Almadynis:wanders into her living room mumblings something that sounds like time
Astrid:sitting on the couch, reading a book Hey, did you finally finish?
Almadynis:wanders back out with a annoyed look
Harry:looking slightly miffed at being ignored Yea, but she is annoyed that you hit her with such a big idea. She doesn't like to have to write three chapters at one time.
Astrid:laughs Oh, well! She did not do anything for so long I had to step in. Besides, I AM a muse, her muse even, am I not? So, I played muse!laughs again
Harry:not pleased that the yami is missing the point No! this time you are suposed to play 'friend' and comfort your hikari! You do the disclaimer, I am going to go do your job! huffs out going to Almadynis's room to comfort the little miniture hikari
Astrid: You guys know the drill, and if you don't go read something else! goes back to reading her book
(If you havn't figured it out yet, Astrid is Almadynis's Norse Yami muse. Got her from this necklace she wears.)
word Carpathian mindlink
Dark Norse
Chapter 4
Hermione was enjoying herself in the dark garden as the Carpathians debated about the witch-woman. Not really noticing much of anything, which was unusual for Hermione. An Auror had to be constantly on alert and something about the scenery made Hermione forget everything she had learned in the past ten years of school and Auror training. She had even forgot her wand and left it in the possession of Savannah.
Unbeknownst to Hermione, a lurking figure watched her in the branches of the tree overhead. Alanis watched the psychic with a close to giddy feeling without actually having the feeling. Without more thought, Alanis snatched the psychic and flew into the sky, heading off to the horizon to find a place to sleep before would sun rose in a few minutes. Not even blinking at the screams of the woman over his shoulder.
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Sigurd jerked at hearing the screams of a woman, but that was not all. He saw color! Real color! Not only that, but emotions started to bombard his system and brain with orders. It was screaming at him to possess the woman whose body and soul belonged to the beautiful yet frightened voice. Between the vivid colors and the emotions of lust, love, protectiveness, and fear for the woman, Sigurd almost fell out of the sky where he was flying as a Red-tailed Hawk. The bird of prey managed to keep him off of the ground, a sure death, and to stabilize them while the Carpathian got hold of his emotions and directed them at finding the reason why his future mate was screaming and ridding the earth of its foul existence.
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Mikhail heard the screams of the human witch-woman, and immediately all speaking stopped in the drawing room. The males all flash-ran to the garden, just as the sun rose above the horizon, making them all hiss with pain at the needles being stabbed into their eyes.
The screams stopped abruptly. Gregori looked into the dawn with only tears at the corners of his eyes to suggest that he was in pain. He already had assumed that Hermione was taken by a Vampire and was debating whether to go now or later, for the Carpathians had just decided to protect the witch-woman with all they had, they knew her family and friends wold come to get her soon, and did not want the wrath of wizards and witches on their head, even thought they could probably deal with it, the males were not willing to risk their lifemates lives.
Mikhail was turning back to the house, already blaiming himself for this, because his wolves should have alerted him. Checking on them, he discovered that the wolves were dead, murdered. Screaming silently in misery, Mikhail did not notice the shape the flew in the closing glass door. Barely missing the crushing defeat of glass, Sigurd shape-shifted to his normal human form.
Although Mikhail had missed the creature , no one else did. Almost immediately, Sigurd was against the wall, with a crimson-eyed male Carpathian holding his throat, and himself, a foot off the ground. Unhand me fledgling, before I am forced to defend myself. Sigurd was exact in his statement, meaning every word. Though calling Gregori and Mikhail fledgling put their lifemates into the gigglebox mode.
Gregori understood immediately that this was a Carpathian and that he was not only older than he was but also was far more powerful. He lowered the male to the ground, but got in front of Savannah before the newcomer could move. He did have some sort of mate-preservation left.
"I am looking for a female Carpathian, she just screamed…do you know this woman?" Sigurd did all but plead with his eyes at this point. In empathy, Raven spoke up, "We know her, but she is not Carpathian. She is a human psychic. Who are you?"
Sigurd was startled, he had never dreamed that his lifemate would be mortal. He mentally shrugged, not really caring at this point, all he ahd to do was convert her. Realizing that the woman had asked a question, he answered the most likely question that he could think of, because he did not remember the question. "I am Sigurd. Long ago, the twice last Prince ordered my brother and I to guard the Northern Plains and the Reaches. Rune and I have been doing that for the last four thousand years. The woman is my lifemate, and I intend to claim her before the next dawning." There, that should have taken care of whatever question the woman might have had.
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Dark Harry looked down at the traces of magic in the air. Colors depicting who had done what. Curses took names out of the darkness and he slowly learned where the Death Eaters had run off to after the sole woman disappeared in a cloud of violet.
Astrid: So, I know the best idea is not in this chapter, but it is getting there! devious face
Chapter 5: Sigurd, Mikhail, Gregori, and Johnatan go after the Vampire. But what is this? Razor thin and razor sharp wire? Someone is going to die! evil laughter