He glided through the nighttime darkness which was bright as day with a full moon. Around trees, through bogs, he paused to drink in the smells, a symphony for the nose. Delicious. As delicious as that rabbit was going to be. A light breeze teased his coat, reminding him to stay downwind in this dance of death. If he wasn't so hungry he would just lope for miles, for the pure joy of it. He promised himself many more outings like this, otherwise what was mortal life for? Yes, he could think of some other things to enjoy, all in good time.
There, he spied the twitch that gave the rabbit away. And was on it.
In an instant he snapped it's neck; he hadn't lost his touch. Should he eat it now or take it back to have rabbit stew with the pack? Naw. He doubted they would savor it as he would so he tore into it there.
After eating he was still energetic so he jumped up and tore a branch from a tree. He whipped it around and worried it like a foe. Then he settled down to gnaw on it.
He was relaxed now and thought of something else he wanted to do. Time to return to the lair. When he came to his clothes he released the wolf shape to return to his host's original form. What a magnificent body! He wondered how Irons could stand to be around it without inhabiting it himself. To think, now science could grow an endless supply of this form, or any other he took a fancy to.
When the brigand, who called him from the other side, had offered him his body, Neit didn't refuse the opportunity to return to the plane of the living.
But the brigand's body had been in a sad state, middle-aged, arthritic, unfit. It served Neit's purpose, lasted until he captured Nottingham but now this one was everything he could ask for.
And right now he wanted a woman. There were 3 to choose from, indifferent in looks, but one was quite - skilled. Neit was very much enjoying this turn at living.
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Sara checked into a hotel. Irons had invited her to stay in his suites - whether as a courtesy or to keep an eye on her she didn't know. Besides being uncomfortable being close to Irons, there was no way was she going to sleep with Ian's duplicate around. Though she might do better to keep him in sight rather than have him skulking about as the original Ian had, with perhaps more sinister intent. She didn't know why but he made her extremely uncomfortable and the Witchblade seemed to agree.
Time to reevaluate what she was doing. She came to Ireland to talk to John's family and she had done that. In the process she acquired objects of power that had belonged to Cathain. Now Ian was captured by some Irish god that wanted her and the Witchblade also. Geez, how did she get into this? Answer - Danny. She owed him - big. How do you take a chunk of hide out of a ghost?
When would she go back home? She hadn't talked to Gabe, or Jake, or Dante in days.
Well, she would assume that when she got Ian away from Neit she could rejoin her life which was already in progress.
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A/N: Please review - what do you like, not like?
There, he spied the twitch that gave the rabbit away. And was on it.
In an instant he snapped it's neck; he hadn't lost his touch. Should he eat it now or take it back to have rabbit stew with the pack? Naw. He doubted they would savor it as he would so he tore into it there.
After eating he was still energetic so he jumped up and tore a branch from a tree. He whipped it around and worried it like a foe. Then he settled down to gnaw on it.
He was relaxed now and thought of something else he wanted to do. Time to return to the lair. When he came to his clothes he released the wolf shape to return to his host's original form. What a magnificent body! He wondered how Irons could stand to be around it without inhabiting it himself. To think, now science could grow an endless supply of this form, or any other he took a fancy to.
When the brigand, who called him from the other side, had offered him his body, Neit didn't refuse the opportunity to return to the plane of the living.
But the brigand's body had been in a sad state, middle-aged, arthritic, unfit. It served Neit's purpose, lasted until he captured Nottingham but now this one was everything he could ask for.
And right now he wanted a woman. There were 3 to choose from, indifferent in looks, but one was quite - skilled. Neit was very much enjoying this turn at living.
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Sara checked into a hotel. Irons had invited her to stay in his suites - whether as a courtesy or to keep an eye on her she didn't know. Besides being uncomfortable being close to Irons, there was no way was she going to sleep with Ian's duplicate around. Though she might do better to keep him in sight rather than have him skulking about as the original Ian had, with perhaps more sinister intent. She didn't know why but he made her extremely uncomfortable and the Witchblade seemed to agree.
Time to reevaluate what she was doing. She came to Ireland to talk to John's family and she had done that. In the process she acquired objects of power that had belonged to Cathain. Now Ian was captured by some Irish god that wanted her and the Witchblade also. Geez, how did she get into this? Answer - Danny. She owed him - big. How do you take a chunk of hide out of a ghost?
When would she go back home? She hadn't talked to Gabe, or Jake, or Dante in days.
Well, she would assume that when she got Ian away from Neit she could rejoin her life which was already in progress.
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A/N: Please review - what do you like, not like?