Title: The Witch and The Wolf - Interlude I
Author: RahneWolfe & ShadowDrake
Email: RahneWolfe@gmx.net - or - Shadowlander1@gmx.net
Web Page:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with X-Men: Evolution; they belong to others and are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 to R - mainly for violence and bloodshed and the frisky naughtiness what will be happening later in the series.
Archive: My own little corner of the web which is listed above and anyone else that wants it - just let me know where its going first please so I can drop and visit it from time to time.
Notes: This is a Wolfsbane/Scarlet Witch fic - hey they are favourites of mine deal - in which the two are connected in ways that no one has ever imagined. Well other then a bored little mischief-maker like me anyway. :: bg ::
THE WITCH AND THE WOLF - INTERLUDE I
Darkness gripped the land in an iron fist choking off the sun as it encased the sleepy little town of Bayville in its ever-growing cloak, forcing its inhabitants indoors, fleeing the ancient predator now stalking its streets. The howl of the creature echoed throughout the shattered remains of what was once the High School Gym, a large powerful hunter standing in the middle of the ruined building, its head flung back as it gave voice to its joy and happiness. This was its time, its place in the natural order, finally after so many centuries of waiting, of having to slumber lost in the endless void of limbo the hunter was free once more. Free to claim the night once more, to put these lowly creatures that infested the great mother like locust in their proper places at the bottom of the food chain where they belonged. Ending its howl, the last warning to those who knew and understood the ways of mother earth to stay out of the predator's way, the creature raised its head once more its glowing yellow eyes shining with inhuman intelligence.
Turning its massive head the creature held out a heavily clawed hand palm up, silently beckoning the only other living being in the gym that dared to remain in the presence of the ancient predator. The creature remained motionless otherwise, keeping glowing feral eyes on the little one that stood half in a shadow of the ruined building waiting for the hunter to finish its warning howl to those it did not wish to slay this night. Slowly the figure approached, dwarfed by the massive size of the large werewolf, blood dipping from that held out claw, a subtle gift to the little one a silent promise to always protect and serve.
Stepping into the moonlight the figure smirked slightly pleased at the silent offering, knowing that her wolf would always keep the unspoken vow to protect and serve. The wolf was like that, always there faithfully serving as only it could in so many past lives that only the Great Mother could count properly. Reaching out with her own hand the little one placed it in the large blood soaked claw, smiling fondly up at the large creature as she was pulled protectively close to the creature's warm body. The young woman always enjoyed how warm the wolf was, especially after a good kill fresh from the hunt radiating the primal power the Great Mother had gifted all her true children.
Growling lowly the wolf took a moment to enjoy the little one's closeness, a deep rumbling in its chest shaking the small figure almost lost in its protective embrace, before stepping back to regard her companion with glowing golden eyes. "I know," the little one said looking into those inhuman eyes with a smile, "we have little time." The last was said almost sadly, a small hand reaching up to stroke the creature's muzzle fondly. "Come!" the little one said suddenly with resolve, squaring her shoulders under the dark duster she wore a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she turned leading the massive creature out of the gym, a strange other worldly grace to her step as she climbed over the wreckage to get out.
Falling into step with the little one the Wolf allowed her form to shift transforming in one fluid motion to a large russet coloured wolf walking beside her human, keeping careful watch for any strays that would dare to hurt or injure her charge. As the wolf moved closer to her, the young woman absently reached down to scratch a furry head as the two walked through the ruins of the High School with purpose to their step. Glancing up the little one checked the night sky making sure there was still enough time to do what had to be done before sunrise and the two would have to seek shelter from the heat of the day. Not that either of them feared the day, after all there wasn't nothing too supernatural about the wolf or the young woman that walked so unafraid beside it, they were just two of the Great Mother's children out for a night of fun after all. However, there were other 'creatures' in this strange little town, some who fancied themselves protectors of the innocent while others saw themselves as masters of the innocent beings of great power that should be feared and worshipped from afar.
It was best to avoid such creatures, not out of fear, they were 'humans' for the most part granted with extraordinary powers but humans nonetheless. They were of no real challenge to the wolf or her little charge, not really in the grand scheme of things, they were merely tolerances nothing more. Still it would best to avoid the annoying tolerances for the time being, hunt at night, killing the abominations that infested mother earth almost like the plague that called itself humanity. There would be time later, once the abominations had been cleansed from the Great Mother to deal with the humans to put them in their places with the heavy hand they do desperately needed.
The wolf shook its head clearing it of thoughts of the humans, they were not worth the wereling's time other then as prey to be hunted although the creature knew it would not do so for food. Humans were disgusting creatures at best, almost as annoying as the abominations she and her own human hunted for the Great Mother. The inferior humans tended to make the worse prey anyway, they had lost their way living in fear of the night, clustering together in large insufficient packs that lacked the natural order of the wild ones that had stalked the night for countless centuries.
The wolf and the little one stilled almost as one stopping suddenly in the empty street. Each tensing in their own way ready to defend the other as several of the annoying humans that fancied themselves 'protectors of the innocent' stepped into view. The werewolf shifted moving like quicksilver to her large transitional form once again dwarfing her little human, standing protective over her while growling lowly at the interlopers. With glowing yellow eyes the creature raised its arms, heavy talon like claws flickering in the glow of the street lamps, as the little one's eyes narrowed, her own hands moving gathering energy only she could command, the human's eyes hard and dark with suppressed power.
With blinding speed the wolf slammed her hands downward as the little one released her own energies, the massive shock wave crashing into the annoying humans sending them flying back into the darkness. Claws clutched at its side the wolf throw back its head and howled its joy once more, eagerly embracing the call to hunt and roam the odd little town claiming it for herself. Only to be brought out of its rapture by a hand on its massive neck playfully rustling its fur and massaging the neck muscles found there. Looking down at the little one, the wolf's feet spread apart hands clutched into fists at its side, the predator focused its glowing yellow eyes on the human almost boring into her with their intensity.
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Jean Grey jerked awake with a strangled scream, heart pounding as she turned wide panicked eyes toward the heavily restrained and feverish werewolf literally chained to a medical bed in the school's infirmary. There lay Rahne Sinclair who even sedated fought a strange one-sided battle against unseen forces. 'What the hell is going on?' Jean questioned silently wrapping her arms around herself as she watched the feverish werewolf from a safe distance ready to psychokinetically keep the wolf on the bed if the restraints didn't hold.
On the bed, Rahne Sinclair's eyes suddenly opened the mutant moving from sedated slumber to full consciousness in half a heartbeat with little warning, "Wha' the devil?" she growled more to herself as she tried to sit up but found herself held tight by thick leather bands around her wrists and feet. Pushing down her panic, the shorthaired redhead fought to keep her wolf half under control, her wild half trashing about inside of her at the feeling of being trapped. Eyes widening a bit as her enhanced hearing picked up another heartbeat, she raised her head to look at the other girl standing at the foot of the bed. "Jean?" she questioned trying to figure out why she was tied to the bed and why the senior X-Man felt the need to be standing there at the foot of the bed staring at her like a deer caught in headlights. As an explicable image of Jean in a leather dominatrix outfit complete with a whip flashed through her mind causing her to close her eyes and forcibly shake her head before lying back, she wisely chose to stare at the ceiling for awhile certain that was one image that was not going to go away anytime soon.
Still staring at the ceiling Rahne wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, "Er... Jean... lass?" she began wondering just how she got tied to a bed in the infirmary and why she was so bloody hot. 'They kenna have the heat up that bloody much... it's the middle of summer,' she thought trying to remain claim while she sorted out this rather strange situation she found herself in, the image of Jean in the leather dominatrix outfit not helping her one little bit. "Ken I ask ya a question?" she ventured tentatively her green eyes boring holes in the ceiling tiles that strange little image on some kind of continuous loop in her brain for some really bizarre and unknown reason.
"Yes," Jean said cautiously not sure what Rahne was about to ask, it had always been a bit hard for the telepath to read the shape shifter's mind, the younger girl's thought processes tended to be an odd mix of human and wolf at the best of times. If Rahne wasn't in the mood to co-operate with a telepathic scan, no matter how mild, a telepath was guaranteed be in for a long day of sorting out human and wolf thought patterns.
"Why... exactly... am I tied ta the bed?" the wolf asked choosing her words carefully one eyebrow arched in question as she kept her gaze focused on the infirmary's rather drab ceiling tiles.
"You don't remember?"
"Nay," Rahne replied wetting her lips again, her brow furrowing in thought, "although I do have a rather strange image of ya in leather and Scott wearing a dog collar... but I really don want ta think about that anymore... so if ya ken just tell me why I'm tied ta the bed I'd much appreciate it."
Jean opened and closed her mouth a few times suddenly getting the bizarre mental image that had been running through Rahne's mind since regaining consciousness. "You've... been sick," Jean said slowly after a long pause, "feverish actually... and obviously hallucinating if you've been getting images like that," she added shaking her head a bit.
"Oh... I've been sick," Rahne said as if trying to convince herself of that fact, blinking a few times as the thought settled in, "good... because... ah... an' don get this wrong... but I'm gonna have nightmares about ya in leather now."
"You and me both," Jean said more to herself shuddering a bit at the mental image.
"You and Rahne both what?" Scott Summers asked with a smile, stepping into the room, pleased to hear Rahne talking and not growling or thrashing about on the bed in the grips of a burning fever.
From the bed Rahne closed both eyes and grimaced as a collared Cyclops joined the little image of Jean in her leather dominatrix outfit with a big goofy grin on his face. "Now I know I'm having nightmares," she grumbled to herself wondering how long she could go without sleep before going insane.
Jean opened her mouth once then slammed it shut, closing her eyes and shook her head, one hand raised to keep Scott from saying anything else. 'Maybe Rahne's fever is contagious?' she thought trying to push both images out of her mind before they got too burned into memory.
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Wanda Maximoff stood by her bedroom window staring into the night wondering what her rather strange dreams meant. Over the last few weeks she had been dreaming of the same thing, a large powerful werewolf at her side as the two roamed the city late at night on the prowl. What exactly she and the rather large killing machine she instinctively knew belonged to her were looking for continued to elude her. However she was certain that if she found the werewolf she would find whatever it was that she was suppose to be looking for. Although why she would want to be in the company of a werewolf in the first place continued to elude her as well, hanging out with large furry predators with very short tempers was not her idea of a good time.
End Interlude 1.
Author: RahneWolfe & ShadowDrake
Email: RahneWolfe@gmx.net - or - Shadowlander1@gmx.net
Web Page:
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with X-Men: Evolution; they belong to others and are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Rating: PG-13 to R - mainly for violence and bloodshed and the frisky naughtiness what will be happening later in the series.
Archive: My own little corner of the web which is listed above and anyone else that wants it - just let me know where its going first please so I can drop and visit it from time to time.
Notes: This is a Wolfsbane/Scarlet Witch fic - hey they are favourites of mine deal - in which the two are connected in ways that no one has ever imagined. Well other then a bored little mischief-maker like me anyway. :: bg ::
THE WITCH AND THE WOLF - INTERLUDE I
Darkness gripped the land in an iron fist choking off the sun as it encased the sleepy little town of Bayville in its ever-growing cloak, forcing its inhabitants indoors, fleeing the ancient predator now stalking its streets. The howl of the creature echoed throughout the shattered remains of what was once the High School Gym, a large powerful hunter standing in the middle of the ruined building, its head flung back as it gave voice to its joy and happiness. This was its time, its place in the natural order, finally after so many centuries of waiting, of having to slumber lost in the endless void of limbo the hunter was free once more. Free to claim the night once more, to put these lowly creatures that infested the great mother like locust in their proper places at the bottom of the food chain where they belonged. Ending its howl, the last warning to those who knew and understood the ways of mother earth to stay out of the predator's way, the creature raised its head once more its glowing yellow eyes shining with inhuman intelligence.
Turning its massive head the creature held out a heavily clawed hand palm up, silently beckoning the only other living being in the gym that dared to remain in the presence of the ancient predator. The creature remained motionless otherwise, keeping glowing feral eyes on the little one that stood half in a shadow of the ruined building waiting for the hunter to finish its warning howl to those it did not wish to slay this night. Slowly the figure approached, dwarfed by the massive size of the large werewolf, blood dipping from that held out claw, a subtle gift to the little one a silent promise to always protect and serve.
Stepping into the moonlight the figure smirked slightly pleased at the silent offering, knowing that her wolf would always keep the unspoken vow to protect and serve. The wolf was like that, always there faithfully serving as only it could in so many past lives that only the Great Mother could count properly. Reaching out with her own hand the little one placed it in the large blood soaked claw, smiling fondly up at the large creature as she was pulled protectively close to the creature's warm body. The young woman always enjoyed how warm the wolf was, especially after a good kill fresh from the hunt radiating the primal power the Great Mother had gifted all her true children.
Growling lowly the wolf took a moment to enjoy the little one's closeness, a deep rumbling in its chest shaking the small figure almost lost in its protective embrace, before stepping back to regard her companion with glowing golden eyes. "I know," the little one said looking into those inhuman eyes with a smile, "we have little time." The last was said almost sadly, a small hand reaching up to stroke the creature's muzzle fondly. "Come!" the little one said suddenly with resolve, squaring her shoulders under the dark duster she wore a faint smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she turned leading the massive creature out of the gym, a strange other worldly grace to her step as she climbed over the wreckage to get out.
Falling into step with the little one the Wolf allowed her form to shift transforming in one fluid motion to a large russet coloured wolf walking beside her human, keeping careful watch for any strays that would dare to hurt or injure her charge. As the wolf moved closer to her, the young woman absently reached down to scratch a furry head as the two walked through the ruins of the High School with purpose to their step. Glancing up the little one checked the night sky making sure there was still enough time to do what had to be done before sunrise and the two would have to seek shelter from the heat of the day. Not that either of them feared the day, after all there wasn't nothing too supernatural about the wolf or the young woman that walked so unafraid beside it, they were just two of the Great Mother's children out for a night of fun after all. However, there were other 'creatures' in this strange little town, some who fancied themselves protectors of the innocent while others saw themselves as masters of the innocent beings of great power that should be feared and worshipped from afar.
It was best to avoid such creatures, not out of fear, they were 'humans' for the most part granted with extraordinary powers but humans nonetheless. They were of no real challenge to the wolf or her little charge, not really in the grand scheme of things, they were merely tolerances nothing more. Still it would best to avoid the annoying tolerances for the time being, hunt at night, killing the abominations that infested mother earth almost like the plague that called itself humanity. There would be time later, once the abominations had been cleansed from the Great Mother to deal with the humans to put them in their places with the heavy hand they do desperately needed.
The wolf shook its head clearing it of thoughts of the humans, they were not worth the wereling's time other then as prey to be hunted although the creature knew it would not do so for food. Humans were disgusting creatures at best, almost as annoying as the abominations she and her own human hunted for the Great Mother. The inferior humans tended to make the worse prey anyway, they had lost their way living in fear of the night, clustering together in large insufficient packs that lacked the natural order of the wild ones that had stalked the night for countless centuries.
The wolf and the little one stilled almost as one stopping suddenly in the empty street. Each tensing in their own way ready to defend the other as several of the annoying humans that fancied themselves 'protectors of the innocent' stepped into view. The werewolf shifted moving like quicksilver to her large transitional form once again dwarfing her little human, standing protective over her while growling lowly at the interlopers. With glowing yellow eyes the creature raised its arms, heavy talon like claws flickering in the glow of the street lamps, as the little one's eyes narrowed, her own hands moving gathering energy only she could command, the human's eyes hard and dark with suppressed power.
With blinding speed the wolf slammed her hands downward as the little one released her own energies, the massive shock wave crashing into the annoying humans sending them flying back into the darkness. Claws clutched at its side the wolf throw back its head and howled its joy once more, eagerly embracing the call to hunt and roam the odd little town claiming it for herself. Only to be brought out of its rapture by a hand on its massive neck playfully rustling its fur and massaging the neck muscles found there. Looking down at the little one, the wolf's feet spread apart hands clutched into fists at its side, the predator focused its glowing yellow eyes on the human almost boring into her with their intensity.
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Jean Grey jerked awake with a strangled scream, heart pounding as she turned wide panicked eyes toward the heavily restrained and feverish werewolf literally chained to a medical bed in the school's infirmary. There lay Rahne Sinclair who even sedated fought a strange one-sided battle against unseen forces. 'What the hell is going on?' Jean questioned silently wrapping her arms around herself as she watched the feverish werewolf from a safe distance ready to psychokinetically keep the wolf on the bed if the restraints didn't hold.
On the bed, Rahne Sinclair's eyes suddenly opened the mutant moving from sedated slumber to full consciousness in half a heartbeat with little warning, "Wha' the devil?" she growled more to herself as she tried to sit up but found herself held tight by thick leather bands around her wrists and feet. Pushing down her panic, the shorthaired redhead fought to keep her wolf half under control, her wild half trashing about inside of her at the feeling of being trapped. Eyes widening a bit as her enhanced hearing picked up another heartbeat, she raised her head to look at the other girl standing at the foot of the bed. "Jean?" she questioned trying to figure out why she was tied to the bed and why the senior X-Man felt the need to be standing there at the foot of the bed staring at her like a deer caught in headlights. As an explicable image of Jean in a leather dominatrix outfit complete with a whip flashed through her mind causing her to close her eyes and forcibly shake her head before lying back, she wisely chose to stare at the ceiling for awhile certain that was one image that was not going to go away anytime soon.
Still staring at the ceiling Rahne wet her lips with the tip of her tongue, "Er... Jean... lass?" she began wondering just how she got tied to a bed in the infirmary and why she was so bloody hot. 'They kenna have the heat up that bloody much... it's the middle of summer,' she thought trying to remain claim while she sorted out this rather strange situation she found herself in, the image of Jean in the leather dominatrix outfit not helping her one little bit. "Ken I ask ya a question?" she ventured tentatively her green eyes boring holes in the ceiling tiles that strange little image on some kind of continuous loop in her brain for some really bizarre and unknown reason.
"Yes," Jean said cautiously not sure what Rahne was about to ask, it had always been a bit hard for the telepath to read the shape shifter's mind, the younger girl's thought processes tended to be an odd mix of human and wolf at the best of times. If Rahne wasn't in the mood to co-operate with a telepathic scan, no matter how mild, a telepath was guaranteed be in for a long day of sorting out human and wolf thought patterns.
"Why... exactly... am I tied ta the bed?" the wolf asked choosing her words carefully one eyebrow arched in question as she kept her gaze focused on the infirmary's rather drab ceiling tiles.
"You don't remember?"
"Nay," Rahne replied wetting her lips again, her brow furrowing in thought, "although I do have a rather strange image of ya in leather and Scott wearing a dog collar... but I really don want ta think about that anymore... so if ya ken just tell me why I'm tied ta the bed I'd much appreciate it."
Jean opened and closed her mouth a few times suddenly getting the bizarre mental image that had been running through Rahne's mind since regaining consciousness. "You've... been sick," Jean said slowly after a long pause, "feverish actually... and obviously hallucinating if you've been getting images like that," she added shaking her head a bit.
"Oh... I've been sick," Rahne said as if trying to convince herself of that fact, blinking a few times as the thought settled in, "good... because... ah... an' don get this wrong... but I'm gonna have nightmares about ya in leather now."
"You and me both," Jean said more to herself shuddering a bit at the mental image.
"You and Rahne both what?" Scott Summers asked with a smile, stepping into the room, pleased to hear Rahne talking and not growling or thrashing about on the bed in the grips of a burning fever.
From the bed Rahne closed both eyes and grimaced as a collared Cyclops joined the little image of Jean in her leather dominatrix outfit with a big goofy grin on his face. "Now I know I'm having nightmares," she grumbled to herself wondering how long she could go without sleep before going insane.
Jean opened her mouth once then slammed it shut, closing her eyes and shook her head, one hand raised to keep Scott from saying anything else. 'Maybe Rahne's fever is contagious?' she thought trying to push both images out of her mind before they got too burned into memory.
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Wanda Maximoff stood by her bedroom window staring into the night wondering what her rather strange dreams meant. Over the last few weeks she had been dreaming of the same thing, a large powerful werewolf at her side as the two roamed the city late at night on the prowl. What exactly she and the rather large killing machine she instinctively knew belonged to her were looking for continued to elude her. However she was certain that if she found the werewolf she would find whatever it was that she was suppose to be looking for. Although why she would want to be in the company of a werewolf in the first place continued to elude her as well, hanging out with large furry predators with very short tempers was not her idea of a good time.
End Interlude 1.