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Fantasy Descendants of the Curse

"There will be no attack tonight, Amber. It is far too clear out and they simply don't have the numbers and now no witchling to assist them. Our borders are being patrolled constantly and everyone is tucked away in their dens. Leave them all be, come back to bed for now."
Apollo grumbled and rolled over onto his pillows, his chest rising and falling evenly now.
 
Sabella sat in the large water basin in a small and seperate corner of the tiny inn room. A divider only separated the basin from the bed and small fireplace, without the fire it was a terribly dingy and dark room with very little light coming in through the slots of the shutters as the oncoming storm had begun to rage. It had taken quite a bit of convincing on Donahue's part to persuade the inn keeper to allow them to stay even in this dark room.
Her muddied clothes hung over the top of the divider and chunks of her ashy blonde hair lay in a heap on the floor next to a small dagger which she had use to chop her hair back to the length of her chin. The water in which she bathed was cool at this point and awfully dirtied as well as more and more mud peeled from her skin.
 
Gaston stood behind the large expanse of the rune carved, obsidian alter. He had been blessed here as a child, married here to his wife, attended his sister's funeral service and later made a full member of the coven at this very alter and within the hallowed walls of this coven chapel.
Now he attended his mother's funeral and upon the alter lay her body--- streaked with ash and burns like none he had seen before.
But he knew who had done this, he knew very well and it would remain his secret alone, even now he harboured it as he orchastrated his mother's last rites in front of the entirety of the coven that she had lead for decades.
As he spoke the rites to his people, Gaston glanced to the first row of pews on which his father sat. Stooped and exhausted the old witch watched blankly as his wife was commended for her good service to the coven by her son.
Gaston knew his father, Malcolm, would not take her place. He knew also that it was expected of him to do so. He stood before his father, a powerful witch, and then he himself even more so and then--- Gaston's only living son, Malcolm's grandson--- stood at the back of the church, his eyes lowered to the ground, inky black curls pooling around his ears and dangling in front of his eyes, the guilt of a murderer plain to Gaston yet unseen by everyone else.
Gaston watched the boy of 16 years now stand next to his only friend and companion, Phiona. She too sported the coven's black hair and paled skin, although her cheeks were alive with a pink youthfulness even now, her eyes a brown so dark they were practically black.
The boy was enamoured with her and it was not fair for Gaston to think of how enamoured he was with the girl, no, a woman, three years his son's senior. A student of his who was impeccably bright and quick witted.
Gaston shook her from his mind and then glanced at his wife--- a woman who was his wife. She sat next to his father, her expression unreadable yet he knew of her underlying excitement and desire. She had spoke often and now in the event of his mother's death, more than ever about the possibility of their small family rising to the top together, Gaston and her sharing power but he knew she had other prospects in mind.
The coven was full of snakes and secrets these 12 years later and his family was the worst of them.
 
(Ooo I like it, so both Gaston and Jacques(?¿) like Phiona?)

Amber frowned slightly and put their clothes on the small table in her room. She couldn't trust his confidence in the matter especially seeing how they didn't need Fredric to defeat them, they only need the crystals he made witch they had plenty of, but she humored her mate anyway and sat beside him in their bed her hand gently stroking his hair. "Something wrong?" She asked him noting his seemingly grumpy demeanor as she gently wiped the thin layer of sweat off his brow. The sun was still out and regardless of there being an attack or not there were still things they needed to get done, both as alphas and as parents.
 
"I just wish you didn't have to worry. I know that you are mother and an alpha and a mate but I just wish you didn't have to."
Apollo murmured softly and leaned into her touch for a moment before sitting up and sliding off the bed, pulling on a pair of trousers and rolling his shoulders back and his neck from side to side.
"Where have the boys gone to?"
 
(:evilteeth: oh yes that is delightfully Scandalous~~! And sure I'll take her, does she like either of the men or is she nuetral, or does she see them both platonically?)

Donahue was down stairs in the pub gambling with some of the other people their in a game of cards. At first betting a fake gold necklace he claimed to be his deceased mothers he had stolen many years ago he now had enough winning to buy two real gold necklaces then some. Though this last round he let himself lose not all of it but less than half, that way he and Sabella still had plenty of money and he wasn't seen as a target by the other men. Instead the man who won was targetted and was awarded his winning along with a swift punch to the face from a very short pale man who had lost it all. In the chaos of the brawl that ensued he snuck back up stairs to his room laughing the whole time and the sight of the man being beaten but still trying to scoop up his winnings. "Sabella!" He called still chuckling as he came in and plopped on the bed really the only thing to sit on in this room."Sabella? Oh right you're still bathing." He muttered as he could vaguely see her silhouette through the screen. "Any way, guess what?" He said jingling the bag full of his winnings quite proud of himself.
 
((I think she sees Jacques platonically as he is younger than her by a few years and cares for him more as a sister. I think that the rest of the coven is expecting a quiet divorce or annulment from gaston and Mary at this point because of their disconnect, and Phiona is the young, the next best and brightest and so I think people will just start assuming which will drive a stake between father and son. I think Phiona will generally care about the coven and want to do good things for it and she believes that by perhaps being gastonms next wife she'll be able to do so? He's also her super hot teacher?))
 
Sabella groaned, she had been enjoying her peace and quiet as Donahue bounded in, much like a pup, but one that reeked of alcohol.
"What is it?"
Sabella stood up from the basin and grabbed the itchy wooden towel that lay beside it, rubbing it down her body and through her now much shorter hair.
 
(Yeah he is. Bow chicka wow-wow~)

Mary held Elizabeth's hand as she looked up at Belladonna's body the witch she had looked up to as a young girl and envied as an adult. If she wanted Mary could bring her back right now, but after what happened to her own mother Mary refused to put anyone through through that. It was terrifying to see the eyes of a demon in the body of someone you love, and she wouldn't wish it even on her worst enemies. It was a sad fact but with death came opportunity. Now that Belladonna was gone that means the coven needs a new healer, and just who happened to be the next best healer and married to her youngest son? Mary, and coven healer was a title she planned on having and keeping for a very long time.

Elizabeth was sobbing, her cries were the only ones you could hear in the room. She was in the next room over when Belladonna had died, she didn't see it but she heard her grandmother calmly but hastily telling Jacques to try to calm down and control his powers then a panicked and crying Jacques saying that he couldn't with the last thing being said between them being "I'm sorry!" And Belladonna's reply of "I am too." Then an explosion so intense that it crashed the wall between rooms on to Elizabeth almost killing her too. All three were found by Gaston unconscious and fatally wounded but only the childern had survived. She only knew what little she did because of what her father told her. He didn't tell her Jacques killed Belladonna but she wasn't stupid and that she could never look at her brother the same. There was far too much death in her life and she was sick of it.
 
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Gaston watched Elizabeth sob for a moment as he paused in his speech for a period of silence and prayer. Through the years she had grown to look much like her mother but it had become quite clear to the coven over the years as well that she was not of the coven or of his blood. She had nearly no significant magical ability, not a strand of inky curls that was so dominant in his bloodline and the upper class witch families.
Gaston finally spoke a final verse of Latin over his mother's corpse and rested his palms just above her head and her chest, violet flames licked at his fingers and showered sparks of purple across Belladonna's body before it seemed to melt. Each body part turned the colour of ink in an inkwell, even her hair before the entirety of her corpse liquified and was absorbed into the glistening stone alter.
The ceremony concluded then and Malcolm stood to shake Gaston's hand and clap him on the shoulder. The two men passed by Mary and Elizabeth without so much as glance, their heads bowed deep in conversation as they proceeded down the aisle between the pews and the other witches in attendance gathered their belongings and began to leave the chapel.

Jacques remained standing with Phiona, his heart slamming in his chest as his grandfather and father approached them. He was terrified and knew his father was well aware of what he'd done. He only hoped that Phiona was not.

"Jacques, Phiona."
Gaston greeted them both however his eyes lingered on his current student.

"Papa, Grandfather."
Jaques greeted in return.
 
"I believe they are in the main den playing with the other pups." She said standing up and walking up behind him then hugging him from behind. "You're a good man Appollo, but you don't need to worry about me I'm fine." She said gently and kissed the small of his back.
 
(I couldn't help but laugh at the wooden towel bit. XD)

"Well it's...Whoa..." He began but was taken by surprise by her suddenly shorter hair. "I see you found my scissors." He muttered, then noticed that though he knew she was female the towel masked her figure making her look almost more like a young boy than a female woman, but he wouldn't let her know that instead taking the high road. "Looks nice." He said noticing it wasn't cut evenly though he doubted she cared.
 
Sabella looked bored by his attempted flattery. She knew well enough that he didn't like it. When she had said he only liked soft women she had meant it. Girls with curls and hips and waists all at the same time. She however had none of those things.
"I don't care what it looks like as long as it doesn't get in the way. I have plenty of other things I could be doing than fiddling with my hair half the time. I imagine a great deal of things would be harder with it. Hunting, running, fighting--- perhaps even mating. Hair gets everywhere and there's simply no use for it."
 
((MY LORD ))

"I don't worry," the alpha retorted looming over his shoulder at his mate,"you worry and that's--"
He paused and sighed,"precisely what I worry about."
 
I imagine it would be harder trying to mate with someone who looks like their little brother, than someone with long hair. He thought to himself but instead just dumped out the contents of his bag onto the bed. "Many of the women I know take pride in the fact that they can deal with long hair and yet still be a bad ass. Vivian was a force to be reckoned and her hair went well past her shoulders. Artemis has extremely curly hair down to her butt but as a alpha of her own pack she took down whole packs of men, mind you they all had short hair, but it didn't stop her from cutting them down." He said clearly he looked up to those women with great admiration. Realizing this he decided to change the subject. "Think this is real?" He asked holding up a gold ring with a average sized ruby in it.
 
"My mother is not in the same category as Artemis. I'd prefer if you never mention the two of them together again."
Sabella grumbled and snatched the ruby from his hand, planting herself down on the woven mat in front of the fireplace. She turned the ruby over and over in her palms, sniffed the stone, and then shook her head.
"This isn't real. You'd get coin for this but nothing substantial."
 
(Fredric and Amber had a daughter didn't they? I think her name was Phea or something like that right? Marius and Ben were raising her. Right or was that someone else?)

Elizabeth looked up just as her father walked by, he didn't even acknowledge her. Why?! Elizabeth had wanted to ask, why was he so cold to her now? Why did her parents no longer love each other? Why did she keep loosing people?! First her best friend Gertrude, then her aunts Maddie and Felicity, Along with her real father Marius though no one told her how, Jamison was next, and finally Belladonna leaving Malcolm her last living grandparent, but with the way he and Gaston looked at her with disgust she was sure she would soon loose them too. They already had practically disowned her and her mother leaving Jacques the favourite son, which was the only reason why he wasn't being executed right now. "Its alright dar-" Mary started to comfort the crying Elizabeth but the young woman stood up refusing to stay in this web of lies any more. "No it's not." She almost snapped and quickly left walked straight past her father and brother purposely bumping past her father and stepping on Jacques's foot then walked off to her room determined to leave this place.
 
Gaston, Malcolm and Jaques all took a quick step back from Elizabeth as she stormed past although they were unable to avoid her jabs and purposeful shoves.

Jaques winced and awkwardly shuffled his feet, rubbing his forearm as well as ducking his head.

Malcolm patted the boy on the shoulder and shook his head as Elizabeth took her leave. This family of his- they were showing their true colours. Especially his daughter in law and his granddaughter.
"Young women, they tend to overdramatize things young Jaques. You'll learn that in time surely."

Gaston watched curiously as Elizabeth left, however he spared no worrisome thoughts on the matter. Straightening his cravat, he looked across the room for where his wife had disappeared to, not that what she did concerned him much either at this point.
 
(I also don't remember his last name to I'm just going to kind of make one up close to it.)

"Mr. Forticoven." Phiona addressed her teacher with a somber smile then bowed her head to Malcolm "Molcolm." She said then watched as a old friend of her's and Jacques's older sister came sobbing past them bumping into Gaston and stepping on Jacques's foot. "Oh!" She exclaimed watching Elizabeth leave without looking back. "Are you alright? ." She said quickly looking from Jacques to Gaston worriedly but seeing they were fine relaxed. Only to frown slightly at what Malcolm had said, "A bit harsh don't you think?" She said slightly offended and looking to Gaston for argeement.
 
"And that is one of the many things I love about you." Amber smiled walking around to face him. Taking his hand in hers and kissing the back of his knuckles like he had to her in the past. "We should be going, after all there is only so much light in a day." She said leading Apollo out by his hand looking for their childern.
 
"I don't believe that tantrums are all that stinging, Phiona." Gaston smiled gently. He looked all too tired yet all the while he stood upright, his curls somehow tidied and tucked in a presentable sort of way, a five o'clock shadow grazing his cheek.
"Children throw tantrums and Elizabeth acts a child still. It's only fitting."
Gaston then nodded his chin in the direction of Mary.
"Jaques go greet your mother and see that she has all ready for the reception. I'd like to discuss the nature of Phiona's schooling now that everything has come to a halt until we have a new healer."
"Papa I would like to speak as well to you about sch-"
"Go Jaques, see to your mother."
"I'll be with you in a moment Jaques, I've plenty of others to greet."
Malcolm nodded his goodbye to his son and grandson and left as Jacques did.
"Walk with me Phiona?"
 
Donahue frowned seeing her sniff the ring, "You know most people bite gold to make sure it is real sniffing it only can prove it has gold on it like gold plating , but it doesn't matter a coin is still a coin more than we had before." He said still proud of himself and a bit buzzed, it usually took more than normal human beer to intoxicate a wolf, or at least a lot of it, and he finished quite a bit.
 
Phiona chose not to reply though she wanted to defend her once friend and say that they should take pity due to the lose of her grandmother, only to remember Belladonna was Gaston's mother and Malcolm's wife and they were both fine. So she remained silent only nodding to Jacques to go and then looking back up to Gaston. "Of course." She nodded letting him lead her to where ever they were going if anywhere at all.
 
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