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She woke and felt utterly exhausted.
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She stirred, trying to pull her hands closer to her face to rub her eyes.
She tugged and felt cold metal bite into her skin, and felt a soft whimper leave her throat before coughing quietly. She could feel how clammy she was and felt her stomach roil.
All she could remember was a cruel looking man and two women and… and Gwen.
And the woman in lace had touched her face and she’d felt like she would die as her insides had seemed to almost melt and then… she was… here? Where was here?
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He gave both a mental, and audible, sigh.
Thank the gods. His nose started to bleed more; he concentrated, fought, to hold the connection. Where are you, what happened?
She moved her head to the side, her eyes closed and concentrating.
Something hit us and we were knocked out … it was Thorne … he kidnapped us.
She groaned softly from her place on the ground, her eyes sliding open for a moment before closing again. She didn’t respond.
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I went through puberty twice … for this?: The Pain
Was excruciating; from her toes to her head Gwen’s body was bruised and covered in blood. Never would she have thought that Thorne was more than he seemed. Not that his first…
Gwen? Sig? Can … you hear me?
Back in the cabin, as he sat in his circle, his nose started to bleed slowly.
Gwen closed her eyes, she was definitely not dreaming.
Yes, baby … I can hear you …
Sigrid groaned quietly, grimacing with her eyes still closed, the voice in her head slightly raspy.
To… Tolaas?
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I went through puberty twice … for this?: The Pain
Was excruciating; from her toes to her head Gwen’s body was bruised and covered in blood. Never would she have thought that Thorne was more than he seemed. Not that his first impression was nice; it was nowhere near. Her sensitive area felt like it was ripped apart as he thrusted into her…
Where the hell were Gwen and Sigrid? They’d been gone for hours. They’d left several hours ago to go into town for supplies. They’d not come back. He knew something was wrong. Every instinct he had, every sense, told him something was wrong.
He wandered back inside his cabin after pacing outside, and started to strap on his sawed-offs, and his pistols. After he’d finished, he left the cabin, and headed around to the front of Terran’s property. He opened the gate, walked out, closed it, and headed down the road into town.
The entire walk into the town proper, his stomach was twisted into knots. He kept sliding his hand over it, trying to calm it. It didn’t help. In fact, it made it worse. The walk into town felt as if it was taking forever; the longer he walked, the worse he felt. He wanted to puke. His stomach kept trying to force the issue, but - somehow - he kept managing to fight it off.
When he finally got closer into town, he heightened his senses just a bit more and was hit with a wave of nausea. The smell of rotting corpses and graveyard dirt, rotten fruit and decay. He coughed, gagged. Fuck! he screamed inside his head. No!
He started to run, grabbing one of the sawed-offs from his back. He cocked it as he continued running. He dashed through a crowd of people, and heightened his senses again. The previous smells hit his nostrils like raw sewage and he nearly doubled over right there, however … this time, they were joined by the scents of his loves: Gwen and Sig. He ran faster, and skidded around a corner into an alleyway where the scents led him.
Empty.
There was nothing here.
“Fuck,” he growled. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
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He entered his cottage and ripped his weapons from his body. He tossed them on the floor, on the couch, against the wall. One of his revolvers went off, the bullet entering the left side of his left calf, and stuck.
He didn’t even feel it. He was numb; he felt as though he was walking in a dream. Nothing smelled right, every sound was muted. He stood in the middle of his living room, looking at the floor and not seeing it.
He had no idea how long he stood there before he snapped back to reality with a sudden thought.
He immediately stripped naked, tossing his clothes on the couch. It was then he noticed the wound in his leg. “Well, shit,” he muttered. “Eh.” He shrugged and walked into the kitchen.
He gathered a container of salt, walked into the living room and rummaged through his desk until he found his runes. He stood in the middle of his living room again, and poured the salt in a circle around himself, wide enough to sit in. He placed one rune at each of the four cardinal points, then sat, cross-legged, in the middle of the salt circle.
He closed his eyes, and tried to relax. He cleared his mind of every negative thought, until there was nothing left but the positive. Which, incidentally, was something that was near impossible for Tolaas to do. However, he was surprised at how easy it was this time, especially regarding the fact that what he was trying now was something he hadn’t done in over 300 years.
He caused a small focal point in the rear base of his mind. A pinpoint of light. Slowly, he expanded it, expanded it to fill his mind. He connected it to his senses, and sent the light out through his ears, his nose, his closed eyes, his fingertips, his mouth.
Sent the light outward, outward to grow, to touch on Gwen’s and Sig’s residual energies hanging in the air. Once both energies connected to his, he sent his light to follow, to follow wherever the trail led.
He opened up a space in his mind for his voice, and sent it out on that light. He prayed they’d hear him.
Gwen. Sigrid. Hear me. Please hear me. Connect with me. Hear me.
He waited.
He waited.
He sent his voice out again, slightly louder.
Gwen. Sigrid. Hear me. Connect. Connect, reach out.
Again, he waited.
Gwen brought her head up a little to look ahead of her, she had thought she had heard a voice but it wasn’t from anyone in the room. Actually, there was no one in the room at all, just a wounded Sigrid. Sigrid wasn’t as badly injured as she was, but that was maybe because Gwen was very resistant when Thorne was taking advantage of thus him taking out more blows on her. She closed her eyes and thought inside her head,
Wha … who is this? she thought, her mind weak.
Sigrid showed minimal reaction to the voice sounding in her head, her eyelids fluttering slightly and her body curling up tightly as she coughed harshly, her shoulders shaking and a sheen of sweat covering her skin. Her breathing was rattly and shallow, and that the only sound in her head other than the voice.
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He pulled Gwen close to him, kissed her softly, smiled. “Gwen, love, this is Sigrid. Another love a’mine. She’s a werewolf.” He grinned wide. “You two needed ta meet because, well, I don’t like keepin’ secrets ‘bout my loves from other loves, an’ … Sig is…
He laughed. “Yeah, figgured you two’d get along.” His demeanor changed instantly, and he stepped away from them both, grabbing a sawed-off again, and aiming it in the distance, slowly sweeping it back and forth.
“Goddamn,” he spoke softly. “There’s someone out there … and who ever it is fuckin’ stinks.”
She looked at him, noticing the strange behavior since she hadn’t seen it in a while, “What’s … what’s going on?” she asked, confused.
She bites her lip, stepping closer to Gwen and speaking carefully. “There’s something in the air… can’t you smell it? Sickly sweet, like rotted fruit…” Her brow is furrowed again with worry as her own eyes turn in the same direction, scanning for any sign of life.
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He pulled Gwen close to him, kissed her softly, smiled. “Gwen, love, this is Sigrid. Another love a’mine. She’s a werewolf.” He grinned wide. “You two needed ta meet because, well, I don’t like keepin’ secrets ‘bout my loves from other loves, an’ … Sig is an amazin’ woman.” He kissed Sig softly again with a wink and a grin.
Gwen smiled happily and kissed him back, pulling away to look over at Sigrid. She pulled out a hand for a handshake, “A pleasure to meet you!” she said smiling.
Sigrid grinned at the other woman, kissing Tolaas back after he kisses Gwen before offering her hand and shaking Gwen’s. “Pleasure’s all mine!” She giggles quietly.
(Source: betawolf-sigrid, via gwengrayson--deactivated2011070)
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TOLAAS!
Where are you? Do you want me to come find you?
:DDDDDDDD
Sniff me out, love. Do ya wanna hint?
*giggles*
Naw, I think I can find you. Just gimme a few minutes to get a trail, here…
*scents the…
*he grins* Yes, to both. *he pulls her to him in a deep, slow kiss*
*she giggles at his answer, letting out a soft moan when he pulls her closer for a deep kiss, her arms winding slowly around his neck*
*she stops a moment as her horse gallops through mid air, pulling back a bit on it’s mane to slow it before guiding it down to rest on the tree tops. she watches, recognizing the man from the picture and letting out a slow, soft laugh. Master would be pleased. she gazed at the woman in his arms, eyes tracing her features and noting the peculiar earthy smell before turning away and urging her horse on so she could complete her assignment.*
*she pulls back suddenly, sniffing at the air with a furrowed brow* Why does it… it smells like… like rotting fruit, or something… what is that?
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TOLAAS!
Where are you? Do you want me to come find you?
:DDDDDDDD
Sniff me out, love. Do ya wanna hint?
*giggles*
Naw, I think I can find you. Just gimme a few minutes to get a trail, here…
*scents the…
*he grins* Yes, to both. *he pulls her to him in a deep, slow kiss*
*she giggles at his answer, letting out a soft moan when he pulls her closer for a deep kiss, her arms winding slowly around his neck*
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TOLAAS!
Where are you? Do you want me to come find you?
:DDDDDDDD
Sniff me out, love. Do ya wanna hint?
*giggles*
Naw, I think I can find you. Just gimme a few minutes to get a trail, here…
*scents the air before wrinkling her nose*
There you are.
*follows the scent*
*he grins at her as she approaches*
*nose is still wrinkled as she rubs at it, walking closer to him*
You’ve been smoking more. And having sex. In… in flowers? *tilts her head, grinning lopsidedly*
I'm Sigrid Ahlgren. I'll come right out and say that I'm a werewolf. I've lived in the North my whole life, near some woods in a remote part of Alaska, but I've decided that maybe... well, maybe it's time to move.
So I packed up and left.
Now I'm kind of just drifting from place to place, since my pack refused to come with me. They've never had much of the wanderlust, I guess.
Right now I'm on my own, surviving. Don't know many people, and don't have many friends.
So it's nice to meet you, I guess.
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