Repentant Coincidence

[S.age]

No...I have a last name, and it isn't my alias… Still, I do not suggest you change either, it's more safer here to be an animal then a mortal.

I raised my head at the chiming voice in my mind. My ears pinned back to my head. I was not used to just things and being able to hear voices in my mind made me feel deaf. I disliked it as in made my thought prickle like pine needles were in my head. I started to shake my cranium back and forth as if that would get rid of the voice. My fur bounced once more with the movement as it sent my scent strongly into the wind. I turned my gaze to the tree and I snarled a warning of distance. She could hear my thoughts couldn’t she… How perfect, just perfect!

I pawed at my ears and shook my head once more, argh! This deaf feeling was something I disliked greatly. But soon my mind was distracted as I looked over at the male. I jumped up onto my paws as the meat was thrown at me. I moved a little farther away, growling the whole time in protest. I was pretty sure I made it clear how nervous I was. I could feel it, in my very veins the natural drug, which was making me feel strange power. I knew if I wanted to I could so very easily be gone from here, it would only take a seconded. But once more hunger controlled my mind and like some starved animal I clawed my way over to the meat and sniffed it before lifting it in my jaws. I had to admit I was a tad bit thankful for my luck with the food but the fact I was in the presence of others was slowly making me loose my edge.

‘So you know my secret… It is common courtesy to request reading ones thoughts before analyzing them.’

I thought, I wondered if it would work or if I was simply being silly. I knew I felt silly. But it made me horribly insecure and uncomfortable that someone could know so much about me just from my thoughts. I was unsure what side of me was panicking the most. My wolf or my human, but I was pretty sure my wolf was going to go into shock any moment now… The memories of fire… blood… everything that I hated seeped into my mind making me flinch physically.

[Kalia]

One may say that two of these things together have caught her...off guard. Slowly she shifted her gaze from the man to the wolf, then back. This was a sudden churn out of events that Kalia has not expected...though, in truth, she didn't expect anything. Just a few hours back, she got up here, planed on spending the night, and then going her way pleasantly...yea, obviously, that wasn't going to happen anymore...

How ever, despite of that, she looked back at hte wolf, bowing her head ever so slightly.

My appologies...How ever ,be at rest, I have not anylized you, nor will I...Though, I do know whom you are. But, do not worry, I will say nothing, or do anything to you. Kalia reasured her a bit, even though she highly doubted that this did much...

But, the images from both of their minds seemes to swirl with in her own. And, that by all measures was not a fun or pleasant thing. So, one might say and agree that being a Seer or being able to look into the people's minds, was a type of a curse.

Just do not panick...Clear your mind, and calm down... Kalia suggested softly, looking over at the wolf.

[guy]

Guy felt the rough ropes and chains that bound his symbiont as the guards led the symbiont to the Tour of London. He winced as one of the guards touched the open wound on the symbiont's arm. The entire encounter had hurt, and he was still winded from the blow to the gut. Guy watched the wolf shake and whine. It looked like it was in pain. He slowly began to walk towards the wolf. It hurt him to much to stand as a guard shoved the symbiont into a cell using the but of his pike to do so. Guy fell to the ground as his symbiont did. "When I find the wizard, I'm going to kill him," Guy muttered. as he crawled towards the wolf. He winced as the arm that was sore from the symbiont's injury banged into a tree. He reached a hand out to the wolf and raised himself up onto his knees. "Hey there friend," he said, trying to keep the pain out of his voice. "What's bothering you?" he asked.
Guy felt the ropes and chains chafe against his skin. He watched as the doors to the Tower of London opened. He tried to resist as they dragged him through the doors and up the stairs, but he got hit in the back of his head with the butt of a musket. He was shoved into the cell and fell onto his face. "You better talk before they start torturing you," one of the guards said and laughed as he closed the heavy wooden door. There was a slide that they would put food in, and a small window with iron bars at about the height of a man. A small crack in the wall served as Guy's only link to the world outside the Tower. His head was killing him, and he knew that tomorrow the torture would begin.
Guy nearly passed out in front of the wolf as the back of his head exploded in pain. Someone had slammed a butt of a weapon into the symbiont's head.... He saw bright lights and darkness and passed out on the forest floor just as his symbiont passed out on the prison cell floor.

[S.age]

As the pine needle like voice appeared in my mind again I instantly started pawing at my ears once more. The reinsurance that was sent my way I instantly discarded. All the people I put trust in, at one point or another broke it. Then the voice came again, I wanted to literally poor acid on my brain so I couldn’t hear her. It felt wrong… I disliked feeling so deaf and even blind really. It was just not natural… But my focus was soon once more drawn away from the voice and to the approaching man. My hackles raised and my teeth were barred. But as the man fell Sage’s head shot up in alarm, her ears forward and her growling stopped.

As his hand reached out towards me my ears pinned to my head I didn’t like the closeness, it rather scared me. As the man started talking I could hear it with my wolf ears that his voice was twisted and choked. Pain? Sorrow? Dry throat? What was it… For a moment I was concerned and nudged his hand with my cold wet nose. I was able to feel the shift around him; it came with my wolf senses. Actually it kind of worried me, I was afraid this man was going to die on me or something. My human instincts kicked in then I found my head leaned up against his chest, supporting him as I listened to his cutting breath. What was wrong with him?

My tail found its way in-between my legs, as my hackles were still raised. Each little piece of fur prickled up off my skin. Once more I felt the strange compulsion to shift. It made my blood feel odd as for a moment an adrenalin spike was going through my system. I was confused… I didn’t know what to do. For a moment my eyes turned the Elf in the tree. My thoughts were silent pleas as my confusion and nervousness was made clear. I didn’t like it; I didn’t like contact at all. When you let someone close you give them permission to hurt you. I didn’t want to be hurt. Not again.

[Kalia]

Silently Kalia watched them from above. She let go of one of the daggers in her hand, as she sat up, with one arm against the rough bark. She hated this. Hated seeing so much...hated hearing, and knowing it...But it was her task. Her hand curled into a fist as she closed her eyes, trying to block her mind against the cell, and the guards. No...No, no, no!

Useless...

Pain...Exhustion...SHe could see it all in him. The fact that he was knocked down, came as a small relief to her. Only, since it allowed her to concentrate. CLosing her eyes for a moment, Kalia shook her head, before opening her eyes again. Glancing down at the wolf, she noticed how the scenerio changed now. The wolf was now supporting the lim body of the guy...Noticing, the wolf's expression, and feelings, Kalia nodded.

Softly she jumped down from the branch, landing silently on teh ground. Only the muffled ruffle of her fabric hurd as it settled about her, in a Pearl like shimmer. At that moment, when the single ray from the moon settled on her, as she jumped down, she appeared as if a shooting star was landing down before them.

Slowly, she approached the two, and knealed down beside the wolf, though kept some distance.

"You can let him go now..."Kalia said softly. Her voice soft, like the bells, but, the frost was there. That small biting note hidden under the softness.

[guy]

Guy was unconscious for he didn't know how long. When he awoke, the wolf was curled up next to him, and the elf was on the ground.
At least that's what it looked like to him considering his vision was blurred and his head felt like it had exploded. A thousand pins pricked in his head. A migraine was setting in on top of all of this. His arm still hurt. Sharp pain shot through his entire body as he rolled onto his back. A low moan escaped his lips as he coughed up some blood. "I hate wizards..." he muttered as he hissed in pain as he tried to sit up.
Guy was just beginning to wake up. It was morning. The guards were back. "The king has given us permission to begin torture today," the one lifting him off the floor said and laughed cruelly. The wound from 12:45 last night was infected. He winced as the guards grabbed him roughly and dragged him down several floors to the torture chamber. Dried blood was on his shirt. Straw stuck to him. He was also wet; the roof of his cell leaked and it had been raining all night. Robert Cecil and King James I stood across the room.
"Start him on the lowest form of torture," James told the master of torture.
"Yes mi'lord," he responded. Guy's head was dunked into a bucket of freezing water for a minute. His lungs burned. They pulled him out and shoved his head into the boiling water. He bit back a scream of pain as water rushed into his lungs. The pulled him out and he coughed up water. "Who are you working for?" Robert Cecil bellowed. Guy glared at Cecil. "Flog him, then submerge him again." Robert Cecil and the king left the chamber. Pain shot through Guy Fawkes as they flogged him. Tears came down his puffed up cheeks. He could not see very well because of the boiling water.

Guy felt his lungs burning. Then for a moment he thought he would drown as he felt as if they were filling up with water. He coughed uncontrollably for a few moments, coughing up blood. The wound had gotten infected. Then the burning sensation of whips tour through his body. He shouted in pain.

[S.age]

I could hear her, the sound of the fabric moving against skin. I turned my head slightly so my eyes focused on her. The elf was amazingly beautiful, a sight for sore eyes. I swear she could have made blind men see again. I became nervous when she approached even though I requested it. I moved my body away as she requested, I moved away from both the man and the girl so that I was a good few meters apart. I then sat down on my hind legs, my tail curling around my paws as I dipped my head, tongue hanging from my mouth. But her voice has memorized me, so beautiful that it was almost godly. I liked the sound of her voice but at the same time hated it. It sounded like my mother… My dead mother….

As soon as I saw movement in the male I raised my head, my eyes were sincere. As he moved I subconsciously adjusted myself. But as soon as I scented the blood my ears flung back and my lips were pulled off my fangs. A snarl rippled through my chest and was made clear though my now opened jaws. Blood… I knew the scent all to well, its luscious flavor something that I craved once. When I went mad. When I had killed those dogs and then attacked that Night Hunter. But I to was almost killed that night, I have scars from the fight, I almost had my spin severed. But I owe my life to Gabriel. He had saved it, even if I still think he shouldn’t have.

As his painful shout made it to my pinned ears I withdrew myself away from the two. I was snarling constantly now, I had a feral air to me, one that I had no control over. Memories flashed before my eyes as my emotional scars were opening painfully inside me. I raised my head to the heavens and howled. I don’t know why I did this… I still wondering if I really did it? But I was pretty sure the action was real. My mouth had curled into an oval and my voice sprung into the air like a wild cat at prey. My howl was ghostly, an angry rhythm of many high notes that no human could ever create.

[Kalia]

She may have been beautiful, something out of this world...Maybe able to charm anyone, and all around her with only a wish...but she didn't want it...Kalia, was of those, who took that on, like seeing, as a curse. The softness, the gentleness, all that wrapped in a thin layer around the icyness of her heart. The heart that knew the kindness of a mother's love, and the chilling touch of death that came after.

Upon seeing him roll on his back, Kalia moved closer, as she looked down at him. The tourchure, rising vividly before her eyes. She did not understand why, or what was happening...but it was, regardless of that fact. Unable to concentrate she felt lost. Pulling up, and summoning all that she knew in dissipline, and teaching she gathered her mind, locking out most of the images, leaving only the main thread behind.

There...

Her blue eyes looked down at him ,as she reached forward, gently running her hand over the side of his face, using her magic to sooth his pain. THough, upon finding out that that woudl probably not do much, she began on trying to first get hte water out of his lungs. The woulnd could wait, it would hurt, but it won't kill as quickly as the water.

Bending over him, she began to work out the delicate web of magic, weaving it into the complicated design, hoping that this was already helping him...though she highly doubted. Soon, she left the web to finish that, as she moved on to work on his wound...Unfortuantely, having difficulties keeping up with the tourchure in the other world.

"Come on...just hold on..."She murmured, trying the best she could to sooth away his pain, and work on teh injuries.

[guy]

He was running a fever. The elf was trying to heal him but it wasn't helping much. "Leana," he whispered as he moved his hand towards the elf's hand that rested on the side of his face. He was beginning to see a bright light. The the woman's voice called him back to reality. His face hurt, no, his whole body hurt. He didn't know how much more he could take. A full day of torture had already passed in the other world. Day two to the torture would soon begin and it would be worse than the first day.
Guy was once more dragged down to the torture chamber. It was November 6th, 1605. Robert Cecil was once more there. "The rack today," he said. Guy looked wearily around him. He didn't know how much longer he could take of this before he cracked and told them the names of the twelve other conspirators. They were his childhood friends, how could he betray them. Pain ripped through his spin as they began to stretch him on the rack. He howled in pain. "Tell us the names and whereabouts of your fellow conspirators," Robert Cecil demanded. "No," Guy Fawkes gasped through clenched teeth."Do it again," Cecil demanded. The wounds from the flogging reopened. They too were infected and bleed freely. He thought his spin would break as they turned the wheel a little further each time he refused to tell Cecil what he wanted.

Guy felt as if his spin would break. Blood now soaked the back of his shirt. Odd, he thought, I usually only feel the affects without the blood.... He heard the heartrending sound of the wolf's howl. He howled in pain along with the wolf, except his was the grating sound of an enraged dragon. An ear piercing roar rent the morning air of the forest.

[S.age]

I lowered my head as the man’s own howl of pain and rage joined mine. I had to get myself under control. I whined, I didn’t understand it. All these flux in his air. More blood was made clear to my twitching nose. I felt dizzy and sick but all so strange. I could tell by what the elf was doing she was attempting to heal; well at least I think she was. I padded forward and pressed my muzzle against his chest and breath out. My eyes were closed as I pressed my dark and light coat against his skin. The blood was making me insane. It made me want to run and kill all at once. It was wolf instinct for me to lick his wounds and all so make them bigger.

The heat of his skin was unnatural, even my sensitive wolf nose could feel it. I had to do something… What could I do. What comfort could I offer? I was stressing again, my mind playing blanks across my fragile thoughts. Did I have any hope of helping him? Then suddenly I lost my wolf state of mind. My body waved before being engulfed in a thin light. My forelegs became longer and thinner as the fur sunk into my skin. I could feel my tail retreat into my body as my hind legs also grew. The odd thing was, I was not totally bare skinned. Even though I wore nothing clothing as a canine my body still was covered by a thin lavender, knee length dress. I to was bent over the man my head no longer touching him. A screen of curls bounced around my head as I looked up at the beautiful elf. I guess you could say I equaled her beauty now.

I probably looked stressed or scared; I’m not sure which emotion was dominant on my face. I then placed a nimble hand over his neck and felt his pulse. Maybe? Just maybe music would smooth him. Give him something to focus on rather then his invisible attack and his pain. I parted my full lips, allowing my lungs to fill with the needed oxygen before I let my voice slither into the air and fill it with my most smoothing sounding voice I could muster.

“A seed floating in the wind with no direction
Slowly fading away, it has no protection
Lands on the bank but sees no reflection
A choice must be made, life's intersection

Grow into a tree or fade into the past
Soar like an eagle, this spring may be it's last
A decision must be made before the dead of night
Is it time to lie down and die, or is it time to fight

It made the right choice and decided to grow
But wasn't its choice to make, of this it did not know
Already determined the seed would never be a tree
It dreams of a better life but hope is all it will ever be”

Well it was more of a poem really then a song but my voice was so sincere, so tender that it could have been a lullaby. I was trying, trying to comfort this man before me as if I would a child. I used to comfort my older brother with my poems; he would listen to me as we played in the field outside our house. Once he was killed I had never sung and had most certainly never written or said a poem since. But something was moving me. Making me escape one small trait of my past that had clung to my solo like a leach, draining me of my ability to do as I wish. I had closed my eyes and leaned back as I sang/read the poem in my mind. I pleaded to the heavens it would have some effect, or help some how.

[Kalia]

Leana? That caught Kalia off guard, as she looked nerveously around before, her eyes droped back down to the man. She could do much, if he was delusional, except agree to what ever he would say...He'll come out of it eventually...hopefully....It would be a shame to have him die like this...

She leaned over a little, her other hand, laying on his forehead, battling with his feaver.

"Yes...?"She asked gently, having no clue, whom he was talking about, but hoping that it wasn't his wife or lover...if it were, then this would be akward....But the wounds kept appearing far faster then she could phisically handle. And the things he saw flashed before her eyes.

"Don't you dare give up, or die on us here...."She mumbled, as she continued to try to heal him. The howl that escaped his lips, send a shiver down his spine, as she worked on his back, or at the least closing the wounds that were pressent there. This was about the one of the very few times she wished she was a healer.

The wolf coming up to his side, did bring some confort, even though ,it was't exacly the type to do that, having someone else near by, made Kalia feel much better. She paused her work how ever, when the wolf began changing. Kalia, smiled softly at the woman as she looked up, nodding a little in aknowledgement. But she was silent, allowing the other woman to sing...maybe it would help his mental state more, then she could help with the healing. Thus, she worked on his wounds as teh other woman sang, finding her self a bit caught up in the tune, as it echoed in her head.

[guy]

Guy was no longer in the real world. He was lost in his memories.
Guy was sitting next to his sister Leana when the soldiers came. They were being led by the wizard Waefae. The two ran into the house and grabbed their swords. Waefae stormed in. Guy tried to defend his sister but Waefae struck him with a lightning bolt. Guy morphed into the form of a dragon and burst out of his house. He flew into the sky and began to rain fire down on their attackers. He heard Leana cry out in pain. Tears streamed down his face as he watched his family get butchered. He flew to a cave on the side of a cliff and waited for the soldiers to go. When he returned, the house was burned to the ground. He could hear soldiers in the distance looking for him. He changed back into human form. He saw his father's charred body. Then he heard Leana's voice. It was weak, and barely above a whisper. He ran over and found her trapped under a support beam. Blood continued to flow from a fatal wound in her side. She was badly burned, and her silky red hair was in clumps with blood. He knelt in the pool of blood which his sister lay in and lifted the support beam off of her. "I'm here Leana, I'm here," he sobbed as he cradled her fast fading form in his arms. She was so cold and looked as if she had already passed from this world. Only moments ago, which now felt like decades ago, they had been laughing at each other's terrible jokes. "I'm so sorry Leana. I should have stayed with you." He sobbed and his shoulders shook.
Guy lowered his head down next to hers so that he could hear what she was whispering. "It's not your fault Guido," she smiled weakly at him. "Just promise me you wont seek out revenge. Promise me..." Her eyes closed and she breathed her last.
"No, Leana, no you can't die, you can't leave me. I need you. No Leana, no you can't be dead.... no.... " he moaned and cried as he held the limp body of his sister in his arms and rocked back and forth. That evening, he buried his family, cousins, mother, father, and sister. It was a heavy task. He knew that if he had stayed, he would have died to, but he had run away.... he had been a coward and Leana was dead because of that. "No because of Waefae," he growled between his teeth. He walked away from the burned down house and the poorly made grave sites. "You will be avenged, Leana you will be avenged."

"No Leana no, don't leave me, don't go," Guy moaned as he shook off the memories.

Guy felt the tendons in his arms and legs give way under the pressure of the rack as his right shoulder dislocated with a sickening crack. "Now, tell us what we need to know," Cecil demanded.
"My name is Guy Fawkes," he whispered. "Five others were involved in the plot."
"Anything else you wish to tell me Mr. Fawkes?" Cecil asked.
"No...."
"Enough torture for today, we'll give him some time to think about the names."
Guy was released from the rack and slumped to a heap on the blood slicked floor. The guards ruthlessly dragged him up to his cell where they bound him hand and foot to the wall in manacles. His wrists and ankles were raw from the ropes chains and irons they constantly had him in. His spirit was broken, and soon he and his friends would be dead. It would only be a short matter of time before Cecil knew every detail of the plot.

[Kalia]

Alas, not for long. When Guy slipped into the world of memories, it echoed in her mind as well. She could see the house, she could see the burning corpses...even smell them...She could sence his feelings, and could still hear teh sounds of the voices, and the screams.

She paled a little, looking down at him, as her vision swam a little before her eyes. A splitting headache forming in her head, as she looked down at the man before her. Slowly she took his hand, giving it a gentle squize, before reaching forward, as she brushed some hair behind his ear. She couldn't do much, in order to stop that pain, but she could lift it, even if it would be for just this moment...even then, she knew that it would be by far better then being stuck in the cold shadows, that enveloped your heart. When, all around is only the chill of death and memories, even a little light, is a welcomed blessing, no matter how short...At times even, it may cause someone to start fighting, for they have seen the light, and felt the warmth, and want to feel it again, be closer to it...so, maybe...just maybe there was a chance to get him up again.

"It's alright...I'm here now...I promise, I won't go anywhere...won't leave you again...."She said softly, giving his hand another squize. But, even though she managed to stay light and warm in her tone, her head was starting to spin. The use of energy that she had in a constant flow, trying to heal him, the memories, and the visions, were not heping...Her head was swiming now, her vision slightly blury, but she did manage to hide that. Wouldn't be the first time.

[guy]

Guy heard the last refrains of a song. It sounded angelic. He then heard a soft voice speaking to him. Leana was kneeling over him? He gripped her hand. "Stay..." he murmured through the pain. His shoulder ached, and his body was in so much pain it was hard to tell what was really going on around him. He tried to fight it to see his sister again, even if it was for a moment, but he didn't have the strength and lapsed back into unconsciousness.