Post by Cealla on Oct 11, 2010 10:47:24 GMT -5
Little had been seen of the lycans around Firefox lately, with the exception of a few of the more socialized members of the pack. Cealla, however, was not one of those exceptions. Every attempt on her part to engage in some sort of normalcy had been met with internal resistance, the sort that could not be ignored for long periods of time. And thus she appeared, withdrew, reappeared, disappeared again. After her most recent retreat, the decision was made that a change of scenery was in order. She hadn't traveled since migrating from England to Spain, and a powerful wanderlust built up inside her until she finally departed.
A part of her had been yearning to meet other lycans on this journey, perhaps ones like her who had been born lycan rather than bitten. the first leg of her journey, which took her through eastern Europe, was spectacularly unsuccessful. Considering the amount of lore originating in that area, it was surprisingly barren of anything besides freezing cold humans and the occasional vampire. It wasn't until she swung north, towards Amsterdam, that she had any luck.
The girl stood in front of the mirror glued to the back of her bedroom door, carefully applying eyeliner while trying not to lose her balance. The few drinks that she had already indulged in were not going to stop her from going out. She'd heard word of a supposedly "supernatural" pub in the red light district earlier in the day, and nothing was going to stop her from investigating.
Her heels clicked along the cobblestone sidewalk as she followed along behind a group of British girls, knowing that in the eyes of an outsider she was one of the group. The pub was dimly lit when she arrived, illuminated only by a neon sign that announced to her that she had reached her destination. A seat at the bar wasn't hard to find, and she soon found that a man in a cloak had taken an interest in her and began buying her drink after drink.
"Are there a lot of wolves around here?" She joked with him, all semblance of secrecy gone from her tone.
"Only in the zoo." He replied with a small laugh, the intentions of which she didn't pick up on immediately. However, no amount of alcohol could make her ignore her instincts. This was not good, not good at all. There was something both familiar and dangerous about this man, and she didn't like it. Her balance got considerably worse as she said good night to him and walked out into the alley, unaware that she was being followed until he had pinned her up against the wall and engulfed them both in his cloak. She knew immediately that she had found the lycans that she was looking for, and regretted it from the instant his tongue touched her face. As she struggled, she knocked his hood down and finally got a good look at a set of features that were all too familiar to her.
"Father."
And so this was how she arrived back in Spain- howling, fur covered in mats, tangles and leaves, looking more of a beast than ever. If there was no love left in this world, what was the point in being alive? What was the point of anything? Charging into the crypt, she used her weight to knock down and destroy anything that wasn't too heavy or pinned down. When her rage finally died, she collapsed upon a marble stone and changed back into her human form, naked and scratched. She hardly even realized the pain coming from her side until she smelled the burning flesh, reaching down to find she was lying on top of a small silver cross. Turning the item over her fingers, she remembered her mother and the way silver eats you from the inside out.
No. It would not come to that.
A part of her had been yearning to meet other lycans on this journey, perhaps ones like her who had been born lycan rather than bitten. the first leg of her journey, which took her through eastern Europe, was spectacularly unsuccessful. Considering the amount of lore originating in that area, it was surprisingly barren of anything besides freezing cold humans and the occasional vampire. It wasn't until she swung north, towards Amsterdam, that she had any luck.
The girl stood in front of the mirror glued to the back of her bedroom door, carefully applying eyeliner while trying not to lose her balance. The few drinks that she had already indulged in were not going to stop her from going out. She'd heard word of a supposedly "supernatural" pub in the red light district earlier in the day, and nothing was going to stop her from investigating.
Her heels clicked along the cobblestone sidewalk as she followed along behind a group of British girls, knowing that in the eyes of an outsider she was one of the group. The pub was dimly lit when she arrived, illuminated only by a neon sign that announced to her that she had reached her destination. A seat at the bar wasn't hard to find, and she soon found that a man in a cloak had taken an interest in her and began buying her drink after drink.
"Are there a lot of wolves around here?" She joked with him, all semblance of secrecy gone from her tone.
"Only in the zoo." He replied with a small laugh, the intentions of which she didn't pick up on immediately. However, no amount of alcohol could make her ignore her instincts. This was not good, not good at all. There was something both familiar and dangerous about this man, and she didn't like it. Her balance got considerably worse as she said good night to him and walked out into the alley, unaware that she was being followed until he had pinned her up against the wall and engulfed them both in his cloak. She knew immediately that she had found the lycans that she was looking for, and regretted it from the instant his tongue touched her face. As she struggled, she knocked his hood down and finally got a good look at a set of features that were all too familiar to her.
"Father."
And so this was how she arrived back in Spain- howling, fur covered in mats, tangles and leaves, looking more of a beast than ever. If there was no love left in this world, what was the point in being alive? What was the point of anything? Charging into the crypt, she used her weight to knock down and destroy anything that wasn't too heavy or pinned down. When her rage finally died, she collapsed upon a marble stone and changed back into her human form, naked and scratched. She hardly even realized the pain coming from her side until she smelled the burning flesh, reaching down to find she was lying on top of a small silver cross. Turning the item over her fingers, she remembered her mother and the way silver eats you from the inside out.
No. It would not come to that.