Izzy was becoming a regular companion as Locans side, to the outside world they had been on several dates however they hadnt really seemed like dates, casual with very little pressure they had dined and talked like friends.
Occassionally she had a tendacy to be perhaps alittle to prying but he liked her she didnt expect anything. Many girls by now would be expecting courtship perhaps at least an attempt at a stolen kiss while prying eyes were truned but Izzy genuinly seemd to hold little interest in such things.
That wasn’t to say she held their relationship as purely plutonic she seems to find great joy in holding tightly to his arm in the company of other girls as thought she where laying claim on him, letting them know that he was hers.
“So where is she?” Tarik smiled towards Falcon as he stood in the Kitchen of the Downsbrooke Farm.
“Upstairs somewhere Fussin” Falcon replied, “I’ve never seen her this way….she’s… well almost like a girl” he chuckled.
“I was starting to worry you wouldn’t be here” Quillen grinned embracing his friend as he jumped from the front of the carriage where he’d been sitting with the driver having been far too excited to be contained in the back with the women. “The Garou…. “
“Bother the Garou” Duncan grinned interrupting seeming happy to once again see his friend. “It would take more than them to spoil this”
“Hehm” a voice interrupted, peering around Quillen saw his father helping his mother from the coach his face stern, a simple warning that it was a conversation for another time.
“Come… Quillen grinned, “Lets go inside and then you can tell me why you haven’t moved in yet. We were expecting you weeks ago, I’ve already moved in… but it is so terribly dull without you”
“Yes sorry about that Duncan apologized “Things have happened…. We can’t talk here, but they aren’t good”
“Rat don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind!” Quillen declared his heart sinking, suddenly concerned Duncan was about to announce that he would no longer be making the move.
“Of course not” Duncan smiled “Things have just been busy” Once inside after introductions and greetings Quillen finally got his friend alone. “where’s Alice he asked, “I expected her to be here with you?” Continue reading
Raeanne woke to find herself crudely tied to a chair, barely remembering what happened so tried to shake the fogginess from her mind. She remember Eva.. a knife, the burning door handle… and oh god she remember Emily and Matila.
Looking around frantically she tried to locate her two younger sisters. Matila was no-where to be seen but in a heap in the corner she could see Emily lying motionless in a pool of her own blood. ‘Em… ‘ she called ‘Emily… Emily… wake up” her heart in her mouth as the realization hit her that chances where Emily could no-longer hear anyone. Continue reading
Orrick lay on the bed in Aliana’s chambers, lying on his side with the young woman curled up naked turned away from him but nuzzled delicately into his chest. His heart still beating quickly from the excitement of what had just occurred between them.
He could not imagine a more opposite woman to Nicole. Aliana was quiet where Nicole had been loud, timid when Nicole had been outspoken and demur when Nicole could be as easily crass as he.
Raeanne skidded around the corner at the top of the stairs briefly pausing to catch her bearings. The Dacre manor house was large and the corridors seemed to go on forever. She had already passed a dozen panicking servants and by now it was clear that somehow all of the windows and doors had been magically sealed.
Working out where she was “Skye” she called over and over as she ran, she knew the little girl had been in playing in her room when the chaos had broken out. Reaching the room Anya had given to the little girl she screeched to a halt.
The doll house was open and the toys where scattered but there was no sign of Skye anywhere to be seen. “Skye” she called again, panic rising. Her daughter was not prone to sensible action at a time of crisis where most children would run and hide Skye would have likely sought out the source of the commotion. Continue reading
Orrick ducked into the small alleyway, to his rear Gadric stood protectively his sword drawn he watched out across the street. “Do you really think anyone would attack me here?” he asked doubtfully.
“Perhaps Milord, best be safe”
Nodding Orrick knocked lightly on the wooden door, it took several moments but eventually a familiar face appeared. The hairs on the back of his neck bristling as he saw the old woman. “Lynette” he nodded grimly, “I said I would call” Continue reading