White Wolf – Part Ten.

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White Wolf 

Part Ten 

”Jealousy and Revenge.” 

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: The early morning chill set in fast as it seeped through the tiny cracks of the window sill, last night’s union was a show of passion and true love between himself and his wife Eryda. Slowly his eyes opened revelling his bright yellow hues, glancing to the right side of him was Eryda half covered on top of his chest as she slept soundly, a simple smile was on his face as he slowly rose out of bed allowing Eryda to sleep in. Slowly he strolled; passing windows as he opened them to allow the cooling breeze into the room, taking out his pipe which was stuffed with fresh tobacco, a simple spark allowed the tobacco the start smouldering as he continued to puff away at it. It wouldn’t be long before Eryda was awake as he knew they would need to gather what supplies they need to make the trip up to the guild masters meeting place, but not before they got something to eat. Quietly he starts to strap on his blackened leather pants and torso, preparing himself for the trials ahead. Once he was ready he smiled as he walked over to the bed once more, leaning in he kissed her cheek, “We need to make a move on darling” as he leaned against the wall waiting for her to wake up, he wondered how Cali was faring. : The kingdom had accepted Vlad’s new bride to be Xyria was everything he needed and more, as he smiled looking her over again, his teeth bared slightly as he held her hand gently “Come, shall we entertain ourselves for the night.” now came the true test, Vlad had accepted her into his arms and called her his own. But he wanted to see how dominate she was.. being a noble female she like all others thought of males of nothing more than toys to entertain themselves with, she boasting so much but would she be able to step up to her word. The doors to the balcony shut as he lead them back into the throne room which they were completely alone, no one dare disturb them at this hour. “Politics can wait for another day, wouldn’t you say” he smirked as he took to his throne again, looking her form over slowly.

CharlotteCarrendar: At the other end of the hall, Cali was already up. Seated on the edge of her bed, she was threading on her gauntlets and snapping them into place, before placing on her shoulder guards. Her fingers moving slowly over her flesh with care as she stared forward. Cali’s mind was in a right state. She couldn’t get the Witcher out of her mind. Even when her eyes closed, that raw pounding need filled her and she was brought little to no relief. Her curse had now erupted into something far more dangerous. She tipped her head slightly forward as her hand lowered from the spiked shoulder guard. When she had arrived in the lands, her first thought – her only thought was to find her husband, her mate and bring him home. That was before she had tasted the Witcher’s never ending renewable energy. His magics….his power was intoxicating. Like a fine wine to that of a drunken fool. Cali’s lips parted as she tried to stifle a cry of desperation. The blood elf was now starting to regret ever having met the Witcher. The night before she had him fall to his knees at her feet and she fed in what was a state of bliss. She engorged herself to the point she was almost sick. Cali slowly opened her eyes and went to stand. Her head shaking as she snarled – angry at herself. ~”What if I lose control? What if…I have a frenzy?”~ this was what was raging in her mind. Cali had to be strong. She had to remember what she was searching for. Before it was too late. Gathering her pole arm, she headed for the door and went out to the hall. The Blood elf knew that the Witcher was with his love – his mate. Dread filled her. Slowly she headed downstairs to wait for the time to leave. :: The throne chambers of the Vampires were abandoned by all the servants and court in waiting. A wise move, for the newly anointed Queen and her King needed alone time, in order to truly cement this relationship. She had said she could be the dominant, and she wanted to do more than prove herself. With stealth she approached her King, walking around him and then as she stood in behind, she reached around, tearing the very buttons from his shirt as his material gave way and she gave one last tug as it fell to the ground. His back fully exposed to her she licked her lips in anticipation. A lone hand moved to the back of his head and seized his scalp, yanking it back to her as she bent her head, her lips to his ear. ”I mark my prize….with lust.” She no sooner dug her claws into his chest from behind and dragged them to make him feel her need to be ravenous with him. :: In the other end of the tavern Eryda stirred to the Witcher’s kiss. ”Mmmm more time…more…that.” The red haired witcher mused, before rolling over, her sheet slipping away to expose her ripe bosom to his gaze. ”Good Morning, my love.” She mused as she slipped out from the covers and brought him into her arms. ”I’m hungry.” Her eyes danced as she winked at him, so happy to be with him again.<3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she rose from her bed, his eyes looking over her perfect form, as she brought him into her arms he kissed her neck softly “ We shall eat before we resupply or you could have a go at feeding off me ” his arms wrapped around her naked form as he drew her in closer with a smirk against his lips. He was happy that they were finally together and they could work as a team becoming more powerful to no ends. His fingers trail up her back as he slaps her ass “Get dressed, I’ll meet you downstairs for a meal “ he smirked as he walked his way out of the room and downstairs where he noticed the empty tavern with only few here for a morning meal, Cali was the last he noticed as he gave her a slight nod before coming to sit at the same table “How do you fare Cali? “ he knew that Cali was finding it hard having Eryda around, she almost seemed shy which wasn’t like her. “We eat, resupply than move out” he leaned against the table slightly and glanced her over “Tell me if you need to feed again, no need to make you starve” he smiled lightly as he just offered himself up to her once more. “:he watched as she slowly walked and disappeared behind him, he heard her words as his skin shivered, as her claws dug into his chest and grazed their way up, his lips parted slightly as he growled playfully. “ I am your object after all” he smirked as his eyes glowed a dark red, wanting to see her wild side, as he gripped her wrist and swung her to stand in front, he pulled her to stand on the throne towering him as he leaned in and kissed her skin softly “ I am yours” slowly he looked up towards her, his eyes getting lost in hers almost hypnotizing him into a state, his fingers ran from her legs up her stomach slowly towards her chest, he wanted her to go wild and have her way with him, “And just what object do you see me as in this moment” he smirks as he was interested to see how devious she was.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Eryda laughed at her mate’s suggestion that she feed off of him. She was a witcher, like he and she did not feed off another creature. Not like Cali would. For a moment, Eryda’s eyes darkened. The knowledge that the Blood elf fed on her mate last night still heavy in her mind. She had to push back any jealous thoughts. It would only serve to corrupt her and that was the last thing she needed. Eryda had decided to stay at her mate’s side rather than go off on her own like so many times before. This was going to work for them. It had too. His kiss was full of love and admiration and when breaking it, he urged her to dress so that they may be on their way. ”Of course. I shan’t be long.” Eryda said, as she watched her beloved leave their room. Left to her own devices, she dressed quickly, and thought about the day that was ahead of them. A meeting with the council. Oh there would be harsh words said, she knew that for a fact. A war with the Vampire Queen was a very real possibility, and the other witchers would be none too happy with that turn of events. They were supposed to be neutral. Yet now they had to take a side against the Vampires, whose alliance had been broken by the Queen’s lustful taste for the Witcher. What was it with women and her mate, Eryda wondered. All she knew was that she loved him with a whole heart, and nothing could ever change that. Down at the food hall of the Tavern, Cali was leaning against one of the support beams, with no interest in feeding on that of mortal food. While many around her did eat, the kind of food she needed was talking to her. She actually averted her gaze when the Witcher offered himself if she needed a feed. It took every ounce of her being to say. ”No, I’m good for now.” She wasn’t really, but she felt she had to lie. Dare he see the glowing green hues that were a strong signal of that need. She appeared by her body language as though ready to make a move. Course, they had to wait for Eryda. :: The Queen loved the King’s enthusiasm, the wild fire of red in his eyes. The way he seized her wrist and pulled her around before him to follow him to the throne where he stood her on the seat so she towered over him. She felt the light press of his lips on her skin, and she gazed down at him, her urges rising and building within her form. Her lips parted as she snarled at him ”You are mine…and will do what I want. You are my toy for pleasure.” Her feet parted and she tore away the flimsy cloth that covered her lower regions. Gripping his head, she forced his head forward, and ordered him abruptly. ”Tease me with your tongue” He would be unable to resists, as her clawed hands worked his head forward, nails digging in as she let out a cry of passion. <3>

IceTe3a: He looks Cali over slightly, as he nods “As you wish” he orders a meal for himself and Eryda while they wait for her, he glances back to Cali “After we’ve informed the guild masters we make way to your husband, I dare say this Is the last town we will be in before there, I suggest stocking up on what you need before we leave.” As the inn keeper brought over two plates of various cooked meats and foods he was tossed a few gold coins for the food and sent on his way. Glancing up at the stairs he noticed Eryda walking down towards them, as he smiled lightly at her. As he set into his meal he knew Mersa would be outside waiting for them, wanting a meal of her own, he would have to stop off at the meat vendor to find a suitable meal for her. He smiles as he welcomes his wife to the table, still chowing down on the cooked meats, “The masters won’t be pleased with me being there let alone single handedly starting another vampire war”he glanced between Cali and Eryda expecting an answer of some kind. : he saw her rip of her clothing as she claimed him as her own once more, his head gripped slightly as his teeth bared slightly, he could feel her nails digging in as she demanded he pleased her with his tongue, without choice his head was slowly forced down towards her, his hand gently gripping behind her leg as he licked his way up her inner thigh slowly, his teeth grew as they grazed against her skin. All the while his body was shivering from her nails digging into his flesh, the feeling of her dominating him was more than enough proof to what her claims where, but he was more than happy to appease her. Slowly he made his way up closer and closer to her folds, working his tongue as he did, hearing her cries of passion had his body shiver even more.

 

CharlotteCarrendar:- Eryda cannot help but notice Cali the blood elf who was standing a few feet from where Xo was eating his meal. The two women exchanged a glance, before Cali gripped the edge of her cloak and headed outside wordlessly. There was an uneasy feeling, and Eryda had to brush it back as she took her seat opposite her husband.”Are the Guild masters ever pleased with anything you do?” It was a fair question, and had more to do with how this Vampire war could have been averted. But knowing the Vampire Queen, she would have gone after Xo no matter what had happened. Tucking into a piece of bacon, Eryda dipped it into some egg, before popping it into her mouth and chewing thoughtfully. She didn’t bring up the fact that she had seen the Blood Elf, nor did she want to get into another discussion about the woman. The sooner they found her mate and sent her and her husband back to their own world, the better. It was one last thing to worry about. Taking a sip of juice, the red witcher held her cup for a moment, before asking; ”I bet the Guild will be surprised to see us together.” Eryda knew that many felt Xo was a loner, and to have his woman back, there had to be a darn good reason. :: Xiyra let out a growl of distinct pleasure as her toy worked his tongue between her warm folds of flesh. So eager was she to be pleased by this her King, she gripped his head forcefully whilst her hips began to push forward so she could direct his tongue further. ”Please me! Deeper!” A throaty call singing out as her body glistened from beads of perspiration that ran down her body. Her long nails pierced the flesh of his scalp, and dragged across as she used him to satisfy her thirst for lust. Standing upon the throne, she was an imposing sight. Almost in a trance like dance – her body fully exposed, though he would not see it. Her head tipped forward as she let out a loud gasp and her tongue slithered out and licked her full lips- <3>

Ice Te3a: – He watched as Cali disappeared whilst he was eating, he assumed she went to stock up her supplies. As Erdya came to sit in front of him and start to eat her meal, he was half way done as he continued to scoff it down, hearing her ask if the guild masters are ever pleased. “They are displeased because they know, I cannot be controlled. It’s been years since I’ve stepped into a guild hall of the witchers” he smirked slightly as his yellow piercing eyes were casually glancing over at her. He finished his meal and leaned back with a happy sigh of relief as he smirked at her next comment and nodded slightly “ Reason.. Simple, I prefer you to be with me, without you the nights are long and cold.”he glanced outside a window as he saw Mersa laying there patiently for them to come outside, people were keeping their distance “ We are wasting daylight, once you’re done we shall resupply” he waited for her to complete her meal before he got up and escorted her out of the tavern, turning around he kissed her cheek softly as his fingers slowly slipped out of her hand “Meet back in ten” he knew they both needed to resupply but they both utilized different methods, so he went off to his own shops with Mersa in tow, the first shop he stopped at was a local meat vendor, purchasing a large deer like leg he threw it in the air as Mersa caught it in her mouth, happily laying chomping on the fresh meat. He left her alone to finish her morning meal as he went through various shops and purchased herbs and plants as well as other alchemy ingredients some which the mundane would question what he intended to do with. He stopped at a trinket shop as his senses picked up a magical aura, he walked through as his eyes scanned through the various jewels and trinkets finally coming to a ruby stone encrusted with gold setting and a necklace feeding through, picking it up he knew it was a magical relic. One from the ancient mages, it affected ones magical powers increasing the strength and magical flow throughout the body. Something you would find on powerful wizards or witches, to amplify their power and allow them to use more magic without becoming too over exhausted. Taking it to the counter he pulled out a solid gold coin, the shop keeper thinking no worth of the necklace snatched the coin up, if only he knew its true value.. it wouldn’t be so easily parted. Walking out he met up with Cali and nodded slightly, “We’re leaving now.” Eryda came up behind with Mersa following behind, a bare bone in her mouth as she looked happy. Walking over to Eryda he greeted her with a lovers kiss, as he slipped the necklace around her neck allowing the ruby jewel to hang against her chest, she would almost instantly feel the effects “A gift.. for you my darling” A simple smile and love in his eyes was all the emotion he showed, a rare feat for anyone else by Erdya. : With her fingers gripping his head with force, he heard her moan and cry to his tongue, her hands dragged him in; forcing his tongue in deeper as he continued to work her and pleasure her to her exact needs. His skin crawling as he could feel her nails digging into his scalp, his right hand gripping her leg with slight force to keep him balanced as he pulled her leg inwards off the arm rest and onto the air letting go, a playful teasing tactic whilst he pleasured her.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Some distance away, the displaced Vampire Queen was already in the middle of plotting her revenge against the likes of the Witcher and his followers. One of her lower servants dragged before her one of the Mundane that had been captured just outside the town where the Witcher was currently staying. The wretch was thrown in a heap unceremoniously by the vampire servant who bared his fangs at the man, before giving him a hefty kick in the sides. ”Bow your head, you are in the presence of greatness.” The vampire guard ordered, as the Queen stopped her pacing and glanced down at the fallen mundane. She slowly raised her head and stared at the guard. ”Well…what is it with bringing such a piece of filth before me.” Her tone was heavy and she waited impatiently for an answer, tapping her foot. ”Captured this piece of meat outside a town that is said to be where the Witcher is.” The guard bowed low before the Queen, before giving the mundane another kick. The man cried out as the Queen descended the stairs and then ripped the hapless mundane up and off the floor. Her scarred face more than enough to scare anyone witless.”Speak…before I end your worthless life.” The man cried out as her nails pierced his flesh and he blurted. ”The…White wolf. He has the red witcher with him. They are off to the …the..guild.” This was indeed not what the Queen wanted to hear. So that bitch with the red hair was back in her lands. Dropping the mundane without a care or thought, the Queen started to plot. ”Send out spotters. As soon as they leave the enclave of mundane…we set upon them on the road to the Guild!” She then put out the order to her guards, to send out a garrison. ”Kill all but the Witcher. For he is mine.” :: Eryda had wandered around the market stalls, picking up supplies for the long road ahead, this was when she spotted Cali going over to meet with Xo and the Warg. Eryda paused a moment, her brown eyes narrowing. She hated feeling jealousy, for her mate had not done anything to show he loved any other but her, but still…she worried. Approaching the Witcher, she was taken into his arms, and then given a special trinket. A necklace that contained a magical ruby. Instantly she felt the wave of magic wash over her, and this brought about a smile. ”You spoil me so.” She said in a voice that was only meant for him to hear. Cali mounted the Warg, ready to move on, as Eryda got her horse. Now it was time to move on. :: The Queen’s hips thrust back and forth as the King’s head was now pressed deep to her. Higher and higher her cries grew, until he had brought about release. She shivered from the shock as the new Queen would tame her beloved. Xiyra only drew back, when she was thoroughly spent. <3>

IceTe3a: He smirked as he heard how pleased she was with his gift, he watched as she got up on her horse and Cali was sat on Mersa, he sighed lightly as he walked over and jumped up on top of Mersa as they took off with Eryda’s horse following in tow behind. “Let’s get a move on” as he lead Mersa along the path towards the guild hall, only thing was the trail led up the snowy mountain, which was a treacherous path in its own full of natural dangers. Let alone the monsters that live on the mountain terrain it was defiantly a dangerous path to take, as they reached the path it was sure signs that they were on the right path as the dirt met with the snowy plains, he smirked as Mersa shook her fur with the change of temperature, he wasn’t bothered to much the temperature’s never bothered him too much. You could hear the howls of wolves and other creatures in the distance as the wind picked up and the snow started to fall “ Cover up and stay warm”he said as Mersa picked up the pace as they passed through the mountain trail as his hair whipped around with the winds he almost was camouflaged with the white snow as his yellow eyes glanced over to his wife Eryda as he smiled lightly. “We should reach the Guild hall by noon” : He heard her pleasure moans until she finally got down off him totally satisfied with being pleasured. He wiped his mouth and smirked slightly “Done already? “ he leaned back against the throne as he sighed pleased with the union with him and his new wife. “ We are perfect for each other” he smirked as his eyes show a blood red.

 

CharlotteCarrendar:- The wind upon the mountain had a distinct chill as snowflakes started to fall. Cali pulled her cloak around her tighter, and reached for her hood, to cover her blonde locks from the falling snow. She was not used to these changes in temperature, unlike the Witcher who took it in his stride. Eryda rode on in behind the warg, though she was dressed a little better for the change in weather. Wearing the special jewelled necklace, that shone out beneath her fur cloak, she smiled as the heard Xo call out that they were to cover up and stay warm. No doubt riding the Warg would be warm to have between your thighs. As they made through one snow covered pass, there were shrieking shadows, that seemed to zip between the trees and snow covered rocks. Something or someone was following them. Eryda’s ears pricked to the sound. Was it a wolf, or something larger? Witcher assured his wife that they would be at the guild by noon, which was reassuring, but she sung out back to him. ”I fear that trouble may befall us by then…or at the very least cause us to be late.” :: As the Queen climbed down off the throne, she snatched up her discarded robe and draped it around herself. A smug expression as she still had a colouring to her cheeks to show she had been more than satisfied by the King’s attentions. ”Indeed we are suited. And yes…I was very satisfied. Next time however I think I might restrain you.” Such a tease. <3>

IceTe3a: His eyes looked around through the snowy fields and falling snow as he tried to scan the area for any beast that may be stalking them after hearing his wife’s warning. “Perhaps you are right” he stated as he continued to scan the area, no doubt something was out there most likely in plain sight to them as most creatures up here relied on blending into their surroundings to hunt their prey. Perhaps a wolf.. or another pack of trolls had found them, although you’d be able to hear and smell a troll as they weren’t the silent stalkers, but this creature was. “Best we press on until we find our stalker “ there was no use wasting time searching for something that didn’t want to be seen, surely enough it would show itself at one point of time. As they trekked on you could see trails from various creatures that had used this path previously, more so a dire bear seemed to use this path as a game trail of sorts, the foot print was larger almost three times the size of a normal bear although he doubt that was the creature stalking us as they preferred a more brutal and front on approach to hunting. As time passed they climbs up the mountain’s trail, about three quarters of the way soon they would be on the peek which would flatten out and turn into snowy forests and open plains, in the middle was the grand hall in which all the guild masters met, no one but the masters and their second in command were allowed at this sacred place. : he watched her with content as she was still recovering from the playtime, her words of restraint could be a thing of the future had him smirking, a single brow arched as his lips parted “If only you could pin me down” he came to a tall stand and walked around her slowly before coming to a stop in front of her, it was true his strength was unrivalled though he never used it to gain more stature, would she be able to pin him down on the floor? She would have to use tactics and trickery for an advantage over him, that much was for sure. His fingers caressed her cheek gently as they slid down her neck and across the side of her stomach with grace “What plans do we need to discuss, I know we need to bring people to titles of power.. commander of the army so forth.. but, it all seems dull to be honest” he smirked as he looked her up and down slowly.

CharlotteCarrendar:- A large gust of wind, and then the dark shadow rocketed out from behind a large tree – flying straight at Eryda and knocked her fair off her horse. ”Arrrrrgh!” The red witcher let out a scream as she was taken by surprise by this creature. The black hooded being forced the Red witcher into the snow. As it tried to choke the red witcher on the ground, Eryda fought valiantly to kick the creature off her. No doubt one of the servants of the vampire Queen’s whose order was to destroy the companions of the Witcher. Cali turned to look back and saw Eryda’s horse rear up and then run off in fright, as the two wrestled on the ground. She leapt off the back of the Warg. Her cloak flying off her shoulders as she extended her arms. Green flaring orbs building up upon each hand as she chanted a magical incantation to give her more power. This would drain her in the long run, but for now, she had a gut feeling she needed to save Eryda. Eryda kept trying to strike out at the shadow being whose hood flew back to reveal a bald head, covered in scars and scratches. It screeched loudly each time Eryda tried to strike its head, while it drew it’s claws tighter around her neck. :: Xirya laughed at the King’s taunt that he would love to see her try to pin him down. He rose from the throne, his size alone made him an imposing sight and this pleased the Queen all the more. ”You don’t want to discuss armies and tactics. Not…when there are pleasures of the flesh to be had.” Her hand reached out and she caressed his cheek. She went as far to chew her bottom lip, still coming down from the dizzying high that he took her. ”Enough chain and leather and you would be surprised what I could do.” The Queen mused. ”That….is what you want, isn’t it?” <3>

IceTe3a: Hearing his wife’s screams his head turned to face her as he saw Erdya’s horse run off into the distance, Erdya on the floor with a cloaked figure on top of her, he noticed Cali had dismounted and gone to Erdya’s aid. He smirked slightly as he dismounted Mersa, “Mersa.. Get the horse back here.. Alive please” Mersa grunted and ran off after the horse in order to bring it back to them. He stood there and watched as the two girls struggled with the creature, it was obviously sent from the vampire queen to do her bidding. His arms folded into his chest as he knew they were more than a match for this creature. Suddenly another screech came from the distance as he felt the sense of another creature coming from the side, raising his right arm he caught the creatures neck mid flight as he continued to watch his Wife and Cali battle the other creatures, squeezing the neck of the creature until he heard a crack his eyes were glowing yellow as he was pissed that someone would dare attack his wife, this always made him unaware of his strength as he tossed it off the mountain cliff “She will pay for this insult.. Eryda enough toying around” he heard footsteps as he glanced back it was Mersa with the horses reigns in her mouth leading it back to them, he smirked slightly and gave Mersa a pat on the head as he grabbed the horse’s reigns and waited for the girls to finish toying with the creature. : he nuzzled the fingers of his new wife and smiled as he nipped the tip of her finger. Hearing her prefer pleasure and play over the antics of the kingdom was a surprise to him but one he rather enjoyed her preference, “To be under you? Of course, Do I as a male not belong under the heel of your boot” he smirked as he was only stating the truth of how females felt of males, he bit at the air as he wiggled a finger at her daring her to pin him down and attempt her worst, “Let’s see what pain you can inflict” he winked at her as he enjoyed playing these games with his new wife.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Cali started a slow march to where the two were wrestling on the ground. The thunderous sound of the Warg racing off to get back Eryda’s horse would have the blood elf turn her head momentarily, before settling back on the two that were still in the midst of a fight. Oddly enough the Witcher did not intervene. Perhaps he was curious to learn how the two women would dispatch the assassin. Obviously it had been sent by the Vampire Queen. Another tried to make an attack on the Witcher himself, but he was faster – gripping the creature’s neck and breaking it as though it was a twig. He ordered for Eryda to stop toying around, and you could hear the red Witcher laugh at her husband’s demand.”With pleasure.” An earthy growl escaping her lips as the red ruby crystal that she wore around her neck glowing fiercely as she brought her head up from the ground and head butted the creature fair in the forehead. It reared back grabbing the sides of its head when Eryda then used her fists. Joined together she brought them forward to slam into the creature’s chest, causing him to roll off winded. At this, Eryda leapt to her feet and then shook off the snow, as the creature tried to grab for her ankle. As it did this however, Cali’s green orbs had charged enough that she fired them at the creature causing it to go into a series of convulsions. Squirming and writhing upon the snow in agony. It was highly likely that the being had never before encountered a Blood elf before, but this would be it’s undoing. Taking off her pole arm, Cali twirled it before slamming it into the ground creating a tremor like shockwave, that threw the creature skyward. Airborne, it flipped over and the Blood elf let out a violent scream as she absorbed the energy of the shadow creature in one go. Eryda walked right past Cali and simply went to take the reigns for her horse from Mersa’s mouth. ”Thank you. Shall we?’ She said simply, getting onto her horse as Cali was still panting heavily. The red witcher smirked and gave her horse a light kick and started off again. She wasn’t waiting up, and this would leave Cali behind if she was not careful. :: The Vampire Queen loved her King’s teasing. He wanted pain, loved torture and the Queen was more than happy to oblige him. She walked around him simply so he couldn’t see what she was doing, and then took out a leather strap. Grabbing his hands behind his back, she tied them together, and tried to force him, stomach down onto the floor. <3>

White Wolf – Part Nine.

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White Wolf 

Part Nine 

“Reunited” 

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: He watches as Eryda jumped off her horse, with sword in hand she took lead after accepting his request, you could smell them before you could see them as they gave off a most unpleasant odour. “ Frost trolls are a lot stronger than were’s, you best stay on Mersa for safety Cali.” he slid off Mersa leaving Cali to sit on her by her lonesome, as he watched Eryda’s figure walk up into the distance he followed suit keeping his distance enough to give her room but he still wanted to watch her fight the vial creatures. With Mersa and Eryda’s horse following up behind, the townspeople had their doors locked fully aware of the situation by now some even peeked through the windows to watch the upcoming battle. “ I will step in if you can’t handle it” he smirked whilst he said this, almost a playful taunt he knew she would bite back as he looked her up and down with an arched brow, he loved her for her personality and her body. The frost trolls had seemed to have broken into the towns live stock as the cries of animals started to echo throughout the mountain terrain, it was up to Eryda to deal with them this time, he stood there waiting for the battle to start, his lip still bleeding as the trail of blood started to drip down to his chin it didn’t bother him and it never came to him that it may drive Cali stir crazy.

CharlotteCarrendar: – With each step carefully taken, Eryda listened for signs of where the Frost trolls were in the vicinity of the town. Shutters and doors slammed, while frightened villagers huddled inside, knowing better than to take on such beasts on their own. More powerful and vicious than the weres they lived up to their namesake. Xo of course alighted from the Warg and advised Cali to remain on the massive wolf like beast. The blood Elf’s face grew sad from not being able to join in the battle, but she knew better now than to argue with the Witcher. Especially now that his wife had joined them in their quest. Up ahead, Eryda came to a stop – her ears pricked to hear the sounds of animals being slaughtered and most terribly by the Frost trolls. The cattle yards no doubt is where the Frost trolls struck. About to take a step in that direction, she overheard her mate say that he would step in if she could not handle it. A light shake of her head was all he got from her. To think that she needed his help when it came to a pack of Frost trolls. ”Protect your client.” She shot back with as she took off towards the animal enclosure in a sprint. Her speed and agility were well noted. Leaping up onto a railing, she could see four frost trolls, two of which were fighting over a cow, the other two were already half way through some sheep. Balancing on the railing, she then leapt down doing a forward somersault. A loud cry erupting from her lips that was sure to get their attention all too late. The first Frost troll reared up, covered in sheeps blood, and she drove her sword right into it’s chest, and then tore the blade upwards – cutting it right open up to its neck. It shrieked horribly, dropping to its knees, while the others released their kills and moved in on the red witcher. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she ran off into the darkness seeking out the frost trolls, she could handle herself he knew that for a fact. Turning back he walked towards Cali as he came to a stop just next to her left leg, glancing around the town they were used to the frost trolls in a town like this, no one really bothered they all knew what to do. Most men ventured to the local tavern in groups to make it slightly safer, the streets were lit with burning torches, fire was something frost trolls despised, it resembled light and fire of course, two things they were weak against. They would need to find a room to spend the night in for the night after Eryda was through playing with the trolls, he glanced up to Cali as he wondered just how long she could last without feeding, would she be hungry again it had been quite awhile since she last fed. “ After the masters are alerted to this, we venture to the mundane, be prepared for anything once we are there.” He turned his back to Cali as he peered around in the darkness keeping a look out, he could hear Eryda screaming out a warriors battle cry as he knew the fight was now in full force. A slight smirk chiseled its way across his face as he knew she would do him proud. : Vlad was sitting on his throne his eyes closed as the day turned to night, for the vampires who never slept this meant nothing. He was thinking.. planning his next move, but first he needed the formalities out of the way, to convene a council, put people in their proper titles such as commanders in the new army and to help run the kingdom, lastly he needed to choose a bride.. he could smell the sweet scent of the many females that roamed these halls, wearing clothing that only showed off and emphasized their features, as they seductively walked about while eyeing him off. They all wanted to be his bride, although female vampires were the dominate ones in the vampire race and the higher ranking of the sex’s he was their king and they needed to equally show him respect without making themselves look weak or less dominate than he, it was a chess game something that needed to either be done boldly or delicately and over time; who chose what path was up to each female. Although each female was.. as beautiful as the last, that was his problem they each were just as beautiful as each other. Although his own preferences were known throughout the kingdom, much like his blessings of silver. He was the strongest and tallest male vampire in the kingdom a true warrior, but the female he would want by his side.. was yet to show herself, he imagined her with black hair much like his own.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The closeness now between Cali and the Witcher had her finding herself almost salivating. It was hard to describe, let alone contain such a craving that she had for his life force – his essence. She could still see the stain from drops of blood that trailed along his bottom lip and she licked her only lips. If only…if only. The torchlight was the only light offered that night to ward off those lurking in the shadows. But with her shining green eyes, Cali could see perfectly well in the dark. Brought back to what he was saying when Xo mentioned the mundane village being their port of call after they deal with the council, she remembered that that was where her husband was. Some hideous mundane Queen had him her slave, and that was something she was going to fight to change. Staying seated on the Warg, Cali offered. ”We can start off again before dawn. Once your mate has finished dealing with the Frost trolls.” What she wanted to say or rather ask was how would his mate feel if she needed to feed off him in her presence. That was always in the back of her mind. In the distance, you could hear Eryda’s blood curdling war cry. A head rolled out from under one of the cattle yard fences, as she felled yet another Frost troll where he stood. The other two knew that if they continued to fight, she would end them as well, and so they both gave up their kills and fled off into the night. Her face bloody and her chest heaving from exertion, she sheathed her blade, and simply started to walk back towards where she had left Xo and the Blood Elf. No doubt she was going to need a bath. :: In the Vampire castle, word had spread of the rise of the new King, as the former Queen had made a hasty retreat after her declaration of war with the Witcher race. Now all the females of the court were passing the King’s throne, each more beautiful than the next. But one of the last to bring up the rear was a girl that was far different than all the others. She had skin like porcelain, eyes the reddest of red that were hued with a light grey sheen. Full lips and onxy coloured hair that flowed down and rested just above her ass. Taller than the rest, she walked with a refined air. A noble, there was no question about it, and one that would be ideal as a future bride of the new King. Her name…Xyira. <3>

IceTe3a: He heard the soft footsteps that had to be his wife Eryda as he turned around, watching as she came out of the darkness covered in blood and sweat with a simple smirk. He smiled as he walked up to greet her, grabbing her shin with his index finger and thumb he moved her face around as his yellow hues examined her fine skin, looking for any wounds that may have occurred, he was very protective of her and this was one of his ways of showing her he loved her. Reaching into his jacket with his free hand he pulled out a concoction of herbs in liquid form, something he always brewed up for Eryda to keep her fit and healing strong, since she didn’t have the same healing replenishment he did; his alchemy helped her healing and usually gave her a few vials before she left amongst teaching her basic herbology and alchemy. His thumb let go of her chin only to press against her bottom lip, pressing down on it her lips parted willingly as he poped the top of the vial “Drink this, darling. “ he said simply as he placed the open vial to her lips as he slowly tipped it into her mouth he watched with a slight smile of a lover. Waiting for her to finish drinking he closed the cap and placed it into his jacket once more, his thumb slipped from her lips as they bounced close, now taking her chin again he pulled her in slowly bringing her to a kiss as he kissed her with a loving passion for but a moment before pulling back “Well done “ he said as he turned to face the same way she was, his arm wrapped around her back as his fingers wrapped gently around her side. Leading her towards Cali he nodded towards the Tavern “Food some drink and find a room for the night, then we shall resupply and continue. Cali, go ahead into the Tavern I need to speak to Eryda alone for a moment” he said this while looking at Cali, as he waited for her to leave and enter the Tavern he turned to face his lover and smiled. “Cali.. needs to feed, She feeds on the magical life force of others. As you know my life force cannot be drained so easily.”he sighed slightly as his eyes met hers, he went silent for a moment “She’s feeding off mine, so she doesn’t kill others it’s for the best until the jobs done. “ he didn’t know how Eryda would take this, he only knew she could quite possibly be pissed that someone else was touching what was rightfully hers. : As they passed, he sat there listening to their feet tapping against the floor, he did not bother to open an eye to glance at any of them. He was waiting to see who would be brave enough, it was no secret he liked it rough, he liked his women to be beautiful and affectionate but dominating and rough at the same time, a rare thing to find in deed like the perfect blood flower. A scent hit his nose as he took it in, his eyes shot open as he glanced directly at one particular female for a moment, she was beautiful.. stunning even, taller than the rest of the females by far; her skin looked soft and delicate as her eyes had a look to them that could not be denied, he was examining her for but a second before he closed his eyes again. It was more than he gave to any other female before she had obviously sparked his interest for a moment, he couldn’t deny that she looked exactly like the female he would want, but looks were not everything to him as he leaned back into his chair the back of his head resting against the throne itself as each arm spread against the arm rest, he wanted a female that wasn’t afraid to inflict pain.. to dominate.. to love. He wanted more than someone who just wanted to improve their social status but that was a hard find, although the female vampires took quite easy to harming males, using them as their toys he wanted all that and more he wanted a female to claim him as hers and only want him. Soon he would have to retire from his throne and start working through other details that needed his attention.

CharlotteCarrendar:- With a welcoming gaze the red witcher stopped before her mate, and allowed him to administer the vial that would help replenish her after her battle with the Frost trolls. She closed her eyes, drinking down the last drop, till opening them and finding that her love had swept her into his arms and sealed the drink with a kiss. She kissed back just as fiercely, only to then be swung back in the direction of the Warg and of course the blood elf. The Blood elf had waited quietly, not really ready to try and engage in conversation with Eryda. She just didn’t feel it was her place. The couple walked back together – unified, and this made up for all the months that they were apart. Already in the back of Eryda’s mind she was planning how to spend their first night alone together, but as she thought this, Xo went to ask the Blood Elf to go off ahead, as he wished to speak to Eryda alone. Once the two had been left, Eryda looked at Xo quizzically, wondering what it was that he wanted to talk to her about without the Blood elf in ear shot. What he had to say had her jaw fall open. ”She feeds off you?” It seemed simply to incredulous to believe, till it was explained that it stopped her killing anything else along the way out of hunger. ”Forgive me, but…I really don’t like another woman…sinking her fangs into you, let alone touching you. It was bad enough that I thought Valencia had finally gotten her way.” Eryda broke free from his hold, as she turned her back for a moment. Normally she wouldn’t care, for she knew that his love for her was true but she had never come across this type of situation before. She didn’t doubt Xo’s fidelity, she simply didn’t like the idea of another woman getting ideas. Looking back over her shoulder, she had to ask. ”What if she becomes addicted to you? Hmm? Have you ever considered that?” It was a very good question. :: Xyria stopped before the King, and went into a low curtsey that showed off ample bosom that was strapped down beneath what was a Victorian styled gown. Sheer black cloth only accentuated the smooth curves of her form. ”M’lord.” her voice was rich and sultry, but had a rough edge to it. ”I am Xyria, a dark child with very strong tastes in the exotic.” The smile that appeared on her lips oozed sexuality and prowess. She could have any man that she so desired, and right now, she wanted the King. Boldly she took the steps up that led to the throne, and then circled the throne, like a black panther that stalked its prey. Her scent was unlike the others, leaving one light headed. She finally stopped at the side of the throne, and purred. ”Shall we play a game?” <3>

IceTe3a: A simple smile against his lips as he knew Eryda was jealous of the thought in another woman touching him, her question was well within reason as she turned her back to him. Walking up slowly to her, he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her back in against his chest, his chin simply came to rest on her shoulder. He kept quiet for a moment as he thought about the question as he gave her a sideways glance “We will have to do better than that, re unite her with her husband and send them on their way before it happens.. he chuckled slightly as he gave her a light nudge “Kind of sounds like a challenge, suited for people of our skill, think we’re up for the challenge? It should prove dangerous… She will need to feed tonight. he smiled and kissed her neck giving her a light squeeze “I will organize her a separate room away from ours, allow her to feed and then, come back to you just in time for your bath. Go now get us a room and wait for me” He smiled as he led her into the tavern, giving Eryda a slap on the ass he left her on her on for a small while. He walked over to the counter and paid for two rooms on opposite ends of the building throwing Eryda the key to their room he smiled giving her a wink. As he turned he could see Cali in the far end, slowly he approached her, his fresh blood still dripping from his lip “Come I will show you to your room, and you need to feed” he took her by the arm and slowly lead her down the hall to her room, as he opened the door he placed the key on the side table by the door and walked straight in waiting for cali to walk through he was standing with his back to her in the middle of the room. : He could hear her footsteps as she came up and introduced herself as Xyria, he listened as she circled his throne, her scent was seductive and potent to capture the heart of any man. He did not show off that he was interested though as she continued to examine him, he wanted to see just what she was going to do. She had proposed to play a game, he did not want to come off easy or desperate as he waved her off “I am no child, go play games with the children if you must” he made it look like a denial but he wanted to see just how far she was willing to go.

CharlotteCarrendar; – Eryda simply hated the feelings of jealousy. The rise of what was like a nasty green goblin within her that she wanted desperately to swat away. But it had been months since she had spent but one night alone with him, and this was what she sought more than anything. His arms enveloping her, while resting his chin on her shoulder showed that he had the utmost respect and love for her. The key to stopping Cali getting addicted was to reunite her with her blood elf husband as soon as they could. That was the challenge. Eryda let out a sigh and then nodded in agreement, she was never one to shy from a task and this was how she needed to look at it. The Blood elf did not love her mate, she simply needed his essence the same way others needed food to live, air to breathe. She wrinkled up her nose, when Xo said he had to go and let Cali feed on him and that he would do it in a room that was as far from their own – on the other side of the tavern. Knowing that she was bloody and with torn clothing, she accepted that she needed to go and have a bath, and pushed off to do so, but only with Xo slapping her arse on the way. Eryda left him with a knowing smile, before ascending the stairs in the tavern to a room that would be perfect for their needs. A warm bath was just what the doctor ordered. Cali; who had been waiting for the Witcher saw the red Witcher go the opposite way to Xo and She was brought along by the arm to what would be her room. “Come I will show you to your room, and you need to feed” There was not mistaking the hunger she was feeling, and when he led her into her own room he stood in the middle of the room like he was waiting for her. Tentatively she shut the door behind her and crossed the floor. Her eyes sweeping over him till coming to his lip, that had the drop of rich blood. She didn’t mention the red witcher, or speak of her husband. She went up on her tip toes and kissed away the blood that was over his lips. A soft purr escaping as she let her lips trail down to his neck, her body heaving as the need grew stronger. A gasp and she began to feed at the spot between his shoulder and neck, her nails digging into his form. It wasn’t sexual, but it was damn close. :: Xyria smirked as the new King said he was not a child, and didn’t wish to play games. The black haired vampire ran her tongue across her top row of teeth and then was shocking. Xyria straddled him in his throne and ran her claws through his hair, making no mistake that she was ballsy enough to try such a move at the chance of rejection. ”I take no prisoners, M’lord…only toys. Not the kind for a child, either.” Her nails extended and he would feel them press into his scalp. <3>

IceTe3a: He waited as he heard Cali close the door behind her, the room went dark but he could still see as he heard her feet padding against the wood floor she circled round, his eyes glanced down to her as she came up and kissed his lips almost sucking on them, a brow arched as he knew if Eryda knew about this they would both be dead on the floor quick smart. She wasted no time as her teeth sunk into his neck just down near his shoulder, her lips pressed forcefully against his skin as he came down to a kneel to her will, he could feel her purring against his skin as she fed off him, he could feel his life essence seeping into her mouth as she sucked down with force. He allowed this to go on for awhile and wondered if she would be able to hold herself back, as time passed by he pressed his fingers against her shoulders“Enough cali? “ she had been feeding off him for some time and he wondered if she had her fill yet. : vlad heard what she said and arched a brow slightly as she came down to straddle his lap on the throne, his eyes opened slightly as he looked up at her, his eyes looking deeply into hers as her nails dug down into his scalp “Can you handle me though? Can you tame me? “ he smirked as his eyes almost dared her to, it went unnoticed but the other females slowly disappeared from the room leaving the two alone, Xyria had said she wanted him as her personal toy, but would she really? He wondered just how dominate she was and if she would even be able to utilize him for only her needs.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Cali fed so strongly that it brought Xo to his knees, unlike other times when he had simply stood and watched her. Only when he pressed his fingers to her shoulders and uttered if it was enough, she withdrew from him. Cali appeared almost groggy with the sheer amount of energy she had just consumed. Her lips parted and she breathed heavily through her mouth. ”I don’t know what came over me, Witcher.” It was true, the addiction had taken a firm hold of her being. She looked away timidly, and brought a hand up to her mouth as though trying to wipe it clean, like she had gorged herself. Looking about the room, she gathered herself, and then realized that the Red Witcher would be waiting for him. ”You should go. I will be ready to leave at first light.” Cali stood there and waited for the Witcher to take his leave. Meanwhile up the other end of the tavern, Eryda was peeling off her blooded and torn clothes, leaving a trail right up to the large wooden slat bath. Steam rose from the tepid water, and she reached up to tie back her hair so that it was no longer sitting on her shoulders. She threw one leg over and then the other, before sinking beneath the waters till it was up to her neck. The light sound of the water lapping the sides was the only thing heard, as Eryda was bathed in a simple candle light. The Red witcher reached for a bar of soap and then started to wash the stain of blood from her body, all the while missing her beloved, who was alone in a room with the Blood elf. :: Xyria stared straight into the new King’s eyes as he asked her but a simple question; could she tame him? A dare? Or a challenge? All the other women had left the chambers leaving the new King to explore this woman that had taken her place on his lap. ”Even the most deadly creature becomes putty in the hands of a skilled lover.” She extended her claws further and glanced behind her to see that they were indeed alone. ”Question is, can you sate my lust?” The words were edged a wicked tone. Xyria ripped back the King’s coat and shirt, exposing to her his chest. She sunk her claws into the soft flesh between his shoulders and chest and dragged them down as she licked at his lips. Toying with him. <3>

IceTe3a: As she got off him and came to a stand he could see a surprising feature across her face, she seemed to be in shock he could not help but to wonder why as he came to a stand himself, he ran his fingers against the spot where her lips were pursed against his skin feeling the bite marks as they slowly healed. It only took moments for his body to react and start to take care of itself, of course this would increase the scent of his magical essence in the room as his body was using it to repair what injury he had sustained. “I intend to, we will come for you at first light to gather supplies then be on our way, goodnight Cali” he said as he turned and headed for the door. Opening the door as he went through he left Cali alone to her thoughts whilst the door closed, stretching his neck slightly he walked across the hall and up the stairs towards his own room as he took note at the weary travelers who had come to find food and drink for the night, he had spent enough time away from his wife and didn’t bother wasting time as he quietly came to the door with a slight smirk he opened it without a sound. Coming into the room he closed it just as quietly, noticing Eryda had just slipped into the bath he smiled, taking off his shirt and weaponry as it laid down on the table without a sound he was now shirtless creeping up to her back as she laid there. Slowly he descended onto his knees directly behind her as he kissed her neck gently whilst his hands ran down her shoulders slowly looping around bringing her into a cuddle “I am yours once more my love” : He felt as her nails grew further they dug down into his scalp as they slowly coursed through his hair, a slight smile of amusement as their eyes were looking into each others, . ”Even the most deadly creature becomes putty in the hands of a skilled lover.” she rebutted as a slight chuckle escaped his lips, “Perhaps, a skilled lover and a dominate master.. Pain is pleasure they both work as equal wouldn’t you say? he could feel her weight pressing down on his lap as she sat there straddling him, her eyes examining his form as her claws sunk down into his shoulders slowly they dragged down onto his bare chest grazing the skin they passed over ”Question is, can you sate my lust?” a simple smile as his lips parted “I wouldn’t be who I was if I could not do that and more.. There is only one way to find out isn’t there my dear?”he just tempted her to utilize him, treat him like an object of hers as that is all males were to the females of their race. His eyes wondering up and down her form as he wondered if she could be the one, the only female he would need to feed his every needs which in turn was the needs of the female, it was common that the king or queen would take more than one to fill their needs but on occasion they were lucky enough to find that single one that met their every desire, but was she able to?

CharlotteCarrendar: – Left alone in her room, Cali looked away from the door that the Witcher had just gone through. He had been polite to her after she had fed, and not made light of the fact that she sensed that perhaps her actions had gone too far. Cali couldn’t possibly imagine what would happen if her desire to feed became so great that she lost herself in a terrible frenzy. It had not ever happened to her before, but she knew of those that had such sore addictions it drove them crazy not to get their fill. Slowly, Cali sat herself down on her bunk. She brought her fingers up to her lips, where she could still feel the sensation of warmth from the Witcher’s body. The blood elf knew she would have to find her husband and fast…leaving this place behind and hunt on the plentiful beings in her own world. To stay too long here, she endangered everything. :: The light splash of water was heard as Eryda washed herself down with the soap covered sponge. Dabbing lightly, and her back to the door, she did not hear her husband enter silently. Only when he draped his arms around her and kissed her neck, did she show a smile. At last, time alone for the pair. Xo said he was hers once more, and she didn’t doubt it for a second. Turning in the bath so that the pair were facing each other. Her eyes trailed down his neck, and she saw the remains of what was the blood elf’s fang marks into his skin. Eryda had to fight back her feelings of jealousy once more, and so she brushed her lips to that of her husband’s. ”Show me you are mine.” she whispered in a husky voice. It was not just a request. :: The Vampire maiden with hair the darkest onyx had toyed with the new King. Long deep scratches now graced his flesh, and her fingers danced across these same scratches till she zeroed in on her future lover. Her head tilted back slightly, and the long white ivory dog teeth extended beyond her crimson lips. She seized the back of the Vampire King’s head and tore his scalp to the left, exposing his neck for her delight. A wild cry and she sunk her own fangs deep into his supple skin – piercing the flesh and she gripped his arm with her free hand, whilst feasting on him with a wicked sense of rough play. <3>

IceTe3a: He smiled as he watched Eryda flip around in the bath so she was laying on her stomach and facing him, he smirked as she asked him to prove he was really hers, he didn’t need her to say it twice as his arms linked behind her neck gently, leaning in his lips met hers with passion as he held the kiss, his right hand sliding down to cup her cheek for the briefest of moments. Pulling back slightly he looked down and smiled “If you miss me that much, you should never leave” he laughed playfully as he knew she was a free spirit and truly loved him but her work was her work and she went where it took her, regardless if it led her away from him. It was no lie he did prefer her to travel with him and would much rather her to always be by his side but this was not always the case. Gripping her shoulders softly he flipped her onto her back as he kicked his shoes off, stepping in the bath he sat on the edge as his legs were inside, he leaned her in against his legs as he took up the sponge and soap slowly he rubbed it over her body as his hand explored her whilst cleaning, he started with her chest as he leaned down and kissed her neck with a soft peck. “ Do you plan to stay for good this time and find work together?” he smiled as he knew it was on the cards for them to permanently stay together at one stage. : He watched as she leaned back slightly her long white teeth extended past her lips as his head was ripped to the side exposing his neck, soon came the pinch from her teeth biting down in his neck as he gasped slightly, he could feel her slowly drinking from him as her hand gripped down against his arm, his blood would have a powerful flow about it, something rare in the vampire men as he was the strongest of them all to date. His arms wrapped around her as he took her in closer to his body, this was a gesture of acceptance, he had chosen his bride. It would be officially sealed later but for now the two have expressed their interest in each other, and both had accepted to spend their eternal life with each other, him as her personal toy and object. This was all a part of Vlad’s plan as it was the first step in securing his title to the throne next he would have to give out titles and positions in the kingdom to those worthy to keep it running, it would be a long few weeks before the kingdom was like its former glory back before the vampire wars.

CharlotteCarrendar; – That first kiss. Such raw passion displayed was just what Eryda needed from Xo. This was proof without a doubt. It was like he was claiming her all over again, and thoughts of the Blood elf soon faded into nothingness. To see his smile, and then tell her that she should never leave him, brought a slight shrug of the shoulders. Eryda had only ever known the life of a loner and up till now it had suited her. Meeting up with her lover on brief occasions like this, then going their separate ways to where they are needed. Kings and nobles with money to spare that needed the expertise of a Witcher to deal and do what no one else would. But nights were often lonely ones and Eryda never took another man to lay with her out of need. This is what made their meetings so good. Sharing what little time they had together made it all the more romantic. Eryda allowed him to move her so that when he entered the bath she would be laying with her back to his chest. This enabled him to massage and wash her cares away. Thinking for a moment, Eryda offered. ”I have a feeling you need me more than ever with all that has come to pass in my absence. The Council will not be pleased, and then of course there is the war…and returning the Blood elf to her husband. I know I will be happy to see the back of her.” Was that another touch of jealousy? Eryda couldn’t help it. She turned her head so she could see the Witcher’s face. ”Maybe it is time, I came home for good.” That was her way of saying yes, that she would work with him and travel wherever he would go. :: The feeding frenzy from the black haired Vampire maiden was more than enough to prove that she was worthy to be the new King’s mate. She drew her head back and then gripped the sides of his face, kissing him hungrily, all the while writhing upon his lap. Taking all she could from his body in a show of unbridled lust. Her cries of passion filling the empty hall as she used him and well. His arms wrapping around her only confirmed this fact. Breaking the kiss, her eyes dilated and blood staining her lips and chin, she softened slightly. ”I am yours…as you are mine.” <3>

IceTe3a: -He smiled finally hearing that she was willing to stay by his side for good, each night they were apart he was in constant worry, never fully knowing if they would be reunited. A sigh of relief as his free hand started to massage the knots in her body allowing her muscles to relax once more. Slowly he would wash her body all over until she was clean, dropping the sponge into the water he went to work on her body giving it a deep and strong massage to allow her to relax, reaching over the side with one hand he pulled out a purple liquid filled vial, popping it he allowed 3 drops to hit the water as it was a potent mixture of flowers mainly lavender which was rare and unknown to most, it would give off a strong relaxing scent to help relax the body, calm the steel like nerves as well as heal the body from any wounds she may have within the warm waters. He always had a vial made up but only ever used it when they were together, kings and queens have paid handsomely for even a single vial of this was worth a kings ransom, he was the only one who knew how to make it and where to get the required ingredients “ I’m glad to hear you say that love, It takes worrying off my mind and only shows more room for love. Please relax and allow me to work your tolling work out of your body” slowly but surely he massaged each muscle on her body skillfully, having learned all the proper pressure pads on one’s body was key as it helped with the healing process as well Eryda seemed to enjoy it. He smiled as he wrapped his arms around her waist and started working on her legs whilst his chin laid upon her shoulder. : He felt her pull back as he smiled looking up at her, she kissed him with a fierce passion to show her delight in her new toy and new found title. Leaning back she advised that they were each others, he nodded in agreement as he smiled “We have a lot of work to bring our race and kingdom up to its former glory my darling, I wish you by my side for each step and each decision” He just told her that he indeed wanted her by his side and furthermore her hand in raising their race to its former glory and then some, such power given to the bride of the king was a rarity but that is how Vlad was, as long as she could satisfy his needs to be utilized as such an object.. her object and she stayed faithful to him only; he would be more than happy to entice her with more stature and please her beyond her wildest dreams.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The subtle fragrances rose with the steam as the vials did their work to make this bath all the more relaxing and tranquil. Eryda could feel the delight and release of tension from her body, which at times was weary from all the battles and fights that she got into. The red haired witcher’s lips parted as she released soft sighs. His hands feeling for her pressure points and knowing just where to rub and where to be gentle. Xo was more than skilled. Years of learning, had meant that he could provide well for any woman he did so chose, and there was no one above Eryda. There was nothing to the pair could not accomplish together. Eryda bowed her head as she felt the press of Xo’s chin on her shoulder, his hands working her thighs thoroughly. ”I’d forgotten how good this feels.’ Her voice; almost breathless at his touch. The love that he exuded from his gentle ways only reinforcing her love for him. Eryda brought her hand up from the water, and cupped it to Xo’s cheek. A rare display of affection that she afforded no other man. Would they get much sleep this night? That remained to be seen. For now they simply enjoyed each other’s touch and the intimacy from being alone. :: Xyria had passed the test to show her dominance towards the King. A display that meant she was fit to rule alongside him. But there was much to be done. The former Queen had done a great deal of damage, and soon it may come to pass that a war would be waged. Xyria was unafraid. Still straddling his lap, and running her slender fingers along his face she answered his call. ”Our race will rise to greatness, and all who doubted us shall be put to shame.” <3>

IceTe3a: Feeling the soft touch of her hand cupping against his cheek made his skin shiver as he rubbed his cheek against her open palm slowly as he enjoyed her touch, his fingers slowly dragged up her legs and came to rest on her stomach as he worked the pressure pads on her stomach, making sure to be firm but gentle. [b] “ You’ve been gone for far too long, I make sure you’re in perfect shape before I let you leave anywhere” he smiled lightly as he kissed her fingertips, it was true he sometimes made excuses to force her to stay in his company for a day or two longer until he knew she was fully recovered, even if she never realized it. “ I believe the masters will be pleased that you’ve chosen to stay with me from now on, we have a lot of work on our hands between reuniting the lost love of Cali and her husband and finding the Vampire queen and dealing with her and her army.” he smiles knowing the days ahead would be long and hard but they will be together which will make it all worthwhile. He continued to work her body with his fingers making sure to massage each muscle into relaxing, this was something he only ever did for her a more personal gesture than something he’d commonly use freely on anyone. The night was getting late as they had spent a great deal of time in the water, it was now slightly warm as he chuckled. ” time always seems to fly whilst I am with you” he got out of the bath soaking wet as he walked over and picked up a drying cloth, walking back to the tub he stood there waiting for Eryda to climb out so he may dry her down. : “Indeed it will, we need to make sure the witchers treaty with our race stays true. “he smiled as he looked up into her eyes, her skin rubbing against him almost drove him crazy as he knew she was now his and his alone. Knowing full well of what work would be needed to be done just to get the kingdom up and running again, he pressed his fingers to her lips gently as he ran them across tracing the outline “Where do you suggest we start my dear? “ His eyes watching hers with deep love for her, a bond like this is not something that came easy as to pick a life partner for eternity was a rare sight but it was common, the rarity of it working out for eternity was the hard part, although he could not see any issue with having Xyria by his side for eternity, her beauty was unrivalled none could stand in her shadow let alone by her side although he had never seen her before.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Rising up from the now cooling waters, the droplets ran down Eryda’s bare skin and there was a subtle sound as she stepped out of the bath and into the towel, that Xo had waiting for her. She treasured his affection, and he made her feel truly blessed. No other would receive such attentions and this made her smile all the more. Feeling his large calloused hands rub the towel over her body, she felt totally unashamed in her nakedness. The soft light of the candles illuminated the pair as the stood facing each other. Xo spoke of how he would ensure that she was in perfect health and shape for when she ever did leave. Perhaps she needed to reinforce what she had already agreed too. With her soft hues gazing up at him, she made her vow true. ”I say it here and now, I’m not leaving you again. No amount of gold, or treasure….no adventure is greater than the journey I take this night with you.” Eryda slowly took the drying cloth, and now it was her turn to do the honor of drying his body. Gently her hands moved, working to dry each and every inch of his body. Praising him almost. When at last they were dry, she draped the towel on a chair, and then took his hand. Leading him to the bed, she gestured for him to lay. When he had done so, she crawled into bed, and her body half covered his own. Skin to skin, beneath a wool cover; Eryda’s hands danced across his chest and down his side. Fingers strumming, while she stole kisses that ran from his neck to his chin. She would make him remember this night, the reunion of the Witchers. The morning would be the start of the new adventure but for now she just wanted him to herself. :: Xyria rose from the King’s lap and her dress flowed down to the floor as she stood before her King. Hand extended for him to take and rise himself. So much was to be done now, and the people, the vampires of the Kingdom needed reassurance that the new King and his chosen could lead them to greatness. Xyria had stood out from all the other women of the court. Unlike her predecessor, she had no interest at all in the likes of the Witcher. She wanted a man to dominate, and found that in the new King. ”Let us show the Kingdom, the future of the Monarchy.” <3>

IceTe3a: Watching as she slowly dried his body, he stood there naked in form though it hardly fazed him, it allowed her to see all his old scarring and his new scars from battle a symbol of his skills no doubt. He heard her promise to him that there was nothing in the world that could drag her away from his side anymore, she now preferred to be with him as he smiled, he was happy with her decision and knew it was hers fully as he’d never force her against her will. As she lead him towards the bed he laid down on his back, his hues watching her as she came to lay ontop her fingers working their way against his skin as he shivers in kind, feeling her lips press to his for a brief moment before she started to kiss down his neck, his arms wrapping around her as he knew she was showing her appreciation towards him. He was happy to have her by his side and still in love with him, that was more than he could ask for. He leans in and kisses her with passion as his fingers slowly trace her back muscles, “ Darling, your presence will always make me happy and be more than enough for me” his fingers grasp under her chin as he kisses her again with a strong passion almost forcing their lips against each other, a slight smirk as his teeth nip against her bottom lips playfully. “ Perhaps now I can protect you and keep you from harm “ giving her a cheeky wink as he knew she could more than easily handle herself in any battle. : Watching as she came to stand in front of him, he almost missed the feeling of her weight against him as he felt her fingers slide from him only to ask for him to rise with her, he accepted the gesture and rose to come standing behind her, their bodies pressed together as he stood taller than she was. She wanted to take a stroll through the town to allow the towns people to see their new king and queen? He smiled at the gesture and nodded “A casual stroll would be good” he smiled gently as he walked to her side, gently he took her hand and guided her out of the castle towards the town. People would cheer or bow in respect for their new king and queen, it would be obvious that he had chosen her as his bride. It would become lawfully official later once time allowed it but for now for them it was already official .

CharlotteCarrendar: – A wry smile came to Eryda’s lips when told that now Xo would be able to protect and keep her from harm. It had been a long time since a man offered to do that for her. She let out a light giggle, and moved to be on top of him completely, and then posed a cheeky question. ”Who is going to protect you from me?’ This was sealed with a lover’s kiss, as in the background the candles were now burning low, with wax dripping to form puddles on the floor. This was when the couple would unite properly, making love beneath the warm covers, their bodies the perfect fit to the other. :; With Xyria and Vlad leaving the main audience chamber to the warmth of the gathered crowd, Vlad could be pleased with the acceptance of Xyria so readily. She may have proved to him to be worthy, but she was yet to do so publicly. :; In a land a good two days ride away, in a run down castle that had been abandoned by its host, the former Queen was screaming and plotting her revenge, as a healer tried to work on her scarred flesh. She pushed the girl away and a bowl of foul smelling ointment hit the floor, sizzling on the stone tile. ”I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE ON THE WITCHER…AND ALL HE CARES FOR!….THIS IS NOT OVER…THIS IS NOT OVER!!!” <3>

 

White Wolf – Part Eight.

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White wolf

Part Eight

“The Deal”

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IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: His hues were examining Valencia as she casually strolled around in the main hall, his brow arched as she pointed out that Eryda was here in fact she was most likely half way around the work, his lips parted as he came to realize she was stating he was alone. Did she think without Eryda he would be weaker? He chuckled slightly to himself as they both knew the extent of his powers, Valencia saw firsthand how he dispatched her husband with ease the vampire lord.. King of all vampires, yet she stood there proclaiming this? Her mood took a turn for the worse as her face turned hideous, a tendency of vampires when you piss them off enough, ”I grow tired of your insolence. You had your chance to be by my side. Now…you can be a meal for my ladies in waiting. GIRLS…HE’S ALL YOURS!” Valencia finally had given up on him all those years of attempting to turn him into her personal toy and she chose the day he decided to get his weaponry upgraded to turn sour, irony had a weird sense of humor. Watching as she strolled back to her throne taking her seat, as his eyes flicked around the room the forms of female vampires appeared, some through the form of mist others walking out of the shadows while the rest materialized as they came out walking from the many pillars. His eyes scanning the room as he was surrounded by the countless female vampires, all their eyes were on him they were waiting for the day to have their chance at taming the white wolf, oh what a status boost it would be to any one of them to tame him, as few licked their lips while others bared their fangs. There had to be at least two hundred of them, all more beautiful than any other female around; their clothing emphasized their beauty. This would almost be any mundane man’s dream come true if only they weren’t so blood hungry for the forbidden blood.. his blood which has now come into open season. Being a Witcher and not just any Witcher an Albino Witcher his blood constantly replenished itself much like his magic life force so he was a never ending treat to any one of them. He thought to himself just what could he do, his vials could possibly help but not in this situation there were too many, and by now they had packed the room circling in around him as he could hear some of them talking in their sensual ways attempting to handle him with words, if they had their way he would be shared around the room between them in not only feeding but more.. sensual pleasures as well, he wasn’t exactly going to allow them to do that to him, he was no one’s toy let alone fuck toy “Valencia…. His eyes started to glow an immense yellow as they glared past the crowd of females to directly glare at her “ You have declared war on the Witchers.. You will not survive the onslaught that will come in the months to come once this is reported. He knew he had the right to dispatch her and her entire female army that stood in this room, but would rather report back to the Witchers guilds when the annual meeting of the guild leaders happened, so all could know of Valencia actions and where to go from there. A slight smirk appeared across his lips as he placed both palms together, crossing all his finger over each other save his two index fingers which pressed together pointing to the roof. The females taken back from his slight movements as they gave slight space all glanced around at each other as little did they know he was commanding one of his most powerful sigil, one that helped him win the Vampire wars years ago, this sigil.. ‘Pia’ was a holy sigil of light, and could be used and twisted to his own needs. *Flashback* the bloodied grounds laid waste to the countless bodies of the Mundane and Vampires as the two armies went at it with each other, the blood sky was in full affect as storm clouds were partial to this war, thunder and lightning striking around, in the distance the roar of both armies and the high chants of the mundane priests echoed across the lands, he was sent to this war to put an end to it.. so many had died in the past years because of the indifference between the mundane and the vampires, he would force a treaty of peace between the two races or exterminate them those were his orders. Standing there in nothing but his leather jeans and boots, his silver sword on his back he had made it to the battle grounds as the battle was half way through, he placed both palms together in front of his chest as his eyes started to glow an immense white, crossing all his finger over each other one at a time as holy runes started to appear across his skin glowing an immense white that it almost came off as blue his two index fingers which pressed together pointing to the roof finished the ritual as an explosion clapped and echoed, two wings of pure light sprung from his back as he stood there his right palm glowing. Raising his right hand as he gripped his blade the bright light from his palm engulfed the entirety of the blade transforming it into a weapon blessed by heaven itself

This form of sigil was very powerful and rare, he happened upon it while doing a deed for a high priest of the Mundane, his entire body was transformed, leaning forward as his knees bent the wind exploded as he was sent flying forwards into the battle almost like he was hovering on the ground at great speeds. His wings slowly moving about as he passed Mundane and Vampires alike, each stopping their fight as they glanced over at him, he was only after one person Victor.. the king of all vampires, his hues glanced around as he finally saw waves of Mundane flying into the sky as they screamed in terror for the hits of a powerful weapon

“Vicotr..!!!! “ he shouted as he came to a land in the centre of the countless Mundane surrounding the vampire king. “This ends now Victor.. with your head attached or with it separated either way.. this war is over… “ He looked as Victor turned to face him their eyes glaring at each other, Victor charged towards him his weapon held high as he raised his own weapon; charging back they met half way as their swords collided with a great crash of thunder the entire battlefield engulfed in a white glow as their eyes were temporarily blinded from the white blast. *Flashback end* But this time.. he was just going to create a holy light to engulf the room, his eyes were engulfed in pure white as his palms started to glow“Goodbye.. Valencia” The room was engulfed in a white flash as the females screamed out in pain, the ones closer to him were sure to be incinerated as the others would suffer temporary burns. By the time the room came to normal the only thing that stood in his place was a circular burn on the floor as he had made his escape out of the Vampires castle whilst they were distracted and was making his way to find Cali.

He smirked as he watched her slowly unclip her cloak, it gracefully fell down her body onto the floor as it revealed her more or less clothing she chose to wear it left nothing to the imagination as she wore clothing that complimented her bodies figure. He sat up in his chair as his eyes looked her up and down, what a woman he thought to himself, her husband is a lucky man. ”We have a deal.” the words almost caressed his face as he heard them. Watching as her slender fingers gripped the table and tossed it out of the way, she slowly approached him as he watched her sensual movements, only to be pushed down onto his back on the floor he landed with a thud as she stood on top of him, his eyes looking her over with a smirk. His hues shot blood red as he clicked his fingers, his image shrouded under her as his form disappears and the form of her husband appeared laying on his back under her feet, he had taken his form that was obvious was …
IceTe3a: it to make it easier on her? Or to make sure she doesn’t hold back on her end of the deal.. to be rough, a reminder perhaps? “Teach me the meaning of pain..” he said but it came out in her husband’s voice, how would she feel about that?

CharlotteCarrendar: – Valencia’s pride and anger had made her vulnerable in this moment, for though she thought that the Witcher would be no match for the likes of over two hundred vampire maidens attempting to feed and pleasure themselves with his light coloured body she forgot that this was the very same Witcher who had brought about the end of her own husband –the King in a battle that was between mundane and vampire kind. Her sickening laugh was to soon fade away, as did her cruel smile when the Witcher announced that she had brought about a war that would be Witchers guilds versus her very realm for her disrespect. Hissing violently from her fur covered throne, she rose slowly, like a King Cobra that was preparing to strike. Her nails on each hand appeared to lengthen into what would be described as dark talons, while her beautiful dress began to tear and stretch as the true inner beast – the vampire Queen was about to reveal her true form. Grotesque and vile, with skin the colour green, and hair that was flashings of red on black –she was truly the sight that made you want to claw out your own eyes. Each of her maidens followed suit, with great wings unfurling upon their backs. They were all the shape of women, but now the more obvious parts of their anatomy seemed to meld into their skin, again with a sickly hue. Like a corpse that had been animated in a vile display. Horrific would be a good word. All around the Witcher they gathered on mass, wings beating in a show of strength as he did just declare war. Becoming airborne, the Queen hovered in the air and screeched. ”The Witchers guilds shall not know of your report, if you are dead!” She raised her arms and cackled as a sign for all her maidens of blood to attack. But at this moment, it was when the Witcher would unveil his most deadly sigil. A blast of light that was like the very sun itself was shining its light directly into the hallowed sanctum of the Queen. The affect was immediate. As many as a hundred vampire maidens were turned to ash, incinerated by the blast of light. Beyond them, others were suffering serious burns, their eyes turning white and becoming blind. They cried and screamed, reaching out for each other for comfort, as the Queen herself copped a good blast of light. Her body catching fire and she fell from the sky, only to land in a smouldering heap on the floor. Her wings barely able to beat, as she tried in vain to fight to stand again. It was pitiful as it was demoralizing to her kind. The Witcher had won this round, and with the threat of war to come within the coming months, the Queen had truly bitten off far more than she could chew. Her screams and wails could be heard for miles, and this reached the ears of Eryda. The red Witcher was galloping towards the Vampire mountain. Was she too late?

Within the blacksmith shop, the Blood Elf was reeling from what she was seeing now beneath her. The Vampire known as Vlad had changed his image through glamour to be that of her lost husband. The trickery, as it appeared to be worked a treat with the Blood elf, who started to tear off his shirt, her long nails digging into his flesh as she panted like that of a hungry animal. Cali struck a deal with the Vampire to get information, but this being now looked exactly like him, sounded like him. He wanted to know pain. What greater pain was there than to feel he had been lost to her forever. The Blood elf gripped his head in her hands, and seared a bruising kiss to his lips, that also saw her biting at his bottom lip – pulling at it as she bore her weight down on him. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she teared up slightly, her finger nails dug into his skin as his skin shivered in response his shirt torn from his very body as she forced a burning kiss upon his lips. Her teeth sinking into his bottom lips as she tugged at it he could feel her weight being pressed down on him. He smiled at her as his hands ran up her back softly his fingers would trail against her skin “ You will be reunited with me soon” he said and once again it came out in her husband’s voice, his lips kissing her back with a fierce passion as his hand reached her hair, his fingers raking through it gently while he continued to kiss her. : Strolling down the main road towards Vlad’s he could hear the crying pain screams of the vampire queen as people rushed up towards the castle to see what was going on they were more curious than worried. He knew he would have to collect Cali and go to the Guild meeting where all the masters meet, he would need to report that he had just brought them into a war again, they would not be happy. As he made his way down the path he could not see Mersa nor Cali as he continued to look around for them through the shops he arched a brow as he walked over towards Vlad’s shop, glancing in he saw the overturned table. With a slight smirk he opened the door to interrupt them“Cali, get off him. Vlad tell her what she wants’ to know, the queen has claimed war on the Witchers guilds we need to leave now. For all our sakes. “ He glanced down to Mersa who was happy to see him, waking up with a big yawn she came to a stand and nuzzled his cheek as she strolled outside, “My weapons better have been done” : Vlad heard the door open and then smelled the White wolf just as he spoke “Cali, get off him. Vlad tell her what she wants’ to know, the queen has claimed war on the Witchers guilds we need to leave now. For all our sakes. “ he got up with ease whilst Cali was on top, coming to a stand he had dragged Cali to her feet as well as he was in shock of what the queen had done“What?! She is crazy.. Please inform them that this is the direct statement of her and no one else wishes to break the treaty” he knew what that meant if he was found with the White wolf or Cali he would have to answer for it, and the treaty could be broken for his kind. He would need to overthrow the queen and put someone else in power of the throne.. perhaps him maybe “We must overthrow the queen.. Go now my friend “ he tossed the newly formed blades to the White wolf and turned towards Cali with a slight smile, his form turned back to his own as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand “Your husband is a lucky man my dear… You will find him in the Mundane main city of Carthal, under the slave chains of its queen, she is worse than our queen.. If your husband is anything like you, you won’t have long until she disposes of him from boredom “ he of course was referring to her stubborn and defiant ways, as he touched her he showed her exactly where he was being kept through imagery in her mind. “Now go and free your loved one, White wolf.. We will be in touch” : He caught the new swords as he examined them noting how light weight they were, he obviously embuned them with magic whilst restructuring them completely, they were whole new swords, as he strapped them to his back again he walked over to Cali and grabbed her by the hand basically dragging her out of Vlad’s shop “I will tell the guild that this is her doing and try to save the treaty, I believe you should speak for your people Vlad. They need a king, not a slut of a queen” as he walked out of the shop he rounded on Cali as he shook his head glancing at her, throwing her coat at her he sighed “Anything to save your husband huh? Get a move on “ he said as Mersa came to walk up beside him, they started to head straight for the main gates leading towards the large Cravasse.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Vampire’s trickery was resourceful when he wanted something, and under the glamour guise of the Blood elf male, with the same soothing voice he had invoked within the female the burning need to be reunited with him. Cali seemed to even forget that this man she was kissing, this Vampire was not her husband at all, but his whispered words and stroking had her captivated and she naturally responded with a fervour that was sure to sate his desire to be treated roughly. She was about to rip off her bodice when suddenly she heard the voice of Xo the Witcher coming up behind them. “Cali, get off him. Vlad tell her what she wants’ to know, the queen has claimed war on the Witchers guilds we need to leave now. For all our sakes. “ Cali gasped and looked back over her shoulder to see him standing there, patting the Warg and looking a bit miffed with what he had found. The Vampire was quick to stand on hearing that the Queen had broken the treaty in her wicked scheme to try and tame and make a pet out of Xo. Being almost dragged to her feet, Cali was quick to get her cloak and fasten back around her – suddenly feeling the need to cover herself. She felt sick and dirty when she looked back to see Vlad back to his normal appearance. But the conversation was now between the two men, as the situation had turned dire for them all. No doubt the Queen would recover and then seek to rid the Witcher and his companions from her land. As she strapped back on her pole arm, she felt the touch of the Vampire black smith’s hand to her face. She almost wanted to flinch away since she felt she had dishonoured her husband in her vain attempt to learn of his whereabouts. The Vampire gave the information now freely. ] “Your husband is a lucky man my dear… You will find him in the Mundane main city of Carthal, under the slave chains of its queen, she is worse than our queen.” Cali muttered under her breath a word of thanks, and then with her head bowed she quickly left the Black smith shop, well aware that the Witcher was probably going to roast her for what he had seen her do. She pulled up her hood and waited near the Warg and sure enough the Witcher didn’t disappoint. “Anything to save your husband huh? Get a move on “ Cali shrugged her shoulders as she caught the coat he threw at her and continued to mutter under her breath, her lips still stinging from the Vampire’s kiss. But as they headed out of the township, a great horse thundered up the road, ridden by a woman with flowing red hair. As soon as she came into eyeshot, you could hear her make a loud whooping sound as she brought the horse up to stand on two feet. Bringing the horse down, Eryda recognised Xo and leapt off the horse. She was breathing hard thinking the Vampire Queen finally had him under her spell. Now she could see him walking along with ANOTHER woman? She marched right up to Xo and then took a swing at him. A punch to the jaw. Should it land she would stand with hands on hips and bark. ”I just rode the last ten miles at full gallop cause I was worried about you!” Talk about a way to meet the Mrs. She stared at Cali, who got such a fright, she ran around behind the Warg. ”Whose that?!” Eryda ordered waiting for Xo to speak. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as Cali walked ahead muttering to herself, he shook his head wondering just what lengths she would go to, to save her husband. He was watching her as he saw a horse riding directly for him, as it came closer he arched a brow noting just who it was. The horse bucked up onto its hinged legs as it came down Eryda came jumping off the horse as she walked straight up to him, she swung a punch at him and it stuck true on the side of his jaw, his head sent flying to the side as he chuckled slightly, noting that Cali ran behind Mersa. “Lovely to see you to darling.. “ he smiled as he came to stand straight again his lip cracked and bleeding slightly, as he glanced back to Cali “That’s Cali, she’s a paying Client. Cali.. Meet Eryda my wife. “ he smiled as he looked Eryda up and down only the kind of look a lover would give, as he walked up to Eryda he wrapped his arm around her waist and turned her so she walked with him, Mersa following suit leaving Cali to cower alone. “ Come on Cali, Eryda.. pleasantries later for now lets get out of here before the Queen finds and kills us. She’s proclaimed war on Witchers Eryda, we need to get to the meeting of the masters and tell them” As they walked down the street they could hear Vlad yelling about how the Queen is jeopardizing their treaty with the Witchers and how she’s proclaimed war, he was making his move. : He waited a while before he would do anything, composing himself he walked straight out the door as the crowd massed in the streets all chatting and wondering as they pointed towards the castle. “My people! The queen has gone crazy!! She announced war on the Witchers guilds, Dooming us all as she breaks the Treaty!! We do not have to stand for this!! I have advised the White wolf none of us wish for a war nor to break the treaty!! He will aid us in our war against the Queen and her army!! To take back our city and continue the treaty !! Make me your king and I shall promise you this and more!! “ he shouted to the masses as he flashed his white fangs. Vlad was a high ranked noble male, stronger than the other males and everyone knew of his blessing so no one opposed him, they all cheered and shouted his name stating they were with him, others now cursing the queens name for trying to bring another war. It was to easy.. all it took was a visit from the White Wolf and he would see himself king of the Vampire realm, he would bring them back up in the ranks of mankind a respectable and powerful race once more.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Eryda cocked a brow when hearing that the cowering Cali was a paying client. ”Really? What the devil is she?’ Eryda may have travelled far and wide across the many lands of their realms but this was the first time she had encountered a blood elf. The ears were so long and those eyebrows. Not at all what Eryda would say was attractive on a woman. Still, she was never one for competition. Having given Xo what she would call a lover’s greeting – ie the punch, she was amused to see he was bleeding. Of course, he looked down at her with a fondness that was reserved for a mate. She cut a striking figure in her leather pants, boots and tight bustier. She was not dainty by any sense of the word, but she had it where it counted. A fullness of figure that would give a man much to explore with wandering hands beneath the furs. Feeling Xo put his arm around her, Eryda walked along casually with him as thought nothing had happened, her horse following along behind the Warg. This left Cali on her own. But Cali got a whiff of the blood that was trickling down the Witcher’s chin and licked her lips, fighting her burning need to feed off him. She had become addicted to his energy, his blood. Little by little becoming more and more caught in his web, whether he understood this yet or not. Hearing that the Queen had broken the treaty and that their lives were in jeopardy if they hung around, Eryda rolled her eyes. ”Let me guess, she tried to woo you to her bed and be her new footstool. When is that woman ever going to learn? Hope you sizzled her ass this time. I have a good mind to go in there and give her a piece of my mind.” Eryda was feisty to say the least, but she knew that there was an urgency in Xo’s voice that he wanted to get to the Guild council as soon as they could. If Vlad could not take control of the Queen’s lands there was going to be another war. Eryda slapped her love’s backside hard as they walked along. ”So what else have I missed? You and this…Cali been causing havoc across the mundane lands?’ <3>

IceTe3a: – He smiled as he walked along the path through the gates over towards the large mountain crevasse “She is a Blood elf, and a paying client, How was the job?” he felt her slap his ass as he arched a brow, glancing over to her he smirked as he heard Mersa walking around behind him with Cali following close “ You could say that, We have been travelling since the Dark forest, took out a den of werewolves. They are massing armies all over the realm “ this was partly why he needed to see the guilds masters to advise them that not only has the vampire queen declared war but the werewolves were massing armies in greater numbers than what they have already seen. “The guild hall is up in the snowy mountains, they meet in a week’s time. We should just make it for when they arrive, If they’ll be happy to see us is another thing entirely” shaking his head he turned to Mersa and climbed up on her. Looking down at Eryda he smirked “This is Mersa, we are pact. She’s a lot smarter and faster than that horse you ride.” he chuckled at his own tease as he pulled Cali up to sit behind him on Mersa. Waiting for Eryda to climb up on her horse he directed Mersa to walk beside the horse as they slowly travelled through the crevasse “We should resupply for the cold weather before we hit the trail, Any suggestions in the closest town? “ : With the vampires now Rallied behind vlad he had all the power and support he needed, no doubt the queen would hear of this. As they charged the castle they found it lacking her presence, as one of the noble females advised she had escaped before they could kill her taking her personal army. This left Vlad with an empty throne, a kingdom, the vampire army without leadership and a castle full of noble females, more sexy.. dangerous females than he could deal with oh but he would try. Slowly he walked up to the throne as the crowd cheered his name, as he turned around standing in front of the throne “Do you accept me as your king!?! Here now and forever more!! the crowd cheering in acceptance as he took his seat they all bowed down onto a knee,. “Good, live your daily lives, leave the hard labor to me. Tonight we party and feast in the new era of the vampires!” the common folk left the castle grounds wondering back to their own homes and place of work, leaving Vlad alone in a castle full of wondering female vampires, leaning back against the throne he rests his chin on his clamped hand, his hues glancing around at the passing females. The castle décor and the castle itself started to change form, suiting to his likings as did his clothing, he would need to choose brides this much was expected of him, but who.. which one, he knew so little and they all knew a lot.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Eryda’s interest in Cali piqued when Xo mentioned she was a blood elf. Immediately she became suspicious, not because the girl was paying but more to how the creature was around her husband. Females, as far as Eryda was concerned could never be trusted. Eyrda was about to ask another question, when Xo asked her about her job. Shrugging lightly, like the last job really was a non event; she smacked her lips and said. ”A pirate king who had gotten himself into a spot of bother with one of the neighbouring kingdoms. Kidnapped the Queen and was rumoured to be doing unspeakable things to her. Eh, so I was hired to do the rescue. When i got to the ship however, from the sounds coming from the Pirate King’s quarters, the damn slag was the one that was doing all the torture. Honestly, the pair deserved each other. All I had to do was show proof and headed back to the Kingdom with the Queen in tow…and last I recall she was hung for her infidelity. “ By the jingling sound coming from Eryda’s purse she had earnt herself a right fee for her efforts. ”King asked me to stay and take her place. Naturally I declined.” This was said with a wink, before she whistled for her horse. On hearing they were off to the guild hall, which was located in the Snowy Mountains, Eryda agreed that they would need to stop for provisions and warmer garb before continuing on. Mounting her horse, after watching Xo help the Blood elf to sit in behind him, Eryda adjusted herself in the saddle, and then added. ”If half of what you have told me is true, the Council is going to be most displeased with …..us.” She had to add the us, since even though it was the Witcher and Cali that caused some of the current strife; she was his partner and mate through thick and thin. Looking ahead, Eryda gave a curt nod as to where to stop for provisions. ”Dante’s pass. That is the last outpost before the trek climb. Should take a few hours tops.” Her horse kept up alongside the Warg, while the Blood elf wrapped her arms around the Witcher. She could still smell the blood on his face, and this made her shiver with an unusual eagerness. Her addiction was getting worse. This would not go unnoticed by Eryda, who was now keeping a close eye on the blood elf. <3>

IceTe3a: – He shrugged lightly as he knew she was right the guild masters would be quite upset with him “When aren’t they upset with me? They lack the ability to control me so this obviously pisses them off “ he smirked as his eyes gleamed yellow, he could feel Cali holding around his waist as they rode, she was being unusually quiet. They headed towards Dante’s pass as Eyrda had suggested “Good idea, it’s along the way and they would have what we need.” He was oblivious to Cali’s new found addiction as he continued to ride east towards Dante’s pass with Eyrda riding along side on her horse “The king would have a death wish to attempt in stealing my wife” he gave Eyrda a smirking sideways glance “Cali’s husband made his way into our realm from another realm, she’s here to look for him. Apparently he’s in a bit of trouble” he was filling in Eyrda of what exactly was going on, eventually he would have to fulfil his bargain with Cali and take her to the Mundane kingdom where he was last seen alive. “ Cali the kingdom of the Mundane is up around the snowy mountains, so the meeting hall is on the way. Are you ok with this?” light slowly started to turn to dark as nightfall came just as they reached the boarders of Dante’s pass, he sighed slightly in relief as it had been a long ride, pointing over to the local tavern “We should spend the night, eat and have a good rest. We can trek on dawn once we get our supplies” he glanced over to Eyrda, suddenly a loud growling roar could be heard as he arched a brow his hues glance over into the distance “Frost trolls seemed to have come down from the mountain, Eyrda why don’t you take this one dear. “ he smirked as his eyes locked over at hers whilst he rode Mersa past her towards the frost trolls, as he strolled through the town closer to the frost trolls he could hear their movements and grunts they were on the edge of town on the other side, so no harm to any townspeople yet perhaps they were after some of the farm animals on that side of town.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Xo had a point with the Witcher council. They usually had a beef with his antics, but that was only because his methods were a little unorthodox. She could never imagine any of them ever being able to control him. Hell, she couldn’t and had known that from the start of their courtship. But in a way, she was a lot like him, being head strong and independent. It was half the reason she would go off on her own adventures to fill her purse and learn more about the ways of others. Knowledge was something they treasured and they always wanted to learn more. Eryda tried not to keep staring at the Blood Elf, who was quietly holding onto the Witcher as they both rode the Warg. It was probably a good thing she held her tongue, as the newly reunited Witcher couple were still discussing the upcoming trade station, and just what Eryda had been doing with herself in the months that he and she had been apart. The red witcher laughed at Xo’s suggestion that he would kill the King if he so dared to steal her from him. Little did the Witcher know just what the King was like. ”The King would be no match for the likes of you, or me dare I say it. A scrawny man, with a comb over. No muscular build. Weak blue eyes and skin that looked spotty from memory. For one, a girl like me would break him like a twig.” She let out another laugh just thinking of it. ”I am honoured with the sentiment however, love.” Eryda said with a smile, as she gave her horse a little kick to keep up with the towering Warg. Her horse was quite a bit smaller and the going was getting rough. Just as they discussed supplies, there was a terrible sound. A long loud growl coming from the distance. Frost trolls. ”Ah, just what I needed after a long ride in the saddle.” She jumped down off her horse and smacked its ass to get it to follow along with the Warg and her mate, who had gone on ahead. She took out her sword and held it defensively as she walked along behind, keeping up the rear. No doubt they were hungry, but whose blood would they lust for. <3>

 

White Wolf – Part Seven.

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White Wolf

Part Seven

“The Red Witcher”

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: His hues following her slowly as she offered him a drink of blood, a slight smirk from her next comment as he grunted “Playing coy are we.. Valencia? “ his eyes flickered around the room as all the other female vampires had left as per her orders. “Every fort has its weaknesses Valencia… Would you like me to attack your grand city to show you the flaws? “ he smirked as his head turned as she started to walk around him, he continued to keep an eye on him whilst she circled him “ There would be more than one den, and who knows how many Weres, I came to ask if you were to do anything. Nothing more, Nothing less Valencia” he knew exactly what she really wanted as the back of her hand caressed the right side of his face, his hues glance into hers unfazed at all, allowing her to linger for but a moment before he brushed her off. He walked over to the table that sat centre in the room as he leaned back against it, his arms folded over his chest. “The treaty states we are not allies but under a long peace. We will not help you in any war, In saying that Valencia.. Don’t give me wrong reason to come back here” he glanced over at her, as he left it to her to understand his threat. “if you know of the wolves at your door then my work is done here, I’ll take my leave. Unless we have anything else to bring to the table” slowly he scanned to room wondering if the other female vampires were around, it wasn’t smart of him to walk in alone and unarmed in a castle full of female Vampires, but he didn’t worry.

Vlad watched as his eyes glowed a bright red, suddenly the old female vampire exploded leaving a bloody puddle on the floor. The crowd started to wonder off as the entertainment had finally finished, people wondered back to their usual jobs leaving Vlad standing there watching the elf s he could hear her breath. His eyes flickered to the Warg as he smirked, walking up to Cali he passed the Warg as she gave him one sniff and noting he had Xo’s scent on him. “Quite a display of power, elf. No doubt you’re with the White wolf? “ he chuckled as his fingers briskly clawed through the Wargs fur, she let of a murmur as she was enjoying the pat. Obviously Mersa knew Vlad was a friend of Xo’s from the strong scent coming from him, she could smell him but not his blood so she had obviously put two and two together. “You keep what you kill in this town, take what wears you want from the old hags shop then come visit me at my blacksmith, I’m sure you’ll find something useful in there” He then left her in the street as he walked back to his shop, wondering just what her story was. He overheard her asking about a male’s location and caught the entire convocation between the two, she obviously lost someone dear and was searching for him, perhaps with the White Wolfs help. Opening his door, it swung casually as he entered it closed behind him. Taking up his usual spot behind the counter on the chair, his legs sprawled up on the counter itself as he picked up his usual book that he had read thousands of times before, was this elf White Wolfs replacement lover? Did the other half know about this new female? Oh so many a question, such drama; this was getting interesting.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Valencia cooed softly as Xo accused her of playing coy. Naturally she was one that knew how to turn on the charm when she wanted too. The room was now eerie as it fell silent as the other vampires knew it was not wise to interrupt the Queen as she tried to groom the Witcher to fall for her charms. She even chewed her bottom lip and let out a light chuckle, which sounded oddly menacing with her deep accent. The Queen’s body language was like that of a snake, moving in a fluid fashion before him, trying to silently entice him with her womanly wiles. She listened as he made mention of how every fort had a weakness. That he would be willing to show her the City’s flaws as proof that he was not one to be trifled with. The Queen didn’t stop in her circling. She found his word play to be filled with double meanings.”What is your weakness, my Witcher? I am sure you could lay waste to my city if you so wished. But I am far more interested in you.” Stopping only when the Witcher mentioned the Were’s again, she rolled her eyes as though the thought of the Were doing anything was boring. She much rather feast forever on the Witcher’s rich blood. Watching the Witcher walk towards a table, then spin and lean against it with his arms folded, the Queen tilted her head back and forth and then with a very wicked grin, she said simply. ”If the Were came near, I happen to know that my army would fell them all within a day, and I would never be short of a rug in the many rooms of my castle.” So sure was she that her army was up to stop the Were menace if she should give the order. Slowly she started to close the distance between them and draped her arms around his neck. The Queen’s tongue slithered out of her mouth –ripe and red in colour. She licked the Witcher’s neck in one slow move of her head. Valencia growled playfully, as her nails dragged across the back of his neck and settled on his shoulders. ”Wars are boring. I’d rather talk about you…and me.” Her eyebrows wiggled as she shimmied against his chest with her ample bosom.

Cali shot a look over her shoulder as she heard the approach of the Vampire named Vlad. The market village had more or less returned to normal as the fight between the Blood Elf and the merchant Vampire ended. The oozing remains of the merchant seeped into the very earth and left behind nothing but her stall and slaves. The mundane blood slaves all cowered thinking they were going to be next – their cries grew quiet on the arrival of Vlad. He commented that she had shown a great deal of power in dispatching of the old vampire, and Cali merely shrugged. She cared not for the old woman, only what she could tell her about her lost husband. No doubt you’re with the White wolf? “ Strapping her pole arm on her back, the Blood elf nodded. ”Aye, I am. What is it to you?” Course, she had no idea about the friendship between Vlad and Xo so her question was an obvious one. She turned and stepped out from under the Warg, who was growling happily from Vlad’s pat. “You keep what you kill in this town, take what wears you want from the old hags shop then come visit me at my blacksmith” Watching him walk away, Cali quickly glanced at the stall which was mainly cloth and fine scarves. Bundling up a few into a larger cloak, she tied it off and hung it off her polearm, before walking over to the blacksmith’s shop. ”Come on, Warg.” Cali said, thinking the Warg may follow her. Reaching the door, she opened it taking a quick look to see if she was being followed then entered. <3>

IceTea: He arched a brow as he felt her slowly brush up against him, her fingers slowly caressing his body as his eyes never left hers, he was used to her touch it was nothing new to him. As she asked what his weakness was he chuckled “I wasn’t bred with weakness, only power. “ he could feel her body pressed against her as she said how easily her army of a few thousand vampires would destroy the Were’s with ease. He chuckled as he arched a brow “Oh.. but of course “as he felt her nails grazing his back, her tongue found his neck but that’s as close as she would ever get to tasting him. As his hands wrapped around her gently “ You and your kind may be dwindling in numbers.. but you’re strong” he smirked as he slowly lowered her down onto the floor on her back, as he came down on his knees over her his eyes looking into hers as he smirked, with a slide of the hand a silver dollar appears in between his fingers “What’s.. One were.. right? Compared to your army “ he smirked and dropped the silver dollar as it fell down, hitting her skin as it singed her and bounced off from the impact. He chuckled as he arched a brow, now two silver dollars in between his fingers “Or two… weres he does the same thing, they fell, singed and bounced off as he chuckled again. His hand now empty as he closed it, holding it above her “How about.. a thousands weres.. as he opened his palm slightly his eyes were glowing a bright yellow he was obviously using magic, as silver dollars starts to pour out of his hand, falling down and resting on her skin as it started to burn her “Or ten thousand weres.. Your army can handle ten thousand.. right?” the flow of the falling coins starts to increase as more and more fell down covering her, smoke starts to rise as his eyes never left hers “What about.. a hundred thousand were’s “ as her body was almost engulfed in silver dollars leaving only her eyes and mouth uncovered as the dollars continued to fall he got up and stood next to her “If you can’t handle a few thousand silver dollars, how’s your army supposed to handle a hundred thousand weres? You will be overrun by sheer numbers. His eyes stopped glowing as the silver dollars vanish leaving her without a mark, it was a illusion spell he used on her when she got close to him, a slight smirk against his lips as he arched a brow [b] “It seems to me Queen.. you’re in more trouble than you think, and how are you to tame me when you deep in your neck with Were’s? I shall take my leave now. “ he turned as he left her laying on the floor, he started to walk towards the front door.

A short amount of time passed as he was waiting for the elf to come into the shop, he glanced around his shop taking note of different styles of weaponry and different styles of making each weapon was hung up on the wall, among armors and clothing styles he had made. He smirked as he was proud of his crafts, hearing the door open as he watched the elf look behind her checking no one was following he chuckled slightly to himself as he watched her enter the store“Welcome to my shop, feel free to browse around. No doubt you have questions.” his eyes glanced up to hers as he smirked before glancing back down to his book and continued to read. “And yes, I made everything you see. “ : Mersa watched as Cali walked into the shop, she grunted slightly as she walked to the shop herself and laid down right in front of the shop, she was guarding the front door making sure no one would enter and disturb them, with a slight yawn she lazily drifted off to sleep.

CharlotteCarrendar:- On a mountain road about a day’s ride away, a lone being walked the dusty trail that led from a neighbouring mundane enclave. With a heavy purse, the female had done her duty and been paid handsomely for dispatching the den of thieves that had plagued a city port to near ruin. She had left Xo’s side some months before, and now was on the trail to be reunited with her bonded mate. Long nights by campfires and days spent alone on the hunt had left her longing to be by his side and fight with him. Words and whispers had spoke of the Witcher on the road to the Vampire kingdom, no doubt there was troubles in that land and sure enough if Eryda knew her mate, the Queen would be about to sink her teeth into him if given the chance. With flowing red hair that was swept from her shoulders as she walked, the female Witcher was about to find more than just her mate. A lot more.

Within the Queen’s castle, Valencia’s plans to make the Witcher her new addition weren’t exactly going to plan. At first she thought that luck was on her side, when he laid her down on the floor – her black hair spilling out and creating a frame around her face as she grinned at his words that complimented her kind on strength. Naturally, she could only think of her on wants at this point and not be trifled with facts and numbers on the cost of war. However, it was when he made a silver dollar drop from his hand and singe her skin, that the smile soon evaporated. Her eyes darkened, while he brought out two more coins, dropping them on her so that each time she was burnt by the precious metal. ”STOP THAT!” A loud hiss emitting from between her lips, while her voice grew louder. Suddenly, there was that bright shine of yellow in his eyes and then more and more silver dollars appeared. Raining down in a torrent, that had her burning and screaming wildly. The Queen screamed and cried out as the silver coins were about to consume her whole. His magic had truly bewitched her into believing that this torture was real. Smoke, the smell of burning flesh was ripe and the Queen soon got the message that the silver dollars were to be likened to the Were invasion should it happen. Her arms raised up out of the coin deluge and she bared her fangs in defiance, as the coins all but stopped and vanished. The Witcher got up from where he had been kneeling and the Queen had to compose herself before she did the same. Her hands quickly running over her body, her face for scars. Eyes of the darkest red blazed as she rose from her place on the floor to standing. In the blink of an eye she went from being behind him to blocking his exit at the door. ”That…was not nice.” Valencia snarled, her temper truly frayed. ”I offer you a life of luxury as my personal servant and you do your wicked tricks.” It was clear that the Queen had not quite given up on her desires, but she did come to reason with him about the Weres. ”My kind did not start some kind of war to make the Were increase their number. If they had wanted to attack, they would have. Has it occurred to you, that perhaps they are after…something else?’ She did of course mean the mundane kingdoms. Would he buy it? Was she being honest in this moment of high tension?

Looking over the many weapons on display at the Black smith’s shop, she reached out and ran her finger along one long sword that took her fancy. Not normally one to wield such a weapon, it was well crafted, and had lettering on it she had not ever seen before. Each weapon she came to note had been crafted as though each had a special signature, a special kind of magic added. Hearing the Warg enter the shop then settle, the blood elf started to feel more at ease. She reached for the long sword, and then held it with her right hand, slowly swinging it through the air. ”You do beautiful work. I am impressed. Not seen this sort of weaponry before. Are you self taught?’ The blood elf was genuinely intrigued, and waited for his answer. <3>

IceTe3a: – She appeared before his eyes as he arched a brow she was now blocking his way out as he chuckled, shaking his head at her statement “And you think you of all people can tame me? I am spoken for. “ he folds his arms on his chest again as he waits for her to move, then she starts talking about the Weres as he breaks out into a laughter “Now you want to discuss the were’s? Please, The mundane are nothing more than food for Were’s everyone knows you’re their mortal enemy. You either did something to provoke them, or they are prepping to finally kill you. he turned on his heels and paced around the hall for a moment before spinning back to face her “Now.. You saw what I did earlier, get out of my way” glancing around he arched a brow “You will never have me, and there isn’t enough of your females in this castle to take me down forcefully. So one last time.. Move or have at me. “ 

Looking up from his book as he watched her pick up a long sword that he had crafted, a slight smirk as he raised a brow“Indeed I am, I believe the weapon.. creates itself and chooses its wielder, That.. is Nex the blade of a thousand souls. Its magic is yet to be unlocked, only when it’s true master claims it, will it show its true form and power. He smirked wondering if she knew each weapon was made for only one person that the weapon chooses the bearer. He arched a brow as he noticed the warg sitting in his shop, with flick of his wrists a slab of meat flies out from the back room and down towards the Warg, as he watches her happily chew on it. [b] “And yourself, looking for someone..? A husband I believe, Queen of the Mundane, a female mage. “ he knew she would want more information off him, but it would cost her, and cost her dearly. As his eyes looked down towards his book as if he said it in causal talk.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The Vampire Queen was pretty confident that she could tame the Witcher, but of course half the fun was in the chase and as of yet she had not been successful. There was something about the Witcher that had the Queen entranced and so she did her best every time they came to meet to try and woo him to her bed. When Xo mentioned that he was spoken for, the Queen actually tipped her head back and laughed. ”Eryda? The red Witcher? Please, if she was yours…where is she?” Valencia glanced around then pouted. ”I heard she would much rather fill her own purse with gold, than fill your sheets.” As much as the Witcher wanted to torment her about the Weres and their reasons for building up their army, she did the same about the Witcher’s mate. But the Queen was holding back. She wanted the Witcher more than just for what he could give her by way of blood, but also in protecting her and her kingdom from a menace like the Weres. Knowing that they were playing out a game of tactical chess, the Queen moved away from the door, and ran her hand along what was a Were hide that was tacked to the wall. ”So I might have killed the Alpha’s mate….for fun. How was I to know they would get upset. I mean, surely he has plenty of females and wouldn’t miss one. Hmm?” She glanced back at the Witcher with an evil look on her face. ”I won’t lie. The world would be far better off without the Weres around. It would smell a lot better.” she joked, before letting out a sigh. ”Now stop being so difficult and just give love a chance.” The Queen was one stubborn bitch.

Listening to the Black Smith, Cali was soon to learn that each of the weapons on display were unique to the others. Each one was not made for public purchase but rather the weapon chose the owner. How odd, the Blood elf thought. Setting the sword back up on the shelf, she then snapped her head around, when the Black smith said he knew what she was looking for or rather who. ..? A husband I believe, Queen of the Mundane, a female mage. “ Cali near jumped out of her skin. This was even more information than the old merchant had. The black smith returned to reading his book, and this was when Cali took out the satchel of dragon’s blood. She set it down on his table and opened the bag slightly. ”Please, tell me what you know. What has become of my husband?’ <3>

IceTe3a:- He smirks slightly as she had tried to use his wife against him, arching a brow as he watched her slowly move towards a pelt “You will not anger me with your taunts, call upon your females let them at me and see what happens”as he examined the pelt while she stroked it he heard her say it was the alpha’s female, he shook his head and sighed“Then you have doomed yourself. The packs won’t stand for that, no doubt every den around is massing an army against you.” he thought about his next step he knew she wouldn’t let him leave and he was unarmed so he couldn’t threaten her with weaponry as he sighed slightly. “ Love? Being a slave or food is not love. Besides, we both know I already have a Love and if she were here.. Let’s just say I’m the kinder out of the two of us” he smirked as he was fed up with her games, his eyes glowed yellow once more “Now either have at me or attempt to feed me to your masses of females otherwise get out of my way.. this time his tone was more serious, the threat was real this time.
Vlad watched as she put the sword back arching a brow as he knew she would leave this shop with one of his fine weaponry but which one would choose her was another question. He smirked as she looked shocked, almost running over and dumping a satchel of dragons blood on his desk, he chuckled slightly as he glanced into the satchel “Im not like other vampires my dear.. Blood is not my craving.. he smirked as he looked her up and down for a moment, as he smiled while meeting her eyes “You look a strong dominate female.. My weakness.. these days is of the more physical side of life. After White Wolf blessed me from any weakness to silver “ it was true, Vlad loved dominate females like most vampire males but his love for it was something stronger than the others he truly loved it and loved it rough. He wondered just how far she would go to get what she needed, “ Complete your task.. Treat me like you would him but.. rougher.. and I shall be an open book” he smirked as he came to a stand and shut the book he was reading with a loud thud, it disappeared in a cloud of black smoke as he raised his hand, the smoke showing a image of a male elf like her bound in chains, this was a real viewing of the elf. Vlad had the ability to see other places from a distance and even show others what was happening as the cloud of smoke disappeared so did the image of her husband. “Well?” he arched a brow.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Valencia was growing tired of the games and in the back of her mind, she knew that it was her irresponsible actions that angered the Weres to want to amass such a large army. But being the Vampire Queen, she also believed she was above such worries of what killing one female were could do. The Witcher was right however, and she had no one but herself to blame for what was coming, and it would come regardless of whether the Witcher was there or not. She ripped her hand away from the Were pelt and now showed her true nature. ”Eryda is not here, and I am sure she is many leagues away too busy fighting her own battles, than to worry about you.” You could actually see the mask of beauty starting to be replaced by something far more hideous. Spite and bile were rising as the Queen showed her inner being. ”I grow tired of your insolence. You had your chance to be by my side. Now…you can be a meal for my ladies in waiting. GIRLS…HE’S ALL YOURS!” From out of every shadow, the many hundreds of female vampires descended on the room, some appearing from mist, others materializing out from behind the vast pillars. All were wild and foul looking. This was turning into a nightmare, with over two hundred for the Witcher to fight off, as the Queen laughed manically from her throne. ”That’s right Ladies…a true feast. A Witcher’s blood is eternal.”

High in the hills, the sounds of the Queen’s laughter echoed through Eryda’s mind as she came to a stop and closed her eyes. In meditation, she could see her beloved surrounded by many vampire maidens all set to attack him at the Queen’s orders. Eryda’s eyes snapped open, and she whistled loudly. A large dark horse appeared from over the hill, and Eryda ran up alongside it and gripped it’s mane, swinging her leg over and mounting the horse in a trice. With a kick to the horse’s flank the red haired Witcher sped off towards the Vampire kingdom…to save her mate from the Queen’s clutches.

Cali’s face was one of shock when the Black Smith named his price for information that would help her find her husband. What she didn’t count on was that he would rather that she dominated him in a physical way, than accept the dragon’s blood for payment. This was something the Blood Elf would never have considered since she was bound to her mate, her beloved, though she was starting to become addicted to the Witcher’s life force. The Blood elf’s hand slowly drew back the satchel of dragon’s blood now that she knew that was not enough to barter for her husband’s whereabouts. Seeing the mist like image of a blood elf in chains only made the situation worse. “ Complete your task.. Treat me like you would him but.. rougher.. and I shall be an open book” The Vampire slammed the book shut as he made his point known. You could see the Blood elf trying to weigh up if it was worth the price he wanted. She was not some woman that sold her body for gain or profit, but this was different. He was using her love for her mate as the bargaining chip. ”Well” Raising her head, she unclipped her cloak, which suddenly fell to the floor, revealing her very bold attire, that left little to the imagination.”Warg…guard the door.” she said over her shoulder to the beast that lay just a short distance away enjoying some meat. The green eyes of the Blood Elf settled once more upon the Vampire. ”We have a deal.” Cali gripped the table that he had sat behind and tossed it out of the way, leaving the way free to approach him. The Blood Elf pushed him down upon his back onto the floor of his shop. She was about to show him just how rough a Blood Elf could be. <3>

 

White Wolf – Part Six

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White Wolf

Part Six

”Cali’s Rage”

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IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

CharlotteCarrendar: The Blood elf reached for the hood that was a part of her crimson cloak. Bringing it up and over her blonde tresses, she covered her head and did as the Witcher had instructed. She bowed her head and refrained from taking in the watching eyes of the outlander Vampires. The farming colony that had fields with specially bred blood mundane workers would go unseen – Cali’s green eyes looking straight down at the large head of the Warg, who was moving slowly, almost cautiously behind the Witcher. Cali’s cloak draped over the back of the warg, whose muscular legs twitched with each step taken. The female warg was an intimidating sight to behold, but also linked magically to the Witcher, so should any Vampires be foolish enough to try and attack, the Warg was under Xo’s protection. Cali gripped the Warg’s shaggy mane holding tight as they continued to make their way forward. Xo was quick to comment that thought she was a warrior, the Vampires were out of her league. This brought no joy to the Blood Elf, who prided herself on her abilities. She had felled the Alpha were, did that not account for anything? No, this coven was one of great size. A castle within the very mountain carved and fashioned from the rock over countless centuries. Time was not an issue for the Vampires under the Queen’s rule.

Reaching the castle gates, two Vampire guards that were heavily dressed in fashionable armour that not only looked intimidating but was also very well fashioned. Clearly, the Queen’s army were well supplied and with the many farms of slaves their needs to feed were met without issue. The gates were opened without so much as a question, for the name of the White wolf had been uttered and whispered by many that they had already passed. Shadows flickering then vanishing at speed. It took a great deal of self control for Cali to not sneak a peek out from under her hood, but she had been warned not to and heeded his word. The gates they passed through were truly magnificent. Crafted from iron and fashioned into tall spikes, they were adorned with skulls and other emblems. All designed to evoke fear into those that dared to enter the inner sanctum.

Only once inside the gates, did the Witcher again speak. It was to advise Cali that the Vampires were true craftsmen of both weapons and armour. There would be a blacksmith for certain and it seemed the Witcher already had ideas of who he wished to see and do trade with. The commodity in such a place was blood, and nothing more rarer than dragon’s blood. It was in a satchel presented to Cali, that held in it enough dragon’s blood that would be considered a King’s ransom. Cali was careful as she took the bag, hearing the clink of the glass vials within. Appreciative, Cali nodded in thanks – refraining from speaking as she felt it was unwise at this point. Cali was told to stay with the Warg, but use the vials wisely when it came to trade for either information on her lost husband, or for something she might need in their travels.

The Witcher left Cali and headed off into the crowded market place as Vampires parted like the red sea and allowed him to walk where he pleased. It was then that Cali raised her head, and she could see many now staring at her. The right corner of her mouth twitched as she sneered at those that dared look at her. She was more like them than they would ever come to realize. She knew she couldn’t easily do trade sitting on the back of the Warg, and took this moment to throw her leg over and alight from the monstrous beast. Her head turned ever so slowly as she took in the various stalls. Naked mundane that were chained to some carts stared at the blood elf, only to be beaten by their Vampire masters. Hearing the cries of the beaten mundane, Cali sees a merchant stall that sells crystals and jewellery. Naturally inquisitive, she starts to walk towards the market stall. Her stature had her be taller than most Vampires and she picked up a bracelet with a glowing red crystal. The Vampire trader stared at Cali’s eyes, curious why they were such a strange green tinge. ”What are you…you are not Mundane?” Cali turned over the bracelet, then she heard another whisper from a stall selling bolts of cloth. ”She is a Blood elf…seen her type before.” It was a much older Vampire, a woman. She had long black hair, but some silver streaks through it. The Vampire licked her lips and then uttered. ”Their blood is to die for.”

Up in the castle, the Vampire Queen is now standing in one of her side chambers, changing into a very revealing silken gown that leaves nothing to the imagination. Her hair is being brushed by one of her male slaves, while another is placing on her jewellery. ”I want to look ravishing, before he gets here.” she mused, chuckling to herself as she could almost taste his blood in the air. <3>

IceTe3a: He was now without weapons but he was trained in the unarmed arts and was still stronger than most vampires, as a backup he still had his vials he always kept on him just in case it went the wrong way. He started to head towards the main gates of the Castle taking note of shops he would have to visit later, the vampires has rare artefacts and herbs that you just couldn’t find in other shops. As usual people cleared a path as he casually strolled through them, his yellow eyes giving off what he was to anyone who didn’t know, there was only one other Witcher strong enough to walk through these lands and she.. was his other half, although they parted ways whilst taking another job they always found their way back together. You always could tell which vampire was a new blood by the way they looked at him, their eyes shot open as they were told of his stories and his countless victories over battles including the Vampiric war. Something most vampires hated him for although none dared step up to him to claim their right to challenge. As he walked closer he glanced around at the people he passed through, those who took the path of evil also found ways into here mainly mundane slavers and assassins, crooks who were tough as nails though they would fall victim to a vampire if they did not tread carefully. Finally reaching the gates he looked upon the Queens personal guards, his lips opened slightly “We know.. here to see the Queen” as they opened the gates he smirked. Walking through the doors into the Queens castle he noticed a distinct change in the décor, a more rich and sophisticated style of dark gothic décor was used in here, among that countless mundane nailed or chained around in torture toys to feed and play on for the nobles, funny thing about vampires, the females were stronger and counted higher in the race. The female vampires were the nobles although there were few males like Vlad who carried their way up to become noble.. very few lasted, as the female vampires were sinister and seductive to a danger, enjoying the pleasure in toying, feeding and killing males. That was the role of a male sort as useless nothing more nothing less, even though they knew of his strength and feats, they urged for such a rare toy to be theirs, as it would give them higher status in their rankings that and the legends say he cannot die.. among other things, so personal pleasure came with the package and many sort to see it for their own, he didn’t mind the attention even if it came at a price. He looked around as he noticed already a overwhelming amount of female Vampires lurking around in their gothic attire, their eyes fixated on him whilst he stood at the front door. : *TANG TANG TING* sparks flew as Vlad continued to slam down the hammer on the now magical blade’s every so often throwing them in the black fire, once he was happy with them he took them out of the fire and raised his palm as they came to float mid air in front of him slowly spinning. They were imbued with the power of the dragon, as he waved his hand across the blade blessing and embedding his own powerful magic a sacrifice well needed to repay a old debt. The blades themselves were thin but unbreakable, light but would hit heavier than anything before and engraved with gothic style art all the way from the hilt to the tip. Grabbing them by the grip he smirked as he started to slice them around, a piercing sound seemed to echo through the air as if they were cutting through the air itself. Pointing the silver sword at a large tree a meter away, he sliced the air between it after a few seconds the tree sliced vertically in two and fell apart, the swords were perfect as he ran his thumb gently in the air near the blade accidently cutting himself, blood tricked down his thumb as he pushed it in between his lips and sucked. “Perfection.. these blades will make history” he smirked with his dark wine eyes gleaming. The blades themselves were crafted that well that they cut through most things with ease, the tree stood a meter away as the sword never once hit it and split in two this would show the work of vlad’s skills in blacksmithing. Never would he make such weaponry for anyone else but the White wolf as he held a great debt to the man. Packing the swords up in their new sheaths he carried them around with him as he walked into his own shop and closed the doors, walking behind the counter he placed the swords underneath and sat down slowly sucking on a blood pack while reading a book. Perhaps today would be an interesting day and bring more customers, as he casually glances around his shop at his wares of weaponry, armors and clothing he had hand built himself. He had once before had a visit from the female Witcher, but the White wolf was a rare treat as this was the first time they had seen each other after that day. He should have told the White wolf that the female Witcher was in the lands only a day ago, perhaps they would find each other or perhaps she was already gone. Either way he smelt a new scent on the Witcher something that wasn’t his, another female and she wasn’t Mundane, he was curious to see just who she was and what she was as her scent was new to him.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Cali set down the bracelet as the fabric merchant at the next table was now staring at her with a hunger in her blood red eyes. Behind her a hush came over the crowd, for it was not uncommon for blood to literally be spilt over trade. But this was not about trade, this was about the Blood elf being identified for what she was, and to top it off the merchant knew of her kind. Was it possible that this woman, this vampire had come across her husband in her travels? With the satchel of dragon’s blood vials tied to her waist, the Blood Elf left the jewellery merchant and made her way over to the lecherous fabric merchant. ”Our blood is to die for…you say.” The crimson hood that had covered Cali’s head slipped back to reveal the fine blonde tresses – the unmistakable long ears. Cali could be intimidating when she wanted to be. The vampire chuckled darkly and gave a slight tilt of her head. ”In a land not far from here. I…get around you know. There was talk of one that looked..very much like you in fact. Described to the letter, tis how I know what you are. Though…the blood elf was male. Shackled…like a dog.” Cali could feel the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. There was every chance that this was her husband, and the merchant – the vampire knew exactly where he was. A fierce glaze came over Cali’s eyes, as her hands started to glow with a terrible green aura. ”Where is this land? SPEAK!”You could hear a loud chatter of many now watching this spectacle that was taking place. Even the Warg would hear the rising voice of the angered Blood Elf. The vampire merchant laughed. ”I could tell you, but … it’s going to cost you.” She then snapped her fingers as three mundane slaves were summoned to rise and protect her. Using naked mundane to fight a Blood Elf seemed fool hardy in Cali’s eyes, and she snarled at the merchant. ”Your slaves won’t last a minute against me.”

In the castle, female nobles were tittering and laughing. Their bodies moving with the shadows as speed. Echoes of their voices rang out through the hallowed halls of the Vampire Queen. The Witcher was a great prize indeed, and many would give everything they had, even their immortality if they could just get a taste of his magical blood. Out from the side chamber, the Queen herself now appeared. A dazzling head dress adorning her head, her body glistening with oils and scented to mask what was a very unnatural scent that came from her. She was death personified. A beauty to be sure, but often what is beautiful on the outside, is rotten to the core and this was the case with the Queen. Followed by two chosen hand maidens that were also Vampires, they made their way to the audience chamber, where the Queen was certain to meet her beloved Xo. So long, so many nights she had dreamed of what it would be like to lay beside him, and feast on his blood. The blood of a Witcher, was the greatest prize a woman could possibly have. Her plan was to secure him as her toy – her own personal blood slave to keep her vital forever. <3>

IceTe3a: Mersa was laying down beside an alleyway as she watched the vampires pass by, those who noticed her were quick to move on, a slight growl was forced out for those who stayed too long. A Yawn as her large fangs flashed out with a slight squeal, snorting her head came back down, Mersa wasn’t stupid in fact she was highly intelligent. Her ears perk up as she hears Cali’s voice raise, a growl escaping her lips as she came to a tall stand. Those vampires who stopped nearby to watch quickly gasped and ran away from Mersa, she slowly padded her way out of the Alleyway to view Cali looking ready to fight. She knew that Xo wanted Cali protected, and she took pride in following her alpha’s orders, as she made her way over through the crowd of vampires basically bowling them over as she passed through. Coming to a stop behind Cali her bottom jaw just touched the tip of Cali’s head as she snarled at the elderly vampire, her eyes piercing down at the Mundane slaves, there for support and to back Cali up moreso than an outrage of attack. : His hues flicker around to the females who were sitting poised in the same room as him, they whispered to each other as their eyes were examining his fine form, he could feel them wanting him. He snorted with a smirk as he moved forward, “I expect she’s on her way, otherwise you ladies.. would be making attempts” he had a sinister grin to his face as he glanced around the room, he could smell her before he she entered the room always doused in rich elegant scented oils. His eyes flickered around the room examining the female vampires, they were not like mundane females, the vampire females were more… sensual.. fitter.. in short they all looked sexy, that’s what made them so attractive and deadly to any male, they could not resist their charms. His eyes flicker to door knowing she would be using this one to enter through, she would attempt her ways upon him and even attempt to force him perhaps but in the end he always walked out without a single mark upon his skin, he was too strong for them to tame. “I wouldn’t suppose any of you know about the Were’s massing armies across the lands..? No? his eyes shot over to the female vampires still poised in their chairs, as he shook his head “Valencia…. What took you so long? We need to talk “ he smirked as the doors opened wide… : Sitting in his chair as he flicked through the pages of a book he had read thousands of times before, only to hear a commotion outside followed by raised voices and growling “ The bat’s stuck in the bell towers again..” he growled to himself as he kicked his feet down off the table as they landed with a thud on the floor, tossing the book on the counter he sighed as he stood up and paced his way outside, being taller than the other vampires it wasn’t hard for him to get a good view of what was going on, as he noticed a large Alpha warg standing behind that of an elf, whilst they argued with an elderly vampire.“ Petty arguments.. SHED SOME BLOOD ALREADY” he said as his eyes shot an immense glowing red, he was known for his fighting skills and like the White wolf was sort of a legend of his own write in the Vampire realm, not only his skills in crafting but his skills in fighting as well, he was one of the stronger males thus why he had not perished to a female yet or become a toy. He grunted out as he walked through the crowd to get a better view, gripping shoulders and tossing people down into the dirt so they would get out of his way until he was standing in front of the pack. His glowing red eyes watching the argument unfold as he sniffed her the scent was familiar, no doubt that of the female that was with the White Wolf, he always did keep strange company; No doubt the warg was his as well. His tongue peaks out from his lips as he licks his fangs, with an arched brow, he wondered just what would happen, would an agreement and price be struck or would there be bloodshed? Only time would tell.

CharlotteCarrendar:- Seeing the silver haired Witcher, with the scar that came down across half his face – those yellow eyes, the Queen actually stopped and held up a hand for her maidens to do the same. Valencia wanted to savour this moment. How his words were such a tease to the likes of her. Asking what took her so long, and that they needed to talk. A sharp flick of her hand and her hand maiden’s vanished from behind her and took their places near the walls. All the other females backed away into the shadows, knowing that the Queen wanted a more private audience with the Witcher.”One cannot simply rush perfection. Besides, I wanted to look my best for you…Xo. Time is on my side.” Her voice had a rich velvet like tone that was again part of her way of luring men into her clutches. By beauty of voice, movement and speech – she was the perfect woman. Her right hand lowered to her side, and she strolled along the stone floor, with her fine heels making barely a sound. Only the tinkling of her jewellery could be heard. As she came close to him, she could see he was not there to see her, per say but rather to find out why the Weres were amassing an army. Valencia tutted, as she reached for a pitcher that contained mundane blood, that she poured into a goblet. Setting down the pitcher, she curled her fingers around the stem of the goblet and picked it up, swirling its contents as she regarded the Witcher thoughtfully. ”Business before pleasure? I rather it the other way around.” She brought the goblet to her lips, before taking a mouthful and swallowing. Valencia grinned as her elongated fangs were shown off against her ripe and full lips.”Drink?” she offered, now wanting to toy with the Witcher. ”Course not, you don’t dine on the likes of Mundane blood. How silly of me.” She set down the goblet and then folded her arms. You could hear the titter of laughter from the amused females of the court, who were soon silenced as the Queen turned her head in the direction of the feminine voices.”Weres? Amassing an army, you say? Hmm. Now, why would that concern us? I mean, you know how well fortified this mountain is.” She then lowered her arms, and closed the distance between them, extending her right hand to caress the right side of his face with the back of her hand. ”I’m more interested to know why you felt the need to see me. Surely since you dispatched the Were menace and…did me a favour.” Her red hues glistened as she oozed her sexual prowess. ”Nothing escapes my attention.” Indeed her spies had been resourceful.

Cali felt the Warg come up behind her, and then the slow dripping of drool on the top of her head. The mundane slaves shook with terror and backed down much to the Vampire merchants horror and disgust. Not only that, the Warg had the scent of the Witcher. Combine that with an angered Blood elf you had the makings of a dangerous pairing. Hearing the voice of one shout in the background, to shed some blood already, the blood elf held out her polearm and directed the fire crystal in the Vampire merchant’s direction. ”Last chance…Where is the land you speak of?” Outnumbered and with the blacksmith Vampire now egging them on, the elderly Vampire huffed and then spoke. ”Dagara….its two days ride from here. The blood elf…is being held in slavery by the Queen there.” As the words left the Elderly Vampire’s mouth Cali’s hands which had been building up an aura coupled with the magic of her pole arm and she blasted the merchant with full force. Cali’s whole body shook as her rage over took her and she blew the vampire apart leaving behind only a puddle on the ground. The swirling green orbs absorbed all the energy and then returned to Cali’s hands, as she lowered her pole arm, the end hitting the dirt. <3>

 

White Wolf – Part Five

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White Wolf

Part Five

”Valencia; The Vampire Queen”

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: He came to only to watch Cali jump down on top of the Alpha werewolf, noting she had the upper hand of all of this, she was stealing its life force. It of course kicked and growled in defiance as it tried to break free of her grip, Cali copped some scratches to herself but that’s what she got while being so close to the alpha. She was brave enough to take it on in close combat, and she was winning; the Werewolf slowly kicked less as it became weaker, he noticed Cali’s hand raise up in the air and come down hard striking true as she ripped out the beating heart of the Werewolf. The Alpha’s body went limb as the beating heart gave out its last thump, walking over to Cali he knew she would need to feed and heal soon as he came to a stop in front of her “Not so easy is it?” this of course was in reference to his daily job, dealing with countless beasts like this alone. They had successfully cleared out the entire den the town of Drakenwood which will no longer be under the curse of the Werewolves. They would be glad to hear this and give thanks and payment for the Witchers troubles. It was time to leave this foul place, as he drew a sign in the air, the air sign once again caused their feet to glow as he jumped and disappeared into the darkness, landing on the platform high up where they first came from Cali was sure to join him up there as they walked out through the tunnels they came from and out of the Den itself. Mersa strolled over and nuzzled his hand as he stroked her fur, she was pleased he had returned safely. Turning around to Cali he looked her over slightly “You’re wounded, we should return to Drakenwood once you’re healed and collect our payments then we can decide from there where to go next.” 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Cali’s right fist was coated in the blood of the Werewolf Alpha. The beating heart still pumped as her fingers dug deep into the flesh till finally it exploded in a shower of muscle and blood. Her entire front was covered in blood splatter and hair, which made her look all the more fierce as she came to stand over the bloody carcass. Her upper arms and across her chest were covered in scratches which would need attending to no doubt. The Witcher, who approached her after despatching the rest of the den could see that she had fought valiantly and come out on top. To answer him about how it was not easy, the Blood Elf exhaled loudly and shook her blooded hand which still had bits of the were’s heart between her fingers. ”The bigger they are..the harder they fall. But you are right, it wasn’t easy.” she wasn’t ashamed to admit it, but she had nearly been outdone. Cali bent down to pick up her pole arm, which she had dropped during the fight. There was no longer a reason to stay in the den, and she was ready to return to the township of Drakenwood. The Witcher was probably going to be in for a hero’s welcome. Watching how he made the air signs, Cali cast a glance at her feet which were now glowing as Xo made the jump that would take him back up to where they had first entered the large cave. Cali followed suit, bounding off the ground at speed and leaving in her wake a small dust cloud. She reached the top and then followed the Witcher out through the tunnels till they met up with his pet Warg; Mersa. Cali still was covered in blood and wounded from her battle. ”Lead the way to Drakenwood, Xo.” She walked past the Warg and waited for the Witcher to take the lead. <3>

IceTe3a: He nodded as Cali asked for him to lead the way back to the town, taking the lead as Mersa strolled casually next to his side they walked through the dark forest back towards Drakenwood as it was clearly still night time, they would need to get a room for the night and resupply in the morning. It took them awhile to reach Drakenwood as he walked back through the town, it was like a normal town again people were roaming the streets and doors were open, the town had come back to life again. But there was no crowd waiting for his return, no cheering, he had expected this as he walked to the Tavern Mersa knew her place and took to lay down outside, as he opened the door and walked in, some people took notice but no cheering. He had done his job and now it was safe for the people of Drakenwood as they had no need for him. The innkeep came rushing up to him and handed him two large purses of gold “Here’s your payment, the mayor didn’t bother waiting to give you this, you may spend the night but then you must leave once morning arrives” with that he walked off as Xo smirked to himself, everyone seemed to be shunning him or trying their best to avoid him. He knew his place as he walked out of the tavern and round the side, there was always a separate large room set aside for any travelling Witchers. Opening the rather large door, it was big enough for Mersa to walk inside and lay down without getting in the way. Coming to fall into the seat of a chair he pulls out his pipe as he chucks Cali one of the bags of gold, half for her and half for him. He was used to the coldness of being a Witcher but she possibly would be shocked to see how they treated his kind. He already had plans to go visit the Vampire queen, he needed to know what was going on with the Werewolves and if they knew about it.. the vampires were.. magical creatures, but for the most part they were more intelligent than any mundane that called this realm home and they were strong as well, so the Witchers never really bothered with the vampires as they had free roam, the queen Witcher was quite the female as she took pride in keeping “Unique toys” that she found could entertain herself, once or twice she had attempted to take him for her own each time he always had the upper hand, she was yet to have taste his blood though she prides herself on killing prior Witchers.

CharlotteCarrendar:- On returning to the town of Drakenwood, it was interesting to note the change that had taken place. Prior to their job of taking on the weres, the township was like a ghost town, but now it was bustling once again. As though all the townsfolk were feeling secure in that the were problem had been taken care of by the Witcher. Walking past the many houses and businesses, she noted that no one was really paying any homage to the Witcher for his deed of service, in fact it was almost like they were shunning him. Curious as to why this was, she was about to ask but instead followed him into the Tavern, where the innkeeper was quick to pay the Witcher and thank him. What was even more surprising was that they were told once they had spent the night to leave. This sudden change in hospitality made no sense at all. What an ungrateful bunch. She almost wanted to go on the defence, but the Witcher acted like this was nothing out of the ordinary. He left the tavern and Cali stared at all the people within, before snarling and following after the Witcher, who went to a small building round the side of the Inn. It took a minute to catch him up, and she followed the Warg into the small room. Catching the gold bag on the fly, she held it in her bloody hand, and said. ”Why did they treat you so bad? You did them a great service.” She gestured out the window with her pole arm at one of the passing traders and snarled.”They should kneel before you and be thankful.” Cali obviously had a lot to learn about this world and its ways. Grumbling, she tossed down the gold on the table, and then leaned her pole arm up against a wall. She was still suffering from the fight with the Alpha were. Turning away, she dragged her blooded finger through one of her wounds. Cali made a face and grumbled, before trudging over to a chair and sitting down. It was not that she seriously hurt, but just generally angry with the town’s people and their strange ways. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as Cali kicked up a fuss about how the townspeople were treating him, he almost smirked when she said they should bow down to his kind. Blowing smoke through his lips he looked out the window at the passing people “The Witchers have an ancient style of training up people to be stronger than that of any magical being, with power to grow we can become more powerful than that of a dragon. Not everyone can become a Witcher, it’s a birthright about one in a million to be exact, we never age and we don’t die easily, it’s those birth traits that are found in new borns, the eyes give it away. If you’re born to be a Witcher your eyes are different from the eyes of a normal Mundane, and the family discards you to a Witcher, after initial training you’re then sent to one of the seven guilds to learn, each guild is different. Long story short, we are different from the Mundane, so to the kinsmen we are beneath them and all Mundane have grown up thinking this. “ He noticed her bleeding slowly as she came to sit down, he placed his pipe down on the table and glanced her up and down, he wondered if her feeding would heal her wounds too but there was one sure way to find out “Feed off of me when you’re ready” waving his hand slightly, the door shut close on his command, obviously he used some sort of magic to do this, as Mersa was already resting peacefully. “After, we need our sleep. We need to visit the Vampire queen and.. she’s a handful.” he said in a low tone, never fully knowing what to expect from the Vampire queen, each time he visit her it was different.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Cali was busy concentrating on her wounds before she raised her head slightly to hear the Witcher speak of the differences between the local mundane and the Witchers themselves. Almost like they were cast out for being different, they were sent to special guilds to learn the arts and training to become a Witcher proper. In fact, Witchers sounded incredibly rare, as there was only one born in every million. The more Cali listened, the more she came to learn about the white haired man sitting opposite her. The Witchers came to fight the beasts that the ordinary Mundanes could not possibly defeat. All for payment, then they are outcasts once again. ”How can you be beneath them? You are far more powerful and knowledgeable.” She was starting to think the Mundane were weak and stupid. In a way she felt they deserved to be mistreated and killed by the likes of the Weres. Now she wasn’t so sure whose side she was on. She naturally was more of the kind of creature who was evil by nature. She pursed her lips flat and thought of some diabolical things she wanted to do to the Mundane to teach them a lesson in respect. Cali’s train of thought however was interrupted when Xo told Cali she could feed again when she was ready. The door to the room swung shut with a loud thud and on glancing over at the Warg, Cali could see that the pet of the Witcher was now resting. The blood Elf shuddered with delight and need at the very thought of feeding off the Witcher. She couldn’t say it out loud but she found his magic and essence to be truly addictive. So unbelievably strong that it made her light headed. Her wounds glistened as she rose to stand from the chair, and wandered over to the Witcher who looked ready to allow her this feeding. She knelt down on one knee, and reached out for his arm. Cali inhaled his scent and her dark jade eyes became mesmerized, as she started to feed upon him. Light groans of pleasure came from the corners of her mouth. Her blonde hair fell forward and veiled her face from view. No doubt this would feel odd for the Witcher, but it didn’t seem to harm him. As she fed, the wounds she had gained from the fight with the Were started to close up, as the Witcher’s magic healed her from the earlier battle. It was not long before she was her usual radiant self. Finally, she released his arm, and then tried to stand, though she was a bit light headed. A smile broken out on her face, as she used the table to help herself stand. Cali looked down at the Witcher, feeling replenished. She knew that this feeding off him was only going to make her more and more addicted to him. That could become a real problem down the track. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as Cali came over to him, kneeling down she had taken his arm into her hand as she bit into it he felt her teeth sink in, then the soft feeling of her lips pressed to his skin. Watching as she directly fed from him, he knew she could feed from someone from a distance but she always came in for a physical feed which intrigued him. Was a physical feeding more satisfying? Or was it a faster way to feed on someone? He wanted to learn more about these elves feeding habits but there was only one way he could learn and that was to continue to allow Cali to feed off of him. His yellow eyes watching as she continued to feed, her wounds slowly healed over time as she finally let go, was she done already? Did she ever fill herself up, could she settle the thirst? This was all new to him and he needed to learn more about this creature just in case he needed to deal with more of them at one point in time. Watching as she came to stand in front of him, he glanced down at his arm as the puncture wounds slowly healed themselves; leaning back in his chair he took his pipe up once more stuffing it with tobacco, lighting the pipe as he took in a drag. “What we saw earlier in the Den, is the massing of an army it could be happening in other Den’s as well. We have the need to go visit the Vampires in their castle, the queen.. has a taste for my blood among other things “ he peered down to Mersa who had fallen asleep to regain her energy. “How do you feel? Better now that you’ve fed? “ pulling out a strange vial from his jacket it had a swirling green liquid in it, popping the cap he took it all down as he placed the vial back in his jacket. “A brew of herbs and alchemy to give my body what nutrients it needs. “ there were times when he had to rely on his alchemy skills to keep his body fed and healthy, when he was too far from any town or source of food; he would usually brew up the liquid. But that was not the only use for his Alchemy skills, as within his jacket and pouch laid powerfully brewed potions.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Drawing back, Cali let out a satisfied sigh. She did get a slight high as well but that would soon settle. Her skin glowed and her eyes were radiantly green. You could see the affect that this had on her. It was nourishing as well as revitalizing. Cali pushed herself up to standing and noticed that Xo had casually taken out a pipe and lit it, as he wounds healed themselves. He was curious, that was clear about her feeding habits. It was not everyday a blood elf fed on another being and it survived, that was just not how things worked. Taking a seat not far from the Witcher, she listened to him speak about the den that they were in earlier, and how the were’s were amassing an army. His thoughts were that there had to be a good reason for it. Not just bolstering their numbers to take on a small town, but more like a bigger threat. What could be bigger than say a Vampire coven? Cali nodded in agreement that that would be their next stop. Xo obviously had theories, that could only be answered by speaking to the Vampire Queen herself. Cali eased back in her chair, folding her arms, when the Witcher asked her how she felt now that she had fed. ”Relief. That fight with the Were took a lot out of me. Not only that, but your magic helps me heal faster.” This was true, since all the gashes that were on her skin from the fight, had miraculously closed. Watching him take out a vial that was in his pocket, he showed what he used to help keep his body healthy. Some sort of herbal brew mixed with his alchemy skills. ”Interesting.’ This sort of magic was not lost on the Blood elf and she was equally intrigued by him. Sniffing the air, she tried to pick the ingredients that were in the vial. The blood Elf’s thoughts turned to the next part of their journey and she asked. ”How far is the vampire coven from here?” She had reminded herself she was still in search of her lost husband and the longer it took the higher the chance he may have fallen foul to an enemy. There seemed to be so many that would go against them in this world. <3>

IceTe3a: He rubbed his chin as he glanced down to Mersa, it would take them awhile to get to the vampire coven that much was for sure. “If we ride on Mersa’s back, a full days ride. She’s fast, I’ll have to give her a vial though” he nodded to himself in agreement, knowing one of his brews would help her stay fit and strong enough to carry them both at immense speed to the Coven. “I believe the vampires may know something about your husband, they see everything. So there’s reason to suspect they know of his location or at least his last location” his hues met hers as he looked at her, he wondered just what plans she had. He knew she wanted to find her husband but was that all she wanted? He pulled out two vials, one empty and one full with another green liquid. Crushing up some herbs and pieces of flesh into the empty vial he poured the green liquid into the vial as he chanted his eyes glowed, a puff of smoke would show it was complete. “All set for the ride, we need to resupply. Dawn will be upon us within the hour so the shops will open and I will be expected to leave soon” he shrugged, as he glanced out the window to the peaking rays from the sun rising in the early morning sky, you could already hear the shop owners and travelling merchants start to open up shop for the day. “So get what you need from here, then we will be on our way” he of course would have a look at the trinkets, herbs, and books that were for sale as he had everything else he needed.

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was true. The first rays of sunlight were breaking through the clouds and starting to stream through the windows. The village was once again coming to life, with the sounds of market carts and the traders singing out to each other as they awaited their first customers of the day. The Witcher had been told to leave as soon as the new day came, and with Xo saying they could make the vampire coven in a day if they rode on the Warg, Cali came to agree that this was the time to make a move. ”We ride the Warg.” Said with a firm nod, as she stood up from her chair and took up her pole arm once again. She inhaled sharply, before making a move for the door, opening it slightly and she could smell the scent of open fire cooking. Herbs and spices that were rich and exotic. She personally had no need for such foods, as she fed off the life forces of others. However, she could use a cloak. ”I wish to buy a heavy cloak before the ride. What I am wearing is not sufficient for the climate here.” Stepping outside, she waited for the Warg and Xo to make their move. In the back of her mind, she thought about what the Witcher had said, about the Vampires being useful for information about the possible location of her husband. It made her smile just a touch. Maybe they were on the right path after all. Maybe, she would be with her beloved again soon. Only time would tell. <3>

IceTe3a: He watches as Cali got up in agreement stating they will ride the warg, She said it like Mersa had no choice but oh did Cali have to learn and she would quickly. He smirked as he got up and walked outside with Mersa hot on his trail. The sun was up and the shops were open, people were going about their daily lives again as if nothing had happened. “I need to resupply some herbs, meet back here in a few” with that he strolled off into the market square to view the many shops Mersa was following on his side and people made it their choice to try to not make eye contact. Walking into a general store he glances around the owners wears as he picks a few herbs and other plant material even finding some wolfbane and dragons blood vines in which the owner thought were just weeds he could hock off. Paying the owner a hefty fee for them all simply because he was a Witcher and the mundane believed they should have to pay more, he placed the herbs and plant life into his satchel and wondered out the shop to stroll through to the next shop, in which was a magical remedy shop full of trinkets and books, mostly were fake cons for mundane’s but sometimes a rare item appears in shops like these that the mundane know nothing about. Looking through the shop he had picked out a few books on herbs and plantlife, an old alchemy journal and a book with strange text in the writing obviously of ancient sorts, something he could decode later, paying the owner he walked out and headed for the spot in which he told Cali to meet him. Taking out the Vial he prepared earlier for Mersa, he poped the lid and pressed it to her lips allowing the liquid to flow deep into the female wargs mouth as he said a few chants whilst his eyes glowed, it wouldn’t take long for Mersa to feel more energetic, fit and stronger than she ever has before as her muscles toned up. He heard Cali coming up from behind as he came to a stand, turning to face her he smirked “If you want to ride Mersa, you must first befriend her otherwise she will not let you ride her. “ with that he took a step back and watched for what could unfold there were two outcomes, one she actually befriends Mersa or Mersa bites her arm off for trying either way it was going to be interesting.

CharlotteCarrendar: – With Mersa taking off after the Witcher, Cali was left to her own devices. The shop merchants though keen to sell their wares were not over pleased to see the Blood elf walking through the markets. There were obvious whispers and side glances as she approached various stalls. Picking up the odd bottle of herbs, then turning to look at a blacksmith’s stall. All the workings were of good quality, but compared to the likes of her pole arm, they were inferior in her books. With a pronounced swagger, she continued to walk through the now gathering crowd of traders and townsfolk. It was like the town had come to life again after the previous day where they all rushed inside fearing a were attack at any moment. Cali chuckled to herself imagining how easy it would be to frighten them all again, but with the Witcher not too far ahead, she didn’t want to chance making him annoyed with her, not after allowing her to feed. Eventually, she found a tailor who had many cloaks on a rack. Flicking through them, she found one that was in a very deep shade of crimson. Perfect to match her own attire, which was light and sheer. She took out the coin bag that the Witcher had given her that night for the slaying of the weres, and Cali gave the tailor the coins that would cover the cost of the cloak. Draping it over shoulders, she did a little turn, and admired herself in a broken mirror. It almost touched the ground behind her, but did set off her frame beautifully. Heading back to catch up with the Witcher and the Warg, she got a surprise to hear that she would need to befriend the Warg, if she had any hopes of riding the great beast. ~Friends?~ she thought to herself. Flicking the new cloak back, she stared into the eyes of the monstrous Warg for a moment, and then got an idea. She had seen a meat merchant just a few short paces away, and from one of the hooks that were hanging over his cart, was a large elk leg. Perfect. Cali went over and ripped the leg off the hook, tossing the startled butcher a few coins, before marching back over to the Warg. The Blood elf figured the way to a Warg’s heart must be its stomach, and she then extended the elk leg to the Warg, to see if she would take it as a gesture of goodwill. <3>

IceTe3a: He arched a brow as he watched Cali dare to get close to Mersa, he was watching Mersa moreso than Cali to see what reaction he could predict before it would happen. Then oddly enough Cali stood up and walked around the corner, his brows furrowed as he wondered what she was doing “Perhaps you …ahhh” he could smell the Elks leg before he could see it, he smirked as he came to a full stand, watching as Mersa looked up at Cali and then the large Elk leg, she took the leg carefully and dragged it off. He walked up next to her and crossed his arms “You took the easy way huh” he smirked as he watched Mersa scoff down the meat, soon only leaving a rather large bone that she would now become attached too. Walking over to Mersa he gave her a hefty pat as he took up sitting ontop of her much like a horse but without a saddle nor reigns. “Come on we don’t have all day” he extened his arm and held Cali up onto Mersa. With that Mersa picked up the large bone in her mouth and Sped off with a grunt, the wind buffered them from the sheer speed as she kicked up a dirt trail heading due north towards the mountain caverns along where a path would lay in waiting to lead them towards the Vampire Coven, it was the only way in and out of the place and heavily guarded by the Vampire soldiers although you’ll never see them. The ride was taking its toll on him as they spent half the day riding without stopping the vial of potion had done its trick on Mersa he could hear a river up ahead where the bridge crossing it was, slowly Mersa knew what he was thinking as she came to a stop on the hill just above the river “We’ll break here for a moment, gather fresh water and allow Mersa to have a drink as well” Waiting for Cali to hop off there were many dangers in these open plains, from highway men, to orcs and on rare occasions the random dragon flying past if one was unlucky, although the coast seemed clear for now at least. “Keep an eye out for enemies” he said as he slowly made his way down to the stream, his right arm reaching his left shoulder as he took off his clouded blackened hide armor placing it gently on the floor he was now topless as he waded waist deep into the stream and closed his eyes, he was meditating but it was his own special kind of meditation unique to him alone, as his arm movements were swift but had a graceful flow to them, he was moving them around his body, twisting and turning as his hair danced around. Almost like a fighting style which in fact it was, his eyes suddenly open as orbs of water come flying out around him, his movements become deadly and more forceful with each turn he strikes down one of the water orbs only to have two more come float up out of the lake, his speed was flowing immensely and one would have to concentrate hard to keep up with his movements, with all his attacks and flips through the water. It soon became apparent that he was training, as the orbs never opposed anyone else, eventually he lowered his palms flat down onto the water’s surface as he breathed in deep all the orbs exploded at once showering down rain drops, as he starts to wade out of the stream.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Whether or not it was the easy way to find the heart of the beast through its stomach, Cali was only happy to smile back at the Watcher when the Warg started to enjoy the elk leg. She was actually quite chuff about it. Shrugging, she said with a smirk. ”Men and Wargs are very much alike, I have found.” This was a bit of a jab, but she did it with a wink. It appeared that the Blood elf was getting a little more comfortable around the Witcher. Maybe it was from feeding on him. Either way, the Warg was more than happy with the treat, stripping the elk leg of the meat and then happily toying with the bone. With Xo offering his hand to get Cali to climb on the back of the Warg, she leapt up and got right in behind the Witcher, her pole arm on her back, and she placed her arms around the Witcher’s waist as the mighty Warg took off at speed. The journey would take them due north, which was where the cavernous mountains of the Vampire coven lay. Cali spent much of her time surveying the landscape as the Warg powered through the forest dirt track. Kicking up dust in her wake. The ride was long, and by the time the sun had reached the peak in the sky, the Warg and Witcher were both in need of a rest. Coming to a spot by a river that was surrounded by lush hillsides, the Warg finally came to a stop. Cali was warned on the outset that this area was filled with all manner of creatures, that wouldn’t think twice to attack. Not feeling bothered by such a threat, she got off the Warg’s back, and then watched as the Witcher prepared to replenish himself in the river. What she didn’t realize was that his way of relaxing and rejuvenating involved a tradition, whereby he would perform martial arts like moves, all with his eyes closed and standing with a bare torso in the river. Cali leaned against an old oak tree, with her arms folded, as she payed close attention to his moves. The Witcher was incredibly skilled, and she marvelled in his svelte and muscular form. The women of his species must find him most desirable. At least that was what she thought. He differed so much from her own creed, but she could appreciate him. Never hurt to look. <3>

IceTe3a: As he came out of the stream he kneeled down on the water’s edge to wash his face and hair, it was now soaking wet with fresh water as he cupped his hands and took a helping for himself to drink. All was peaceful but it bothered him somewhat, a trail like this would be worn more or at least have the travelling merchant nearby perhaps even a gang of bandits, but this place seemed almost untouched. As he came to a stand, he picked up his silver sword unsheathed and waded further into the water about knee high, looking around the river bank for any signs of life or any previous life that passed through. It was almost surreal as there was nothing, as he got closer to the bridge he noticed the cracks and fallen rubble from the bridge yet it seemed almost fine, with a blocked underpass. Taking another step forward his foot hit something loose as he glanced down, reaching in he picked up what he felt under his foot and took it out of the river bed only to discover it was a bone. Dropping the bone back into the river bed this entire bed could be scattered with bones for all they knew, as he edged closer he tried to look into the darkness but saw nothing from the underpass, turning around he looked around. A shadow appeared under him as it got larger, instinct took in as he rolled forward *ROAAR* a large echoing roar bellows from the under pass as a large clenched fist slams down into the river spraying water and rocks in all directions. He turned his head to see the giant beast, a river troll was guarding the run down bridge, this was why it was so peaceful.. so untouched by the mundane. He came to a full stand as the troll had a bull like posture, snorting and thrashing about in displease of more people in its territory, these aggressive beasts were powerful but slow. Any good witcher could deal with one but a stupid or cocky Witcher may meet his fate. As he charged forward towards the troll as the troll in turn roared a mighty roar and charged towards him, with each slam of its travelling fist the ground shook slightly. He quickly rolled under the trolls legs and sliced the left rear leg as it screeched out in pain, the wound oozing a green ooze. Its well known river trolls were all about protecting nature, but this one was a male and he was territorial and saw Xo as a threat to his claims on the land. Mersa knew better than to interfere in his battle as she laid there watching with a huff, he comes up on the back side of the troll his strikes were true to hit but seemed to only wound and not to kill, as he tried to lead the troll back towards the bridge. The troll Charged as he threw his silver sword up on the river bed, he charged the troll as his yellow eyes glowed, the troll lowered its head to use its sharp overgrown horns to pierce him. With his bare hands he caught the large horns in his hands a clap of explosion echoed as they collided, his muscles tensed and you could see his full form as the two struggled glaring into each other’s eyes, to see who would give way first.

CharlotteCarrendar: – There was an unusual calm about the area. Tranquil of course, but that was not it. The Witcher was able to sense that things were not quite right, and while he looked about and checked the track for further signs of coming traffic, Cali pushed herself away from the Oak tree and started to approach him. His facial expression showed that he was troubled, and she couldn’t help but ask. ”What is wrong, Xo?” Course, he then decided to unsheathe his sword and then venture back into the river, where there was a bridge nearby. Cali stood on the bank with her hands placed on her hips, looking about for any oncoming beasts. She couldn’t see anything, nor hear anything out of the ordinary. Perhaps it was his imagination playing tricks on him, or he went a bit too far with the meditation. Just as she was about to turn and walk back up the bank, a loud roar broke the silence. So loud in fact it startled the Blood elf. She immediately reached for her pole arm and swung it around from her back, creating a whooshing sound as it travelled through the air. Only thing was the creature that was attacking or about to attack the Witcher was in fact a river troll. Now, she had not seen a river troll before, and he was ugly. No doubt about it. Angry, mean…and with a large set of horns on its head. No wonder many didn’t come this way. The river troll was the guardian of these parts and the river was littered with the bones of his victims. The Witcher was quick off the mark, and showed true skill in how he fought the large Troll. Slashing at his legs and causing a terrible wound that oozed out a green slime like blood. Cali was tempted to intervene, but when she saw that even the Warg had backed off, she knew it was a fight just between the Witcher and the Troll. So instead of joining the melee, Cali sung out. ”I’ve got your back!” Ready at a moment’s notice to jump in should he need her. <3>

IceTe3a: – They were staring each other off as the troll tried to push forward with his head and he continued to hold onto the trolls horns keeping him in place, although Xo was strong the troll was obviously stronger as he ripped his head up and thrashed it about. This forced Xo to go flying up into the air and whip about until his gripping slipped he was sent flying into the air. The troll started to spin around grunting as it looked on the ground for him, landing smack on the river bed he grunts as the troll hears and spins around. Quickly he rolls over to his top and rummages around pulling out a blue vial he pops the cap and pours a few drops into the water. His eyes flash as the river starts to freeze over almost magically, the ice catching up to the river troll as it screeched out in fear, the ice was engulfing the trolls body. Soon the entire river was iced out and the troll was engulfed in an icy tomb, getting up he put his top back on, strapping his weapons to him as he collected his gear “It won’t last long, I didn’t want to kill the beast as he’s protecting nature. We should move on” he ushered Cali up towards Mersa who stood up with a long yawn and a shake of her body, she was refreshed and ready to move again as he jumped on Mersa, waiting for Cali to jump on Mersa took off in a flash heading towards the mountain terrain. “River trolls aren’t evil, they protect nature and those who would harm it die, so there’s no real reason to kill them as they stay in the one area keeping it pristine” he said as Mersa was travelling the rough terrain with each heavy step she kicked up dirt leaving a trail behind them, it wouldn’t take them long to notice they were moving closer to the vampire territory as the ground become nothing but blackened dirt and the trees were full of rot and death, not much lived in these parts apart from predators. Only a select few travelling merchants were allowed to grace the large vampire city, as they mainly made their own wares. As they got closer the large crevasse between the mountains became more clear, the only way in or out. Mersa came to a stop in front as she sniffed around, He did the same as his eyes scanned the walls of the large crevasse, slowly they start to enter the path into the vampire city.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The river had become an icy lake totally frozen over. The troll was petrified within an ice tomb that the Witcher said he would be free from in a small matter of time. The intent was never to kill the Troll, for he was truly a guardian of the area, and sought to protect it from harm. Cali could respect this, and when Xo gave the word that it was time to move on, she refastened her pole arm to her back and climbed back onto the back of the Warg – who had enjoyed a good rest in the short time that they were at the river bank. Settling on his back once more, she put her arms around the Witcher, as the Warg spirited off towards the mountainous home of the Vampire Queen. :: Inside the deep and treacherous tunnels of the Mountain, the walls were lined with torches that lit the way to the inner sanctum of the Vampire Queen. An opulent cathedral like structure was at the epi- centre, and this is where the Queen kept her very closest followers. Sitting upon a throne that was made from bone and iron – draped in the very furs of the weres she had herself killed, the Queen stared down at one of her guards, who had news from the town of Drakenwood. ”Your Highness…word is spreading throughout the lands that the Witcher has destroyed the Alpha and its pack. He travels with a female, but few know exactly what she is.” The Vampire guard was dressed resplendently in black armour and bore a single red streak across his chest. He bowed low, as the Queen drummed her claws upon the side of her throne. ”Xo…has returned? Interesting. No doubt he wishes to see me. GUARDS…alert me at once if he should be so bold as to enter our domain.” A cruel smile played upon her crimson lips, as she twirled a lock of her long black hair. ”This may just be my night.” She had always had a bit of a thing for this Witcher. He always alluded her clutches, but maybe this time, he was here to stay. :: Riding on the back of the Warg, the Blood Elf notices the change in scenery. The dead trees, and the blackened soil. Death was ripe and there were no birds in the trees. A slight chill in the wind and a haunting sound of wolf in the distance would even have the Warg on edge. As Xo and the Warg both sniffed the air, Cali lent forward and said. ”Do you think they will be expecting us?” <3>

IceTea: As they came closer to the crevasse the weather seemed more dismal over this side as the skies were blackened with an overcast cloudy sky. No sound of life or animals to be heard as he dropped down from Mersa to get a better attacking position “Stay on Mersa, Cali these vampires are beyond you” he didn’t know her full strength but a vampire was a formidable opponent, as he took lead slowly walking into the depths of hell itself. It became colder and darker as the two giant walls on either side blocked out what little sun there was. Each step was quiet and calculated as his hands were down by his side ready to grasp his weapon at any given notice. A trail of dead bodies and bones littered the floor, a warning for those who were not welcome into the vampire’s lands, ravens flew overhead looking for their next meal scavenger birds that feast on the dead, plump and ripe from the daily feasting from the dead. The vampires had their own blood farms, that were Mundane caught or bought from slavery now farmed and bred for their blood source, none more rarer or satisfying of that from Witchers blood, and his blood was the grand diamond of all bloods. They seemed to make it through the crevasse without issue as they walked through to the other side, as the large mountain walls open up and start separating out into a large circle meeting on the other side, this is why no one dared attack them. The natural structure of the mountain walls had created the perfect protection for their kingdom a large circle outcrop in the middle of a dug out mountain, it would have took years but vampires don’t think about such things like time as it has no effect on them. Small vampiric farm towns scattered along the terrain as it was noticeable of the blood farms, where mostly naked mundane were cowering in large open packs with watchers around them. The main vampiric castle was surrounded by a formidable wall of its own as a secondary precaution. The castle itself was built to withstand time itself as its unnatural beauty struck awe on those who laid eyes upon it though it gave off a beauty of evil. “Head down, don’t make eye contact and don’t talk.” he said as Mersa was trailing along directly behind him carrying Cali on her back. They proceeded to pass the villages of the poorer and more useless vampires, outcasts really; he could hear his name being cast through the shadows ‘White Wolf’ as they ducked into their houses or deep into shadows. He was well known for his skills as he slayed quite the few in the vampiric war of ages even taking the life of the now reigning vampiric queen’s husband En Sunt Bemont. She didn’t seem to bother with that though, but ever since then after defeating her hordes almost single handed and her husband she took a liking to him.. wanted to feed from him.. make him her toy.. her play thing. He has had reason to visit in the past, and the vampires knew magic more than others so it was always a good trip to find new artefacts and books. As they reached the boarder gates of the Castle two Vampiric knights stood there in blackened armor they looked at him as the gates opened. No one questioned him, no one raised a hand to him for they did not want to suffer the great losses that he may bring upon them, killing a Witcher was a feat in its own.. Killing White wolf? The legends say it impossible as the bards sing his tale of countless victories ever gloating on his behalf. Walking through the massive hand built Iron gates, they were hand crafted by artists with a rich black gothic look to them, skulls, spikes and spirals where the pattern of choice in the Vampiric lands. “You will not see better weaponry, armor, and wears anywhere else in these lands save the ancient races. Use our time here wisely and look around but be careful.. Mersa will protect you, I have a direct link to her. He knew Cali could find something useful in the Vampiric kingdom, perhaps some info on her husband. He walked beside her and leaned against her leg as he looked up “Trade here is different, blood is the money or death. You keep what you kill, Cali.. Remember that. “ Reaching in his satchel he pulled out a large satchel and slipped it to her the gitter of empty vials could be heard between them “Dragons blood, a full satchel, In their terms that’s a Kings ransom, to give you an Idea.. five of those vials will buy you a mansion here. Dragons blood is black, the red blood is Mundane, mundane blood is cheaper than Dragons blood. Only barter the mundane stuff on ordinarily items, anything magical or rare.. use a dragon vial only one. Never show how many you have. Yes he gave her Dragons blood, and there was only one way to gain dragons blood.. Killing a dragon, putting two and two together would be simple enough, he has killed dragons in the past and never wasted their deaths. As he walked off into the crowded marketplace he left Cali in good hands with Mersa, A warg was a direct threat to any Vampire, but anyone could tell by now she was pacted with the White wolf, and being extremely large and muscular this warg was rare and a lot stronger than the other Wargs so the vampires wouldn’t cause them trouble. He knew Cali would be able to handle herself, and knew the Vampires were most likely the closest thing to her kind in this realm, the same evil style.. in weaponry, armor and clothing so she should feel right at home. Walking through the crowd the vampires gave way as they parted making sure not to bump into him, it was almost like they were scared of him, averting their eyes out of a chilled respect. Walking over to the blacksmith he could hear the clanging of the Vampiric owner, to watch a vampire at work was a feat as they used speed and strength, only with trained eyes like a Witchers could one see them moving and working at a normal pace to the mundane.. they were a blur. “Ahhh… The legendary White wolf graces me again…GOTCHA A rather large battle-scarred vampire appears behind him with his blade stopped in mid air, Xo’s right hand raised up behind him with his two finger’s squeezing the blade “I think not, vladamir. he chuckled as he pushed the blade away as he walked into the open built shop, withdrawing his Steel and Silver sword he placed them on the bench and smirked “What can I do for you old friend “ Vladamir and he went back.. way back to the Vampiric wars, where he saved Vlad’s life with a rare gift.. immunity to silver, this made Vlad impossible to kill with silver and became a higher ranking in the Vampiric world. “I need you to redesign my weaponry, make them stronger.. sharper, you know the deal” he smirked as Vladamir licked his lips and opened a palm. Three dark blooded vials fell into Vlad’s palm.. dragons blood “I can never repay you for what you did, but I cannot deny you to pay me when you keep insisting old friend, go now it shall be done” he smiled with a slight bow of the head. Walking off to leave Vladamir to do his work he disappeared into the distance towards the Queens castle. : Vladamir stood there with his long black hair stretching half way down his back, his blood red eyes dark like a red wine as he watched the White wolf disappear into the crowd. Turning around to the two bastard swords on the table he smirked as his eyes glowed a immense red, waving his palm over them the blades themselves started to liquefy, he was using ancient vampiric magic, this works on all metals except silver but since Vlad was blessed with Xo’s gift he now could bend the silver as well, it became a pure liquid form as it raised into the air. Grabbing one of the Dragons blood vials he dropped half the vial in the silver and half in the steel, as it went from a gun metal color and started to mix becoming a dark red. Lowering his palm as the liquids fall back down to the hilt as it starts to meld and form into
IceTe3a: the shape of blades, thinner and lighter weight.. but double the strength. Vlad was going to make the two best swords he could, as attempt to repay the white wolf. Guzzling down the two last vials of dragons blood, the veins all over his body start to glow a neon red as his teeth pierce out. Grabbing his hammer as he waved his hand over the open fire, it turned to a blackened magical fire as he started to pound the swords and shoved them in the fire every now and then, this would go on for quite some time.

White Wolf – Part Four.

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White Wolf

Part Four

“The True Test”

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IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: A simple smirk as he stood there, his demonic like eyes glancing casually into hers although he was smiling his face showed not one ounce of emotion, even when she was feeding on him he was rather calm for someone having their life force stolen. She took his hand with a firm grip giving it a shake confirming the deal verbally, letting go he nodded his head as he turned and glanced at Mersa, give a sideward nod she came to a stand with a yawn as her large fangs flashed. “Right.. We should go to the nearest town.. Drakenwood, it’s a small town on the edge of the dark forest.. Not many people live there and not many visit. Though we need to resupply” He started walking past her, he knew these woods like the back of his hand, finding his way around was easy for him. “This way.” He simply said, thinking just where the female Witcher ~ She’s in these lands somewhere~ he thought to himself as he sighed, looking up at the sky the sun was slowly setting, as it started to get slowly darker, the fog would soon set in with a cold chill. : Meanwhile in Drakenwood, the town was settling down for the afternoon, traders from all over were slowly packing up their stalls for the night as the local shops starts to close shop. People of Drakenwood knew they had to close up early for this town was under a curse.., people barred their doors closed for the night as well as their windows. The brave or the stupid risked the night walk to the pub, in which their door was always closed and heavily guarded. “ARRGHH!!!!… THERE COMING!! “ A young man was noticed running down the main street of Drakenwood, screaming in horrible fear as he gripped his freshly torn arm, blood was flowing freely out of the wound as people of Drakenwood screamed in fear. “They’re never this early?! What’s changed!!! INSIDE INSIDE NOW!! “ people dropped what they were doing and ran for the closest doors, a distant howl could be heard as it echoed through the afternoon light, *AARGH!!!!!* a person’s voice screaming in pain cut the howling, doors slamming as the traders from other towns ran to seek shelter in the tavern “ They’re smart… they have figured out we go into hiding!! We’re doomed!! “ people were agreeing with the fearful man “Shut it!! They’ll hear you… now have a drink” the barkeep insisted as a hasty hush came through the tavern, people were weary of how hard they placed their glasses down on the table.

CharlotteCarrendar: – While not totally comfortable to be in the company of the Witcher and his female Warg, the Blood elf was feeling replenished from the feeding off the Witcher. He didn’t even seem fazed that she had just tried to drain his life force, due to his never ending supply. How he basically powered back up again shortly after was unusual for any creature. The Witcher knew the right way to go, and then mentioned that they should go to the nearest town of Drakenwood. Now, the name didn’t mean anything to Cali, and she simply followed in behind him as he took the lead. A slight glance at the large Warg to make sure she didn’t get too close to the mountainous wolf – Cali kept a respectful distance. Hearing that not many people lived there gave Cali the idea that it was more of a hamlet than a town. So long as they could stock up on supplies, that was all that mattered. With her pole arm in hand, Cali walked at a brisk pace. Not sure of the time of day, she noticed that the sky was growing darker by the second. Her head tilted up as she surveyed the sky – the movement of the clouds which was faster than normal. The air had a bitter chill like bite to it and there was the first signs of fog up ahead. ”Is it normally like this?’ The Blood elf asked, sensing that the change in weather was more supernatural than a normal phenomenon. <3>

IceTe3a: Walking through the Dark forest he was keeping a weathered eye on his surroundings making sure nothing was about, as Mersa did the same, she was walking on his left hand side right near him with a slight growl and sniff every now and then. She knew as well as he did just how bad the Dark woods were, as they travelled along he heard the elf ask about the weather “yes.. It’s the dark woods, night falls the fog sets in and the creatures come out with the cold”Things moved through the shadows with ease, it wasn’t hard to know they weren’t alone it was to be expected. As he fell silent for awhile in the walk, they were about half way to Drakenwood when he broke the silence “You plan to leave once you have your husband, right? he was curious more than anything, as Mersa sniffed the air and growled, he gave her head a reassuring pat as he knew just what dangerous creatures were most likely roaming around out here. “We need to not draw to much attention to ourselves, or we may risk our lives” he said simply as he continued to look far ahead and to his left and right every now and then. The Scent coming off Mersa would hide their own scent and keep most unwanted predators away, as a Warg was feared by most.

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was an honest question that the Witcher asked of the Blood Elf, as they made their way through the darkened wood. Did she plan to leave once she had her husband back? As she walked along, she nodded in affirmation. ”Tis why I am here. To find him and hopefully bring him home.” It wasn’t lost on her that many creatures were now moving about in the dark and cold – she could almost get a sense of the many signatures of the various creatures. Their life forces giving off a distinct aura that illuminated to her sight. On reflection of what she just said, she continued. ”We do not belong in this world. I have a rune – a single one that can take us both back to our world. I plan to use it when he is found.” She reached into her pocket and wrapped her fingers around the rune. The enchanted rune that was her one way ticket back home. Releasing the rune, she could hear the Warg sniffing loudly and growling at what could be other night creatures. ”Your Warg seems unsettled.” They still had a bit to go as far as reaching Drakenwood, but would they come across a new foe on that trek to the small township? <3>

IceTe3a; – He nods as he heard her state she had a way to take her and her husband home, it was exactly as he thought it was. They continued walking through the large trees and forest as she stated that Mersa was seeming unsettled, he smirked slightly “That’s because she know’s what creatures lay in this dark abyss” Letting off a rather large howl Mersa continued it on for a few moments before she stopped and continued to walk by his side, he gave her another good pat “She’s warning other creatures to stay clear of her path” he smiled down to Mersa, eventually they were on the edge of the forest as Mersa’s head went down and started sniffing at the ground, she wandered off and he followed her. After a while he was lead to the freshly dead ripped and mangled corpse of a mundane. It looks like a wild beast had got this one and had its way with it “Whatever it was.. it was fast and had claws, you can tell by the wounds” He didn’t know that Drakenwood was under a curse of beasts, as no word had been sent out to any of the Witchers guilds in request for help. “Usually we’d be informed about such attacks, although sometimes the messenger never makes it”they finally made it out of the Dark Forest and crossed the empty field to the town of Drakenwood, his eyes wondered around. It wasn’t hard to notice most entry and exit points of every building was barred and sealed shut; it was basically a ghost town as night fell, although a shimmering light from the Tavern was the only source of life. “This town is under some sort of attack, we may find information and a job here. “ walking towards the tavern he didn’t bother asking the elf if she wanted to help take on the job as it was natural to him. He opened the door as a gasp from a few of the towns folk escaped their lips, his demonic hues looking around the inside of the tavern most of the townspeople and fellow travellers have taken refuge in the tavern for the night. “White wolf.. it’s a witcher.. look son white wolf” the whispers from the town folk could be heard with ease, they all knew who he was as he glanced back at Mersa, and she knew her spot as she laid down outside the door to keep guard. The men guarding the door had moved out of his way. “Finally a Witcher has come to save us from our curse!! Please..! Legendary white wolf!! Take the job and save our town!!” one of the towns folk said with a happy tone. He glanced back to the elf and nodded towards her “That’s up to her, she’s my current long term client… you deal with her if you want me “ he walked over to the bar and ordered a mug of ale, and pointed to his Warg asking the inn keep for any meat for Mersa as the young inn keeps boy ran outside quickly with a tray of slabs of meat for the Warg, running back in quickly with teary eyes.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The ravaged body of the Mundane was an unusual sight at first for the Blood Elf. Torn apart and ripped to shreds, the Mundane had suffered in its final moments. Cali knealt down and ran her fingers through some of the tears in the Mundane’s flesh, before checking the claw marks made by the attacking animal. Whatever it was that did this was big. Perhaps not as large as the Warg, but something just as ferocious. Cali raised her head slightly, her polearm resting in the dirt as she used it to lean on in her crouched position. ”My guess is that it is still in the vicinity. If it wanted a meal there would be virtually nothing left. Look? There is still meat on the bones.” Cali added. It was not like a beast that hunted its kill. This was something with a terrible hatred for the Mundanes. Pushing herself up to standing, she would leave the corpse behind, to follow the Witcher onward to Drakenwood. But on arriving at the township, it was clear that those that inhabited it were all in hiding. With the only light coming from the tavern, it was quick to assume that the people were in fear of whatever it was that attacked the Mundane. Shop after shop, home after home was dark and their doors locked. Passing through this there was an eerie sense of dread. A chill that came not just from the low temperature, but from the fear in the hearts of men. Entering the tavern, Cali’s thoughts on the matter were confirmed. Course, the townspeople were overjoyed to see the Witcher and the Warg. Hailing him as Legendary. He was obviously well known in these parts. Cali kept well back as the Witcher spoke with the people and the Inn keeper. They wanted to hire him to deal with the menace, but he explained he was already working for the Blood elf. As she felt the eyes of many turn to her, she shrugged and offered. ”My job can wait, I see you need him at the moment more than I.” She leaned against the wall, with her polearm in hand. She was not in the least bit interested in feeding on those present, since she had been allowed to feed on the Witcher. With unusual green eyes, she watched over those that fed the Warg and then ran away tearfully. Without a doubt, the Witcher was the one to save these people. <3>

IceTe3a: – He was watching the elf as she made up her mind, allowing the people to hire him to lift their curse. A roaring cheer came from within the tavern, people were overjoyed. They already knew his price and everyone would have to pitch in to meet it, as he took a sip out of his Ale “The dead, disappear in the morning don’t they?” he felt everyone watching him as the bar keep came to stand in front of him “Yes, you’d you know?! “ His Demonic like eyes almost started glowing as they flicked over to meet the eyes of the elf “You have a Warewolf’s den nearby, and by the sounds of it.. they’re recruiting “ he smirked as a gasp from the townspeople filled the room “Warewolves?! You’re kidding!! How can we be this unlucky “ Walking outside he passed right by the elf and stood next to his Warg, he knew the elf would be following up behind him “Warewolves are Large wolf like creatures.. in the form of a man, they stand on two legs instead of four, but can run faster on all four, increased strength, speed, senses and sharp claws and fangs… Silver or fire kills these beasts” he whistled at Mersa as she got up and ran off into the distance “I sent her to scout out for their den” the door for the Tavern closed as people were laughing and cheering. Walking into the centre of the road he glanced around the rooftops and dirt road, looking for tracks in which there were more than he could count “They frequent this place, nightly. We’ll need to destroy the den completely.” he glanced over to the elf and looked her up and down, hardly impressed with her “Can you handle that? “ he sighed slightly as he pulled out his pipe and stuffed it with tobacco

CharlotteCarrendar: – So that is what had taken down the Mundane. Werewolves. That explained what had happened to the body. It was not trying to kill the Mundane, but turn it. The corpse then coming back as a Werewolf. All those that died would be missing in the morning. No wonder the people were hiding indoors. With the Warg off already scouting for the scent of the den, the Blood Elf noticed the Witcher was now looking her up and down as if appraising her. The townspeople had hired him, hadn’t they? Now, he was looking at her as if to ask if she could handle this kind of beast. It was not something she was used to fighting, but she never ever turned down a good fight. Smirking, she scoffed at his question. ”Pretty sure I could.” she didn’t care what the locals thought of her joining in. So long as this got them moving on again to find her husband, she would do what was necessary to achieve that. Cali did have a question however. ”How many do you suspect are in these parts?’ <3>

IceTe3a: A simple smirk says it all as he lights his pipe up and takes a drag “Dunno, could be twenty, could be fifty, could be thousands by now. Depends how long it’s been going on for “ he doubt it was thousands as this town would be overrun by that point, he estimated the werewolves to be at least numbered in the thirties as he, let out a puff of smoke. It had been a few moments before Mersa checked in with a howl, her howl could stretch on for distances as he smirked and gave a even greater howl back, he made it look easy. He pulls out his Silver sword from his back sheath as he inspected it for any flaws, he had made the weapon himself and it was infused with magic itself giving it a few good swing’s he placed it back in and smirks as he heads towards where Mersa had run off too “Come on we need to find their den, it’s usually a Cave system.. in the side of a hill or mountain” he strolled off out of the city with the elf at his side, they had just left the Dark Forest and now were re-entering it, she must think he’s crazy for taking a lifestyle like this, as they entered the Dark Forest, the cold chill set in as it got darker and harder to see for mundane at least, his eyes were well adapt to the darkness. He could hear Mersa running around in the darkness following trails with her nose, as he knew she’d find the way to their den soon enough. He casually wandered in the Dark forest with no aim in where he was going, he seemed to just be strolling and wasting time.

CharlotteCarrendar: – ”Thousands?” Her right eyebrow shot up. Almost seemed incredulous that there would be that many. But then again, she was new to this world and the chances of a very large den of werewolves populating the side of a mountain being accurate. ”One man, against a thousand? You are going to need all the help you can get.” Cali shot back with, actually giving his arm a slight punch before going off with him to find this den. The Warg already seemed to be on the scent, and as they left the township for the dark woods once more, she got a sense of déjà vou. Walking alongside the Witcher, Cali asked him about the silver weapon. ”So that is going to fell many were’s? She knew the Witcher could hold his own, there was no mistaking that, but it was going to be interesting to see. Approaching what looked to be the opening mouth of a cave, Cali held up a moment. There was something a bit off about this place. <3>

IceTe3a: On the side of a large mountain Mersa stood still next to the opening of a cave, it didn’t take long for him and the elf to find her location, his demonic like eyes glaring into the darkness of the cavern. The fowl stench of death slowly reeking its way out into the open world, it was all too much for Mersa’s sensitive nose as he watches her back off a few meters. “Don’t blame you Mersa” he smirked slightly as he turned his head to view the elf in her full form, “Xobatch.. this is my name, but people call me Witcher, this is the den of the werewolves there is no doubting this, are you ready? “Stepping into the opening of the cave the air was thick and fowl, you could feel the dirt and grime in the air itself as it felt like walking through a full bodied sludge, scattered bones and faeces laid waste on the floor of this den, with each step a bone was crushed. Drawing his silver sword as he held it in his right hand, he was ambidextrous by birth right and never favored a hand so both were equal, with a few waves of his wrist on his left hand along with perfectly times finger movements a small fireball explodes to life just above his head slightly behind him, it allowed the path ahead to be viewed as he shed some light on the situation. As they walked deeper into the cave system it started to split off into different sections “ we need to set traps so none escape to repopulate, each direction leads to a different part of the den, but we want the main cavern it will be the largest holding of them “ closing his eyes he chanted quietly to himself, while his fingers started moving and creating different signs, each sign popped up into the air and glowed slowly spinning around each other. Finally the ground breaks as a large snake appears its body was double the thickness of him, it was made completely out of fire, as he had summoned a fire basilisk to do his bidding, his own demonic eyes glowing as the snake slivers off to the other tunnels as it splits into two each going down a tunnel, it would keep duplicating itself for each pathway, in order to take down more werewolves. He continued straight down the main shaft as it got wider and he slowly came to a stop “This is it, the main chamber will be ahead, they will attack us in drones and the alpha will be the biggest and last to join the fight.” 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Foul. That was the word to describe the putrid stench that came out of the mouth of the cave. It reeked heavily of death and decaying bodies that were certain to line the inner tunnels on the approach to the main den. The Warg reacted by instinct; sensing the danger within. A smart animal; none the less. Cali and the Warg both shared the same sentiment, and it was the Witcher who agreed that this was now a very dangerous quest. It was also the time of introductions. Up until now, she had simply referred to him as the Witcher or White Wolf, which was the name that all the peasants had called him everywhere they went. No time like the present to learn each other’s names. ”Well met, Xobatch. I am called Cali .” The blood elf glanced down the tunnels. She could see the litter of bones and dead bodies that lined the way. Not exactly welcoming, but what could you expect from a den of werewolves. Cali gripped her polearm tightly with her hand, and followed the Witcher into the tunnel. The horrid crack of bones under foot was coupled with the unevenness of the tunnel floor that made going forward a big rough. Suddenly a great ball of light appeared behind them. Xobatch had decided to provide the lighting to help illuminate the tunnel before them. Cali actually brought her free hand up to her nose for the stench was overpowering. ”Ugh!” She exclaimed as she tried to block the vile smell. She noticed Xobatch unsheathe his sword, and she instantly responded. Channelling her magic through her polearm, the fire crystal at the top glowed fiercely. Last thing she wanted was to be caught off guard. Cali waved it in front of her as she could see that the Witcher was creating signs that would generate a larger bout of magic. Cali exhaled for she knew she would get a heady sensation from the magics he was using. A blood elf can get addicted to such powers, so she needed to keep herself in check. He did promise her she could feed from him, but of course now was a bad idea. Swallowing, she held back and watched as a great snake emerged from the ground and then broke off as it went down the various tunnels that shot off from the main one. Cali continued to follow Xobatch, till finally they reached what would be the main den. ” This is it, the main chamber will be ahead, they will attack us in drones and the alpha will be the biggest and last to join the fight.”This was good advice, and Cali readied herself. Swirling green orbs appeared on her left hand, as her green hues surveyed the main chamber for a sign of movement. <3>

IceTe3a: -He waited for Cali to ready herself as he knew he was ready himself, slowly he walked forward into what would be the main chamber with each careful step he made sure not to make a sound. Coming to the edge of the path as he looked down it was a fair drop down, a good 20 meters, a quick flick of his wrists as their feet started to glow, the air sign allows the users to jump great distances without the ending of crushing and breaking bones on landing, turning to face her he smirked as he raised his arms outwards and fell backwards disappearing into the darkness of the depth. Spinning into a landing as he finally hit the bottom, his feet softly touching down without a sound, cali would follow up soon near him. Coming to a stand he looked around, they were in the main den alright and the walls stretched high into the main mountain, it had been dug out; where most of the werewolves slept, they had the room for an army but it wasn’t full with werewolves that was a lucky break. Suddenly a growl echo’s through the darkness, his eyes flash as the fireball hurls high up towards the ceiling, expanding and bringing light to the entire chamber, howls from werewolves waking up from their slumber, as they glared down at the two intruders in their den. There had to be at least 30 werewolves, as they started darting around and coming lower to get a better view of the two. Suddenly without warning they start pouncing down towards the two, his eyes darting around at the now flying werewolves hurling towards him, his grip on his sword tightens as he waits his time out, with a quick and deadly slice, three heads hit the floor their bodies soon to follow as more howls start echoing through the chambers, Cali was having her own problems as he could see. More werewolves came at the two as he hacked and slashed his way through them, taking them down with each slice. He was lucky as of now to not get wounded but he had experience with these creatures, they moved faster but he was born to kill their kind so it was a child’s game for him. It seemed like an endless wave as more and more kept coming, the bodies of the dead werewolves piling up as his body was slowly getting covered in their spilt blood. They weren’t just in this chamber as more reinforcements pilled in from other lesser chambers, after a while the waves lessened until they finally came to a stop. “It’s not over yet…” a massive roar echo’s through the den, the power of the roar may hurt Cali’s ears as stone crumbles and dirt clouds up in the centre, once the dirt came to lay on the ground again, a massive werewolf stood centre, its claws an easy 9 inches, a huge mane and white flashing teeth baring, it was the alpha and it was pissed.

CharlotteCarrendar:- What Cali wasn’t expecting to see was the big hole that appeared before them in the larger part of the cave. It was at least twenty feet down or more. Cali leaned forward slightly to check if there was a way to climb down to the lower level, but it was a sheer rock face all the way around. This was going to be tricky, the Blood Elf thought to herself. Course, the Witcher had a trick or two up his sleeve – creating another sign that was somehow controlled the air. Creasing her brow, Cali watched him turn around and then simply allow himself to fall backwards – vanishing into the darkness below. She waited for the sound of breaking bones, but there was none. He landed without so much as a sound at all. Cali walked up and down a few steps contemplating following him. Did she trust him enough to do this and not hurt herself? Gritting her teeth, she threw caution to the wind and with a good grip of her polearm, she leapt of the side of the hole and hurtled through the air, before landing not far from the Witcher with relative ease. Her right knee bent, her left leg forward, she righted herself and then looked around. So this was the real main chamber. Slowly she twirled her polearm knowing that they were sure to attract the attention of the werewolves soon. Sure enough, the Witcher made his move. He illuminated the chamber with a large blast of fire, and it brought them out. Spinning round, the Blood elf was shocked by the sheer number, and while the Witcher had his silver sword, the Blood Elf now had to rely on her skills as warrior, as well as the power she had to take the lives of the weres. Course, the battle was hard going. No sooner had she rammed her polearm into the chest of one on coming were, another was at her back. With quick footwork she spun and siphoned the life force from the were behind her as it tried to bite her face. The look of horror became distinct on the Were, as the Blood Elf’s own eyes glowered fiercely, and she fought with all that she had. One by one the Were’s were falling, but no sooner had they felled the bulk of the Were army, the daddy of them all finally made its presence felt. The unmistakable roar had the Blood Elf cower as it hurt her very sensitive ears. Her eyes closed as she turned her head away. It was a dangerous moment. The alpha had the upper hand. <3>

IceTe3a; – Watching as the Alpha started kicking up dirt and roaring, it was marking its territory as he shook his head, he walked slowly over to Cali and stood behind her “Be careful he’s a lot faster and stronger than these pups, You deal with him.. I need to clear out the rest of this Den, Protect me” walking back further he made sure his back was covered by the wall of the chamber, as he started chanting his eyes set ablaze as he takes control of all the fiery basilisks at once, this was a rare feat and only the most experienced of Witchers could control more than one summon at a time, him.. and his female counter part. Forcing the snake like creatures to slither through every crack and chamber, striking down any werewolf they came across, as the blood painted the cave walls red, no doubt the fight between Cali and the alpha would start soon, one of the basilisks happened upon the nursery where the werewolf pups were being kept, they were not only turning but breeding as well, this was interesting. Why would they be massing an army for? Perhaps to take on their arch rivals the vampires? This was something he would have to look into, as the Basilisks mouth opens wide as it starts to breath fire, setting the entire room ablaze as the pups squeal in pain, it was a necessary evil, that was what he was doing and that was the definition of Witchers, a necessary evil. Eventually he cleared the entire Den of werewolves not leaving one to survive the onslaught as one could start its own Den up again in no time, now was only Cali and the Alpha as the summoned fire Basilisks disappeared into ash clouds from where they were summoned, his eyes came back to their normal demonic like selves as he glances upon Cali to watch the rest of the fight.

CharlotteCarrendar: – There comes a time in all our lives, when we must face the greatest test and none would be less intimidating than the very Alpha of this colossal werewolf den. The Witcher had set the task. He had to deal with the rest of the weres and was leaving her to face the great Were on her own. Incredulous, she stood frozen for a moment as the Witcher withdrew and the pit then belonged to only two. The Were rose up on two feet and roared loudly – its head swaying from side to side as saliva dripped from its elongated fangs. Terrible claws that were shaped like scimitars gleamed in the fire light that the Witcher had provided. The great Were lowered its head as it dropped back down onto all fours. Powerful muscles rippled beneath its dark shaggy hide. The back hair all rose along its spine as it clawed at the ground and started its stealth like approach. At first the Blood Elf took two steps back, but at the same time her pole arm was starting to spin and spin fast. The red blazing fire crystal atop the head piece glowed fiercely as the Blood Elf whispered an enchantment. It would take all of her power – all of her energy to slay such a beast. At five feet out, the Were stopped and howled long and low as its back haunches quivered in anticipation. Almost like it was marking time, and digging up the dirt readying itself to push off and take down the Blood elf in one go. The Blood Elf sneers as the were prepares to take her down. A sudden surge of self belief hits her like a wave as she gestures with her hand. ”Bring it!” The Great Were roars and pushes off from the ground, its claws extended and its jaws wide open as it spirits through the air and knocks the Blood elf to the ground. Her pole arm is dropped upon the floor as the two roll until finally stopping, where the Blood elf is trying desperately to hold the Were off. It snaps at her head, which she manages to just avoid, while her fingers sink deep into its hide. Her head turns to her pole arm, which is glowering fiercely at her side but out of reach. The Blood elf releases a god awful scream as the ground beneath her shudders like an earth quake. The charge in her hands getting stronger as the Were is becoming enveloped by the Blood Elf’s magic. It is a battle of strength as the two roll around till finally the Were’s very life force starts to be sucked from its body. The Blood elf hisses violently as she is struck by its clawed paws in an effort to free itself. The Blood elf then rolls on top of the Were and with one sound punch, she forces her fist into the very chest of the Were and rips out its beating heart. <3>

 

White Wolf – Part Three.

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White Wolf

Part Three

”The Deal”

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: His right arm extends as his open palm finds Mersa’s head and gently rests on there, a slight chuckle escapes his lips, and his features seemed slightly darker “And if his body has been devoured? Plenty of man eaters in this realm” his hues had a devilish shine to them as his slightly demon like hues gave off a natural glow. His head turns as he glances at the female Warg, his fingers trail down the side of her face and up under her chin as he scratches her. Her head pushes into his hand forcing more pressure as a happy moan escapes her much like a dog would when you scratch it’s favourite spot, he continued like this for a moment; his head turns back to the elf as his arm drops to his side, Mersa groans as he had stopped. “You may be powerful in your realm but here.. you will find it hard not to die, everything here.. is born to kill” he takes a step closer as he folds his arms into his chest “ You’re in my realm now… not your realm and I have friends on the other side “ it was one of his famous lines, a simple answer to the most obvious question ‘How are you not dead yet?’ his hues move to look into hers as he didn’t know what to do with her, being this close was a danger in itself. She obviously craved magical essence and she could obviously smell his, he would be giving off quite the scent as well. “ Like I said, you need to get yourself to the closest town and if you continue the need to find your husband.. Hire a tracker.. someone who knows these lands and can deal with the creatures “ waving her off he turned on the ball of his feet “And no.. you have nothing I want.. So your offer to hire me, if you were thinking of it is pre rejected. 

CharlotteCarrendar: – Watching the Witcher interact with the female Warg, the blood elf held her tongue – curious of how he was able to tame such a beast. Perhaps that is how he got the wound. Fighting her; in a test of strength and dominance. Needless to say, the Warg was submissive to his attentions, and her sounds that were tempered on being touched by him solidified that view. The Witcher explained that while she was one of power, in this realm she was just another creature and one that would need to fight her way through, if she was ever to reach her mate. Everything kills. He approached her, one step at a time and raised his arms up to be folded at his chest. If she was to find her way through this realm, she would need a tracker – though he had given her directions. ”I don’t need you…nor do I want your help.”Defiant? yes. She pulled up her polearm and then went to march past him, in the right direction this time. She got a whiff of his power, which was still pouring from the wound on his arm. ”Be glad I didn’t help myself to you.” She smirked as she said this, and then turned her head away. <3>

IceTea: He watched as much like a child she became spiteful, completely rejecting the fact she needed help of any kind, he smirked and shook his head “ I’ll remember that.. Next time you’re in trouble” walking over to Mersa he placed a hand on her neck and pressed down, she followed suit as she laid down on the ground with a slight yawn, she wasn’t about to move unless told to. He watched her turn and walk straight past him, her smug look on her face as she passed him she couldn’t help herself “Be glad I didn’t help myself to you. “ he arched a brow reaching for the sash on his two swords *click* he unclicked the sash as they both dropped down to the ground “ Stay “ he warned Mersa as he took a few steps away from Mersa, he walked up behind the female elf. This next part was moreso out of curiosity and testing his own limits “And why don’t you? “ Was he daring her to? Was it a challenge? He left it open for her to decide what it meant as she saw fit, he wasn’t crazy as he knew his limitations and knew for a fact his Magical essence would replenish a lot faster than she could take so in the end she would never be able to drain him. More or less he wanted to study the feeding habit, the feeling of it.. how it affected the body, If she was able to just rip it from his body from a range or did she need to get close and physical for more powerful beings? “It’s not that you don’t need my help, it’s that you know you cannot afford me “ a second insult this time towards her wealth, he was more or less purposely angering her into this situation to see what it truly felt like “ Now that I think about it.. I did have to kill a strange male elf but only two full moons ago, he was causing trouble. “ he knew this wasn’t true but he also knew in anger showed a beasts true fangs, and he wanted to see hers.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The unmistakable click of the Witcher’s weapons unlocking and then dropping down, should have been a clear indication to the Blood elf that he was not about to approach her now unarmed. On the contrary, he knew what she was capable of, he had seen it in the inn. The Warg was warned to stay, and then the Blood elf knew that this was game on. She could hear his footsteps approach her from behind and she stopped her march purposely. He wanted to know why she had merely passed him and not fed. Cali gave a light shrug, trying to difuse what was coming. ”I’ve already fed once in the last few hours.” A poor excuse, but she was not truly wanting to get in it with him. Needless to say, he pushed it further and went as far to tease her with what would be his error. “I did have to kill a strange male elf but only two full moons ago, he was causing trouble. “ The Blood elf’s eyes shone a shocking brilliance of jade on hearing this. He killed a strange male elf? Could it have been her beloved? Her reaction to this was swift, as she spun on the ball of her right foot and confronted him. ”You lie?!” She spat. Her anger mixed with the shock that her husband may well be dead brought about an irrational response, as she lunged at his arm and sunk her teeth –which had elongated, down into his still gaping wound. The polearm held awkwardly as she attempted to feed on his power. <3>

IceTe3a: He knew it was coming, he made it happened as he watched her turn around her jaded eyes glowing as she said he lied about killing his husband. He knew that, but he wouldn’t let her know that not for now anyway, watching as she grabbed his wounded arm with her hands as her teeth grew and sunk deep into his flesh; his body not even flinching as he felt her lips pressed against his skin, his hues glance down to her as he arched a brow “No, come to think of it I’m almost certain it was your husband now.. he was just as strange as you are. He died slowly.. by that very sword on the floor. He was a new species, I wanted to see how long he would last” he was unraveling a story as he purposely made her more and more pissed, he watched as she was attempting to suck his raw magical energy right out of him, the more she took the more it replenished in his body but could she handle such raw power flowing in her? Would she become addicted? He continued to study her feeding habit and couldn’t help but notice that she was merely grasped onto his arm with her fangs sunk in. Not a very defendable position, obviously this was the extent of it; she would easily be dispatched if she actually attempted this onto someone unwilling, leaving herself this open and not pinning her prey down? It was like a newborn predator making mistakes as it grew. “ He lasted awhile.. I could see he was in pain but I wouldn’t let him surrender or die.. not until I was done, eventually he just collapsed from too much torture” oh he was giving it to her now, but it was the only way for him to learn about their species at least now he knew she could feed off of him without him suffering or dying, it would make it a lot less troublesome along her travels if she would stop mindlessly feeding off others.

CharlotteCarrendar:- The more she fed, the more he teased her. Playing on her love for her husband, and saying that he was now certain that it was He that had been killed. Though he added how he tortured him too. Cali’s hands glowed with ever increasing intensity as she tried to extract more and more power from him – not just blood. She let out a god awful whine, because it was his words that were hurting her. She was not in a very defendable position and was wide open to attack at this point. It would be fool hardy for her to continue surely. Finally she drew back, with tears running down her cheeks. Blood dripping from her mouth all the while her hands glowing with the large green orbs. ”You bastard!” she spat again, spraying the air with blood. She released the orbs on his body, again to draw as much power as she could. Cali wanted to end him for the murder of her husband. ”My husband would have fought. You speak as though he was a fool and a coward!” Her body crackled with the energy she had already absorbed, and then she turned her attentions on the Warg. ”Speak truth, or I kill your pet!” She threatened. <3>

IceTea: He was still studying her feeding, taking note of the feeling of her feeding off his body. This would prove useful in later days. She had jumped back away from him and started firing her orbs at him, draining more energy as she continued to do so his body continued to replenish his magical essence faster it was a no win for her, she would not be able to drain him. She then threatened Mersa, Mersa’s ears perked up as she growled her hues glaring at the elf as her large teeth glared. Looking from Mersa to the elf he chuckled and shook his head “Wargs.. Understand English.. you really shouldn’t threaten a Warg, let alone an Alpha female, who’s obviously a lot bigger than normal Wargs” He didn’t have to watch, Mersa came to a stand, she towered the both of them with ease as she came up slowly behind him he pressed his hand gently on Mersa’s chest “Easy girl.. she’s upset and doesn’t know these lands “ Mersa snorted and laid back down with a growl she continued to watch the Elf. He shook his head and walked straight up to the elf “ You cannot kill me because you’re weaker than I, my magical essence replenishes faster than you can take. No, I didn’t kill your husband.”Coming to a stand right in front of her, he extended his hand up to her face and wiped her tears away with the back of his hand “I needed to see how you really fed, in a true state I apologize for that but I was indeed, studying you. He was blunt and to the point but his eyes were glancing at her, he didn’t register any true emotions from himself as he continued to speak “I will help you find your husband, But I have three rules to this. Firstly, you no longer feed off others; If you need to feed, feed off of me my body can sustain it, it will cause less trouble. Secondly you do as I say, when I say without question or hesitation. Lastly, there’s another like me.. female, you don’t tell her what I do if we cross paths.. it’s complicated. Do we have a pact? “ he smirked and lowered his hand to shake hers if she offered it.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Little did the Blood Elf know that the Warg understood the threat she just made in her anger. Seeing it rise up, the Blood elf backed up a little, but was still using her orbs, so it was a possibility that she could lash out in her rage. The problem was that the fear of her husband being dead in this world made her act erratically. She was not normally one to just attack in that manner, but the Witcher’s words pushed all the wrong buttons. The Warg, being female was also much larger than say other Wargs so her size was intimidating, though the Blood elf was still blinded by rage. The Witcher got the Warg to back up and even made an excuse for the Blood elf. This was totally unexpected. Why was he making excuses? The Witcher then started for the Blood elf, who again was ready to attack if need be, only the Witcher went on a different tact. He had studied her in her moment of madness, and came to the conclusion that she had acted out of fear. He was also right in saying that she simply couldn’t kill him. His life force and magic was able to replenish itself practically immediately after her feeding frenzy. This, was something she had never encountered before, and so had troubles coming to understand it. But that moment, when he reached out to wipe away the tears that had fallen; truly caught her off guard. ”What are you doing?” No other male had ever touched her before out of concern or affection. Her brows knitted as she tried to understand what was going on. The Witcher then offered to help her but on certain conditions. One that she was to only feed off him, which she was going to become addicted to doing, and two that did as he said without question. Slowly, the Blood elf started to nod. Already she had encountered those that sought to fight, and she had barely been there a day. The last part however, she was surprised by. Another witcher – a female. Cali was not to speak of what the male Witcher was doing or had done. He held out his large hand for her to shake. The blood elf considered all this for a moment. She would truly do better with him as a guide, and one to feed from. The orbs faded in her hands, and she then gripped his hand and shook it. ”We have a deal.” <3>

 

White Wolf – Part Two.

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White Wolf

Part Two

“The Lone Warg”

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: – Earlier in the night he had run into a lone Terrarat, it tried to get away but fell victim to his blade quite quickly, that of course sorted out his midnight snack. Terrarat was a delicacy in these realms their meat was tender and full of flavor if cooked right, it basically melted in your mouth. As the fire was roaring he set the Terrarat meat up to cook slowly over the fire, it would turn out just perfect; the slabs of meat on the Terrarat were about as big as he was, he had no need for all of it but would keep some for later days, he knew cooking food in this forest would draw something’s attention. His wolf head pendant was warming up against his skin, it signaled beasts were near but he already knew that. He was camped in the dark forest after all, this place was notorious for beasts but the one that was setting off his pendant was just in the dark line where the light of the fire and the darkness met, it was smart enough to keep out of the light whilst it circled around him, studying him.. Weighing up its chances to take down this large prey it had found. He sighed as he sat up, his eyes looking around into the darkness. He could smell it before he laid eyes on it, a large Warg had found his camp. Wargs were pack animals, they resembled giant wolves, not to be mistaken with Dire wolves; these creatures looked more hellish and muscular they were certainly more vicious. But this Warg was different, it sort him out.. it was alone and much larger than your average Warg, a Alpha female Warg none the less. She knew she was found as her head came out of the darkness and into the light; slowly she padded in closer into the light as he came to stand. They were a few meters’ away as she snarled at him; she was beautiful to look at for a hellish creature no doubt she smelt the meat from the Terrarat and wanted some for herself, she was incline to dealing with him first though as her hues glared straight into him. This was going to be a ground fight, he could tell; with a mighty roar she jumped into the air and pounced ontop of him, her large clawed paws on top of him as they roll and tussle around on the ground, her head coming in for bites every so often as he fights her bites off with his hand, his eyes glare into hers as suddenly he allowed her to bite down on his forearm. Her teeth sinking in she growled as he came to a kneel and glared into her eyes showing no pain or fear, She saw this and bit down harder as she growled against his skin. With a mighty roar of his own he reached forward and bit down on her large right ear with ease, she whined as she let his arm go; backing off slightly she slowly curled up on the ground in a submitting manor. He had just shown her he was boss.. master, the alpha of the pack; coming to a full stand he glanced down at his arm and looked at his fresh wounds, they would require medical assistance no doubt. Walking over to the fire he looked back at the Female alpha Warg and pointed to the ground next to him “ Come “ she was watching him and slowly she pawed over with caution after being defeated she had accepted him as leader, more or less he had just tamed her. There was a nack to taming Wargs and not everyone knew how to do it, he learned from the Orcs, they ride Wargs as a mount and keep them as a fellow friend and battle-brother or sister. Sitting down the female Warg came in and laid behind him her body supported his back and weight as he leaned against her, she was that big her head reached around and rested slightly on his knee as she moaned and groaned with a slight snort, she was still hungry. Patting her head with force allowing her to feel his touch as she groaned against his touch she softly nuzzled his hand. Reaching for one of the slabs of meat he placed the steaming cooked meat on the ground next to her as she took it slowly whilst looking at him making sure she was not going to get in trouble, she then proceeded to eat it. So he had found himself a new friend, he had just shown her that they were equals by offering her to eat before he did, she was cautious about this the whole time but ate anyway; once she was done she poked at his wounded arm with her nose attempting to lift it up, he raised his hand out of curiosity and she started to lick the blood off and the wounds clean. He closed his eyes and laid back into her as the night went on, she was busy cleaning his wound it would suffice for now but he would need to still seek medical aid, they were now bonded with each other the White wolf and large Alpha Warg. He had not killed her simply because she was different from the other Wargs, she was twice the size of a normal Warg and larger.. Smarter, something he looked for in people he worked with and he chose to make the bond with her. They would now protect each other for life, as they roamed these lands.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The forest came alive with the thunder of the Centaurs hooves as they fanned out and started to hunt down the lone Blood Elf. The leader, kept his position and with a steely gaze scanned the foliage closest to him for signs of her. Already having to deal with the patrons in the Inn she was now again faced with her second battle since arriving in this world. Vastly outnumbered she knew that it would be folly to do anything drastic. However, now that the leader was left on his own, she seized a chance to face him. One on one. Stepping out of the clearing – her fire headed crystal on her Ranseur glowing fiercely, Cali made herself seen. She twirled her pole arm while her blazing green hues took in the great Centaur before her. The dark skinned Centaur cast his gaze down on the wily Elf and then burst out laughing. So bold or stupid to show herself in front of the might of one so great. ”You have a death wish, Elf” He reared up on his two back legs showing off his muscular form before landing down again with an earth shattering thud. ”I am a traveller who seeks not to harm, but so help me if you try; I will steal from you more than your last breath.” She meant his very life force. Both her hands started to glow fiercely as she spun her polearm. The Centaur went to reach for his bow, but she was faster. Aiming her Ranseur at his chest and blasting him with a powerful fire ball attack that would have him scream in horror and pain. This brought about all the other Centuars, who saw their leader under attack. Cali showed her left hand – the green ball of light building. ”BACK OFF, OR HE DIES!” She threatened as the sizzling smell of burning flesh was now scenting the very air. The leader roared at his kin to back up as she was ready to make a second attack. It was a tense standoff. <3>

IceTe3a: -Time was wasting as he opened his eyes, the forest was uneasy as it gave off a weird sensation to the Witcher. The new elf must be causing problems somewhere or the forest just didn’t like her presence, as he came to stand the Warg gave a defying yawn before coming to stand near him. He smiled down at the Warg and gave her a firm pat on the back “ Mersa, you shall be called Mersa The lone Warg” he nodded slightly in agreement with himself. Kicking dirt and forest litter onto the roaring fire it eventually died down into a smokey haze, the night was still young as he climbed on mersa’s back, Mersa was more than happy to give him a ride “Find that scent girl” Wargs were smart, some say they could understand mundane language. It was a proven point, but if they would listen to the plea’s of their dying prey was another thing entirely. It wasn’t hard for Mersa to pick up the strange scent, with a bone chilling howl that would echo throughout the forest she took off with lightning speed. He wondered just what the elf was up to and just what trouble she was making this time. As a Witcher it was his duty to make sure any magical being was not causing issue this included her, to her he may seem almost demonic and this would almost be correct as a Witcher did resemble a demon, with his unusual Witcher eyes and albino hair, his immense raw magical energy that flowed throughout him, he could easily be mistaken for a demon and that was part of the reason why Witchers were shunned by Mundane. It didn’t take Mersa long to shorten the distance from the Witcher and the elf as she came to a casual stroll. She would be up a head, as he could hear talking and hooves stamping; Coming off Mersa his feet hit the ground silently as he cautioned her to stay put, walking up slowly he kept his distance as a herd of Centaurs had the elf surrounded, she had one well within her grasps as he had seen her green energy orb in her hand, he knew just what that did as he smirked. A Witcher to the magical was more or less the grim reaper, the judge, jury and executioner of any beast and or magical creature. So when it came to dealing with more intelligent magical creatures or beasts there was a difference with the way things were done as with a mindless beast would be slayed on the spot with no questions asked, however it seemed the Elf had wandered well within the Centaurs self proclaimed territory, and that was against their laws. They were more bullies then actually having any real claims to these lands or laws to judge on, leaning against a nearby tree he watched as the event unfolded with no intention to interfere or be known of his presence.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The blood curdling howl of the Warg was enough to seize the attention of the Centaurs that had the Elf and their leader surrounded. It was one thing to gang up on the lone Blood Elf, but she was showing that she was more than capable of defending herself. She may well have stumbled onto their lands, but it was unknowingly. Someone was to pay the price for this folly, but who? The leader’s chest was seared and bleeding, with a nasty gash that was caused from the fire ball strike. All watched as the green orb like light that glowed in her left hand was growing larger by the second, as the Blood elf showed just how threatened she was. ”BACK OFF!” she ordered again, the very life of their leader in the palms of her hand. ”I shall take his very life force if you do not fall back!” She had already feasted that night, but when you are a blood elf, your addiction for such power is often unsated. Out of the clearing the soft sounds of the footfalls of the Witcher are heard. Had he come to be referee in this latest melee with the Blood elf? She was surely causing problems everywhere she went. This may well have not been her fault, had she bothered to listen to the right directions. The tense standoff lasted another few moments, before the Centaurs all started to move back and allow the Blood elf to pass. Unsure if this was some sort of trick, she yelled at the Witcher. ”Tell them I mean it!” For certain he knew what she could do when pressed. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as it unfolded, the Centaurs had her surrounded they didn’t know if she was bluffing or not but they were not about to risk the lives of their leader, she on the other hand wasn’t bluffing he knew she would kill the leader without a second thought it was a stalemate if the Centaurs tried to call the bluff she’d take the leader and perhaps die from being overrun, or the Centaurs could die from her sheer power. He was hoping he didn’t have to step in but the elf gave him no choice, asking him to tell them she wasn’t bluffing. A sigh came from his lips as he pushed from his shoulder and came to a stand, walking into view the Centaurs started whispering as he came closer his arms folded against his chest as he walked through the group they gave him path without question, they were watching him cautiously as a Witcher by itself is a great threat to any magical being but the legendary White wolf Witcher was another entire story. Walking in between the leader and the elf he glanced down at the elf’s open palm that was now pointing the green orb directly at himself, he was facing her as his hues glanced back up to hers. “Put it away before I make you.. it wasn’t a threat he just made more of a promise he went silent for a moment as the Centaurs started to ease back a little, he could see Mersa circling around slowly in the distance she was making sure her new partner was to come to no harm. “ Derek, We both know you have no real claims, the only reason I haven’t forced my hand yet is because you haven’t caused me any trouble… Do not force my hand Derek” it was a direct threat to the leader, basically stating the obvious that the Centaurs claims to these lands were not valid and were not recognized by the Witchers, advising him to back off before his patience ran dry, he was standing between them both and had just threatened them both he came off either really cocky and sure of himself or simply experienced in his tradecraft either way this was about to get interesting, the Centaurs wouldn’t start a war with the Witchers they wouldn’t win but this elf, he continued to examine her with his demon looking eyes. He would need to have words with this elf once all this was over.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Blood Elf was showing her true nature, and she was nothing like elves that the Centaurs may have encountered before. Cali’s power only increased when angered and at this point she was very close to taking the leader’s life force just to spite all that stood around them. The green orb of light swirled and built in size – a testimony to her strength and power. It matched the dangerous hues of her eyes and the combination had a harrowing aura building up around the girl. Only now, with the Witcher entering the fray was the battle about to go one way or another. At first he turned his attentions on Cali, and ordered that she put the orb away before he made her. Naturally Cali was reluctant too. Her head whipping around, her breath in short sharp pants as she surveyed the other Centaurs for signs that they were going to break rank and attack her. Needless to say, when the Witcher then turned on the leader of the Centaur it became apparent that the Witcher was treating the Centaur leader with the same disdain. Snorting angrily, the leader then turned away from the Elf and beckoned with his hand that his herd follow him out. All did so with angered looks at both the Blood Elf and the Witcher. Thankfully, no one had to die. Slowly, Cali started to lower her left hand, with the ball of green light turning into a fine mist before withdrawing back into the Blood Elf’s body. She was still breathing hard from the exertion of building up her powers, and would be silent for a moment till she found her voice. ”Are you King of these lands?” <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as Derek snorted up a fuss but in short time he ordered his herd to follow him, with reluctant attitude they left to go deeper into their forest leaving the elf and him behind. He could have just as easily killed the leader but that would mean killing the elf too, blood seeks blood and it would have been the only other way, his hues fell back to the elf as she asked if he was king of these lands “ No “ he said simply as he watched her hand lower and the orb disappear. With a slight whistle Mersa came running past the Elf from behind and rounded up behind him, she softly lowered her head and nuzzled his arm as he continued to watch the Elf. “I know why you’re here, but if you continue to cause issue I will send you back one way or another “ he glanced up to Mersa for a moment and then back at her, “ The Centaur have no real claims on this forest, but they despise Mundane so they choose to live in these forest self claiming territory. There are many unspoken laws in these lands, if you’re not careful you will die before the days out, elf” By now the Centaur were well out of sight, it would not take them long to go back to their encampments for the rest of the night, no doubt complaining about him stepping in, the only reason he held weight in his words was because of his title – The white wolf. It was well known throughout the entire world as he travelled, many knowing him for his skills in warfare and all things magical, stories and legends forged around his many battles and feats, his pure strength. Those who wished to not meet a Witcher counted every day a blessing they did not meet the legendary White wolf for he was the strongest out of the pack, or at least the strongest Male witcher, there was another.. A female just like him, an albino just like him she was in all intent and purposes his other half, she was away on a job last he saw her they went different ways for once. He knew their paths would cross again soon enough and she would no doubt be attempting to handle and control him as she always did. Coming back to reality he glanced around “You’re still heading in the wrong direction, after I warned you and gave you the right directions. Are you Ignorant or deaf?” he stood there with an emotionless face, what he said was blunt and to the point he never once thought about what he was going to or had said ever.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The blood elf’s idea that this Witcher may have been King of these lands by the way he treated those that passed through it was totally off base. He answered her simply that he was not. No sooner had he spoke the Witcher whistled. The Warg – his new companion appeared out from the scrub and nuzzled the Witcher as he continued to speak to the Blood elf with disdain. He was adamant that if she continued to cause trouble in these parts, that he would send her back to her world himself. Cali scoffed at the idea he could do such a thing, but in the back of her mind she hated the very thought of it. Her eyes went from the Warg, and then back to settle on the Witcher’s face when he asked if she was ignorant or deaf for getting the directions so wrong that she was well off the right path to the nearest city. Driving her polearm into the dirt she said simply. ”I thought it was this way. A simple mistake.” She was indignant about being corrected. Noticing the puncture wounds on the Witcher’s arm that was not there when she encountered him at the Inn, she asked. ”Looks like I am not the only one to get into a fight.” She was keenly observant for the wound only gave off a wonderful smell. She had to fight back her cravings and not get herself into more trouble with the Witcher. <3>

IceTe3a: – He watched as she looked from him to the Warg and back, a Warg to someone not from these lands could be a startling thing, this one in particular was a lot larger and muscular than the average Warg. He wasn’t about to explain to the elf exactly what Mersa was as it would be a waste of time, he watched her body movements as she basically pointed out his fresh arm wound which was still oozing out his blood slightly, he looked down at it and back up she obviously could smell his raw magical power “Still hungry? Be sure, I have more Raw power in me than you can feed on “ that was both an observation and a threat as to his strength a simple smirk was on his face as he looked around “ Can’t tell the direction? I said east, you’re heading west; further into the forest. he shook his head as Mersa came to lay down behind him, her back was still reaching his shoulders she was quite large, as he gave her a solid pat. He had to figure out what he was going to do with the elf, should he kill her, let her go? He had no clue but honestly she hardly worried him at all. “ Your husband is dead, if he’s anything like you he tried to feed on the wrong thing and ended up dying because of it, if you insist on venturing to find his lifeless body. I suggest going to the nearest city and hiring a guide or a tracker… the city is east.. east is in that direction.. he raised his right arm and pointed slightly to the left behind her, to make sure this time she knew which way she needed to go. “ The mundane don’t like elves they’ll hate you, expect to be shunned at most places. They hate Me more than elves though so you should be fine as long as you don’t feed “ 

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was becoming clear that the Blood Elf had set out on her quest with very little knowledge of what she was getting herself into. This world was nothing like her own, and she was travelling blind – almost. Her natural responses to defend herself were justified in each case, and it was not like she set out to cause the fights that had sprung up – twice now in quick succession. She seemed to be making a habit of it. Every so often the Blood Elf would stare at the Warg, before looking back at the Witcher as he tried to talk some sense to her. Creatures who are constantly on guard, tend to be a bit over cautious and she needed to start to think first before she acted. The Witcher picked up on her sudden interest in his wound which was radiating his energy like water from a stream. He reminded her that he had more raw energy in him then she could ever dare take. The threat was heeded, and the Blood Elf backed off a little. She wasn’t stupid. “ Can’t tell the direction? I said east, you’re heading west; further into the forest.” The Witcher was right. She was heading deeper into the darker forest. Now with the right path shown, she was about to make tracks, when the Witcher explained that though she might reach the city, that she would be seen as trouble, being that Mundane did not like elves. He also reminded her that he believed her husband dead. This was something she simply could not accept. ”Only when his corpse is presented to me, will I believe him dead. You do not understand the bond I have with my mate. If he had died…I would have felt it, and never made this journey.” One thing was for sure, she was loyal to her mate. <3>

 

White Wolf – Part One.

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White Wolf

Part One

”The Witcher and the Elf”

Writers
IceTe3a
CharlotteCarrendar

IceTe3a: In the realm of Baldradas things were a bit different, magic was alive and known throughout the lands, and mythical creatures good and bad roamed freely. None wilder than those creatures of the night, well known for their troublesome ways and vicious attacks, people learned to either deal with them or stay away from them. The Witchers guild a very secretive and selective group of highly trained warriors in the arts of magic and slaying beasts of all shapes and sizes is well known throughout the lands their reputation in dealing with these foul creatures grants the Witchers a sort of truce with the mundane of this world, for even though they are exclusive the Witchers are shunned, disliked and hated for being abnormal.. for their inhuman strength and speed.. and mostly for the way they look, it was easy to know a Witcher from their eyes, been a different color and style they stood out, the more powerful Witchers had pure white hair and were simply known as ‘Albino’s’ as their training and treatments were more effective on their bodies. None more well known throughout the farthest points of Baldradas, than the one simply known as The White Wolf. A thick layer of fog slowly dancing its way through the air as it covered the entire place, slowly it swirled and danced in the gentle breeze. Only allowing weary travelers to see 3 meters in front of them even with a lit fire torch, coldness to this dark and decimal terrain evil creatures roamed freely causing havoc, only the bravest or those who were lost in mind would travel this far in the middle of a dark forest. A lonesome tavern and inn called this place home, it was built out of the woods of this forest as it sat dead centre in the dark woods, the local inn keeper lived here his two sons roamed the outside of the in torch in hand with sword in other, sticking close to the inn as they patrolled their home making sure those who call themselves friend entered safely and those who called themselves foe.. were defeated or turned to another direction. Some wandering merchants had no choice but to brave this deathly place in order to get through to the other cities to make sales in time, warriors, bounty hunters, thieves and all sorts of brave men and women would frequent this place along their travels as a resting spot to boast with one and another whilst having a restful drink and a well earned sleep. If you were looking for the bravest of people this would be a good starting point as the tavern had a reputation of its own for housing such people. In the tavern few people were here, save the inn keeper and his two sons. A small team of adventurers, a bounty hunter a rather battleworn female warrior were all sitting close to the crackling fireplace while they enjoyed boasting, music and food. Than.. there was him, the white wolf as he was known.. few knew him as Xobatch, sitting on a table set aside from all other tables, it was his personal table that the Inn keeper kept free for him. It sat in the darkness of the Inn’s shadows, it was hard to make out the outline of his form. His arms resting on the table as he leaned forward, his right hand gently wrapped around a large mug of ale, his long white hair flowed down to his shoulders and half covered his face as he wrapped part of it in a short pony tail at the back, his glowing white eyes and dragon like slits (Hues) covered by his closed eye lids. His two famous swords, the silver sword and steel sword lay rested against his back keeping in place by their sheaths strapped to his back, his personal Witcher medallion was special, it showed when a beast was near it gave the wearer the senses to feel them when they were close, Ironically his was shaped that of a Dire Wolfs head, it lay hanging from his neck. A scar from a previous battle lay above his left eyebrow travelling downwards.. down under his left eye stopping just on his cheek, his eyes perfectly fine but the skin was scarred. He was listening to the chatter in the room.. the boasting of the men and women who came to call this inn home for the night, places like these either held flawed stories and lies or a treasure trove of information, it was pure chance as to which one it was. Slowly the Inn keeper came walking over towards him, disappearing in the shadows of the Inn as he stood near Xobatch. “Rough night … white wolf? These are on the house.. it makes my sons and I feel safer knowing you’re here… sorry for disturbing you placing down a hand crafted smoking pipe and a leather tobacco pouch full of sweet tobacco lastly another mug of fresh ale, the footsteps of the inn keep walking back to his post at the bar echoed in his ears, slowly his eyelids opened as he looked over to the innkeeper who was casually glancing at him suddenly nodded once to say hanks. Picking up the pipe he examined the beautiful craftsmanship, stuffing it with tobacco he lit the pipe and proceeded to smoke it as he sat back in the darkness of his chair, those who knew (( C)

IceTe3a: he was there.. knew where he was sitting but could not see him therefore could not confirm he was actually there… no one would go check though, those who never knew he was there would not see him thus never registering his presence. The rustling of flesh on flesh drew his attention for but a moment, as his hues glance casually above him in the darkness, for others it would be impossible to see but for the likes of the white wolf.. it be almost like day time, perched as it hung upside down a Noxternat was up high in the corner of the roof.. a Noxternat was a bat like creature typically they were in packs of eight to fifteen called hunting packs, each pack was territorial of its hunting grounds. An alpha for each pack would lead its pack around the world in search for rich hunting grounds to live on. Noxternat had razor sharp teeth as two teeth protruded out from their upper jawline downwards past their bottom jawline, large ears to hear along with large eyes to see in the dark, their teeth were sharp but their three talons on each wing where sharper acting like fingers to grip and cut things, this was only a baby though a new born only a few months old yet he was at least a foot and half tall, they grew big a wingspan of two meters more than a challenge for a mundane as they were easy prey to the Noxternat it would be awhile before this Noxternat went into a pack of its own, whilst they were young and growing they were solo hunters until they became young adults that’s when they became dangerous and flocked together. Looking back down to his Ale he picked up his mug and took a swig, setting it back down on the table gently as he closed his eyes once more. (E)

CharlotteCarrendar: – Months had gone by since Saerus Highbrook had left the lands of Silvermoon in search of adventure and of course bigger game. His thirst or hunger for demons had taken him well beyond his homeland, and after all this time, his beloved; Cali had grown weary from waiting. Not even the most knowledgeable of her kin knew of his fate. It was like he had vanished off the face of the earth. Days had turned to weeks, weeks now turned into months. The fair haired Paladin spent many a night atop a cliff face that looked down upon the vast lands which she knew oh so well. But every night she turned in alone. While Cali had her own aspirations to gain a place in amongst the Blood Knights, she knew she could not go on alone without Saerus. He had pledged his love to her before he undertook this journey; he promised he would return. But now, she was starting to believe that a force unnatural was keeping him from returning to her. After much arguments from her parents; Saarrin and Tyelewea Azuregazer, Cali’s mind was made up. The young Blood Elf had decided to cross over into the other world, and seek out Saerus, and bring him home. Armed with her Blood-Tempered Ranseur, and grim determination, Cali set off for the ancient portal. A building housed deep within the enclave. It was not something that was used often, as many preferred to stay within their own world. Saerus was different. No one could ever tell him what to do. He was a man of his own mind. <c>
A sense of adventure that often got him into trouble, and it seemed that Cali was about to join him. Dressed in her crimson robes, thigh high boots, gold trimmed body suit in matching crimson and with spiked shoulder guards; she ventured into the dark wood. Many creatures ceased to sing or make noise, for it was well known of the Blood elves thirst for energy. Her boots crunched through the leaf litter, as she followed a well worn trail that led to a large stone wall. Carved with numerous symbols and gargoyles, to ward off the weak minded. Cali could feel the pull, as she approached what looked to be a large doorway carved into the very stone. The symbol of the serpent adorned the sides and across the top. The naga. An ally of the Blood Elves. Cali’s face held no emotion as she approached the swirling green vortex. With only a small rune that had the power to bring her and her beloved home, she knew this may well be the last time she saw her homeland. But what was home without Saerus? Clutching the rune within her fingers, she drew it deep into her palm and then took the steps into the swirling liquid like wall. She slowly became swallowed up and then within a blink she vanished from view. The forest burst into song the moment she had gone. Like life had returned and danger had passed. Indeed it had. What would await those on the other side of the gate? <c>

On the other side, lay a dark forest. One that had trees that were over twenty feet in diameter and reached up into the sky till they pushed through the very clouds. It was an ancient forest, and its creatures were plentiful, and their sounds were a chorus which at first surprised the young female blood elf. With her Blood tempered Ranseur upon her back, Cali started to make her way through the wooded terrain. Her dark green eyes piercing through the undergrowth. This world would be ripe for food sources no doubt. It was little wonder that Saerus was so keen on exploring it, and all the big game. To see the long eared Blood elf at first glance, you would find her beauty to be unusual at best. She was slim built yet muscular. Over six foot tall, and with long flowing fair hair that was either swept into a ponytail, or draped in a long plait that often went to the very base of her spine. She walked with a fluent movement that suggested she had both poise and a certain elegance about her. These traits meant that she was incredibly agile and quick off the mark when hunting her prize. But for now she focused on one thing; finding Saerus. <3>

IceTe3a: The silence of the night in these woods was enough to give the bravest man the chills, for one would rather be able to hear everything around him, it was when the woods were silent that the predators were out hunting, this was a sure sign for everyone to be on their toes whilst travelling through these woods. “What’s that glow in the distance brother? tom said to his eldest brother Jake, as he glanced over to him. Watching as Jake slowly moved forward, they both left their torches behind as to not give away their positions. Jake raised his hand to his lips signalling for his smaller brother tom to be silent whilst they snuck up on this glowing light, they weren’t the best at keeping quiet but their father taught them what he could as they snuck up closer and closer, the light disappeared as Jake sighed, as he crept closer to where the light was last emitting. Slowly the two brothers walked forward, a shape was forming in the distance, as Jake came to a crouch so did his brother; slowly they came closer until they could make out the tall elf like creature.. this wasn’t good news, elves were not the friendliest at the best of times and this one looked like a warrior. Jake looked at his brother and signalled for them to go back a bit, slowly they started to walk back *Crack* tom crushed a stick as Jakes eyes widened “ RUN TOM! “ The two boys running back to towards the inn as fast as their legs would carry them, they busted through the door panting harshly as their father stares at them with a worried look “Father…! Elves!! : Sitting at his table in the darkness, he smoked his brand new pipe as his ears twitched, something was going on outside he could feel it. Placing the pipe down he leaned back in his chair and blew out the last of the smoke as he waited, the inn’s occupants un aware of the dangers that lurked just outside that door, suddenly the door crashes open with a large thud as the innkeepers two sons come in breathing heavily “Elves!” that’s all Xobatch bothered to hear, as he watched the warriors, thieves and bounty hunter stand up looking at each other. Everyone knew elves were bad news, he could feel the Innkeepers eyes glancing over at him expecting him to do something, but this creature was not posing a threat as of yet as he sat in his chair waiting to see what would happen.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Cali raised her chin and then inhaled deeply. The forest was rich – alive with magics. Had she fallen upon a blessed site that was ruled by those of high standing? Creatures abound, and their life forces all gave off distinct auras that illuminated their silhouettes. A cruel smile played across Cali’s lips. She had been within this land but a few short minutes, and already she was feeling the potency that awaited her touch. Ever aware of her surrounds, she had picked up on the two younglings that had ventured far from their abode. Setting down the tip of her Ranseur into the dirt, she lowered her head slightly. Ears twitching as she listened with an acute awareness. Their voices did travel through the forest and reached her. Her green eyes shone through their fine slits as she continued to listen. Were they children? The pitch and tone suggested such. Then, like a shot with a loud shout, the two were off. Running through the woods as though the devil himself was on their tails. Cali let out something of a bemused chuckle, as she simply followed them. She didn’t need to run. They were not on the menu as it were, but could well lead her to some sort of dwelling. A civilized village perhaps. Tucking her rune deep inside her cloak, she walked at a reasonable pace. The Ranseur swinging as she twirled it almost lazily. Up ahead, the signs of what would be an Inn, crafted from the very woods in which it stood. The door slammed after the boys had run inside. By the looks of the various steeds that were tied up near a water trough, and the smoke that poured out of the chimney stack; there was someone home. Never one to be shy, she strode right up to the weathered door, and simply pushed it open. Inside, many had gathered – all were standing. Warriors, thieves, bounty hunters. She was in good company, unless of course one wanted to challenge her for her purse. A roving eye cast to what would be the Inn keeper, and she said simply “”Ale” ar’ “a” salpua en’ “stew,” “innkeeper.” (Ale and a bowl of stew, innkeeper). Cali then made her way to a table in the back, her crimson cloak flowing behind her, till she took a seat and waited to be served. <3>

IceTe3a: He heard it before it showed itself, a female figure came through the doors, some sort of elf as they young boys had previously stated, he glanced her over once and closed his eyes. Not an elf he had seen before and he had seen many in his travels, his energy and raw magic flowing through his body his powerful presence would sure be felt by this creature as he heard the quiet whispers of the others. “”Ale” ar’ “a” salpua en’ “stew,” “innkeeper.” She obviously knew some English but spoke in her own tongue, this proved to serve that she was not from these lands possibly from half way around the world there was no way to tell really. His eyelids opened as he watched the Innkeeper standing there looking confused. The innkeeper walked over to the elfs table placing down a bowl of stew and ale obviously hoping that’s what she wanted. His head turned to look in the direction of the white wolf hoping for some sort of help, but none was given, as the innkeeper quickly walked back behind the bar he ushered the others to sit down, and they did the room fell silent as they were sitting there watching and waiting to see what the elf was going to do, sideways glances towards him were given as whispers came soon after. Obviously they wondered why he had not shown himself yet, he wasn’t hiding all knew he was here and his raw power was most likely felt by this elf anyway. His abnormal eyes glance over to this female elf, she was beautiful to look at but obviously battle trained, making her dangerous; this could prove to be interesting, suddenly howls of dire wolves echo through the forest and into the Inn, one of the boys quickly shut the door. As fists start slamming in rythem on the table “White wolf! White wolf! White wolf!” they thought this a sign to the legendary white wolf.. Xobatch the witcher, how pathetic mundane were..

CharlotteCarrendar:- The whispers grew all around her. Those that were not like the common rabble were viewed with indifference and fear. The Innkeeper tried his best to keep it under control, but alas, what was a simple man to do with a room filled with drunken warriors and men for hire. They all wanted entertainment no doubt and a strange yet attractive female warrior would no doubt provide that. Little did any of them realize, she was already casing the room for those that were ripe with magical energy and power. None so great as the scarred and white haired man that sat by himself in the other corner of the room. He was literally brimming with a radiance of strength and power that would no doubt sate the Blood elf for a few moons. But the young Elf warrior had put in her order with the Innkeeper. Surely he would not deny her request. She had not brought troubles so to speak, but the loud fist strikes on many tables seemed to demand some sort of contest. White wolf! White wolf! White wolf!” Unafraid, the Blood elf rose from her seat – her crimson robes flowed onto the floor boards behind her. She picked up her Ranseur, and twirled it. The glow of the fire crystal illuminating the room as she captivated all with its arcane magic. Which of you, is White Wolf?” She already knew the answer to this question, but thought it would make for a better show. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as the men of the room slammed and chanted his earned name, the wolves howled for a moment longer before suddenly stopping as he sighed. They wanted him to do something about the elf, but he wasn’t getting paid nor was he hired to do anything about her, so he saw no reason to get up and waste his time, she was merely an elf anyway. But it was already too late, watching as she came to a stand she demanded to know who was the white wolf. The men laughed “He is a beast.. a vicious legendary animal! The gods fear him!! one warrior said as he smirked beating his chest as they agreed with him, a female warrior stood “I hear he’s untamable, though many have tried he grunted at that remark the female made, shaking his head he came to a stand as his chair cluttered against the floor, the room fell silent as he walked out of the darkness and stood a tall 6’9. He looked around the room as the men and female warrior were all in awe in finally laying eyes on him, finally he glanced over at the elf his eyes showing that of a man who had been through hell and back… no fear. “I am” he simply stated as he looked her up and down one last time, taking note of her weapon of choice a polearm, he didn’t bother to reach for his weapon. His long white hair flowed freely down onto his shoulders where it stopped, he could hear the others whispering but didn’t bother to listen in, it was no doubt about him or the elf, as he knew the inn keeper would prefer no harm come to his sons or himself but they all knew of why the white wolf was called the white wolf. Was she really looking for a fight? He wasn’t able to tell, but then again she wasn’t a normal elf not one from this region anyway, what did she want exactly?

CharlotteCarrendar: The shrill whistling sound of her Ranseur ceased as she brought it down in one strike. The floor boards resonating the power of the polearm. It’s firelight flickering majestically, and this would send an eerie hush throughout the room. Previous to this, the patrons had been raucous in their attempts to get a fight started. Making claims that White Wolf was untameable, a beast and feared by the Gods. What common rabble they were to even suggest that Gods would fear the likes that frequented the inn. He was of course, quite an impressive sight when he lumbered forth from the shadows of the Inn. Much taller than she, he towered over her and in a simple two word statement made it clear that he was their champion. The young blood elf had not entered the Inn looking for a fight. She was on a mission to find her beloved in this strange land. Cali sneered as the patrons made cat calls and tried to once again bring about a fight between the stranger and the infamous White Wolf. Glancing across at the white haired man, she said simply. ”I am no God, nor am I afraid, White Wolf.” This would bring a loud Ooo sound from the patrons. They hungered for blood sports it seemed, were there was none among them that was ready to join this match. From her left hand a shimmering ball formed, one that was slowly building in size. Those that sought to harm the Blood Elf, would pay a very dear price. <3>

IceTe3a: The sound of her weapon hitting the floorboards of the inn echoed throughout its walls rendering everyone in a hushed silence as they stared at the elf. He did not flinch nor did he show any emotion through his face, hardly impressed would be the perfect choice of words right now. ”I am no God, nor am I afraid, White Wolf.” he simply smirks, shifting his weight slightly he looked her up and down as a shimmering ball of energy was slowly building in size. Interesting, she deals in energy based magic; simply raising his right hand in front of his face his index finger and middle finger pressed together and pointing towards the roof, the other three folded into his palm. This was his style of using Witcher signs – Witcher signs are spells using runic magic through the flow of the raw energy and magic of a Qitchers body, each Witcher has their own way of casting these signs. Signs are one of many styles of magic Witchers utilize while in battle, each Witcher has their own signs as there are many to learn in the world but are only taught the select few from their guild, the rest of the signs would have to be learned whilst traveling the worlds. With full intention to draw the sign – Ydren – The Yrden sign is a simple magical sign used by Witchers, it forms a magical trap on the ground that seals the enemy within the circle until the Witcher releases them – Mainly used to hold prisoners but has been used with interrogation and studies. He was not going to use the sign just yet but was prepared to use it if need be. A grunt escapes his lips slightly almost a ‘Heh’ kind of sound, as he wasn’t the talking type he was always the strong silent type of person, his deathly hues glancing into hers without a care as he waited to see what she would do next.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Many of the patrons were now backing up – getting out of their seats as the very air within the inn was charged with a great deal of power. The Blood elf had been brought to stand by their cat calls and chanting for their champion the White Wolf. She was not there to fight, however when one is addicted to the arcane and lives to feed off the life forces of the demonic and the like, she was barely one to say no to such a test. Admittedly, the Witcher was not a creature she had encountered, but it was suffice to say that he was indeed powerful. He began to make signs using his right hand, as the Blood elf’s green ball of energy was building in size and aura. A battle like this surely would be better tested out in a field, than in the midst of some ramshackle inn. The brilliant jade hue of Cali’s eyes increased so they shone brightly to all who dare gaze upon her. Would he truly dare to cast his magic upon her at the risk of having his life force sucked from his vessel? She took a step closer to him – building up her power, charging it to the fore. The very right side corner of her lip curled upwards as she felt a rising sense of dominance. ”Begin…” The gauntlet was thrown down. <3>

IceTe3a: She took step closer to him, she was getting cocky as her orb grew in size, the others had all backed off to the far wall as they watched from a distance. Little did she know he was trained to deal with beasts and magical creatures it was his life job and she was a magical creature. ”Begin…” She was looking for a fight, without further warning he drew a symbol into the air as a glowing red trail was left behind. It flashed signalling it was complete as he smirked with a huff and turned on the ball of his feet and walked back to his dark corner, if she bothered to look down she would notice a rather large incantation circle glowing on the floor. One wrong step and she would be trapped in the circle until he deemed fit, ” Pathetic ” it slipped his mouth a direct insult, it was true he only used the simplest of signs, apart from signs he had other magic under his belt but would she realize this? Disappearing into the shadows his white hair was the last thing to be seen as he took a seat at his table. The others looked confused as they sat down and the innkeeper brought them more ale, little did they know the floor of the Inn was slowly having more trap incantations appearing, it was a mine field and it was done with a simple flick of his wrist a taste of the White Wolfs powers.

 

CharlotteCarrendar: – The challenge was made and accepted, so with honor each makes their move. The White Wolf did this by using his hand to create magical symbols that were turning the very floor of the inn into a mine field of traps. His loosely thrown comment of “Pathetic” was heard and this was indeed intended as a slap in the face to the Blood Elf. However, looks were deceiving- for as she channelled her own magic, she raised her Ranseur from the floor. Her feet slowly lifting off as well as she began to levitate. Then in a gentle sweep of her jewel headed polearm, she waved it horizontally across the space in front of her. The very magical symbols that had he had created becoming inactive for a short time. A low level demon scoffed at this showdown, and that was when she turned on him. It was never the White wolf she wanted, oh no. Instead she cast her glowing ball of energy at him in a trice, causing the demon to lift off the ground and then suddenly be racked by incredible pain, as his aura became a blazing red light, that carried back to Cali. The Blood elf snatched it out of the air, just as his body exploded into a fire of sparks. The life force of the demonic creature was consumed; right before the eyes of the crowd as the Blood elf lowered, and she then scoffed at all at the scene and walked out the Inn door. <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as she was levitating off the floor, an impressive skill not many could do. She then went ahead and disengaged the signs on the floor a brief moment, he watched as she attacked a low level demon; it exploded as its energy drained out of its body and slipped its way in between her lips and into her mouth as she consumed it. He smirked knowing now she needed life force or magical energy to live, she then scuffed at everyone and walked straight out the door. With a simple wave of his fingers the Signs on the floor disappeared all together, he took up his pipe once more and smoked it as the inn slowly returned to normal they started talking loudly and were now over the whole ordeal even if she just left. Her race of elf were indeed a new species and easily more powerful than that of their cousins, thus the need to feed on such things, he wondered what brought her here but soon waved it off as he took out a map and started to plot his next course.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Many a patron had been frightened by this Blood Elf and her ability to just take a life as though it was nothing. Whispers mounted, and the Inn keeper felt it his duty to approach the White Wolf, who had removed his magical traps from the floor. Shuffling over in his tunic and leather boots, the Inn keeper rubbed the back of his neck, before setting down yet another pint of ale. ”Why did you not stop her?” He asked, genuinely curious that he let her walk out alive.”People will start to talk. She was not from these parts. Not that kind of Elf. Seen many in my time, Sir. Many. That one…had eyes like Jade. Ears longer than a foot.” The Inn keeper took out a stool and sat down at the White Wolf’s table, glancing at the map, then up at the Witcher’s face. ”You think she will be back?” He was genuinely concerned about the effects that her visit might have on passing trade. A business man through and through. Always taking care of his own interests. <3>

IceTe3a: Listening to what the Innkeep had to say, he knew this was going to happen; the innkeep was afraid for his business and wanted to know why he let the elf go, with a sigh he folded up the map and placed it in a pocket “Just because I could kill her doesn’t mean I should” with a shake of his head he knew the Innkeep would not let this go, coming to a stand he waved the innkeep a farewell and picked up his pipe as he placed it between his lips he walked through the Inn as people watched him with curious eyes. Exiting the door into the woods he didn’t bother looking over at the elf he knew she was still there as he took a couple of puffs from his smoke, leaning against the fence his hues were scanning the dark forest; his eyes almost like that of a demon – allowed him to see through the darkest of nights almost as if it was day time. “Why are you here, elf he simply stated, he was blunt and to the point.

CharlotteCarrendar: – the Blood elf was somewhat surprised that the White Wolf had come out of the Inn in such a short space of time, since she had promptly left after feeding on the life aura of one of the patrons. Dabbing her lip with her index finger, she lowered her arm to her side. She was leaning against a rather large oak after her meal, and now was being interrogated by the strange white haired Witcher. ”Not to pick fights in taverns, I assure you.” her voice had a noble ring to it, though she was not of high standing, rather she was a mere paladin. Pausing a moment, as a large butterfly flittered around her, she continued. ”My beloved entered your world some months ago. He never returned.” At this she picked up her polearm and drove the end of it into the dirt. ”I’ve come to find him.” For a Blood elf, she was surprisingly honest, but she had no reason to lie. If one was on the wrong side of her, they would feel her wrath, but as she had just gorged herself on a demon’s life force – she was being amicable. <3>

IceTe3a: As he thought she was not from this world, as he listened to her tale about her husband. So her husband came to this world and was now missing, he chuckled lightly and shook his head “He’s either dead or a slave by now, these lands.. even the bravest of warriors cannot survive them for long “ it was true people lived a short life in this world due to the over population of magical beasts, death by a magical creature or even a beast was a common thing in this world her husband was surely dead being new to the terrain. “ You will fall to the same fate if you do not go back to where you came, this is no place for you. Accept your losses and go home “ he was really blunt and it showed, but he was always truthful, matter of the fact is her husband was most likely dead or a slave, slaving was a big part of this world and a common trade, the weak either died or became slaves and the strong were corrupt, there was no good or evil in this realm just.. Neutral evil and chaotic evil, which side you choose was completely up to where you were born.

CharlotteCarrendar: – It was fair to say that the Blood Elf knew very little of the world she had entered. Even if she had, that would not stop her from doing what she had vowed to do. The Witcher was brutally honest and to the point. Her husband may well either be dead, or a slave. As he put, even the strongest warriors cannot survive for long. ”You speak as though you have experienced this yourself. But tell me, you are not weak and yet here you are. Free, by most standards.” She pushed herself from the tree and rose to full height. The beauty of the Blood elf somewhat gracious, though she was not to be misread. She was dangerous in her own right. ”While I thank you for your warning, I simply can’t go back alone. I have but one way and that way is with him. I must find him.” You could see the determination in her eyes. She clearly loved her husband beyond words. Cali had no idea where to start to even look. She cast her gaze right, and then started off down the path. She was either incredibly head strong, or daft. <3>

IceTe3a: She was determined that was for sure she just would not give up on her husband and then she went and flipped the question stating if what he said was true why is he not dead or a slave. The answer was simple, he was a Witcher trained at birth to deal with these creatures, he knew how to survive and no mundane could ever hope to beat a Witcher they were physically weaker and slower than an ordinary Witcher, let alone him. He watched as she started to stroll down a random pathway, she had no idea where she was going that much was for sure. “You’re heading deeper into the forest, the closest city is two days walk from the east “ he shook his head, she would be dead by morning. Turning around he walked back into the Inn to re assure the Innkeeper that the elf means no harm and was now on her way to her doom.

CharlotteCarrendar: – Cali paused in her step for a moment, when the White Wolf said that she was heading deeper into the forest and that the closest city was at the very least two days walk. Undeterred, she continued on for she knew that at the next city she would be one step closer to finding him – her beloved. Death, was a risk she was willing to take; for a life without him was like death itself. The bond between Cali and Saerus was a strong one, however she could never be the kind of woman to keep him from his love or sense of adventure. His cravings, his addiction to the magics of great beasts was well known to many. It was this that took him from her world, and possibly led him into great danger. She may well be following the same dangerous path, but she could never live with herself, if she didn’t try and bring him home. His quest, had become her own. :: The Innkeeper happily opened the door for the Witcher and spied that the Elf had taken the path to the darker woods. ”That be the end of the likes of her…ha!” <3>

IceTe3a: He watched as the Innkeep opened the door and looked over to the travelling elf commenting on how she was going to die “She won’t last the night going that deep into the dark woods, and she’s still going the wrong way”walking past the innkeep the others were back at it with each other, boasting and singing a marry song as if nothing happened. He didn’t bother going to his table this time as he walked over to the bar and sat on a chair at the bar, helping himself to a glass of ale he took a decent swig as he let out a sigh. The elf and her problems long out of his mind now, as he continued to think and plan his next move, he needed to travel to another city to find some work or see if any chaos was being held there. Generally smaller towns that could not defend themselves would have been overrun by Lycans or other aggressive beasts and where in need of some sort of aid, that is where the Witchers stepped in. Pulling out his pipe he stuffed it with tobacco and lit it as he started to puff on the smoke, it was turning out to be a long night after all.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The Innkeeper was well pleased to see the harmony and revelry of the Inn return. The rising song of drunken voices and laughter was like music to his ears, and the more they sang the more they drank. He wiped down the bar top surface as the Witcher took a seat and then pulled out a pipe. ”Can I get the young Beatrice to get you a room ready for the eve, Sir?” He asked with a generous expression, since he considered the Witcher to be the hero of the day, in sending the Blood elf on her way. ”Even a copper bath if you be looking to scrub up.” The Inn keeper was indeed being hospitable. <3>

IceTe3a: He glanced up at the innkeep as he came around and started cleaning the table top asking if he could get him a room and a hot bath. He shook his head “ No, I have better things to do than sleep. Finishing off his Ale he gave the Innkeep a nod and left a few coins on the tabletop for payment as he walked through the door and exited the Inn, his hues glance around slowly as he takes in a deep breath of air, smelling for anything that may be near. His hues flicker up to the moon as he gets his bearing, with a light step he started to walk east towards the route of the nearest city. It was always dark in here, it had to be almost fully night time, the sun would rise in a good 9 hours that was for sure. His footsteps silent as they left no sound rather kicking up dirt and dust with each step as he casually walked through the dark forest. He would not be able to make it through tonight, as he will need to set up camp further down the track. After an hour of travel without hassle or running into any beasts he decided to set up camp, with a simple flick of the wrist he signed the symbol for fire as a fire exploded on the ground and started to crackle and roar, gathering wood and twigs to keep the fire going he placed them in the fire and stoked it. The fire would keep him warm and the smaller beasts away but quite possibly it could attract bigger beast and even bandits, as he laid down on his back near the fire he always kept his swords attached to his back just in case.

CharlotteCarrendar: – The darkened forest only became more dangerous after the sun had set, and replaced by a pale moon. Little did Cali know the inhabitants of this part of the forest foraged after dark, and strangers into their lands were fair game. The rumble of the earth heralded that something or many things were coming towards her as she tried to make her way through the forest. The galloping of many horses hooves, but was it indeed horses? As Cali fell in behind a large oak, she could hear the sounds of the voices of men. But when she peered around the tree trunk, she spotted instead Centaurs. The leader; a dark skinned one, with flowing long black hair and red eyes was looking about him, as he pawed at the ground with his front right hoof. ”Show yourself, creature!” He roared, as his fellow centaurs sung out loudly for the Blood Elf to make herself visible. She was unwelcome in their part of the forest, and with their anger mounting at her trespass, they would be sure to make her pay when she came to light. ”Spread out!” The lead Centaur ordered as his herd started to go through the forest and seek her out. <3>