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PostSubject: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptySat Jun 07, 2014 3:08 pm

A week has passed since Tempest was taken from me. Seven days since Grandfathers punishment began. The throne room had been sealed shut with Lightning within as well as his two others the whimsical air spirit that couldn't decide weather he was man or wolf, and the lupine like shimmered like the surface of a lake. Both kept close but gave him his space. The spirit servants came and went bringing food that went untouched, drink that remained unnoticed. Lightning did not move from the spot on the stair before his throne that he had rooted to. Why would she do that?! That fucking Jezzabell! Thinking that she knows best when it comes to his mate. All though he couldn't even protect her could he? He allowed her to be ripped away. He sat by while her power was ripped away from her. He had failed. He didn't deserve to be king. The other two seemed to know what he was thinking as the water aspect turned his head to Lightning "We earned it, Brother. We passed the trials, fought the battles. We are the last of our kind." His voice sounded like a babbling brook.

"Grandfather has given us but one more test. A king is always being tested. What makes you a great king is the decisions you make." The air aspect flitted over and kneeled before Lightning. "So what are we, Brother? Just a empty nothing occupying a seat. Or are we Ulric Herne! He Who Grasps the LIGHTNING!" The aspect extended his hand. Lightning looked into his eyes and saw something there he was all to familiar with, Pride. Pride in who they were, Pride in who they are, and Pride in who they were to become. Lightning clasped the aspects wrist and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet, and once there he didn't want to stop, he started to walk forward, then walked faster, to a jog, to a full out sprint. He barreled through the doors and kept going. His first stop was their chambers. He had some things to grab.

Five minutes later he emerged with Cracklestrike on his hip, and his Torq. He had shed his royal attire and had donned his leather pants shitkickers with the metal toe covers and his fur, he did however also don the crown bestowed upon him by Gaia herself. He came back to the throne room where the two aspects were waiting for him "You can't do this alone" They said in unison. "Your right, Brothers. But I am never alone." He smiled and turned on his heel and strode with pride down the stairs and pushed the doors wide open and turned back. The aspects stepped down the stairs to see him standing with what must have been 10,000 garou armed and ready for battle. Lightning threw his arms wide and with all the pride and joy he could contain shouted "WHAT IS A KING WITHOUT HIS KINGDOM!" The cheers and shouts behind him were as a cascade of a kingdom's pride and loyalty to their king. The two aspects looked in awe, then to each other, then finally back at Lightning. Once again in unison they spoke their voices combining and reminding him and standing on the beach "Brother, we fly with you." The water aspect spoke solely "You have my agility" then Air "You have my finesse" Lightning looked at them both and found himself speaking without thought "Your gifts are appreciated, but Brothers, you can not give me what is already mine." He turned to the water aspect and spoke aloud "As I move across the land, I move as the river seeks the ocean" With the last word the water wolf began to glow blue and disappeared into a blue aura which engulfed Lightning. He turned to the air aspect and shouted "As I strike down mine enemy I strike, I strike with the precision of the wind" the aspect swirled and surrounded Lightning. He turned back to his kingdom and pronounced "THESE ARE MY BROTHERS, AND MY BROTHERS ARE ME. WE WILL SEEK OUT, AND TAME THE WICKED THREE!!" The uproar of the garou in front of him cheering for him was thunderous, loud enough that even the gods could hear. Lightning took off running through the crowd, and many of the Garou followed. He stopped short when a group of three stepped out. The smallest of them was a wiry boy no more than eighteen and looked like he might catch ill at a moments notice with two punch daggers lashed to his lower back, the next was a tall female maybe 5'10 who held herself with pride and wielded a shield and spear, and the last was a giant of a man well over 7 foot, maybe almost over 8, holding a iron staff. "Ulfric." The giant boomed "I am Dominique of the Mountain Guardians, "Strikes with a thousand fists". These are my pack mates Chaneler of the Ratkin "Runs with the grace of wind"" he motioned towards the boy "And Gisela of the Silver Fangs, "Shield that strikes from afar"" Lightning instantly zoned in on the woman.

"Silver Fang? Your tribe refused to attend the Moot, and refuses to step down from their ill gotten position. They insult me, and have made threats on my life, and yet here you stand." Lightning was surprised when the was no hate or anger in his voice, just curiousity. She stepped forward and bowed "My Ulfric, I beg of you not to judge children for the sins of their fathers. I am Gisela Romanati, Queen of the Silver Fang Court. I am here to offer you my aid, as recompence for what my predecessor has done to the Nation." Lightning was baffled. It took him a minute to grasp what she had said "Wait Queen of the Silver Fang Court? you mean to tell me that your king and queen are now dead?" She stood "No. Dispossessed from the throne. I lead the Silver Fangs now, and they stand ready at your disposal." Lightning couldn't help but smile "So you are their queen and yet roam the land in a pack with a Ratkin," He looked at the giant "And I can only assume that you are like me." The giant laughed "Why yes Ulfric. I am the only Mountain Guardian left. One of the five remaining Gurahl!" the pride emanated from him. Gisela spoke quickly "Yes my Ulfric, we have abandoned the false halls of the Nation to join our brethren in the city of the Nation, Asgard! I am their Queen as an elder only." the fact that she sounded sincere caught Lightning off guard.

"Well then, what is it that the Pack of..." before he asked all three spoke "The Pack of Gaia's Judgement" which made Lightning's smile grow wider "What is it I can do for your pack?" The three looked at each other before the Gurahl spoke "We wish to join your hunt." Lightning looked around, there were quite a number of eager faces, quite a few sad faces, and some angry. He turned round and looked upon the three of them and said "I will grant your wish. I cannot guarantee your safety, but I will do what I can." They all nodded and turned and began walking towards the edge of the city. Lightning looked upon the faces of his people "I know there are a lot of you that wish to join me. Others that are worried or scared for me. Fear not, worry not. I will return, and I will have not only conquered these tests set upon me, but I will return with my love, your queen!" He continued as everyone began cheering "And when the Gods themselves nod their heads in approval of what we have done, we will MARCH ON OUR ENEMY, AND RID THE FACE OF GAIA OF THEM!!" The cheers howls and roars were once again thunderous as Lightning made his way for the edge of the city. When he arrived the three waited patiently for him.

"Allow me to gather us transportation." Lightning turned and whistled calling forth four elemental beasts of massive size and weight, their appearance akin to giant lupines. Lightning mounted one and waited for the rest to do as such, and then with one last look at his kingdom and his people Lightning escorted by the Pack of Gaias Judgement bolted off into the wilderness in search of the missing pieces of his spirit, but his ultimate goal, His love.

"Tempest, even if I have to fight the Gods themselves, I will fix this, just as you asked of me. I will find you, I will fix you. I love you my queen." he thought to himself as Asgard vanished under the horizon.












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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptyMon Jun 09, 2014 1:54 am

Tempest stood at the window of the loft, watching the rain try in vain to drown the city of London. No even if the water levels did rise, the old city was far too tenacious to let itself be washed away. It was the late afternoon, but it looked like night had already fallen with all the fog. Shifting a creak somewhere else in the building something creaked, and for the hundredth time she took the cool press of metal against the small of her back offered a macabre sense of comfort. As much as she rued needing a gun to protect herself, it was better then nothing.

She'd left her sword someplace safe, the fucking thing was too heavy for her to lift like this.

Perhaps sending Jez away hadn't been the best idea, but she was so tired of the girls lamenting about the injustices she was suffering. Tem never really did have much patience for the self serving sort. Which was exactly what the servitor of the Maelstorm was becoming. She shook her head and put the trio of Storm Wardens from it. There were plenty of other things out there to worry about. For example, how the hell she was going to manage through the next nine months.

Fucking Lightening. Always speaking with utter disregard for the weight of his words. He was so... inexperienced, and even when she could not deny what she felt for him. As much as it vexed her. The logical part of her mind still couldn't conceive of what she saw in him. Of course, as if parts of her mind were arguing with themselves, her mind serving as the war room, would throw moments back into the forefront of her minds eye. Like the image of him within his mind, sitting as if half broken, upon that great stone throne that as Ulfric was his by right.

Of course, the counter reply was simply a shadowy silhouette of Lazarus and how pathetic he would think her if he could see her now. Human, and weak.

The phantom echo of the hard sound of his laughter stirred rage in her, but not the beast. It, along with her immortality, seemed to be gone. That more then standing in the sunlight, was what made this so strange. So impossible to bear. She'd been counting on that anger for longer then she could remember. Better that, then with it covered, which was the fear. Tempest hadn't been afraid since she'd earned her new name, now it was like she couldn't escape it. It was there when she tried to sleep, and it was there when she woke.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptyMon Jun 09, 2014 9:25 pm

There she was. The woman that had made him weak. He watched her from the rooftop across the street, hidden behind the Gauntlet. They were so much happier when they were alone. It didn't matter now. They were free. Free to do as they wished. He had taken to calling himself Thunder, the destructive aftermath. His brothers, who were now called Blaze and Boulder stood beside him waiting for his order. They were just like Him. Weak and obedient. But they were useful to Thunder. They had quickly learned to hide their true faces and blend in with the cattle. They hardly noticed them as they usually ignore beggars. They all stared into the window in which that vile corrupting woman stood, and bid their time. Thunder would seal his escape from the false king, but not right now. He would wait. He would stalk. And when the time was right, he would strike the final blow to destroy the once proud Lightning.

Lightning and his group stopped short of the London city limits and he felt two things instantly. The first was the three aspects, somewhere within the Gauntlet. He couldn't pin point them, but he knew they were there. The second, the one that got his heart racing, was even through all the humans and other creatures within the city, he could sense Tempest. Her scent plowing into him like a sledgehammer. Enough that he had to grab his chest to reign in the the emotions trying to take hold. The anger began to rise but with nothing fueling it, it dyed out quickly. That was going to be a problem. But he kept it hidden and said to his group "Chanler. Go speak to your brethren that reside within the city. We need eyes everywhere. But just eyes. I don't want them getting any more involved." Chanler nodded and dismounted shifting midway through to dash quickly into a nearby sewer opening. Lightning and the other two dismounted and headed into the city.

Grandfather Thunder watched all three of them. His son, He who grasps the Lightning, his mate Tempest the vampire turned mortal, she who bared his grandchild, and Lightning's Anger that had taken to calling itself Thunder. It was blasphemous yet fitting. He regretted having to have done this to his son, but Grandfather needed to know. Was he ready? He watched and wondered, waiting for the battle to come, and hoping that the city of London didn't suffer for it.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptyMon Jun 09, 2014 10:06 pm

The spot between her shoulders itched, the first indication that she should be wary. Yet all seemed to be in place. The loft, or town house as the locals preferred to call it, provided the best security money could by. Not that it meant much she knew, considering she made her living off of getting around the impenetrable security that mundane forces specialized in.

What she should have done was call in backup, but all those years with Lazarus had left her paranoid. There was no one that she could trust. The closest she'd had, she left in Asguard. Thinking of him, despite her anger, still made her chest ache and she hated herself for not just being able to forget him like she had countless others.

No, he was proving his point and he wasn't even here to argue it

It was maddening!

So she busied herself around the house, listening to loud music and trying not to think about her increasingly dire circumstances. Or the knot between her shoulders that refused to untangle itself.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptyMon Jun 09, 2014 10:21 pm

Chanler hurriedly approached the three of them and began speaking rapidly "Ulfric, My kin has informed me of three powerful men that have entered the city limits within the last week. They do not know where they have gone, but they do know that they are here. I am sorry if this information is unhelpful.". Chanler bowed his head and stepped back. Lightning continued to move forward through the street, its inhabitants subconsciously moving out of his way. He knew he was getting close because the anger began to rise in him again, only it was getting stronger. He stopped in front of a string of apartments looking around. He heard distant thunder and knew he was in the right place.

Lightning.He was here. He didn't look as weak as he had. But still, Thunder would end him quickly but not here. He had other things to do first. This song and dance had to be carefully planed, but first he wanted to make a statement. He extended his hand upward and concentrated. Storm clouds began to form above him as he slipped into the Material Plane. His hand began to twirl causing the storm clouds to swirl and become malicious.

Grandfather watched as Thunder began to call upon his stolen strength, and knew what was coming. And he was powerless to do nothing but watch.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptyMon Jun 09, 2014 10:40 pm

. She looked up in the direction of the nearest window, muting the episode of Hemlock Grove she had been watching. There was no mistaking it, the weather had taken a sudden and violent turn. The knot tightened, warning her of nearby danger, but was not yet screaming for her to act.

"What the fuck..." She muttered quietly to herself and reached over to pick the gun up off of the couch from where it had rested beside her. Rising easily to her feet she walked over to the switch and cut the power to the apartment. Plunging herself into darkness that was illuminated only by the erratic lightening outside.

Something bad was about to happen, she could feel it.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptyMon Jun 09, 2014 10:53 pm

The lights in the windows abruptly shut off, but that was no matter he could still see her. With a vicious smile and he clenched his fist and forcefully brought his hand down aiming it at the window he watched, cackling loudly his voice being drowned out as the bolt of lightning seared downward towards the window its only concern was destruction.

Lightning saw him to late as the lightning erupted from the clouds that had suddenly appeared. Making a split second decision he leapt into the air reaching out. The lightning was wrong, misguided. He had to stop the destruction that would ensue. The protection of whoever was inside that apartment was more important than his task right now. He grabbed the bolt and it seared his skin as he willed it into his control. He roared as it fought him unrelenting wanting to complete its task.

Time seemed to stop for Grandfather as he watched his son unknowingly leap to almost certain doom to unwittingly save his mate. He watched as Lightning proved his name sake. He who grasps the Lightning. His son was always know to grab the bull by the horns and walk away unscathed. Never willing to settle except for one person. A tear came to his eye as he watched.

The pain was intense. Lightning had never felt pain like this. His nerve's were on fire as the bolt fought against him, and he hung in the air for what seemed an eternity. With one final push of will He forced the bolt into the Torq on his wrist commanding it to do his will. The bolt protested one last time before obeying him, blowing him back into the window it had been aiming for. Lightning saw the man across the way only briefly, but he knew it was Him.

What a fool! Thunder couldn't have planned it better. They would see one another and he would fall apart once more. Let the game begin. He cackled once more before fading away again.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptySat Jun 21, 2014 4:45 am

Footsteps crunched lightly on the aged rooftop that moments ago had supported the fraction of Ulric that called itself Thunder. He and his companions not slighted for missing her presence. There was a reason Tenebrous Veil was so highly coveted. The cherry of a filter less Lucky Strike flared dimly in the shadows that crowded around her slender, leather clad form. Burgundy strands turned black under their insubstantial caress.

Spring green eyes had a lovely view of the decimated window across the street, but didn't hold to it. She had no interest in watching the unexpected reunion that was taking place beyond the shattered sill. In fact, those aloof orbs flared to a smoldering acid green as she forced her gaze back to the task at hand.

Quiet as a shadow she began her investigation, more certain now then she had been before that the storm had left this place and that she was free to find what there was to find. Without running the risk of interruption.

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The uneasy knot between her shoulder blades tightened painfully a fraction of a second before the air crackled with the build up of an eager, anticipatory static. Like the world had sucked in it's breath while it waited for the blow to fall. There was the flair, the flash, but no impact. Having battled her fair share of magic users, she knew what it felt like when arcane power summoned lightening from the heavens.

Fuck, how had they found her already?

The light outside just got brighter, the air sharper, but still the attack didn't fall. No, the world ceased to rotate on it's axis for a scattered handful of rapid heartbeats. Then her plexiglass window had impossibly shattered, and a large figure had tumbled smoking across her apartment only to crash through, not into, the far wall and finally come to rest on the floor in the bedroom beyond it.


Training and muscle memory led to her taking that first step in the intruders direction, before she stopped herself. That ceaseless mental voice reminding her that she was useless against anything but another human in her current state. If this individual was still moving, then she was outmatched. It was of course, too dark for her mortal eyes to make out any specifics about the silhouette that was still smouldering slightly on her floor.

By the Fates how that ate away at her pride.

Glancing around her, she oped to enact her long considered escape plan and for the first time that she could recall since death, she walked away from a fight. Her path would led her to the closet by the door for the bag of goodies stashed within. Then out into the the hall, and out of one of the multitude of exits she had made sure the building had.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptySat Jun 21, 2014 5:37 am

UUUGH! His body hurt something fierce. Every nerve was screeching at him, every muscle protesting. His senses were all but dull except his smell. He smelled smoldering shifter. Oh right, that's me he thought. But underneath that he smelled something else. Something...familiar. His eyes snapped open to catch a glimpse of black hair with blue highlights dashing through the door of the apartment. His body refused to cooperate as he stumbled to his feet and then to the door. He watched the woman tear down the hall way. The way she moved caused him to start moving after her. His feet just didnt seem to get with the program. He fumbled his way to the elevator as the doors opened. Lucky. He practically fell into it and slammed the 'G' button, and the box he was in lurched as it began to fall downward. The ding seemed to come years later as the doors slide open. His body had started to recover slightly and began to do as it was told. Her scent was stronger, she must have just passed by here. Four floors up and she made it down here already? Even as a mortal she was fast. He followed the scent out one of the back doors into an alleyway. He looked both ways and caught her turning the corner onto one of the streets. He ripped after her falling against the side of the building just short of the exit. He watched her sprint away from him down the street. It couldnt have been her. Theres no way. Large hands fell onto his shoulders and the booming voice that went with them kept him from lashing out "Ulfric, I dont know who she is, but you should probably let her go." Dom seemed genuinely concerned. He didnt care though. That was Tempest. That was his mate! He couldnt let her go! He started to move and his legs finally had had enough. Buckling he fell to the ground barely able to keep himself up. He reached out willing her to turn and see him. To see that he had come to her, come to find her. Come to keep his promise. The world swam and began to fade. His last image was the mane of black and blue echo away into the crowd. Of Temp running from him.

The Ulfric finally sagged and fell unconcious. Dom looked up and watched the woman running. She moved like a predator, but beyond that she didnt seem like a threat. Her hair however spoke volumes. That was Tempest. Lupa of the Nation. The Vampire queen of the Garou. Why was she running? Gisela stepped up beside him watching the woman "Is that who i think it is?" Her voice seemed concerned, but he knew better. Gisela never cared for the vampires, and certainly not for the Lupa. "Yes, Madam Silver Fang it is. Our concern right now is the Ulfric. Chanler!" He looked over his shoulder to the sulking Ratkin "Follow that woman, keep an eye on her. If she gets into trouble i want to be the first one to know." The ratkin nodded and disappeared. Dom would make true on his promise to his elder, 'Speaks to the Gods'. The Storm Lords would be resureccted. Dom picked up the Ulfric and walked in the direction of the London Cairn.
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptySat Jun 21, 2014 6:17 am

She wasn't used to running out of breath, but that rather mad plunge out of the building had taken the wind from her. Long legs ached at the effort it took to keep moving, but she ignored them in favor of putting more space between herself and her assailent. The unusually forboding ding of the elevator had been too close for comfort, even though she was already in the ally by the time it tolled.

Her pace didn't falter until she'd hit the crowd of people. Once amidst them she found it an easy task to lose herself in their midst. Just one more mortal on the endless cycle of the mundane. Sleep. Work. Eat. Miss-matched eyes didn't linger on those around her, she slid through the crowd like it was water, weaving in and out of the ceaseless ebb and flow.

She had a destination in mind, but it would take her a while to reach it.

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The London Caern was located just outside of the city, and at the edge of the Bawn their approach was met by a short rather unassuming figure. Her clothing was basic, a pair of jeans, tennis shoes, and a camo shirt that proclaimed mockingly. 'Haha, You Can't See Me". Her meadow blond hair was windblown, but the half wild look suited the personality peering out at them from behind twinkling, cornflower blue, eyes.
"Evening friends." Her voice was pleasant, but was utterly absent of any accent. Those bright stained glass orbs narrowed in concern at Dom, and his unconscious ward. "Can I help?"
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptySat Jun 21, 2014 6:47 am

Dom sized up the woman in front of him. He wasnt entirely pleased to inform anyone of what had happened, or who he held, especially to a Nuwisha. The Coyotes were mischevious tricksters, always mysterious. "Greetings Madam Nuwisha" Dom bowed "My Garou companion here is not in the greatest of shape. He foolishly took the brunt of an elemental attack to save another. He will recover, just needs somewhere safe to heal. May we have use of you facilities?" Dom was uncomfortable asking for help. But he was a warrior, not a healer, and without all of his pack with him he was one short if a battle should ensue. He waited patiently for the Coyote woman to answer, on edge waiting for the battle that threatened and itched between his shoulders.

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Chanler followed the black and blue haired woman. She was nimble and quick, fairly fluidas she moved through the crowd. But not enough to lose him. All though he didnt think she knew he was there. She seemed dead set on a particular path. He followed her for a moment more before he saw him. A wiry looking man in a cloak was stalking down the street towards her, directly in her path. It only took Chanler a moment to conclude that she was in danger. He whispered a message into his Talon and flung it before beelining for the man that had ill intent for the Lupa.

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Thunders words weighed heavy on Blaze. He wanted her one way or another. Blaze protested saying that they didnt need her, but the throb that was the entirety of the right side of his face said otherwise. He watched her as she hurried through the crowd coming directly towards him. He shed the cloak he wore as the flames began to lick across his skin and his nature came to the fore front. He was the Ulfrics Passion. His features displayed the beastial nature of the Glabro form he had as a burst of heat and flame pushed everyone close to him away leaving no one between him and his quarry. He snapped his hand out a conjuring a lick of flame lashing out as if it were a whip. With a quick lash he snapped it out at Tempest viciously not wanting to hurt her...much. The whip was caught short wrapping around a sickly wrist of a young man, with passion in his eyes. He was going to protect her. He would regret that decision

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Chanler lunged at the last second landing in front of the Lupa catching the whip of flames around his wrist, its touch searing and burning, but he refused to show the pain. He spoke over his shoulder to Temp "Ma'am, Im going to have to ask you not to run. I can protect you unless i am between you and him." Glancing over his shoulder to her "And do not take this the wrong way, but you are in no condition to be on your own with the ones that are after you. Please my Lupa, allow me to aid you!"
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PostSubject: Re: The Hunt for One self....   The Hunt for One self.... EmptySat Jun 21, 2014 7:59 am

Her danger sense flashed a moment before the rolling heat from the flame kissed along her skin.

She'd been distracted, thoughts turned inward to the oh-so-recent past. To that permanently affixed image of Lightening burned like a promise into her mind's eye. To the Ulfric lounging half broken on the ancient marble throne. To that single heart piercing forest green eye watching her from beneath ragged strands of his hair.

That had been it, the moment that she'd fallen for him despite every part of her self preservation warning her away. It's spidery hissing to her conscious mind came in the same form it always did; a lifetime worth of happy memories, each shadowed and broken by the black silhouette and obsidian eyes of her Sire. A proverbial specter that forever dogged her steps. Forcing her to remember always his harshest lesson above all others.

The only person she could trust in, was herself.

There was no time to respond, one second she was free and clear, and the next she found herself confronted with an inferno that vaguely resembled someone... No leniency was granted in order for her to take the necessary time to register the specifics of the shifter. No, instead as that air parting crack snapped through the air, she simply did what she could to brace for impact.

At first she thought she was in shock, that her newest assailant had landed his blow true to his venomous intent. That the damage was so severe, that her human body was blocking out the promised agony. Then the strangers voice had cut through the air. Most of what he said was lost as her eyes popped open, and dawning realization overtook her. The basics that she got were 'Don't run, my Lupa.'

Her expression was pained as she looked her protector over with a brief sweep of her eyes. While she knew little of the laws of the Garou nation, she had studied briefly the expectations of a Lupa. A part of her twisted as the scent of his burning flesh hit her nose.

As his Lupa, it was her job to protect him.

Not the other way around.

Outrage blossomed somewhere near her core during those impossibly brief seconds.  As he glanced over his shoulder at her, she locked her gaze on his momentarily shaken out of her grief something sinister slithered past behind her hard expression. Tempest broke the eye contact with Chanler, head lifting just far enough that she could pin that granite gaze on the whip's owner.

"Stop!" She commanded. Outrageously, her voice held a certain resonating authority to it that had nothing to do with vampire power. This tone belonged to the nameless blonde bartender she had one been, before she'd ever been introduced to the reality of things. The girl who could halt drunken brawls at twenty paces with a hard look.

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If she noticed Dom's caution, she gave no indication if it. Instead she nodded mutely, and stepped out of their path. "Follow the deer trail, head toward the center of the wood. There's a waterfall in the clearing. That will help him." Uncharacteristic of her kind, her expression was serious as she spoke. Worry dancing through her eyes. "Your path is clear Brothers and sister's. None shall halt your progress."

Without waiting for an answer she flowed seamlessly down into a tawny coyote, and tilted her head back. Loosing a silvery howl that would make most Gallierds green with envy. The lilting song carried her promise to them outward to all the ears that were open to hear it.

There were many.
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Dom nodded in thanks and began to move down the path. He watched the many eyes to peered out at them. No sooner had they breached the clearing than the Whispering Talon appeared 'Fists! Theres trouble. Come quick!' Dom instantly fell into action. The Ulfric's body was rapidly yet gently placed by the waterfall, and he began to move in Chanlers direction. Gisela called out to Dom causing him to turn. The site in which he saw was unexplainable. The Ulfric was glowing. Green! The nature around him seemed to be reaching out for him. But he couldnt stay and watch Gaia touch her son. He had to get to his pack mate. He turned and ran once more calling to Gisela "Stay with him! Watch over him!". His massive form lumbered back up the path at blinding speed. His hand extending out as he shouted "GOLEM! TIME TO SLAM!". The large Ironbark bo staff seemed to appear from no where flying into his hand. He poured more speed on and bulleted up and over a building leaping from roof top to roof top. He hoped that he was able to get there in time. Chanler was never one to play like this.

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Blaze heard her words and couldnt help but laugh. "Stop? You think you can command me to stop?! I am the Passion that fuels him! I am the Drive that keeps him moving forward! I AM BLAZE THAT WHICH BURNS IN HIS HEART!" The sickly little boy was in his way. With a flick of his wrist the whip of flame buckled and roiled yanking the boy into the air throwing him towards a building. With that annoyance out of the way Blaze reared back to lash out at Temp once more.

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Chanler felt his feet leave the ground and himself flying. Rats should never fly. This was gonna suck. If he werent a rat. With a giggle Chanler flipped in mid air landing against the side of the building on the pads of his feet. "Look at the mother fucker. Im fuckin spiderman!" His legs surged as he rocketed off of the wall at the flame guy, short curved daggers appearing in his hands as his body flashed from human to Ratman just before slamming into him like a bullet. It was like hitting a steel wall.

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Blaze felt the little bug slam into him, and then promptly bounce off. Silly rats. Blaze smiled as he lashed out his whip flying, searing through the air only to get pinned to the ground by a large Ironbark staff, being held by a creature that should only exist in the Garou legends. A large and mighty Gurahl, one of the fabled bears of old, held the staff staring at him with murderous intent. Willing the whip away Blaze quickly conjured a swirl of flame around him in hopes of keeping the bear at bay. His eyes flitted to Tempest as he spoke "Dont think your safe Tempest! Thunder will have you one way or another! And not even your precious bear can protect you!" With another swirl Blaze faded back into the Gauntlet and roared back to Thunder. Oh he was not going to be happy.

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Dom had gotten there just in time. Now Chanler was going to need healing to. Young dumb idiot! He looked down at the Lupa and kneeled as he shifted, Golem shrinking with him. "Milady, I am sorry about this. But i believe the best course now would be to come with us, that we may keep you safe until you can recover your strength. Your mate would never forgive me if i did not at least offer our assistance." Dom's form finally settled in his Near-Human form which was the closest he could get to human. He stood and walked over to retrieve Chanlers unconcious form and looked over at the Garou's Lupa.
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"Button button, whose got the button?" The girl, with the cold emerald eyes, mused under her breath wandering systematically back and forth as she searched the rooftop. As if she had already sectioned it into a grid in her head. Finally as if disappointed that the obvious answer was the correct one, her heavy boots came to rest just behind where Thunder had stepped across into Mortalis. "My moneys on the witch."

Crouching down, balancing delicately on the balls of her feet, the tails of her duster settling around her like sable feathered wingtips, the black scale of the soft leather gleaming dimly under the touch of distant city lights. A quick fingered hand was held out a foot or so above the point of interest.

The tingle of magic flowed over her hand, prickling the exposed skin with pins and needles. Pulling her hand back, she shook it and flexed her fingers to rid herself of the metaphysical residue. With a resigned sigh, she shifted her position so that she was sitting cross legged, and withdrew a cigarette, a lighter and her cellphone from her pants of many pockets.

The smoke and lighter were set off to the side, and glancing briefly at the screen of her phone, noting that it was 11:59pm, she tapped a button to set an alarm for 12:04 before taking the phone off of silent.
Once this familiar ritual was accomplished, she set the phone down beside the cigarette. Finally settled, she reached out again, this time placing her hand firmly onto the rooftop. Even with her fingers splayed, her they didn't reach to the edges of Thunders footprint. That was about all she had time to notice before her head rocked back and those impartial eyes snapped closed.

Her world exploded into brilliant white, and images began to flash through her minds eye in rapid, flashing sequence.
From Thunder's perspective it was a far different event, and even she was given pause by Thunders malicious intent. She was a bitch, but he was just... spiteful.

The montage ended, and she went from being weightless adrift in a sea of stars, to plummeting into the maw of the yawning abyss.

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The beeping of the alarm pulled her back to consciousness, her eyes fluttered open and swept back and forth before she shook her head to clear it. Fumbling for her phone, she managed to stop it's shrill chirping through sheer desperate luck. The migraine was fading, but each ring was like an icepick into her temple.

Once silence descended, she located her smoke and lighter and managed the complicated feat of touching flame to tobacco after a couple of attempts. She was getting better, the thought brought a wry smile to life as she took her first drag. The images were scattered, too jumbled to make much sense, that would come with time, but for now it would be enough.

By the time she snuffed out the smoke, her senses had mostly returned, and the butt was pocketed as she got back to her feet. Dusting her hands off, she used a booted foot to scruff out the last of the lingering imprint. yet another pocket was searched, and she pulled out a small jade bird etched with spidery runes. Bringing the item to her lips she whispered the words that awoke the spirit inside.

The short phrase ended, and a small orange glow blinked into existence before her. It drifted around in absent circles for a few moments before shooting off in a seemingly random direction. Grinning she took a few running steps and leapt fearlessly off the rooftop after the wisp. Her slender form vanishing from sight with flair of shadowy flames.

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Tempest glowered at Dom when she finally tore her gaze from the spot that Blaze had vanished. The angry expression finally faulterd, and delicate brows furrowed as the full implications of the unfortunate situation finally hit home.

Her selfishness was getting people hurt.
Those proud shoulders sagged as she finally gave in, and nodded without looking back at the Ratkin. "Lets go."
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Chanler climbed to his feet and walked over to Dom. He would have been rat toast had the brother bear not shown up. He turned to the Lupa "Are you all right?". He ignored every ache in his body hiding it from not just Dom and the Lupa but himself as well. Fuck pain, pain was useless. It just got in the way

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Dom watched Chanler seeing his body burned bruised battered and otherwise beaten. He shouldnt be able to stand let alone speak right now. Stubborn little rat. He couldnt help but smile at the little guy though. He reached down picked up Temp and put her on his shoulder "Sorry ma'am, but i think itll be quicker this way. You coming....Spiderman?" Dom started laughing as he walked into an alley heading back in the direction of the Caern.

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The insolent, idiotic waste of energy! How could he allow himself to bested, BY A RAT!! Thunder dropped Blazes body, making a wet splat on the floor. He seethed his way back upstairs to the evening sky. The sun was almost down, which meant their hunt would be beginning within the next hour. Of course after what he just did to Blaze they were probably going to be one short. No matter he had plenty more, no reason to have to take all of his underlings with him all the time. He looked out over the small valley to the tents set up and the bestial, rugged, savage looking shifters gathered. Outcasts, vagabonds, Dancers. Those that did not answer the call of the Moot, nor the answer to the crown were gathered. Thunder stood and watched them as they all prepared, and smiled viciously.

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The hallway was long, almost unending. Where the hell was he, Lightning thought to himself. Looking around the hallway he stood in went on and on in both directions. He started to hear sounds, almost like screams coming from one end. Instinctively he took off heading for the screaming.

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Grandfather saw Lightning's body, but where had he really run off to. He was not where he should be. That green glow about him didn't look right either. That was not an embrace from Gaia. This was not part of his test. Grandfather suddenly realized what was going on and became enraged. He almost couldnt control himself as he roared. The number of hands that seemed to come from nowhere and latch onto his limbs was mind blowing. All of their voices blended together to where he couldnt understand any of them. He roared once more, this time making audible words 'Vile Wrymling'. The burst of energy that came from him sent the rest of them flying as he seared and rocketed his way to the face of Gaia.
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Dom, with Temp on his shoulder and Chanler at his side, didnt sense the raw energy until the bolt of impossible purple and yellow lightning struck the Caern directly over where the Ulfrics body laid. But his mind didnt stop there, Gisela was still there! Dom took off moving as fast as he could. He hoped that was not who he thought it was.

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Gisela climbed to her feet quickly her shield and sword drawn, and already moving to put herself between the Ulfric and the large armor clad Viking like man, his armor colored gold and purple. He stood directly in the middle of the large scorch mark where that bolt of lightning had just hit. Who was he, what was he doing here. He seemed to ignore her and looked directly at the Ulfric. This was going to be bad.
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Tempest finally looked over at the Ratkin, just before Dom reached out to grab her. Side stepping the bears hands, the distence between her and the suicidal shifter was closed with a few light steps. Her heart was still racing, breath flowing past full parted lips as she looked him up and down assessing his wounds. They were numerous, and he was bleeding as he stood there ready to keep fighting if it became necessary.

It was an alien feeling, a stranger who was willing to give there life for her. The part of her that insisted on complete self reliance balked at the very idea of such loyalty for someone, her, that hadn't done a spec to earn it. It was gratitude, not pity, that caused her to reach out and touch Chanler's cheek, and break one of her fundamental ground rules.

Of course, as a vampire she'd lost this ability so it wasn't a rule she could have broken, even if she'd wanted to.

The caress of her fingertips was warm, and after those bi-colored orbs swept the street to assure that the mortal populace was absent to stand as witness, her touch rose degree by degree until it was just this side of so hot that any rational individual would have pulled away before they ran the very serious risk of getting burned. It would be difficult for Chanler to concentrate on anything but the heat for what felt like an eternity. But to Dom, who could see the lost blood rolling backward into wounds that slowly at first, then with an slowly building momentum, sealed themselves and left no hint of scar in their absence.

Tempest swayed on her feet when she finally pulled her hand back from the Ratkin. Light headed and and a touch giddy, though the assassin would never have admitted to it, she turned to nod at Dom. "Let's go." She said again, eyes blinking rapidly as she shook her head in an attempt to clear it.

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The slender coyote was, as always, ground zero to the storm when it struck. Though much smaller then Gisela, she stepped up beside her between the great viking, and the unconscious Ulfric. Cornflower blue eyes danced over the mans armor, his weapons, that majestic beard, and the scowl twisting across his lined features and formerly concerned orbs began to dance with a rather delighted and almost unreasonable amount of curiosity.

She might have been Coyote's favorite daughter, but she recognized one of the oldest totem spirits when she stood before him. Dropping to a knee, she bowed her head respectively. When her voice broke the uncomfortable silence her tone was as respectful as it ever got, her ancient Norse flawless as it parted the air between them. "Grandfather." Came her humble bid for his attention. "Welcome to the Caern of London."

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So this was where all of those who didn't support the King of Kings had holed up. Glacier green eyes swept like a child wind over the gathered masses huddled around their fires, and sharpening their mismatched weapons and donning their secondhand armor. Against the forces of the Ulfric and his people they would be an annoyance at best.

Arrogance was so unattractive, let alone foolhardy.

She had appeared on the hill beyond the valley that supported the dark mass of wold be soldiers, wiry silhouette masked by the treeline. He had appeared in a curl of shadow, the fiery orb bobbing briefly before disappearing. It's departure letting her know that she had found the place she was seeking. Calling her power two her, she wrapped the Obfuscate around her like a cloak. Anyone with the power to break through it, would be powerful enough to take her to the one she sought in this dim place.

She started forward, one foot placed exactly in front of the other, making her gait more of a stroll then a walk. Her path would take her straight through the camp, and to the hill that held the structure of their would be general.
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