with my magic.” Her voice rumbled in rage and blue light flared out from under the black ooze where the circumference of her circle lay. She waved her hands and bright glowing hands of blue light reached up and grabs the hands of black, ripping them back into the ground. “Just like there are gods of death and decay,” She reached down to touch the ground, a pulse of blue light passing over the black, inky magic in a wide spreading ripple. The black magic calmed and with each new ripple of the blue light, it dispersed. “There are also gods of life and creation.” Once all the magic from Babd's antics were gone and the feathered third was back to her normal self, Anand turned her eyes on Mal. “Not all gods seek to watch the world burn.”

And with that, she gave her hand a sharp chop and the circle disappeared entirely. She had decided that just then, her little teaching session was done. She turned angry eyes on Babd as her aura returned back to it's normal, calm self and she took a deep breath and sighed. “The point I was trying to make, Mal, is that gods are as real as you and we aren't these perfect beings that sit in the sky waiting to hear if people will pray to us or not. I don't know your history or why you have the wolf within you. I also don't know the history of this Arabeth woman you speak about. It could be perhaps that the god she had been worshiping died or relocated, or perhaps was locked away for whatever reason. There could be a million reasons why these things happened to the two of you. It is hard to say.”

Babd went to say something but Anand's head snapped towards Babd and her eyes glowed fiercely. Babd found herself unable to actually say anything, grasping at her mouth in shock. Anand took a deep breath as if finally happy with the turn of events.

“As for Huggin, he is the Huggin, one of the two Ravens that accompanied Odin before Fenrir devoured him. We're all real, Mal, I'm sorry to say and I'm sorry your experiences with gods so far has been less than ideal.” She sighed as she waves another hand, the table clearing itself of any trash or half eaten food. She then turned to face Babd with a frown. “Leave the boy alone. I know once you claim a soul it's not my place to make you unclaim it, but just know that I'm not happy with you Babd,” her eyes narrowed fiercely at the woman and she spoke the last words quietly, even though they could be heard clearly. “If you cause this man any more trouble for assisting us, then I'll personally make sure you release him and the wolf. Am I understood?”

Babd looked from Anand and towards Mal, then Vel who was still there where she had materialized him with her magic. “Yeah, yeah.” She said with a huff, their conversation being cut short, however, when they hard a low groan from the couple sleeping on the ground. Both turned to see Macha, slowly raising a hand to her forehead with another low groan. Anand quickly rushed over, Babd taking her precious time to walk over as she tucked her hands behind her head.

Anand crouched down next to Macha and felt her forehead and examined her side. For the most part, she seemed to be in good condition, despite the missing arm. She was healed up, at least. They would still need the circle and ingredients to renew her back to her full self but she was healed now at least.

Macha slowly looked around at the area before she slowly sat up. “Well, it seemed I missed a fair bit,” she said as she noticed Huggin laying on the ground next to her, still very much unconscious. She slowly stood to her feet with Anand's help.

“I believe we can catch you up quickly but first,” Anand said as she held her hand out for Macha and another hand out for Babd. “If you would please. I have used up far too much of my magic tonight.” Macha looked down at the hand as Babd finally approached. Babd gave a small shrug and grasped the hand just as Macha grabbed the other. All three forms merged into the messy haired, feather cloak wearing, original form that Mal had first come to know.

The Morrigan released a low sigh as if finally able to relax. She looked down at her right arm that lay limp at her side. She gave a small grunt of annoyance at the sight but it would be fixed in due time. They just needed to finally get some things going. They needed to get out of this accursed city. “I never thought I would be so thankful to be stuck together again but it does feel nice to be at my full power.” She took a deep inhale and exhaled, a pulse of power expelling out of her like a gust of powerful wind.

“Now,” she said as she turned back to Mal, “Perhaps we can get going. I'm quite ready to get out of this spot.” She took a peek around, waving a hand while doing so. Huggin was slowly risen off the floor as black whisps of magic condensed under him and provided a solid black ground for him to lay on. “This is familiar.” she said as she watched Huggin. “Oh shit,” she called out as she turned to the collapsed building behind them. Her office was in ruins for sure and she had completely forgotten about the corpse she had promised to revive hours ago. She sighed before giving a small shake of her head. “No point in it now, I suppose.”

Project: Revival

When Lucian came to a crashing stop on the roof, he was exhausted in ever sense of the word. His body, mind, very soul wanted to sleep. Hie whole body felt like it weighted a thousand pounds and he didn't even have enough strength to even lift his arm. The world around him soun slowly as if he was stuck in a whirlpool, being pulled deeper and deeper into the abyss. He didn't even have the willpower to keep his head above the water as it lapped at his head. He closed his eyes and began to sink, deeper and deeper into the abyss.

Lucian dreamed that he was flying through the clouds, not a care in the world. There were no buildings, no people, nothing but the calmn forest and rivers below him and blue sky above. His body didn't hurt and he wasn't worried about being caught by the people who had them before. He was finally free from all the worry. a smile was across his face as his eyes closed against the wind when suddenly he heard a loud crash of thunder off in the distance.

He opened his eyes, the sky suddenly too dark to tell what color it was originally. He slowly brought his flight to an end, hovering in mid air as he looked around, another crash of thunder rumbling him down to his bones. He looked up at the sky, just as a lightening bolt struck him square in the chest.

Lucian slowly opened his eyes. His body was still very weak and he still felt like he was made out of stone. He slowly reached up to the gunshot wound in his chest and felt there. It still wasn't full healed but it wasn't a hole in his chest anymore. He let him arm drop back on the roof. He was alive, somehow.

Wolf in City of Glass

Ever since this stupid wolf man came into their city, things went downhill and fast. Sure, one wouldn't call beings of magic and power like them parking their asses in the middle of a huge city pleasant, but they were at least content. They had control and they were keeping peace among the immortals and magical races alike. It was just another day on the job when this stupid wolf showed up and now, look at them. Macha was still healing, Anand was acting like the voice of reason and Babd was flip flopping from her warrior to godly self. These last two days were tiring for one and all and Huggin was ready for it all to be over. And yet, he knew the trouble was only just begun. He had this wolf in his head now, talking to him like the two of them knew each other from a previous life. He was so done with this bullshit. He wanted nothing more to do with this. It was almost like dealing with Hela. Her split self acted very similar to this mess and it caused him to release a low sigh. He needed a vacation, a nice long vacation.

Huggin allowed his spear to be pushed to the side as Mal stood. He planted the head of his weapon into the ground and leaned against its shaft as he watched show before him. He watched as the wolf man adjusted his clothes, like it mattered. The clothes were barely in one piece and the only reason they were currently clean was because of Babd removing the blood and grime from him just before the kiss. He just watched Mal with a boredom expressed clear on his face.

When Mal held up the first finger, Huggin had no idea what was to come with the second finger. He was not prepared, to say the least. His eyes widened as the fist crashed into his nose, a sickening crunch sounding upon impact. Huggin's head snapped back from the hit and he stumbled back a step before he snapped his head back to lock rage filled eyes on Mal. His hand reached up and slid along the bridge of his nose, his teeth grit in pain and rage as he stared at the wolf before him. One could hear the sickening crunch as Huggin moved his nose cartilage back into its appropriate place before he used the back of his hand to wipe the blood from him nose. He spat out of glob of blood and spit, his eyes never once leaving Mal again as he curled his hands into tight fists. If this stupid mutt wanted a fight, Huggin would be more than happy to oblige him.

Babd and Anand watched both men, not raising a finger to stop them for even a moment. It was like two mothers seeing toddlers fighting over a toy. As Mel went on about how his last few days had gone, Anand locked her eyes on Babd and waved a hand, proving a point. Babd only rolled her eyes at Anand as Mal continued on with his little rant.

When Mal went to punch Huggin, the bird grabbed a hold of the fist and snapped it to the side, refusing to allow Mal to get another stupid hit off on him again. His other hand waited just to the side as he watched Mal like a hawk watching a mouse skitter across the ground. When Mal was snapped back by the chain that linked him and Babd, Huggin couldn't help but let out a laugh and taunt Vel within his head. “You see that wolf,” his words slid between thoughts like a serpent looking for a place to bask so it can digest its recent meal, “unlike me, you can't leave. You're stuck here, with her.” A small smile crossed his face at the sight of the tug on the chain. It was nice to see.

When the voice came back again, there was something odd about it. Sure, Huggin only had Vel in his head, what twenty minutes, but something about the way he spoke now seemed off. He perked up a moment as he listened intently to Vel before the voice changed and it was a woman in his head. He froze a moment. What did this mean? Huggin narrowed his eyes on Mal. This wolf man was growing more and more confusing as time went on. Did he have other beings in his soul? Was he crafted much like The Phantom Queen? Or were these just memories, somehow finding a voice that spoke to him now.

Arabeth? So the woman's voice belonged to someone named Arabeth? Huggin gave a deep sigh. This really was turning into quite the pain in the ass. He didn't want to be a messenger. Hell, he didn't even want anything to do with this mutt and yet, here he is with these voices in his head that aren't his, they were Mal's or at least belonged to his body. They should stay where they are meant to be and leave his thoughts alone.

As Mal told his story, Huggin just stood there, listening and watching. He could see Vel's form appear just next to him, like an imaginary friend a kid would have when lonely except that Huggin wasn't lonely and would not count the wolf a friend. However, where as the wolf began as a tint of purple, that color turned a bright red, like a mood ring showing his mood for all to see. Well, for Huggin to see at least.

When the song hit him, it took everything Huggin had not to crumple to his knees. His eyes were wide as he suddenly found himself somewhere else. He watched as brothers tried to please the gods, tried to bring balance back but were left unanswered. Poor fools. There was a chance that the imbalance took place because the very gods they prayed to were killed. Druids, possibly Pan. That man has been missing for centuries.

When Vengeance came to call, Huggin almost gasped out to see Vioarr standing now before the men. He was the one who brought forth this wolf? Ironic, since Vioarr was the one to slay Finra, a wolf on its own killing spree. He supposed that if there was anything Vioarr felt could be strong enough to take revenge for the imbalance that had been done, a wolf seemed most suitable.

When the vision came to an end, Huggin took a deep gasp of breath, only then realizing he had been holding his breath through the whole vision. He dropped to one knee and rested his arm across that bent knee. He let his forehead lay fully on his forearm as he took a moment to get his baring. He closed his eyes for a moment, a pounding headache now beginning to develop at his right temple. He grit his teeth as Mal continued on with his useless bickering. A grill? A stupid grill? He looked up from his arm and to the man, his bloodshot eyes fierce as he slowly stood to his feet.

“A grill? That's what you want right now? A fucking grill?” He took a step towards Mal, pointing to his temple. “If one more of your stupid little friends talk into my head, I'm going to lose my fucking mind! First Vel won't leave me alone. That was bad enough but now this woman, Arabeth or whatever? Keep your own fucking problems to yourself and keep yourself in your own fucking head ,Vel!” Huggin yelled as he sent a harsh flick to Mal's forehead. “Stay out of my fucking head! I don't want to know anything about any of you!”

Babd and Anand slowly stood up at the sight of Huggin approaching Mal while screaming. Both sisters watched intently as Huggin went on and on about not being left alone in his own head. Anand looked to Babd and the sisters shared a look. Anand waved her hands and her magic pulsed out like a calming wave of cool water. It wrapped around Huggin and for a moment he struggled against it.

“Don't you dare Anand! I won't be put to sleep now! This man and his stupid wolf need to learn some-” his words stuttered a moment as he strained to stay on his own feet, “fucking boundaries.” Anand's magic swirled around him and coaxed him to sleep. Huggin struggled against it for only a moment more but he was so tired, so very tired. He collapsed into the magic, his eyes rolling back into his head as he did so.

In the meantime, Babd raised a hand and her own magic flared up like a wall between the two men. Things were getting a little too intense at the moment and it was about time they brought it down to a manageable level. One might think the two would have stepped in when Mal was actively attacking Huggin, but both Babd and Anand have been with Huggin for a few centuries now. If they feared a mere mortal would hurt Huggin enough to cause any real damage, they would have stepped it. However, a few punches to the face wasn't going to take that old bird down.

Now though, Anand peered into Huggin's face with concern. His face was pale and when she opened his eyelids to peer into his eyes, she found them bloodshot. She frowned as she continued to look over him like a diligent doctor looking over a sick patient. In the meantime, Babd stepped up to confront Mal.

“Perhaps it's time for us to have a good talk, hmm.” Her black eyes locked on Mal's as if she could peer into them, past his eyes and into the wolf's eyes behind them. There was a flicker of magic and she gave a twist of her wrist, her magic pulsing out from the bindings on his wrist and throat. It flowed along his form until it condensed at his feet like a puddle of black. She moved her hand aggressively to the side and the blob of black swiftly moved to the side of Mal before it began to bubble and boil. She couldn't truly pull him from Mal, not physically without killing him and causing the switch but her magic was linked to him now. She could bring him to bare if she wanted to.

She flicked her wrist towards the sky and the bubbling ooze slowly began to take form. It grew and grew until a form of Vel stood next to Mal, the black puddle still connected at Mal's feet like shadow come to life. Babd frowned fiercely as she crossed her arms, peering at the two before her in frustration. “Now, men, I think we do need to learn a few boundaries, yes?” She turned her eyes on Vel, her frown deepening as she did so. Just to prove a point, she allowed her voice to not only speak out loud but also within their heads.

“I'm sure you did know Vel, because you're young, but you permission to intrude into someone's mind. I can do it to you because I'm your master. Huggin, however, is not your plaything.” She allowed her voice to leave their heads as it rose in volume at her rage. Fire danced behind those black eyes as she kept her eyes locked on the two of them. “We will not be intruding in his mind again. Am I understood?” She was downright enraged at this point. It was like a mother lecturing two children about pulling each other's hair. When she took Vel as her own, she didn't think it would essentially be the same as taking in a child and having to teach them wrong from right.

“However, your concerns were heard Mal,” She turned from the two of them and waved a hand. Her magic flared out once more and a table materialized out of no where, a meager ten feet from them. She gave another wave of her hand and food began to populate the table, everything from burgers to steaks, fries and chips, and everything in between.

Of course, Babd could not just materialize food from the ether. Somewhere, there were a few families that were sitting down to dinner unsure of where their food just disappeared to, hell, one family had even just lost their dinner table. Nonliving, inanimate objects as small as these were child's play for her to relocate here. It was when the item was alive that the magic truly got complex and needed special circles and ingredients. She looked to Anand who was still looking over Huggin diligently. She knew it would take her sister a long time before she could carve a circle of that power once again. She pitied her sister at the thought. It would be a real pain in the ass getting her circle back up again.

Project: Revival

Oh that's right, she's not a "true" werewolf. Nevermind. Forget I said anything lol.