O'raion Academy
O'raion Island => Housing Area => Topic started by: Elyana Romanov on September 22, 2012, 10:17:16 pm
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"I want her. Gregor isn't here to claim her any longer. I demand my chance as one of the alpha males. You cannot deny us a chance to win a worthy mate, Xander." Came a cold male voice. Even in her sleep, Elyana jerked as she heard that familiar tone. Those words. The growl of frustration that came from inside her father still had the power to chill her, as well. Resigned, frustrated, trapped. Unable to protect his only daughter, mostly by ancient and outdated laws. Laws that remained unchanged.
"Fine. You will all have the chance you seek. Over the next weeks, you'll each get a chance at finding her and bringing her in. If you manage, she's yours. But you must be able to get her back here to claim her." He clarified, trying to protect his daughter's innocence as he could. He hated that law the most, and wouldn't stand for seeing her so abused. So broken.
Weeks passed, one a week, each failing again and again. Until she was left with the one she most dreaded. Straight to her bones. The rest didn't scare her. He did. He had a coldness in him that chilled her straight to her bones. She felt completely exhausted. Not sleeping well, plus these weekly nightmares. And someone had been following her. She occasionally got the glance of a scent before it disappeared.
She took off into the forest, her foots steps graceful, light and quick. She left no scent as she moved, and had vanished from the eye. She tried to take the shape of a crow, attempting to wing herself out of the danger. And found she couldn't. The only form that came to her was the one that she'd been naturally born with. Horror dawned as she tried again and again as she moved, only to come up emptyhanded.
Outside of the dream, a very low and quiet distressed whimper came from Elyana as she laid curled with her mate. Her hand curled into itself, becoming a fist. Her very sharp nails pierced the palm of her hand, blood seeping from beneath her claws. Her face contorted slightly, her body giving one very faint twitch.
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Gre looked at Ely, his hands wrapping around hers. She must be having nightmares again. He kissed her forehead and ran his hands through her hair.
"Ely. It's ok. I'm here now."
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She doesn't awaken. Instead, his use of the nickname gets twisted within the dream. "E-ly. Eee-ly. I know you're here, Ely. I can smell you. All that time he had you, and he never laid claim over that virgin territory of his. Well, he made a big mistake. Or did you hold out from him. Are you a frigid little b****, Ely? Most of the other b****es are. Little ice b**** with a frozen c***."
For now, he simply chased her, kept her on the move. It seemed like whenever she found a spot she might be able to hide for a time, he somehow found her, appeared to chase her off. He played with her. Her heart pounded and her mind raced with terror as she realized that he literally could bring her down at any point. He was just enjoying her fear too much to do it right at this moment. How did he know? How did he keep on finding her? Why couldn't she use her other forms?
Finally, she moved to being a wolf for the stamina, the longevity, the endurance. Her lungs stopped burning, her muscles stopped, as well. The only reason she hesitated to take this form was for the claiming rights. He had to take her in this form. If it was against her will, she had to be taken as a wolf. She didn't understand it, but it was simply their law. That had been the moment he'd been prepared for.
Ely curled herself into a ball on the bed beside Gregor, her body trembling violently. Her muscles twitched in memory of those weeks of trials. Her breath came in painful pants.
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Gregor watched as she trembled, pulling her closer, and rubbing his cheek against hers. Now, he was worried. He tried to comfort her.
"I'm here. It's okay..Your safe now,I promise." He whispered into her ear.
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It seemed he had cause to be worried. She was reacting more violently than she should be to a simple nightmare. As his cheek rested against hers, and he tried to give that comforting whisper, he found himself a spectator to the sort of sport that made good men sick. The type of behavior that made honorable men wish to do murder. That might make a protective man insane.
He watched Ely be trapped. Run aground was far more like it. She hunkered down in that beautiful black wolven form of hers. A wall, too high for her to climb or jump in either of her forms. Closed in, boxed in, caged. It wasn't hard to figure out why Ely hated enclosed spaces now. Out from the forest came the dark form of Brutus. The very juxtaposition of Gregor's golden looks, and Brutus' shadows is a striking thing. He still stood mockingly in his own form.
Ever valient, Ely snarled a clear warning at the man as he tried to draw closer. She snapped her jaws, landing a clear blow on him, one that would likely scar. That same casual ease that he stalked her with, he reached out and cuffed her across the muzzle. She went flying, and wolf became woman in a bid to gain her feet. She had been stunned by the blow, there was little doubt of it. Her lip bled, as did her nose. She managed to keep her feet beneath her, but barely, as she skidded on hands, a knee and a foot.
She tried to shift back to being a wolf. She knew she was stronger in that form. But it wouldn't come. He smiled cruelly at her. "You'll be my b**ch when I say you're my b**ch, and not before." He clattered beads together that wrapped the hand that had cuffed her. She skittered back, over the ground away from, and even that seemed to give him some sort of pleasure to see. It was painful to see such a proud woman as his Ely crawling over the ground, because it was her only means of escape.
He let her break free again and again, only to finally lose his patience with waiting. It wasn't hard to catch Ely, despite the fight that she had left in her. And fight she did, tearing furrows in his hide for touching her. It didn't seem to faze him. He still scooped her up, pressing her front rough to the tree, the bark scraping against her delicate skin, welting it, bleeding it.
And then the nightmare became more that just memory. Because it detoured from what he knew to be right and true. He watched the worst happen. watched Ely bleed, refuse to cry, refuse to scream, though the look on her face says very clearly how much it hurt. Instead, he watched his Ely die. That light that made her who she was dimming, guttering out. The nightmare became worse as she was forced to be a wolf, the clack of the beads haunting. And, by their laws, he saw the man steal away his mate, claiming her totally.
It is shattering. The look on her face is moreso.
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Gre looked around, wondering where he was, and the snarl got his attention. He saw the figure and already knew who it was. He shifted into a wolf, growling lightly at the shadow. When he got no reaction, he ran and tried to attack, but he actually ran through the shadow.
When he threw her, Gre went insane, running to catch her. Again, no reaction. He looked at her, his eyes pleading. "Ely...Get up.. You gotta get up. Get up and run away."
She even tried to shift. Into a wolf. She knew how dangerous that was. He looked at Brutus, growling again. He tried to attack, again. Over and over. His stamina was great, so he wasn't getting tired.
Suddenly, it dawned on him. He couldn't help her. It was a nightmare. His head began to spin. He watched Ely crawl away. Crawl away from Brutus. Again, he pleaded with Ely. His own tears were falling now.
"Ely. Get up!!! Now!!!.
He saw everything. He scooped her up, with ease. He saw her fight back, and tried to tell himself that it was still Ely. He saw Brutus push her against the tree. That sent him over the edge. He turned into a wolf, running at the madman. He tried to attack. Bite. Kick. Do something. Why did he try? He knew he couldn't help. Because, He loved Ely. That was why he kept trying.
He thought it was over, but no. Nightmare kept going. He watched her refuse to scream, refuse to cry.
"Dammit Ely, Scream!!!! Do something!!!!! Where the hell is Elliot??" He yelled at Ely, knowing he couldn't hear her. She was forced into a wolf. He saw everything. He saw his Ely die, and he saw Brutus claim her as mate.
"No..." He cried, shaking his head. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that. It wasn't. His legs gave out, and he was forced to the floor. "Ely... No. This wasn't supposed to happen. The tears came freely now. He cursed himself. For leaving. For being helpless. For not being able to do anything. This opened his eyes to three things.
1). He was never, ever leaving Ely again.
2) He needed to get stronger.
3) Brutus had to die.
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The nightmare let them both go at nearly the same time. His arms were still around Elyana. It becomes glaringly obvious that though both are technically released from the brutal nightmare, Ely feels as if she might still be inside it. She shuddered, a chilling snarl coming from her mouth, The kind of snarl not often heard from a No Moon.
He's never seen Ely so close to being lost to her rage. Those golden eyes had red bleeding through them. Her claws lengthened, more like razors at the end of her fingers now. Her teeth sharpened, fangs glittering. She wouldn't purposefully hurt Gregor. Very few others would be safe if he didn't calm her.
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Gregor looked at Ely, frowning. He grabbed her hands, twinning her fingers with his. He placed his lips on her forehead, trying to calm her down.
"It's okay, Ely. It's okay. I'm here. I'll keep you safe. I promise." He said, rocking her gently.
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His fingers tried to twine with hers, but she's having none of that. Her claws nicked him as she pulled her hands away. It felt too much like being helpless, being kept that way.
His voice, though. His voice she knew. Somewhere, something other than the beast knew it. But that was what still had a bit of control. She turned her head, sniffing at him. She stalked forward, over him, following her nose, more canine than human at the moment. She started at his feet and moved very thoroughly up his form.
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Since his voice stirred a reaction, he began to purr softly, to let her know it was him. He let his scent fill the air
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She shuddered once, twice, three times. Her eyes came up to look at his, the red fading from their depths. Slowly, a more human Ely filled her eyes. And with it came a sense of shame. She moved back from above him, retreating, and moving to the end of the bed. She faced away from Gregor, her eyes closing. She shook now, head lowered.
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Gregor pulled Ely closer, kissing her neck. She was scared, and that was okay.
"Its okay, Ely. I'm here. I'll protect you. I promise. Its okay."