Crimson Moon - Plot

[†Arisen†]

''C'mon, Justin. I see the building,'' Fey crouched by him, ''You can make it--I know you can. Can't you see the building?''

She was starting to plead, her eyes watering a bit. Her hands curled in his fur, ''Lets keep going.''

[Silver]

God I love it when a pretty girl begs.

With a groan he began to trot forward, his teeth tight in a grinding bite. His ears were flat against his head, his movements tight and premeditated. If he could just cover the distance quickly... he could see the building now, so close. It looked like the barracks of some old war memorial.

His body shivered as a sudden chill swept down his spine. His coat automatically flared out, puffing up to defend against what was not on the outside. Soon he could rest, soon he could sleep.

Maybe Fey would curl up besie him and help fight off the cold he felt.

[†Arisen†]

(Page 7!)

Fey gave a small smile, ''Good. I'll have Shadow take a look at you. He'll know how to fix this.''

She gave his fur a small tug. The gates weren't too far now. The place looked like a grave yard.

[Silver]

Justin found himself slowing without realizing it. He thought he'd been ahead of Fey and now he found himself trailing her once again. He felt so horrible his tail had decided to take up permanent residence between his legs.

They were mere feet away from the door, but it took all his reserves of strength to cross the threshold.

The rooms within were cool, soothing his hot feet, which were leaving wet paw prints on the cement, they were sweating so badly. When the door shut behind him he could only lay down and close his eyes.

[†Arisen†]

Fey smiled and kissed his head, ''I'll go find Shadow. Just rest here.

''You did good. You made it here. I'll be right back--Don't move.''

[Silver]

Justin's sides heaved as the cool cement seeped into his bones. He felt drained. He'd never been poisoned before, and if asked, would have certainly assured anyone who would listen that this was not an experience he would willing endure; or unwillingly for that matter.

He felt the slight touch as Fey's lips pressed gently against the top of his head, but his fevered mind didn't catch what she said, instead he could feel the vibrations of her footsteps as she travelled farther away. He shifted a little bit, his joints aching against the ground. He'd lain down with his injured side up, although he didn't feel the wound weeping much anymore; but he couldn't feel much anyway, so it could be spewing puss for all he knew.

He wanted to get up, but like when he was shot, his body just would not respond to him anymore; it had shut off. Rather, he could only breathe and wait.

[†Arisen†]

''Shadow, are you in here?'' Fey poked her head through Jagger's doorway.

''Feyverent?'' Clant blinked.

''Whats going on?'' Shadow stood.

''Justin--the wolf from before--Is in the front hall. I think he's dying.''

''I sense him,'' Shadow muttered, pushing past Fey. She followed after quietly.

[Silver]

It was restful, the quiet. So cool, and calm. his body was taking the time to somewhat recoup his losses.

The vibration in the floor, the sound of running feet, it wrecked his solitude. He nearly raised his head to see who it was, but then the rational part of his brain assured him that there was no point, whatever was coming would come, he was beyond caring. His body no longer hurt -- but he didn't think he was dying, just so tired, too tired to feel any pain or discomfort. Breathing was getting too troublesome as well. Too much work.

He would just rest, ignore whatever happened and rest.

[†Arisen†]

''Fey, watch his head--I want you to hold his head,'' Shadow ordered, crouching by Justin. Fey nodded, running her hands through the fur on Justin's head before sitting and pulling his head in her lap.

''We're here,'' Fey muttered, ''So's Shadow. He'll find out whats wrong.''

''He was stabbed.'' Shadow stated, ''It shouldn't be too bad with the rate he's healing.''

[Silver]

OOC: FINALLY! Geeze lol

BIC:

Justin felt the shift in gravity as his head was lifted, but in a moment it was pillowed on a softness that smelled of Fey. He opened one eye and took in the larger form of Shadow crouching over him. Well, the cavalry had arrived. He knew he wasn't badly injured, and hid body has tried to remove the vile substance from his body, but some still lingered. It was that he needed the help with.

You know, I need to find a better way to get the girls on their knees for me. This is a bit much, especially when I can't act upon my intentions. He coughed, and his tongue came lolling out the side of his mouth. He shook again with shivers.

[†Arisen†]

(Sorry, I haven't been near a comp. I'm using my phone.)

Shadow 'watched' Justin for a moment, a hand on the younger wolves side, ''He heals better than I do. Its only around the area where he was stabbed. Good, it'll be easy to fix. Just a shot should fix it.''

''Good,'' Fey smiled, and kissed Justin's head, ''You heard didn't you, Justin?''

''I'll go get the vail. Stay with him,'' Shadow ordered before getting up and walking down the hall.

[Silver]

OOC: Shit I won't pester you then lol ... just... get near a computer lol

BIC:

Justin winced a little. Vial. Vial equals needle.

I heard. He shifted, wanting to get up. And it makes me feel better already. He rocked forward then back when the world spun. Ah fuck. He thought a moment, then gave a cough of a wolf-laugh. After this, when I'm better I think that is definitely on the agenda. A guy needs to reaffirm his manhood after being this weak. He winked at Fey. Course, I think I may have to look elsewhere than the virginal wolf. His tongue lolled as he waited for a blush.

[†Arisen†]

(Sk. I don't mind.)

Fey blushed, ''How did you...? Nevermind. Shadow wants you to lay down. He knows whats best.''

She ran a hand through her hair, sighed, ''Just don't move. Shadow will be back soon.''

[Silver]

Justin laughed within his head, his eyes sparkling. How did I what? Read your mind? He winked again, pleased with her blush. He was only kidding, distracting both himself and her. He needed to think about something other than the oncoming needle, and the way his gut seemed to be twisting and turning, his stomach acid chewing through his trachea. Don't move you say? He lurched forward again, then groaned as his body protested. I couldn't move if the building was burning down around us.

[†Arisen†]

"People don't like it when you read their minds. Especially without asking," The blush hadn't completely faded, "Just... DOn't get up. Shadow's coming back now."

A few moments later, Shadow came walking down the hall at a brisk pacce, "I have to see to Jagger too, Fey. I can't stay here too long. You'll have to watch him. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Fey nodded as Shadow crouched down again, "Now Justin, this may hurt a little. Just don't bite Fey. Bite me if you have to."

[Silver]

Justin snorted. I was stabbed, I doubt this will hurt more than that. Nonetheless, he winced when the needled was pressed into this skin. What exactly is this? And what does it do? He looked down his body at Shadow, who was now shielding the needle.

OOC: I hate four line posts, but what else is there to say? lol

[†Arisen†]

"Its antibodies. Your immune system wasn't prepared to fight off what came off that knife. Jagger and I have a friend out in the woods. Another wolf, named Binx. He's a scientist. He created this stuff and a cure incase this ever happened," Shadow pulled out the needle and rubbed the spot where it had been, "And I take it you attacked one of my men? Ah, no matter. I never cared for the gaurds anyway. I may have trained them, but Jagger's their leader."

Shadow stood, "You should be finr now, just relax here for a while. Its not safe for any of us to be out in Crimson right now..." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "You can go stay in Arsen's room--he wont mind. I've heard him already. He's still underground. He's safer down there. Now, you two need some rest.

"And Fey, be careful. You bruised a rib," And with that Shadow walked back down the hall to Jagger's room.

[Silver]

Justin settled a little closer to Fey. He wasn't feeling better yet, but he hoped it would take effect soon. He could probably use some fluids, since he wouldn't doubt that he was dehydrated, but for the moment he was content enough just to lie there. He watched Shadow's retreating form. His vision had cleared a little with the rest; he had been worried when things had blurred a little bit, of course it could have had to do with his upchucking.

He lay in silence for a moment, the only sound was Fey's breathing. For the moment his heart rate was slow, his breathing lacking. His vampiric blood apparent, having risen with his thirst. He was able to ignore the fact that Fey had blood pumping in her veins, but he knew that as soon as he was able he needed to get a drink. He twitched a little, his body fighting the urge to get up and leave. He had to gather himself, both mind and body. As Shadow had said, Crimson Moon was dangerous tonight, especially for him. He couldn't just get up and wander around for a drink.

He'd bide his time. Wait it out.

That or jump Fey here and now. He'd give himself a few moments before he pondered this with stronger intent.

[†Arisen†]

Fey breathed a sigh, "Do you think you can get up now, Justin? Arsen's room is just down the hall. Its nice and warm in there--he even has a fire place. And I should get you something to eat too..." She muttered, playing with his fur.

"Besides, I'm sure I'm not the only one who wories about you," She smiled at him. Fey watched as another maid watched them for a moment. That one had come not too long after Jagger had sent Saiya to the castle. The other girl gave a sniff before heading off down the hall toward Jagger's room.

"You know... The maids here can be eaten--thats why Jagger only has human maids here. Just for that reason," Fey's hand clenched a bit in Justin's fur, "He wont mind if ones missing."

[Silver]

Justin's ear flicked lazily at this bit of information. It would feel like a twisted justice if he could snack on one of these maids that looked down so on Fey.

Give me a moment or two, and maybe I'll take you up on that offer. He sighed as he considered her request. He probably should get up and move to Arsen's room, but it felt good to have Fey playing with his fur. Relaxing and intimate, like a lover's caress.

His head rose at that. Maybe it would be best to move.

Alright, I'll shift my tired old ass. He stood slowly, stretching his forefeet out in front of him in a a bow, nearly pressing his chest to the ground, his tail curled up over is back. Then he sat abruptly and stretched his spine, his shoulders leaning back until his fore paws lifted off the ground. he balanced there a moment, nearly falling backward, before he was nimble enough to start walking again.

Alright, were am I going? He cocked his head and glanced at Fey.

[†Arisen†]

(I just realized, we've started to spell Fey's name wrong... its Fayverent, not Feyverent. ><)

"Just down the hall, I'll show you," She stood, walking next to him, her finger tips brushing over his fur. She was almost like a small child with a new pet or toy and didn't want to seperated, "Since Arsen's still underground, and Jagger is asleep, I don't have any duties. Usually one of them watches me. More Arsen than Jagger. Jagger doesn't like me. he met another wolf like you once. that one was with the girl Jagger loved, protecting her.

"Jagger had been attacked and thought dead by a werewolf that had a bounty on his head and Jagger was hired to go after it. The wolf mauled Jagger beyond recignition.... A year later he came back and fought that wolf again, with a few other vampires. And the wolf watching after the girl. That wolf that was watching her was Macabre. He was an outsider to everyone. He died to protect Jagger and Jagger still doesn't like werewolves because of it I think..."

[Silver]

OOC: .... it looks better with an e XD

BIC:

Justin ambled along beside her. A few heads poked out here and there all of them female and mortal. More maids, the place was crawling with them.

You tell me this story, as I walk into the lair of the dragon, so to speak. His head hung low, his body still tired. He was avidly aware of Fay's fingers touching him. it almost made him wish he wasn't so large in his wolf form, shorter, too short for her to touch him so casually.

A deeper, dangerous part of him wished he were in his human form. He could picture walking down this hall with her, his hand on the small of her back, or mayhap wrapped around her smaller one. It wouldn't feel uncomfortable, like when he had had moments of weakness with mortal girls; but he had never really considered them the way he did Fay. He snarled to himself -- he couldn't even begin to think of her like that, she was a mere child compared to him. And not able to change.

He shook his head to clear his thoughts. They were heading down a deadly path.

Does Jagger often hunt wolves? He curled his lip as he passed another sneering face. And what makes these little girls think so much of themselves?

[†Arisen†]

"He doesn't hunt wolves. He doesn't trust them though. He lets them walk their way and he walks his own," Fey shrugged. (Looks better with 'e' I'll keep it that way.) "And all these girls were hand-picked by Jagger and Arsen. Mostly Jagger. And they do whatever he want's them to do without rejecting it.

"I just feel bad for Macabre. I heard Jagger telling Arsen about it. Jagger had also said that he couldn't stand being in that town because of what Macabre left behind. The girl, Alice, was killed that night too, withch gave him more of a reason to leave. He never went back."

Fey sighed, "But, thats in the past, and Jagger will be out cold for a few weeks, so there's nothing for us to worry about. Besides that, Arsen's lent me his room a few times. Especially when I was younger."

[Silver]

All these girls were hand picked? With what qualifications? 'Hello, I'm young'? He rolled the information she had given him over in his mind. How come Macabre was protecting this girl? How did he get the job? They seemed to be approaching a room that smelled strongly of Arsen.

His body felt heavy, his muscles tired and joints sore. Movement to the right caught his eye. He turned and looked. Dark brown eyes laughed at him from around the bend of a corridor.

Does Arsen have any clothes I can borrow?

[†Arisen†]

"Macabre like Alice and decided to stay. That was it. And he liked her friend--Kit--as well. Though, she did abuse him.... And the girls didn't have qualifications. Jagger cares about beauty far more than brians--one reason I'm Arsen's. I can think.

"I think you can fit into Arsen's clothes.... I doubt he'll mind anway," Fey smiled and pushed a door open that lead to a stair case, "His rooms up there though... Think you can make it?"

She moved to stand in the stair well, "I'm sure Shadow wouldn't tell you to go to Arsen's room if you couldn't make it up these stairs."

The stair case was wide enough for one person to walk up at a time, the stairs gradually climbing around a corner.

[Phoenix Ashes]

Gwen woke as the sun set. She climbed out of the hotel chair she was curled up in and opened the drapes. Reg began to stir.

"Hurry up Reg, I got you food."

Reg sniffed nice bacon and eggs, raw, but that suited her. She started to scarf the food down. Gwen would hunt in the night.

Just as Reg was finishing up the plate, the doorknob began to turn and creep open. Reg immediately panicked and before Gwen could tell her to relax. Reg changed, right in front of the maid coming into the room. Reg growled and charged past the maid, causing the maid to drop the towels she was holding and scream. Gwen swore in Welsh and dashed after Reg.
When she finally caught up to her, Reg was standing beside a man who stood in the middle of a nearby road, back in her human-form, evidently having just changed. They were on the outskirts of Crimson Moon, just within sight of the castle.

Before Gwen could say anything the three of them were surrounded by guards. Gwen swore again, but the guards didn't give her much time to think let along react,they grabbed the three of them, and carried them to the castle dungeon.

The guards threw them into a cell. Gwen demanding to know why they had just been tossed in here without a word of explanation, only arrest.

"Because," said the guard "a werewolf is wanted for the murder of some of our men!"He than spit into Gwen's face.

Gwen turned around to face Reg and the stranger, she carefully wiped the spit off her face. Her usually serene eyes glowed almost red. "Well Reg, fine mess you got us into this time!I guess we should introduce each other. I'm Gwen, She is Reg." Pointing at Reg."You are who?" She looked expectantly at the man.

[Silver]

Justin looked up the stairs with more than a little trepidation. I suppose so, with a little bit of time. He began o follow her retreating back up the stairs. Once he heard a giggle behind him, and glancing over his shoulder he was once again waylaid by brown eyes. His ears flicked back and forth in confusion. What did this girl want?

Who is that? Is she just another of the maids? He turned back to Fey and continued up the stairs.

OOC: She doesn't have to be anyone special.. or anyone at all lol No need to relay any real information.

[†Arisen†]

Fey blinked, "I'm not really sure.... I've seen her a few times--she mostly stays with Jagger. I think that may be someone he knows, but I'm not sure."

Fey shrugged, "She does what she wants. No one stops her. C'mon Justin, we're nearly there."

She smiled for him, "I hope you don't mind a vampire's scent though, his room is pretty bad because of it... He never opens a window."

[carthasis]

((Kay I'm new here, Silver thought it would be good if I got my dear Luciard in here so here he is ^_^ By the way, call me Navarda.
Oh and This is his introduction))

A tall and pale male looked out into the night, great intensity in his eyes and emotion in his heart. Thousand of thoughts swam around his head but all of them nonsense.
His eyes were an intense shade of green, almost like the color of a pine tree's thistles. His jaw was sculpted sharply and his cheekbones were greatly defined, leaving him looking sculpture like and broad.
He lifted a delicate hand to sweep away a stray strand of deep chocolate hair that had fallen forward. When let out his hair fell dead strait and ended at his shoulders, but now that it was up it looked rather attractive.
Now he walked down a path, not knowing were he was going and not caring either.
His black suede shoes made barely a sound at he walked onward_
At first glance you'd think he had just come from a wedding, or some sort of function.
He was after all wearing a tuxedo. And an old fashioned one at that.
A formal white shirt, buttoned up to all but three, with frills emerging from the chest area and wrists.
Over his he wore a jacket, folded at the collar and cutting off just below his waist.
Even his pants were the dressy sort.
The only real informal thing about him would have been the necklace around his neck that consisted of a skull with bat wings sprouting from it's sides.
This was Luciard.
As he walked a man drunkenly stumbled into him. In a bolt of rage Luciard yelled," Hey watch it buddy or you won't see the morning."
A group of onlookers watched him warily. Obviously he had a temper that could arise at any time.

He pulled what looked like a vile or some sort of rouge substance from his pocket and removed the cap, pushing the opening against his lips and tilting his head back, letting the drink flow down his throat, some of it trickling down his neck.
Draining the vile of what it contained he sighed and whipped it's remains off his neck.
The drink was in fact blood.
Now he licked his lips, revealing fangs, strong, large and sharp fangs at that.
Females blood always was the best." He spoke aloud.

[Silver]

OOC: Arisen, damnit you made her someone important-ish.. I was gonna eat her >_<

BIC:

Justin filed the knowledge away for further use and continued up the stairs. Can't we crack a window while he's gone -- it'll smell like something died, repeatedly, in there. He flinched as he heard a door below them slam, and the sounds of voices could be heard. His ears twitched, catching all the small sounds of the castle.

He could hear the swish of a broom across stone, the scritch of a scrub brush, followed by sloshing water. His body nearly jumped out its skin when he heard someone giggle near the base of the stairs. He was nervous and he didn't know why.

Was it him? Was there something wrong with him? He glanced at Fey, his eyes appreciating the view before him before his mind caught up. Was it her? Being near her? Why should it other him so?

His ears danced back and forth, flicking and fluttering. His hackles flared up and down.

Will you be staying with me? Or do matters call you elsewhere? As he spoke they came to a stop in front of a door that smelled strongly of Arsen.

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