Alternative start to Raven meeting Baranthus (Not used)
Nov 11, 2014 13:53:33 GMT
Post by Admin on Nov 11, 2014 13:53:33 GMT
« Thread started on: Sep 8th, 2014, 10:05pm »
This was an original beginning idea for how Raven (Catalia) seeks out Baranthus to ask his favor in killing Devon. This beginning was not used, but it was a decent piece of work and seemed worthy of saving.
Nothing further was done with this piece of work.
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written 5/1/14
She looked at him as she finished dressing and sighed. She loved him... correction, HAD loved him. Now what she had was undefinable even in the expanded immortal definition set she had developed since being embraced. Some things weren't definable in the mortal world... forever, true love, eternity... pure hatred. Those words were mere shadows of what her kind experienced over the decades and centuries of their extended existences.
She walked out of the room and headed downstairs. Devon would be asleep for at least two more hours. She always woke before he did... ever since her embrace. Perhaps it was her own mind and body giving her the opportunity to leave, to run, to escape the life he had trapped her in for all eternity, for she was a coward and couldn't ever seem to carry thru with her veiled threats of ending her life and making him truly miserable.
Stepping out the door and draping her cloak about her lithe form, her emerald eyes gazed up at the heavens. Was there still a Heaven up there? “Can you hear me, heavenly Father of the mortals... can you forgive me? Can you save me?” Getting no answer, as she had expected, she shook her head at her folly and smiled noticing the clouds uncovering the newly filled sphere of the moon. It shone bright enough that even if she hadn't had the heightened perfect night vision of her vampyric form, she could have seen well enough without a lantern. She was glad of it tonight. Glad of the full moon and what it meant...
The werewolves would be out in force this night.
Raven smiled wickedly while at the same time seeming to sigh in resignation at what she was about to do. Stepping off the final step of Serenade, Raven headed towards the woods. They would find her, they always did. Tonight, though was different... tonight she WANTED to be found.
**
Baranthus stood on the rock outcropping and gazed down at the vampire boldly striding across his hunting ground. She was bold and stupid. But, he smiled. That was what he liked most about her.
He nodded to his Ulfric, the law keeper of his pack, and the man slid into the shadows and went to greet their guest. He turned and strode back towards his own keep to await her arrival. Tonight would be a special moon indeed...
**
Raven reached slender fingers up to lift and remove the hood of her cloak. Pushing the edges off her shoulders, allowing the toggle at her throat to keep it from falling, she left her hands free to show those following her that she bore no weapons. She wore a simple gown of deepest burgundy with silver threads chasing a pattern along the throat, cuff and hemline of the material. The silver was real, the pattern was an ancient one of protection. Devon had given it to her as a anniversary gift so many years ago now she couldn't even recall. It seemed somehow fitting to be wearing it now as she stalked into the enemy's territory and blatantly announced her arrival by making no attempt to hide her footfalls or silence her slightly nervous humming.
She finally stopped and smiled. “Good evening, Michael. How are you this full moon? Hope your hunt is successful.” She hadn't turned, hadn't looked, but she had smelled the Ulfric as he approached.
“Good evening, Lady Raven. It is good to see you again. Lord Baranthus is awaiting you. I was sent to escort you, as usual.” The tall man who stepped from the shadows was lean and cut like a farm hand with plenty of work to keep him busy. But Michael was no farm hand. He was the Alpha's Second in Command.. and the dealer of death and justice. He was the strong arm of the Alpha, the one who led their pack. And as such, no one seeing Baranthus, not even one as fair as Raven, got to him without seeing Michael first. “And I thank you for your well wishes.” He smiled and offered his arm as he winked. “So far my hunting is perfect as always.” As she slid her arm into the offered crook of his, a light hissing sounded and Michael jumped back rubbing at the slight burn mark. Growling low he lengthened his fingernails in rage and stepped back towards Raven.
“What are you wearing that would bring harm to me? Because I cannot allow it close to my Lord. You surely know that, Dark One.” The tone was bordering on a growl and his words were beginning to almost rasp together as he fought the instinct to change to a wolf and tear the female upstart apart.
She shook her head and held out her arms. “I wear a gift... but I will not shed it till I am before your Lord and Master. Take me to him now, Ulfric... as you were commanded. Stay between him and I if you wish while I deliver my message, but know I will give it to no one but him. As always.” She turned and showed him she had no other weapons and nothing for him to fear but the silver threading.
Accepted but not pleased, Michael swept his hand forward. “You know the way... but one misstep, Lady Raven, and I will face the wrath of my Lord gladly as I explain why your corpse now lies among the debris of the forest floor.” He followed behind as she strode with confidence up the unseen path towards the home of the Werewolf King.
**
This was an original beginning idea for how Raven (Catalia) seeks out Baranthus to ask his favor in killing Devon. This beginning was not used, but it was a decent piece of work and seemed worthy of saving.
Nothing further was done with this piece of work.
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written 5/1/14
She looked at him as she finished dressing and sighed. She loved him... correction, HAD loved him. Now what she had was undefinable even in the expanded immortal definition set she had developed since being embraced. Some things weren't definable in the mortal world... forever, true love, eternity... pure hatred. Those words were mere shadows of what her kind experienced over the decades and centuries of their extended existences.
She walked out of the room and headed downstairs. Devon would be asleep for at least two more hours. She always woke before he did... ever since her embrace. Perhaps it was her own mind and body giving her the opportunity to leave, to run, to escape the life he had trapped her in for all eternity, for she was a coward and couldn't ever seem to carry thru with her veiled threats of ending her life and making him truly miserable.
Stepping out the door and draping her cloak about her lithe form, her emerald eyes gazed up at the heavens. Was there still a Heaven up there? “Can you hear me, heavenly Father of the mortals... can you forgive me? Can you save me?” Getting no answer, as she had expected, she shook her head at her folly and smiled noticing the clouds uncovering the newly filled sphere of the moon. It shone bright enough that even if she hadn't had the heightened perfect night vision of her vampyric form, she could have seen well enough without a lantern. She was glad of it tonight. Glad of the full moon and what it meant...
The werewolves would be out in force this night.
Raven smiled wickedly while at the same time seeming to sigh in resignation at what she was about to do. Stepping off the final step of Serenade, Raven headed towards the woods. They would find her, they always did. Tonight, though was different... tonight she WANTED to be found.
**
Baranthus stood on the rock outcropping and gazed down at the vampire boldly striding across his hunting ground. She was bold and stupid. But, he smiled. That was what he liked most about her.
He nodded to his Ulfric, the law keeper of his pack, and the man slid into the shadows and went to greet their guest. He turned and strode back towards his own keep to await her arrival. Tonight would be a special moon indeed...
**
Raven reached slender fingers up to lift and remove the hood of her cloak. Pushing the edges off her shoulders, allowing the toggle at her throat to keep it from falling, she left her hands free to show those following her that she bore no weapons. She wore a simple gown of deepest burgundy with silver threads chasing a pattern along the throat, cuff and hemline of the material. The silver was real, the pattern was an ancient one of protection. Devon had given it to her as a anniversary gift so many years ago now she couldn't even recall. It seemed somehow fitting to be wearing it now as she stalked into the enemy's territory and blatantly announced her arrival by making no attempt to hide her footfalls or silence her slightly nervous humming.
She finally stopped and smiled. “Good evening, Michael. How are you this full moon? Hope your hunt is successful.” She hadn't turned, hadn't looked, but she had smelled the Ulfric as he approached.
“Good evening, Lady Raven. It is good to see you again. Lord Baranthus is awaiting you. I was sent to escort you, as usual.” The tall man who stepped from the shadows was lean and cut like a farm hand with plenty of work to keep him busy. But Michael was no farm hand. He was the Alpha's Second in Command.. and the dealer of death and justice. He was the strong arm of the Alpha, the one who led their pack. And as such, no one seeing Baranthus, not even one as fair as Raven, got to him without seeing Michael first. “And I thank you for your well wishes.” He smiled and offered his arm as he winked. “So far my hunting is perfect as always.” As she slid her arm into the offered crook of his, a light hissing sounded and Michael jumped back rubbing at the slight burn mark. Growling low he lengthened his fingernails in rage and stepped back towards Raven.
“What are you wearing that would bring harm to me? Because I cannot allow it close to my Lord. You surely know that, Dark One.” The tone was bordering on a growl and his words were beginning to almost rasp together as he fought the instinct to change to a wolf and tear the female upstart apart.
She shook her head and held out her arms. “I wear a gift... but I will not shed it till I am before your Lord and Master. Take me to him now, Ulfric... as you were commanded. Stay between him and I if you wish while I deliver my message, but know I will give it to no one but him. As always.” She turned and showed him she had no other weapons and nothing for him to fear but the silver threading.
Accepted but not pleased, Michael swept his hand forward. “You know the way... but one misstep, Lady Raven, and I will face the wrath of my Lord gladly as I explain why your corpse now lies among the debris of the forest floor.” He followed behind as she strode with confidence up the unseen path towards the home of the Werewolf King.
**