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Fantasy Descendants of the Curse

Ezekiel snarled threateningly sparring only a second to look back at what his sister was doing. "The only idiot here is the one dragging around a pathetic dead girl!" He barked angrily then turned back to the stranger. "Who are you? What to do want here witch?" He growled standing his ground ignoring his sister behind him.
 
Ben was sick, he didn't know how he got sick but it sucked. Currently he was dead asleep safe from the stuffy feelings, gut wrenching coughs, sniffles and suffocating feeling. He had never intended to stay in this pathetic cabin for as long as he did, but he stayed here for Marius, and then later for Fea. He had never wanted childern but if he had to pick he would pick Fea every time, her hazel eyes and dark blonde curls were adorable and she had been a very well tempered little baby. He was just curious how her rebellious teen years would play out.
 
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At Marius's instructions Willow rushed through the house to fetch bandages and Some wet cloths. She watched as he worked diligently over the girl. Washing her wounds and patching them to prevent further bleeding. Must be her father. Odd that they looked nothing alike though, of course that probably meant she took after her mother. "Is she going to be okay?"


"I uh... I think so." He gulped. Moving arounf so frantically from working on the girl to cleaning up and the cooking. Willow frowned at the sight. Where was his wife? Or was he living on his own?
 
Abby growls back at the wolf. "If it weren't for your antics, I wouldn't be interrupting your eating." She wasn't referring to antics as the death of the other witch, she couldn't care less about that.
 
Gaston pounded on the door once again.


"Jamison! This is your last warning, get out here."


"Mamma?"


Jaqcues said softly, the green light of his aura illuminating the hallway, sparks of it lighting trails of a strange green fire.


"Jacques!"


Gaston's eyes widened as he turned, his hands flaring purple in alarm and he reached down and took his son's hands into his own, absorbing Jacques magic with a grimace of pain.


"Jacques that's quite enough of that... Everything is all right..."


"It's not all right papa! Not at all!"


Green sparks littered to floor as Jacques became more and more distressed. The last time this has happened the house had been in ruins.


"Jamison is fine Jacques... He's fine!"
 
Fae blinked her golden eyes, a whole new world had opened before her. It was amazing what death had done. It had changed and evolved her.


She sat straight up, the wounds no longer seemed painful but the blood she smelled tingled her nostrils, sharp and exciting, and oh so intoxicating.


"Marius?"


She blinked blankly and then turned her head slowly to him adjusting to the new feelings in her.


"I think I'm quite alright actually."
 
Mary's temper flared hearing Jamison's reply "Jamison!" She yelled. "I swear to the gods I'll will tan your little arse so much your father's leather belt will be jealous!" She said letting her anger come out a little more. She was fuming and with all her power it took only her hand touching the door for it to burst open. "Jamison!?" She demands storming into the room only to find him not there, but the window open and a shadowy wolf running from her house. "JAMISON!" She yelled angrily trying not to scream. The she heard the sound her youngest and she turned steadying her vreathing as she saw the hall lit up bright green. "What on earth?" She muttered confused then rushed out of her room. "Jacques?" She exclaimed seeing how overwhelming his power was. Then realizing what was happening she panicked rushing over to him and hugging her little baby boy worriedly. "Calm down sweet heart mommy's here. Everything is just fine sweety." She coed her voice going from angery to comforting in seconds and her soothing blue aura eminating from her trying to calm the wild blue sparks. Still holding Jacques she turned to Gaston. 'Go find Jamison!' She mouthed to her husband and nodded her head forward where she saw her eldest son go.
 
Luna waded through the thick and oozy mud, her bare feet sinking slowly with a strong force that made it highly difficult to pull herself out. Gripping onto a nearby tree, she frowned, squinting her eyes as she pulled herself up. Had it been majorly raining on these quarters? Whatever weather had occurred, it had affected the consistency of the mud that looked like it maybe once been solid. "Ew!" She groaned with a grimace as a slurpy sound popped when her foot was suddenly released from the clammy grasp of the mud. Shaking her foot, she sighed contently when a few clumps of dirt flew off. She clung onto the tree until she saw a safe escape to solid ground. With an elegant leap, she landed back on solid ground. Wiping her feet in the dewy grass she peered around the eerie forest. There most definitely was the lingering scent of wolves around. But which way should she walk?
 
"Thank the Gods..." A heavy sigh of relief escaped as he clutched his chest. He'd nearly had a heart attack. "You had me so worried baby girl." He smiled sweetly as he ran a gentle hand through her golden hair.


Willow breathed a sigh of relief along with him. Ezekiel, that idiot, attacking this poor girl like a brute. She swore he acted more and more like their uncle Apollo every day. "I am so sorry that this has happened." She looked to the young girl with sympathetic eyes. "I will make sure he pays for it, there is no excuse for such behavior towards you humans."
 
Jamison didn't even dare look back. He charged forward into the woods, farther than they were ever allowed to go, even on the nicest of days. The farther away he got the more he could feel his temper slowly cooling. He needed to be away right now, away from all of them. Soaking in some utter solitude for a moment and not drowned in the constant treatment of his sister as the princess and his brother as the baby of the family. Leaving him to always be looked over or his questions dismissed or ignored. Maybe he would find someone out here who understood him better or tried their hardest too or maybe even some answers as to why he was so different from everybody he knew.
 
( @The Departure never!)


Ezekiel growled again his eyes never leaving the witch. "Well I'm sorry you don't like my antics but that's not my problem." He seethed walking closer to the mysterious witch. "Who are you?" He demanded.
 
(@EvelienLocalArtist Yay :3)


Abby grins gleefully."You haven't heard? I am nobody," she says with a giggle. "And don't make me make you wish you never did," she says, although her voice lacked the ferocity a threat required to seem as if she would. In fact, she sounded downright playful in a sense. "So, my lord, would you rather me walk away in peace, or run away screaming like proper prey?" she said, still with a playful tone.
 
Gaston didn't want to leave his son, not now. His fits usually resulted in some serious damage and this one would be no exception.


"Take care of him Mary! I'll be back shortly."


Gaston hurried down the hall and grabbed his cloak, pulling the heavy thing about his shoulders and pushed past his daughter. He hurried out into the night, the cold rain stinging him and mud grabbing at his heels attempting to swallow him whole.


"Jamison!"


He called out but his boy was no where to be seen.
 
"Father! I'm surprised to see you've dragged yourself back to the den and without a new whore at your side! How exciting!" Venom dripped from every word uttered and she directed the insult directly to Damion who snarled but didn't engage the bitter shewolf.


"Sabella..." Vivian growled a low warning,"you'd best behave yourself young lady... I mean it."
 
Ezekiel snarled hatefully his sharp fangs covered in the young a girl's blood. This strange witch was making him madder and madder as the seconds past. "When I'm done with you, you won't be to walk nor run away." He argressivily walked forward her tended and ready to strike. "In fact... You'd be lucky to be able to crawl away!" He barked furiously then lunged at the girl having no time to spare silly girls like her he would just kill her too. He reasoned as he opened his mouth ready to tear her apart.
 
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Marry nodded worriedly watching out the window as her husband and son ran off into the storm. It was the pulsating strength of her son's green magic that drew her back to him. "Relax, sweetheart, deep breaths..." She whispered softly kissing the top of his head trying to comfort him. Last time this happened one of his power surges blew out half the house she needed to get him out of here, but the only other place to go was in the rain and she didn't want to have another child out in the cold rain. "What's the matter darling?" She stroked his hair trying to soothing him. Her blue aroa brightly shining around him giving her an intense rush of power as she helped absorb some of her son's frighteningly strong.
 
"Humans?" Fae giggled and stood on shaking legs. Her family was far from human, namely inhuman in fact.


"I'm sure Ben could teach him a lesson if you'd like or you Marius."


She gathered her tattered dress tightly around her, her hands trembled and her muscles tensed. Everything was suddenly so overwhelming it almost made her sick. The scent of everything burst into her nose and her eyes saw it all so much clearer.
 
(I'm just going to assume that "lunging" at Abby means he's trying to kill her now? That's all I can understand from that so sorry if it's not XC)


Abby giggles and holds up a hand, waiting for the opportune moment to defend - or kill. Then, she gets it. She decides to bestow mercy upon the wolf, because anyways, they were just doing what they could to survive. She lets a burst of sound(as is the only thing she could do), not to kill but to merely keep those shiny, sharp teeth away from her. Only so that the wolf would be pushed back, then... it was obvious she couldn't run away from the wolf, so maybe she could bargain? The thought of bargaining for her life scared her, but it seemed to be the only option now.
 
"Ben is sick as a dog at the moment so he's a tad useless." He chuckled softly. At the sight of her trembling he wrapped his arms around her, assuming she was cold or possibly still frightened.


"Don't worry, I can take care of him for you. Force him to run back to the pack with his tail between his legs." A sweet smile crossed her face. "Hopefully keep him from coming back too. He's all talk until mother or father intervene."
 
Luna shook her feet like a dismantled bird, falling onto her back as she did so. "Damnit!" She growled to herself, pulling her knees up and gripping the back of her head softly. The day was cold and dark, she was unsure of the time completely. Wherever she looked, she couldn't find any signs of wolf territory, despite the overwhelming aroma of wet dog. The only thing she could hear were the subtle chirps of soft birds flying around her in circular patterns. At the patterns and speed they were going, she frowned and her eyes fell dizzy, much like her mind as she just lay there, uncertain.


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Only after hearing an odd sound and picking up on the scent of another being nearby that he did not recognize did Jamison slow down to a halt. What was that? Certainly no woodland creature he'd ever heard. Of course the only one's he'd heard were the wolves when they howled at each other deep in the woods. Everything out here was strange and new to him. Being completely lost, he thought that he should be frightened right now, but instead he felt more at peace. The seclusion was nice and darkness calming. "H....hello? Is anybody out there?" He called out as loudly as his voice would allow as he panted for air. Survival skills were definitely not his forte out here.
 

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