A Shattered Clasp
*~~~~*
“I`m sure you can find a way Mikel,” Ephra replies as his hand strokes her ankle languidly. “It was you who managed to get the dragon sisters assistance in rescuing Erick, and delaying his impending marriage consultation.”
“True.”
One round log of red oak cracks loudly, startling both with the unexpected sound. The woman cradles her mug tighter, trying to mentally urge the Guardian forward. When he remains quiet while stroking her fine ankle bone she speaks up.
“And what you have to say now IS??”
“Different” he mutters becoming lost in the satin of her skin and the warmth of her flesh as his hand skims over her calf.” You are quite an amazing woman witchlet. You have done more for me than any other female ever has. You have loved me despite all my flaws and have fought alongside me. You have risked all that a woman should not be willing to risk for me. It leaves me humbled and weak.”
“My love for you weakens you?”
“It does,” he answers as his fingers light upon her knee.” I had thought myself hardened to love.”
Wind pounds the mansion, icy pebbles cover the thick panes of glass and the fire throws subtle light to the tomes who listen silently upon their many shelves.
“Then you thought wrong didn`t you Mikel?” the witch asks saucily. She smiles at the look on his handsome face. How his silver eyes crinkle at the corners when he allows the corners of his mouth to hitch for a second.
“Indeed I did,” he comments with humor as he deposits his mug to the long table running parallel to the sofa. His hand lingers on her knee beneath the pelt and the edge of his black silk robe. She releases her toddy to his open hand, and her mug now nestles tightly beside his. “I am not worthy of your love Ephra.”
“I think otherwise,” she responds rolling her shoulders to move the fur from her back. “My coven may kick me out of the inner circle but who cares? All I need is you Mikel, the rest is all unimportant.”
”You should not have to forfeit your family for me Ephra,” he mumbles. Her hand moves to lay over his atop her knee. He finds her gaze intent on him. ”Are you positive of this decision?”
“I will be as soon as you say it.” Now her eyes crinkle at the corners.
“Say what witchling? That you hold my heart tightly? That I worship at your splendid little feet? Or that I love you? Which of those are what you seek to hear?”
“The last,” she sighs over his lips.
“I love you witchling.”
“About time Rayvenwing,” she comments tugging a chuckle from the male.
“I am not one to rush anything. Let me show you,” he growls claiming her honey sweet mouth.
Finis
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Issue # 60- A Shattered Clasp
A Shattered Clasp
*~~~~*
He finds her in his library.
Mikel stalls in the portal to drink in the sight she presents and to allow the overwhelming guilt to subside, if it will. His witchling sat on his long sofa, her legs drawn up to her ample chest with only the roaring fire to light her huddled form. She sat facing the hearth with the were-bruin pelt drawn tightly over her hunched shoulders, her expression troubled.
“Ephra, Brun has decided we both need toddy`s to bolster us on this raging tempest of a night,” he announces nudging the thick door closed with his elbow. Her attention turns from the leaping flames and hissing logs as sleet batters the windows. “Do you wish to talk?”
She nods in silence, keeping the shirtless male in her sights. Bare-footed as well as chested, Mikel strides over to the sofa and hands her the steaming mug before lowering his huge body down. Her tiny toes peek from under the plush fur, nails painted a garish bright pink and black. Quicksilver eyes move from her oddly decorated digits back to her lovely face.
“I take it the conversation with your coven did not go well,” he inquires enjoying the skillfully blended tastes of brandy, honey, lemon and tea. She shakes her head slightly, pursing her full pink lips to blow across the top of the heavy mug held between two diminutive and well-jeweled hands.
“That`s an understatement,” Ephra whispers wondering how the man could parade about in nothing but sinfully tight leather pants when she was always shivering in this huge old mansion he called home. She takes a small, tentative sip. Brun would be a welcome addition to this place she sighs as the honeyed brew slips down her throat. His hand, warmed from the mug, falls to her small foot and stays there.
“What was said?”
“Where do I start? They are outraged with my use of the power the goddess gifted me with in the taking of a life. They are BEYOND pissed at my choice of you as a lover, and they are demanding I return home to face the matriarchs and the inner circle.”
“Witchling, I am truly sorry.”
Her blue eyes rise from the toddy and she gazes at him with slight confusion.”Why? You have nothing to be sorry about. I did what I did because I wanted to. The decision`s were mine to make not yours and I made them. I`m not sorry for striking down your father, and I sure as HELL am not sorry I chose you for a lover!”
“Ephra you far too good for me,” he mumbles running his thumb across the thin silver band she wears on her littlest toe. His rough fingertip skims over the top of her tiny foot.”I knew you would suffer for coming to my bed.”
“When I`m in your bed I`m far from suffering,” she comments and he smirks.
“Nor am I. Ephra, I am unsure as to how to say this….”
*~~~~*
He finds her in his library.
Mikel stalls in the portal to drink in the sight she presents and to allow the overwhelming guilt to subside, if it will. His witchling sat on his long sofa, her legs drawn up to her ample chest with only the roaring fire to light her huddled form. She sat facing the hearth with the were-bruin pelt drawn tightly over her hunched shoulders, her expression troubled.
“Ephra, Brun has decided we both need toddy`s to bolster us on this raging tempest of a night,” he announces nudging the thick door closed with his elbow. Her attention turns from the leaping flames and hissing logs as sleet batters the windows. “Do you wish to talk?”
She nods in silence, keeping the shirtless male in her sights. Bare-footed as well as chested, Mikel strides over to the sofa and hands her the steaming mug before lowering his huge body down. Her tiny toes peek from under the plush fur, nails painted a garish bright pink and black. Quicksilver eyes move from her oddly decorated digits back to her lovely face.
“I take it the conversation with your coven did not go well,” he inquires enjoying the skillfully blended tastes of brandy, honey, lemon and tea. She shakes her head slightly, pursing her full pink lips to blow across the top of the heavy mug held between two diminutive and well-jeweled hands.
“That`s an understatement,” Ephra whispers wondering how the man could parade about in nothing but sinfully tight leather pants when she was always shivering in this huge old mansion he called home. She takes a small, tentative sip. Brun would be a welcome addition to this place she sighs as the honeyed brew slips down her throat. His hand, warmed from the mug, falls to her small foot and stays there.
“What was said?”
“Where do I start? They are outraged with my use of the power the goddess gifted me with in the taking of a life. They are BEYOND pissed at my choice of you as a lover, and they are demanding I return home to face the matriarchs and the inner circle.”
“Witchling, I am truly sorry.”
Her blue eyes rise from the toddy and she gazes at him with slight confusion.”Why? You have nothing to be sorry about. I did what I did because I wanted to. The decision`s were mine to make not yours and I made them. I`m not sorry for striking down your father, and I sure as HELL am not sorry I chose you for a lover!”
“Ephra you far too good for me,” he mumbles running his thumb across the thin silver band she wears on her littlest toe. His rough fingertip skims over the top of her tiny foot.”I knew you would suffer for coming to my bed.”
“When I`m in your bed I`m far from suffering,” she comments and he smirks.
“Nor am I. Ephra, I am unsure as to how to say this….”
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Issue # 59- A Shattered Clasp
A Shattered Clasp
*~~~~*
“I should allow her to eat your ass. It would certainly spare me much aggravation in the future,” Mikel says as he slips in around the front-quarters of the dragon sister.
“Oh ha,” Erick counters then drops his head back to the slab with a grimace.
Aquamarine eyes stay glued to the stone ceiling as his cousin stalks over to stand in silence beside him. Stillness follows for a moment then Erick chances a glance to his right. Mikel stood with arms folded over his chest and a tightly set jaw.
”Don`t look at me like this is the oddest situation you`ve ever found me in!”
“Did this ‘situation’ come about due to a woman?”
“Define woman.”
“You, what?”
“Well does a succubus count as a woman? I mean, they have all the right parts but those wings kind of toss the-“Erick stops when his cousin`s deep growl can be heard.” Are you going to get me free or just stand there with that damned ‘Did someone slip a turd between my slices of rye?’ look on your face?”
The elder Rayvenwing takes a long moment to consider things, then reaches down to tug the snug pins from the cuff tight to the man`s right hand.”You are very seriously indebted to Dante, for it was he who came at Brun`s urging to locate me.”
“Fine, I`ll buy the damn bird some raven chow or something,” Erick mutters pushing up to a sitting position.”What do I owe the dragon out there?”
“There was mention of genitalia but I convinced them to leave you intact, in case a wedding was in the future.”
The left cuff falls from his thick wrist Erick is very pleased to feel. He says nothing as he works on freeing his chafed ankles.
”I hate you,” he hisses slipping from the cold rock to the floor.” What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were forbidden to sully this miserable cesspool of a realm.”
“Let the bastards do what they will .The search is over. We know who tampered with the gates.”
Erick looks up from his sash tying to squint at his cousin in the dark cave.”No shit? Who was it?”
“My father,” Mikel replies then turns his back on his slack-jawed relative. “Now let`s leave this miserable cesspool of a realm and never return.”
“Works for me,” Erick shouts rubbing his right tattooed wrist with his left hand he watches the stoic one leave the cave then catches a large yellow eye peering in at him.”So Merrium how is Deria? Find her a suitable lizard man yet?”
He flings his bulk to the left to hide behind an outcropping of rock when she fills the cave with fire.
“Erick, shut the hell up,” Mikel`s deep voice rides in after the searing blast from the irate older sister.
“Right,” Erick mumbles wondering about a great many things, not the least of which how he should maneuver around Deria`s crabby sister barring the exit.
*~~~~*
“I should allow her to eat your ass. It would certainly spare me much aggravation in the future,” Mikel says as he slips in around the front-quarters of the dragon sister.
“Oh ha,” Erick counters then drops his head back to the slab with a grimace.
Aquamarine eyes stay glued to the stone ceiling as his cousin stalks over to stand in silence beside him. Stillness follows for a moment then Erick chances a glance to his right. Mikel stood with arms folded over his chest and a tightly set jaw.
”Don`t look at me like this is the oddest situation you`ve ever found me in!”
“Did this ‘situation’ come about due to a woman?”
“Define woman.”
“You, what?”
“Well does a succubus count as a woman? I mean, they have all the right parts but those wings kind of toss the-“Erick stops when his cousin`s deep growl can be heard.” Are you going to get me free or just stand there with that damned ‘Did someone slip a turd between my slices of rye?’ look on your face?”
The elder Rayvenwing takes a long moment to consider things, then reaches down to tug the snug pins from the cuff tight to the man`s right hand.”You are very seriously indebted to Dante, for it was he who came at Brun`s urging to locate me.”
“Fine, I`ll buy the damn bird some raven chow or something,” Erick mutters pushing up to a sitting position.”What do I owe the dragon out there?”
“There was mention of genitalia but I convinced them to leave you intact, in case a wedding was in the future.”
The left cuff falls from his thick wrist Erick is very pleased to feel. He says nothing as he works on freeing his chafed ankles.
”I hate you,” he hisses slipping from the cold rock to the floor.” What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were forbidden to sully this miserable cesspool of a realm.”
“Let the bastards do what they will .The search is over. We know who tampered with the gates.”
Erick looks up from his sash tying to squint at his cousin in the dark cave.”No shit? Who was it?”
“My father,” Mikel replies then turns his back on his slack-jawed relative. “Now let`s leave this miserable cesspool of a realm and never return.”
“Works for me,” Erick shouts rubbing his right tattooed wrist with his left hand he watches the stoic one leave the cave then catches a large yellow eye peering in at him.”So Merrium how is Deria? Find her a suitable lizard man yet?”
He flings his bulk to the left to hide behind an outcropping of rock when she fills the cave with fire.
“Erick, shut the hell up,” Mikel`s deep voice rides in after the searing blast from the irate older sister.
“Right,” Erick mumbles wondering about a great many things, not the least of which how he should maneuver around Deria`s crabby sister barring the exit.
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Issue # 58- A Shattered Clasp
A Shattered Clasp
*~~~~*
“So I assume we`re just waiting for the moon to come to its fullest? Or is that only needed for the ceremony where the baboon holds the lion cub to the sky? I tend to get all this fucking formality confused,” Erick inquires cheekily, giving the manacles another shake just for shits and giggles.
“Silence Rayvenwing,” comes from beneath several hoods.
Dominatria has once more cloistered her delectable body in her mortis robe he sees. Which is a damn shame because when they carve his heart out he would love to be gazing upon her womanly curls. Or better yet to have his face buried in them! Now that would surely be a death befitting the way he had lived.
“So what is the bloody hold-up? If you`re going to sacrifice me would you hurry it the hell up! My ass is frozen, and so are my balls.”
“Your nether-region should be the least of your concerns,” a female spits down at him.
“You really don`t know jack shit about men do you?” Erick queries of the coven member.
“The waxing moon must align properly with the eye of Riastras, then we`ll offer you to the maker.”
Erick cranes his head back to find Dominatria`s father behind him holding a staff skyward. Suddenly the cave fills with chants as a moonbeam breaks through a small fissure in the ceiling. White light explodes into the dark red stone set in the gnarled top of the wooden staff and begins to travel over Erick`s nude form.
“Now I remember! Once it hits my heart I die. For some odd reason I had this rite mixed up with the rite of fertility which I already engaged in, correct Dominatria?” Rayvenwing tosses out. Might as well get as many digs in as possible the man thinks. What with dying soon and all…………..
When the ruby illumination dances upon his abdomen an earthquake sets in. Or at least it feels like one to the man bound to the ceremonial slab. The ground vibrates wildly and the dank, rounded ceiling shakes, dropping pebbles and cold droplets of water onto him.
“I don`t know if this is part of the show but-“
“Silence Rayvenwing!!” is shouted down at him as the coven all glance about in confusion. At the arched portal a huge ball of crimson fire slams into the rock and scorching heat races into the cave. A mighty roar follows the scalding wall of heat, blowing out the torches.
“DRAGON!!”
“The dark one finds this offering unsuitable!!”
“Words hurt you know,” Erick mumbles sullenly as the coven dissipates with various colored teleportation spells twinkling in their wakes.
He struggles to lift his head from the stone slab and peeks at the long, powder blue snout snuffling at the opening. Each inhalation in and out ruffles his Mohawk. Sparks dance on the beasts breaths.
” Hey Merrium. So are you here to save my ass or eat it?”
*~~~~*
“So I assume we`re just waiting for the moon to come to its fullest? Or is that only needed for the ceremony where the baboon holds the lion cub to the sky? I tend to get all this fucking formality confused,” Erick inquires cheekily, giving the manacles another shake just for shits and giggles.
“Silence Rayvenwing,” comes from beneath several hoods.
Dominatria has once more cloistered her delectable body in her mortis robe he sees. Which is a damn shame because when they carve his heart out he would love to be gazing upon her womanly curls. Or better yet to have his face buried in them! Now that would surely be a death befitting the way he had lived.
“So what is the bloody hold-up? If you`re going to sacrifice me would you hurry it the hell up! My ass is frozen, and so are my balls.”
“Your nether-region should be the least of your concerns,” a female spits down at him.
“You really don`t know jack shit about men do you?” Erick queries of the coven member.
“The waxing moon must align properly with the eye of Riastras, then we`ll offer you to the maker.”
Erick cranes his head back to find Dominatria`s father behind him holding a staff skyward. Suddenly the cave fills with chants as a moonbeam breaks through a small fissure in the ceiling. White light explodes into the dark red stone set in the gnarled top of the wooden staff and begins to travel over Erick`s nude form.
“Now I remember! Once it hits my heart I die. For some odd reason I had this rite mixed up with the rite of fertility which I already engaged in, correct Dominatria?” Rayvenwing tosses out. Might as well get as many digs in as possible the man thinks. What with dying soon and all…………..
When the ruby illumination dances upon his abdomen an earthquake sets in. Or at least it feels like one to the man bound to the ceremonial slab. The ground vibrates wildly and the dank, rounded ceiling shakes, dropping pebbles and cold droplets of water onto him.
“I don`t know if this is part of the show but-“
“Silence Rayvenwing!!” is shouted down at him as the coven all glance about in confusion. At the arched portal a huge ball of crimson fire slams into the rock and scorching heat races into the cave. A mighty roar follows the scalding wall of heat, blowing out the torches.
“DRAGON!!”
“The dark one finds this offering unsuitable!!”
“Words hurt you know,” Erick mumbles sullenly as the coven dissipates with various colored teleportation spells twinkling in their wakes.
He struggles to lift his head from the stone slab and peeks at the long, powder blue snout snuffling at the opening. Each inhalation in and out ruffles his Mohawk. Sparks dance on the beasts breaths.
” Hey Merrium. So are you here to save my ass or eat it?”
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Issue # 57- A Shattered Clasp
A Shattered Clasp
*~~~~~*
“Finally you do something of honor,” Morthas comments walking towards his son.
“As long as you swear on the dark one that they leave here unharmed, my heart shall be yours to carry with you back to the peerage,” Mikel states, his lashes on his high cheeks.
“I have no use for refuse such as their kind. The pact you offer is acceptable.”
The Guardian nods once, blocking out the muffled cries of his witchling and the deep growls of the bestial. If only he could trust in his father`s promise. Sadly he finds he cannot and he lifts his head to peer upwards at the man who had given him only his name and his scorn for centuries. Over the sorcerer`s ratty velveteen shoulder comes a blur of onyx on silent wings.
Dante entangles his claws in the wild, filthy hair of Morthas. His sharp beak dives soundly into the man`s skull. Mikel rolls to the left as his sire cries out in shock and pain. Ephra and Gallo fall to the shifting scarlet sands as Mikel palms the Glock and comes out of the roll on his back.
Sand and wind scour the courtyard as the handgun is hefted with hands that sadly do not shake. Shouts are wound in the dervish of a stilled moment as the trigger is pulled. Dante takes to the air, a clump of bloody hair in his shining beak.
The sorcerer`s head explodes. Mikel listens to the steady click of an empty chamber. He rolls his head to find the witchling`s wee hands illuminated with pulsing violet light. Sapphire eyes with sodden lashes meet his.
“I couldn`t let you carry that with you Mikel,” Ephra coughs as the magic sputters out upon her ringed fingers. What she had just done for him, it would cause her to be excommunicated from her coven. Her kind did not kill.
He comes to his boots in a stupor of sorts as his familiar settles atop the keep`s wall, the tuft of silver and black hair released into the churning gusts. Mikel pads over to the wildly shaking woman and gathers her tiny frame into his chest.
“And to think we`re looked down upon. At least WE do not turn on our own offspring,” Gallo mutters stalking over to nudge the body with the tip of his boot. He would pass on feasting on this one. His blood was tainted with insanity.
“Ephra, what you just did….Witchling it will cost you gravely,” Mikel growls softly into her hair, his lips resting on her head.
“I`d do it again,” she replies unsteadily, her face buried in his vest and her fingers gripping at his leather overcoat.
“You are a woman without equal my witch,” he huffs. He wants to say more to her, the words hover at the tip of his tongue. Dante then caws loudly. Mikel nods. Later he would speak with her.”Come, let us leave this place. Something is amiss with Erick.”
*~~~~~*
“Finally you do something of honor,” Morthas comments walking towards his son.
“As long as you swear on the dark one that they leave here unharmed, my heart shall be yours to carry with you back to the peerage,” Mikel states, his lashes on his high cheeks.
“I have no use for refuse such as their kind. The pact you offer is acceptable.”
The Guardian nods once, blocking out the muffled cries of his witchling and the deep growls of the bestial. If only he could trust in his father`s promise. Sadly he finds he cannot and he lifts his head to peer upwards at the man who had given him only his name and his scorn for centuries. Over the sorcerer`s ratty velveteen shoulder comes a blur of onyx on silent wings.
Dante entangles his claws in the wild, filthy hair of Morthas. His sharp beak dives soundly into the man`s skull. Mikel rolls to the left as his sire cries out in shock and pain. Ephra and Gallo fall to the shifting scarlet sands as Mikel palms the Glock and comes out of the roll on his back.
Sand and wind scour the courtyard as the handgun is hefted with hands that sadly do not shake. Shouts are wound in the dervish of a stilled moment as the trigger is pulled. Dante takes to the air, a clump of bloody hair in his shining beak.
The sorcerer`s head explodes. Mikel listens to the steady click of an empty chamber. He rolls his head to find the witchling`s wee hands illuminated with pulsing violet light. Sapphire eyes with sodden lashes meet his.
“I couldn`t let you carry that with you Mikel,” Ephra coughs as the magic sputters out upon her ringed fingers. What she had just done for him, it would cause her to be excommunicated from her coven. Her kind did not kill.
He comes to his boots in a stupor of sorts as his familiar settles atop the keep`s wall, the tuft of silver and black hair released into the churning gusts. Mikel pads over to the wildly shaking woman and gathers her tiny frame into his chest.
“And to think we`re looked down upon. At least WE do not turn on our own offspring,” Gallo mutters stalking over to nudge the body with the tip of his boot. He would pass on feasting on this one. His blood was tainted with insanity.
“Ephra, what you just did….Witchling it will cost you gravely,” Mikel growls softly into her hair, his lips resting on her head.
“I`d do it again,” she replies unsteadily, her face buried in his vest and her fingers gripping at his leather overcoat.
“You are a woman without equal my witch,” he huffs. He wants to say more to her, the words hover at the tip of his tongue. Dante then caws loudly. Mikel nods. Later he would speak with her.”Come, let us leave this place. Something is amiss with Erick.”
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Issue # 56- A Shattered Clasp
A Shattered Clasp
*~~~~*
Mikel stares blankly at his father.
“Oh come now Mikel. Do not stand there with your tongue in your mouth like some dullard humanoid, speak!”
“I truly do not know what my response should be father,” Mikel utters.” I had always known you found me lacking but to release forbidden creatures into the human realm to satisfy your need for, for what exactly? Retribution? Vengeance? Your thinking makes little sense to me.”
“Of course it doesn`t. You never did grasp the importance of social standing. You were always SO very much your mother`s son, she found little use for the rules of society that make us what we are as well. If not for our ways we would be nothing but a snarling bestial or worse, earth witches,” Morthas comments raking a disgusted glance over Gallo and Ephra.
“So you were not content to see me stripped of my powers and sent to guard gates for eternity, you had to make certain that I would be humiliated even further? You have either gone quite mad or are the poorest excuse for a parent I have ever seen. Perhaps both,” Mikel states, saddened and stunned to his very core.
“Call me mad if you will my boy, but is it asking too much to wish to see the offspring you had such hopes for taste the same fate as his sire? I would caution you not to raise that human weapon any further Mikel. I am far too powerful and well you know it boy.”
The Guardian levels the barrel at his father`s chest.” Release them,” Mikel barks tossing his head to indicate the two engulfed in a tight binding spell.” Let them leave this realm and you and I shall settle this like men, honorably, as our kind is decreed to do.”
“You know not how to behave as a man Mikel. You are not worthy of such a gesture of gallantry like a duel. What would you battle with? Your powers are gone due to your lust for slatterns and that meager thing you wave at me is not worthy of my mention.”
A wink of a silver eye rips the Glock from Mikel`s hands. It thuds into the red sand at Gallo`s feet. The Guardian drops his arms to his sides.”Then I offer myself in their stead.”
One high squeal squeezes from between the witches clamped lips.
“You wish for me to kill you?”
“Is that not what you want? To see me before you, spilling this blue blood you hold in such esteem,” Mikel queries, lowering his powerful body down to one knee.”Smite me now. End this eternal hatred we have for each other. Return to the shadow realm with pride, for is it not in our doctrines that the death of he who brings shame upon a house is admired above all else?”
Long raven hair covers the face of the male supplicating himself, head bowed with defeat.
“So shall it be son.”
*~~~~*
Mikel stares blankly at his father.
“Oh come now Mikel. Do not stand there with your tongue in your mouth like some dullard humanoid, speak!”
“I truly do not know what my response should be father,” Mikel utters.” I had always known you found me lacking but to release forbidden creatures into the human realm to satisfy your need for, for what exactly? Retribution? Vengeance? Your thinking makes little sense to me.”
“Of course it doesn`t. You never did grasp the importance of social standing. You were always SO very much your mother`s son, she found little use for the rules of society that make us what we are as well. If not for our ways we would be nothing but a snarling bestial or worse, earth witches,” Morthas comments raking a disgusted glance over Gallo and Ephra.
“So you were not content to see me stripped of my powers and sent to guard gates for eternity, you had to make certain that I would be humiliated even further? You have either gone quite mad or are the poorest excuse for a parent I have ever seen. Perhaps both,” Mikel states, saddened and stunned to his very core.
“Call me mad if you will my boy, but is it asking too much to wish to see the offspring you had such hopes for taste the same fate as his sire? I would caution you not to raise that human weapon any further Mikel. I am far too powerful and well you know it boy.”
The Guardian levels the barrel at his father`s chest.” Release them,” Mikel barks tossing his head to indicate the two engulfed in a tight binding spell.” Let them leave this realm and you and I shall settle this like men, honorably, as our kind is decreed to do.”
“You know not how to behave as a man Mikel. You are not worthy of such a gesture of gallantry like a duel. What would you battle with? Your powers are gone due to your lust for slatterns and that meager thing you wave at me is not worthy of my mention.”
A wink of a silver eye rips the Glock from Mikel`s hands. It thuds into the red sand at Gallo`s feet. The Guardian drops his arms to his sides.”Then I offer myself in their stead.”
One high squeal squeezes from between the witches clamped lips.
“You wish for me to kill you?”
“Is that not what you want? To see me before you, spilling this blue blood you hold in such esteem,” Mikel queries, lowering his powerful body down to one knee.”Smite me now. End this eternal hatred we have for each other. Return to the shadow realm with pride, for is it not in our doctrines that the death of he who brings shame upon a house is admired above all else?”
Long raven hair covers the face of the male supplicating himself, head bowed with defeat.
“So shall it be son.”
Sunday, January 24, 2010
Issue # 55- A Shattered Clasp
A Shattered Clasp
*~~~~*
“Father,” the Guardian murmurs. His Glock now resting on his muscled thigh, eyes of shining gunmetal locked with similar ones.
Morthas Rayvenwing stands not ten yards from his only child, arms folded tightly across his chest. Hair once neatly groomed lank and shaggy. Face covered in an ill-kept beard of silver and onyx; clothes of the peerage grime covered.
“How fares the whelp that brought such dishonor upon our name,” Morthas inquires. “I see you still have a taste for whores.”
Mikel takes the verbal slice in silence, a mere flattening of his lips the only sign of the anger his sire`s barb had caused. His travelling companions were held soundly in dark magic. Muscles seized like granite they could only watch with sand-filled eyes wide. He must tread lightly, for their sakes.
“A thousand pardons,” Mikel snaps gruffly, fingers gripping the handgun tightly.” Trust me when I say you were indeed the last person I thought to encounter in this realm.”
“Spare me your apologies! I have heard enough of them that now they are merely like the winds that beleaguer my new home,” the high sorcerer barks splaying his arms out widely.” What do you think of this manse I now reside in Mikel? Do you find it similar to Valravn Manor?”
“Why are you in this forbidden realm father?” Mikel asks, darting a quick glance to his right. Ephra blinks, tears dampening her long lashes. He comes back to his sire slowly.”The Echelon has forbidden any who-“
“Do not THINK to preach moral dictates to me you contemptible blight on my lineage! It should be apparent why I now call this pit of hell home! YOU are why I am here son,” Morthas snarls lowering his arms to his sides, fingers tightly balled at the ends of yellowed lacy cuffs.
“I did not tell you to exile yourself father! That decision was yours and yours alone. One made because you lacked the stones to stand up to those bastards who call the shadow realm home. I will NOT allow your weakness to be laid upon my back.”
“You never did deserve to have my name,” Morthas hisses, face drawn into an expression of contempt.
“Nor did I wish to have it but have it I do,” Mikel replies flatly, the untruth of his words bitter on his tongue.” Was it you then that opened the gate?”
Morthas allows a slim smile to tug at his face.
“Why,” Mikel queries, ignoring his hair as it dashes in front of his nose.”To do so is certain death.”
“I died when you stood before the Echelon. You took all that I had accomplished over the centuries and spat on it! And over what Mikel?! Some Elvin slut who wanted nothing more than a way out of the fey realm? You and you alone dishonored our name,” Morthas grinds out.
“Why did you open the damn gate!?”
“To ensure your failure.”
*~~~~*
“Father,” the Guardian murmurs. His Glock now resting on his muscled thigh, eyes of shining gunmetal locked with similar ones.
Morthas Rayvenwing stands not ten yards from his only child, arms folded tightly across his chest. Hair once neatly groomed lank and shaggy. Face covered in an ill-kept beard of silver and onyx; clothes of the peerage grime covered.
“How fares the whelp that brought such dishonor upon our name,” Morthas inquires. “I see you still have a taste for whores.”
Mikel takes the verbal slice in silence, a mere flattening of his lips the only sign of the anger his sire`s barb had caused. His travelling companions were held soundly in dark magic. Muscles seized like granite they could only watch with sand-filled eyes wide. He must tread lightly, for their sakes.
“A thousand pardons,” Mikel snaps gruffly, fingers gripping the handgun tightly.” Trust me when I say you were indeed the last person I thought to encounter in this realm.”
“Spare me your apologies! I have heard enough of them that now they are merely like the winds that beleaguer my new home,” the high sorcerer barks splaying his arms out widely.” What do you think of this manse I now reside in Mikel? Do you find it similar to Valravn Manor?”
“Why are you in this forbidden realm father?” Mikel asks, darting a quick glance to his right. Ephra blinks, tears dampening her long lashes. He comes back to his sire slowly.”The Echelon has forbidden any who-“
“Do not THINK to preach moral dictates to me you contemptible blight on my lineage! It should be apparent why I now call this pit of hell home! YOU are why I am here son,” Morthas snarls lowering his arms to his sides, fingers tightly balled at the ends of yellowed lacy cuffs.
“I did not tell you to exile yourself father! That decision was yours and yours alone. One made because you lacked the stones to stand up to those bastards who call the shadow realm home. I will NOT allow your weakness to be laid upon my back.”
“You never did deserve to have my name,” Morthas hisses, face drawn into an expression of contempt.
“Nor did I wish to have it but have it I do,” Mikel replies flatly, the untruth of his words bitter on his tongue.” Was it you then that opened the gate?”
Morthas allows a slim smile to tug at his face.
“Why,” Mikel queries, ignoring his hair as it dashes in front of his nose.”To do so is certain death.”
“I died when you stood before the Echelon. You took all that I had accomplished over the centuries and spat on it! And over what Mikel?! Some Elvin slut who wanted nothing more than a way out of the fey realm? You and you alone dishonored our name,” Morthas grinds out.
“Why did you open the damn gate!?”
“To ensure your failure.”
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