Hehehehehe Chappie 13, woooooo will it be unlucky? i hope not lol anyway, not much to say cept im still being shot for killing jazz lol and no she couldn't have just been without powers, as i keep sayen, she did it herself, i couldn't stop her! And neither could Pixie (my fairy muse called Pixe :) Anyway, enjoy and have a good one!
Chapter 13
The wolves had celebrated long through the night and into the morning. They awoke late the next day, each with a headache the size of the city. By now the news about the king, queen and princess was out. This called their skills of acting into play. They had to be like everyone else, in mourning for the lives taken. Delwin was the first to attempt standing. He walked over to the window and flung it open. Fresh strong winds blew through and stirred the others. He strode back through them, ignoring their moans against the bright afternoon light. Collecting his blades from where they had lain ready next to his bed, he strapped them around him. The daggers went into sheathes on his wrists, ankles and the small of his back. He did not carry a sword, nor did any of the others. They were too cumbersome, tripping them up while they fled the scene of destruction they had just created. Sometimes crossbows were needed, but that was rare. By now his numerous knives were hidden away by magic and ties of silk. All were easily drawn, which was the most important part of the placement. Each silk colour corresponded with one of the men in the elite squad of wolves. They had been infused with their magic and would not undo for any one other than that person. Delwin stroked the deep blood red silk that held his magic. It wound around his fingers until he ordered it back to the proper knife. Lucian moaned and struggled upright.
"I feel as thought I have been trampled by stampeding cattle. How long have we been here? And where is here?" He wearily collected his own collection of knives as Delwin looked on.
" You haven't been trampled, just very, very drunk. We are above the King's Crown, in one of their rooms. We have been here since about, oh the sixth bell of the morning." Delwin began the stretching exercises that kept his body limber.
Lucian looked at him through bloodshot eyes. "You really are too awake in the morning for someone as hung over as me. Go play somewhere else and bother someone else. And didn't you drink as much as everyone else? How are you this awake?" A knife suddenly appeared next to Lucian's head, embedded deep in the wall.
"Would you be quiet for Gods sake Lucian! Some of us are not as awake as you!" Alexandro lay back down and pulled the blankets over his head. His muffled voice growled at them through the bedspread. "And shut that bloody window!"
Delwin shook his head and went to the window, moving with fluid movements, each one designed to stretch a part of his body. He wound his way through the other men, each at various stages of consciousness. Reaching the window he leaned out to see clear sky, it must have been well past midday. The news of the King, Queen and Princess would be well out now. Looking down now, into the street, he saw huddled groups of people, all wearing grey. He quickly withdrew his head and shut the window.
"Quick you slaggards. We have to find our best clothing. Our best grey clothing…" He said with an evil grin. At this the other four, including Alexandro sat up and returned his smile.
Soon after they emerged from the inn, properly dressed in mourning clothes of grey with black armbands. They moved slowly through the streets, at every corner there were at least two or three people crying over their dead rulers. Alexandro's mouth curled in disdain at the sight of them, they were so pitiful, crying over a few people. Lucian nudged him, they were meant to be sorrowful, a slip like that could mean them being caught. Alexandro met his eyes with defiance, then seeing the glimmer of promised trouble if he didn't yield, he backed down. Then the sky clouded over, the stormy black clouds coming from nowhere. A heart wrenching cry of anger sounded out over the city, lightning rippled along the clouds illuminating a small figure rising up to the sky. Winds screamed through the streets, pushing at the spectators who had rushed to the streets at the sound of such hatred. The wolves stared in amazement, nothing like this had ever been seen before. The thunder drowned out all sound except for that terrible cry, it slowly subsided into anguished sobs, sobs that shook everyone to their core, even the wolves. Many around them started to cry as well, giving way to their own anguish. The wolves looked at one another then as the rain came pouring down, they turned as one and ran for shelter. Reaching a doorway, they stood and looked at the figure still hanging unsupported in the sky. It had been out-stretched, it's arms flung out, now they seemed to be crushed over their heart. Slowly it began to descend back down to the ground. The thunder and lightning had stopped, now just rain fell, like teardrops down onto the ground. Gradually the spectators returned to what they had been doing, many still with tears running down their faces, mixing with the rain. Lucian turned to his wolves. With a nod of his head they disappeared into the rain. They split off into different streets to gather information, Delwin and Alexandro went south, back the way they had come, Graeme and Joseph went north and Lucian and Nathanial went west towards the centre of the city, where the figure had been. Zeliver would want to know all he could about this.