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Post by CHARITY MOIBEAL on Apr 10, 2016 20:08:31 GMT -6
starts off soft and sweet And turns them to hunters. A man who's pure at heart and says his prayers at night may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
To make an identity in the current world, one either had to be born to it or very adept at lying. Since Charity was not of the first category and tried her best not to belong to the second, finding a place among others was often difficult. She couldn't find work because that required identification, and she would need to lie very much about herself to create a new identity in the eyes of the government, something she tried her best not to do mostly because the physical. Charity did her best to keep her sins to a minimal, and was proud that most of her body was free of the markings that indicated her sins. One of her arms was colored quite a bit, as well as parts of her legs and of course the markings on her chest, but for the most part her porcelain skin still remained unblemished. It was an accomplishment of sorts, considering her age, and she tried every day to keep her skin and her soul pure and free from evil.
Because she was unable to make a living for herself, Charity often slept on park benches or int he woods, sometimes finding someone who would take her in or a homeless shelter that would keep the rain off of her for a night. She'd learned not to mind it, the weather and the lack of shelter. Living on the outside of society usually meant she was safer anyway, away from hunters or other beings that would want to harm her. She was a vampire now, a creature of evil as most would consider it, and that meant by nature Charity had very many enemies out in the world, more than when she had only been a prophet in her church, a foresighted wiccan who sought to do nothing but good. The woods provided a temporary safe harbor, at least on this night. The full moon would beckon the wolves out, and although the bite of a wolf would be fatal to her, she wasn't afraid. She knew that on the full moon wolves hunted, and because she was a vampire, a soft decaying scent clung to her, distasteful to werewolves. If she didn't attack them, they would leave her be. And because she planned on only sleeping, they would probably just assume she was dead and move right along. That's how it had always worked before.
Charity wandered far enough into the woods that she considered herself to be safe, found a nice place to lay, covered with trees and closed in with brush and dirt. She tossed her duffel bag full of clothes fished out of garbage bins that she'd been carrying, just to make sure it was safe, and sat down on the ground. For a while she remained quiet, simply absorbing in the nature around her as the woods began to darken. She smiled as squirrels came up and inspecting her, staying as still as she could in order not to frighten them. When the darkness began to descend, the noises around her began to change, the chirping of birds replaced with that of the singing crickets. The cool air bit at her skin, and so she huddled herself in a poncho that also served to her as blanket. Soon, the sounds of the night wooed her into sleepiness, her eyes growing heavy as she rested into the ground. At the first howl of a wolf, she drifted off to sleep.
As predicted, the wolves left her undisturbed in the darkness. She slept rather peacefully, dreaming only of the nighttime changers and how beautiful they could really be. Over the past hundred years, the disgust she'd been taught to have for the supernatural world had severely diminished, and now she almost embraced it. Yes, it could be violent and cruel, but there were aspects of it she felt were even more beautiful than that of mortal comprehension. In her times of need, it had been the vampires, the lycans, and wiccans who has reached out to her and taken her into their homes, very seldom did mortals make the same offers of kindness. Most immortals viewed their situation as a curse, just as Charity did, and it made them work so hard to become better beings. Sure, there were bad bunches, but that was no different than the nature of humanity. Time had done much to change Charity's beliefs of the world, though admittedly she trusted it much less than she used to, she found it infinitely more beautiful.
Unlike most vampires, Charity was unfazed by the sunlight as it filtered through the trees. Her slumber remained undisturbed as the rays touched her skin, not burning her like they would have most of her species. She was given a great gift, to still be allowed to walk in the daylight after her transformation. It was uncertain why that power manifested itself in her after she turned, but she had been grateful for it all the same. Her dreams remained peaceful, her even breathing continuing as she slept there on the twigs and the dirt in her torn clothing. The world around her began to softly wake up, the crickets finishing their songs and the birds announced their awakening. Wolves would be men now, the world of the light showering the forest while a lone girl stayed still in er slumber, not quite ready to join them all. ||TAG:FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 907 ||CLOTHES ||||NOTES: hope this is an okay start TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @adoxography
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▲ Hope for the hopeless. Light in the darkness.
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Apr 20, 2016 12:27:10 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Apr 20, 2016 12:27:10 GMT -6
Open up my eyes I need your light again Burning me inside I need your love again
Another night. However, this night was different from the others. He was in a hurry, he needed to escape from the public eye. The evening was beginning to take hold, and he could feel the wolf from within beginning to wake. It was the full moon that brought the animal out. Even having experience underneath his belt, the moon still held its sway. Like all werewolves, Faith was subjected to the same conditions. The moon brought out the animal and force him into shifting. He dashed out of the police department, knocking someone over as he headed for the exit of the building. Automatically, his eyes shined a bright golden coloration. Faith could feel the transformation coming on. He needed to get to an area without people. Even in wolf form, he was dangerous to himself and others. As he ran down the steps of the police station, he turned west onto the main road. To many people. It was around 6PM, and the hair on his back was standing up. The safety of the park was calling to him. If he could avoid shifting around the public eye, then all the better. Even with all the training, he still couldn’t shift in the eyes of the world around him. The existence of werewolves, vampires, demons, and wiccans, and hell, even hunters wasn’t meant for mortal eyes. So many people didn’t understand that an entire underworld, existed around them. Faith, tried to balance both worlds. He protected his city from supernatural crimes. Despite being immortal, and not aging-- he tried to keep the law before all other things. Crimes, both small and large, tended to be what he dealt with. Faith was a rouge werewolf. He didn’t understand the meaning behind packs. He wasn’t a naturally born werewolf, but bitten. He had killed werewolves, and vampires. He didn’t have a place amongst werewolf packs, because he wasn’t a pureblood. Even the local, pack that had made war with the head vampires, bothered Faith. He wanted to keep the balance in place.
As he rushed down the street, he slammed into people. Keeping his eyes on the terrain below, so that others wouldn’t see the coloration change in his irises. The hair on his back was beginning to standup. The pit of his stomach was beginning to churn. The pain wasn’t instant, but he knew that it was going to come. He’d gotten use to the pain, and forced shifts. As he rushed, he reached his destination. He found himself on the borderlands near the woods. He looked up, and eyes focused on the moon. It was bright white, and it memorized the werewolf. It shined brightly, pure, and beautiful. Even Faith had to admit that the moon herself, was something that he had looked to for guidance in the past. It kept him close to god, during the old days. When the Order of Light had prospered. Russia, was a distant memory. All of his hunting skills, had come from the Order. It was still apart of Faith’s blood. His native Russia tongue was at a distance, but he still understood the language.
Then the pain began to surge. At the same rate, his adrenaline also skyrocketed. He fell to his feet, and his back began to ache and heave. His stomach began to twist, and turn. Then it was the sound of his bones, twisting, which alerted him to the change. Unable to stand, he crawled to the underbrush of the wilderness. Already, his hands had started turning to claws. The pain didn’t bother him, he’d grown tolerate of shifting. It the past the pain, would have caused the werewolf to pass out. However, he was completely aware of what was going on. Next, his features began to change. His muzzle stretched out, and teeth became sharp incisors. His clothing began to rip away, and even in his half shifted form, he discarded the clothing. He would need that for late on after the sun rose up. Then, only darkness remained. He blacked out, and the wolf took full control over him. As the transformation continued, one could hear the crackling of bone. The twisting of fur and flesh. At the final completion of the transformation, the snow white wolf gave a triumphant howl, unleashing a feral snarl to the air. As the brute lunged forward, it pounced from underneath the underbrush. The animal stood in the middle of a pathway.
The brute dashed down between the pathway and the forest floor. It was spring, and the warm weather had hit. Unable to control the wolf, it stopped mid-dash. The scent of another creature caught the animal’s nostrils. A few feet away, a full grown deer stood in the middle of an open field. Without hesitation, the animal locked eyes with the deer. It stood motionless, and surprised. Quickly, the wolf headed in the direction of the deer. It ran, and the wolf kept up the chase. Within moments, the wolf lunched forward, and the brute’s teeth collided with the deer’s right flank. Blood split open, from the wolf’s attack. Using all of the animal’s weight against it, the wolf force the deer down to the ground. Bladed teeth, ripped into the deer’s hide. It was a slow kill, as the deer was still moving around. What ended the animal’s torment, was the quick crushing of the animal’s throat. For the next couple of hours, the wolf feasted on the dead deer. The meat quenched an insatiable hunger for flesh. What made Faith’s wolf different from others, is it didn’t kill humans. It had at one point, but he’d managed to pull the wolf away from heavily populated areas. In the past, he’d killed humans. Hell, even vampires, wiccans, and demons had been on his killing list. The taste of flesh in the wolf’s muzzle was rewarding. It soothed a tireless hunger.
Before long, the night had gone by. The sun was beginning to rise, and the wolf’s energy was beginning to subside. Faith was slowly regaining control, as the wolf retreated inwards. His intelligence returned, and he needed to find a safe place to retreat from the public eye. Even thought it was early morning, Faith’s wolf had taken him around in circles. Even he wasn’t sure were in the woods that he was. Blood stained snow white fur. His entire pelt was covered in the crimson liquid. As the moon’s effect began to sway, Faith could feel himself returning back to a human form. The transformation back was relatively painless at this point. Now, he was human again. His entire upper torso, marked in blood. He was dazed, confused, and tried. His coordination was completely off. The transformation was completely draining. It left him feeble, and uncoordinated. As he roamed the wilderness, the birds began to sing, and little light began to shine through the canopy of the forest. The smells, and scents of the wilderness were still strong enough. All of his physical senses were sharpened. In his dazed state, he staggered on. In the confusion, he tripped over something, which he assumed was the root of a tree. He fell face forward, and collapsed on the ground.
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Apr 20, 2016 17:43:00 GMT -6
Post by CHARITY MOIBEAL on Apr 20, 2016 17:43:00 GMT -6
starts off soft and sweet And turns them to hunters. A man who's pure at heart and says his prayers at night may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
Many referred to those touched by immortality as supernatural. They used to term to make it seem like the vampires, the demons, the lycans and the wiccans had no place in the natural world. That use of the word, to explain them as if they didn't belong, was simply incorrect. Demons were perhaps the only beings that truly defied all laws of the natural world, and that was still only in rare cases. Vampires and lycans and wiccans were still creatures bound by the natural world and all that comes with it. Vampires, for example, were not actually dead. If one gave it thought, assuming so really made no sense. After all, blood pumped through their veins, and they could reproduce just like other living things. The soft scent of decay that clung to them had little to do with death, but rather to do with the rapid cellular decay and regrowth that their bodies produced. And their DNA was so closely related to that of the demons, the lycans, the wiccans and even the mortals that inter species breeding was entirely possible, even down the generations. As far as having to die to become a creature of the night, one could argue that death, or the lack of activity in the brain stem, simply acted as a catalyst for the changing in cells before the new cells could reactivate the activity inside the mind.
Vampire, and the other species as well, were also subject to the evolutionary process. Many say that the use of magic was not with the first developed vampires, but rather came to them over time through the exposure to wiccans. Or, perhaps, it was through bred down wiccan lines that they were able to use it at all. Magic itself is a very hard thing to narrow down scientifically, since most are so diversely effected by it, but it can be argued that magic is only a manifestation of energy that reacts to situation differently, like a volatile chemical compound. Those with a deeper exposure have more control and more command over it, while other have little to no command over it at all. It would explain why Charity's gifts manifested themselves in the ability to be unaffected by the sun, or why she was allowed to see glimpses of the future on occasion.
This was all, of course, the best possible speculation Charity had ever heard for the supernatural world. In her travels, a lycan scientist had taken her in and had constantly babbled on about all of his theory of the creatures known and unknown. She'd happily given herself to his experiments, and had stayed with him until the day he'd died of a very terminal cancer... or rather, that's what would have killed him if she hadn't drained him of his blood first. Marshall, as that had been his name, had begged her not to let his cancer develop to the point of forcing his mental state to deteriorate. Knowing she'd be homeless and hungry once he passed, he had asked Charity to send him off to his beloved God so he may be at peace. After much deliberation and hours of begging and coercing on Marshall's part, Charity had finally given in and took his like, sinking her long fangs into his carotid artery and drinking him in until he was ashen in color. A new tattoo had burned its way onto her skin hours later, but it was a price she'd deemed worthy of paying. Marshall had been a good friend and taught her a lot about what she was now, and why it didn't have to be a sentence into hell.
Vampires, like lycans, were still partially connected with a more animalistic side, a survival mode that would occasionally override their good sense. Whereas Lycans tended to be more heads on and brutish, vampire reflexes tended to be more cat like. So when Charity was rudely awoken by a shap jab in her side, her eyes flashed open and in a fluid motion she was on her knees, crouched and a sharp hiss escaping her throat, fangs elongated to appear threatening. It only took a moment for her mind to catch up, however, and only a second more for her eyes to grab hold of the nude man that has fallen before her. Her fangs retracted, and her eyes softened, not at first knowing her weakened attacker. "Oh, dear.." she said quietly, and crawled over to the man. Long ago she'd trained her eyes not to wander where they shouldn't, so she forced herself not to notice the pleasing aspects about him when her hand gently touched his side. "I won't hurt you, love, I promise," she murmured to him, her soft fingers lightly tracing his back as she searched for any sort of injuries, knowing he was a wolf simply by the sight and smell of him. She's seen wolves post-transformation before, knew from experience that it was a vulnerable time for them. With excessive softness, she helped him turn so he was lying on his back. However, once she saw his face, Charity covered her lips and gasped.
Almost three hundred years later, and he barely had changed. Charity knew every feature of the man's face, her best friend, her protector for so long ago. "Oh, Faith... Faith..." she said, and gently touched his face, tears welling in her eyes at the overwhelming surge of love in her heart. How she'd missed him, the man who'd kept her safe when she was but a young woman. She stroked his cheek gently, and was enraptured by the sight of him until a tear fell on his chest. She quickly left him, running over to grab her duffle bag of clothes, knowing there were rather large items in there that would fit him just fine, though they were probably far from clean. Returning with a very tattered pair of men's sweatpants on a holey wife beater, she knelt next to him and handed them in his direction. "Here... this... this is all I have." But she couldn't help but stare at him, and not modestly. No, she didn't glance at any part of him, but rather stared at his face in awe, joy bursting in her heart that against all odds, she was seeing her best friend in the whole world once again. "Is it really you, Faith?" ||TAG:FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 1069 ||CLOTHES ||||NOTES: sorry it's ehhh TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @adoxography
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▲ Hope for the hopeless. Light in the darkness.
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Apr 21, 2016 12:44:40 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Apr 21, 2016 12:44:40 GMT -6
Hold me now, 'Til the fear is leaving, I am barely breathing. Crying out, These tired wings are falling, I need you to catch me
In the quite moments, the past caught up with Faith. He tried to put it all behind him, but the guilt, his father’s death-- made the werewolf question his own existence. On a daily basis, he shoved everything down, and put on a brave face. Deep down inside, his heart had shattered into thousands of pieces. He constantly questioned, god’s plan for him. Was being bitten by a lycan, apart of that plan? Was god testing him? Did a cure for lycanthropy exist? Home was a destination that he didn’t understand anymore. Sure, the city and police force had given him a new purpose, but he still found himself dwelling in the past. He had been exiled from the church, by the elders. He was deemed far to dangerous to exist alongside his family, and friends. Rather then kill him, his punishment was to exist in a world that would be far colder then death. Sometimes, he wished that they had personally killed him. He didn’t age, but remained the same. His family passed away, and he visited the graves. Even now, Faith didn’t know how many members of the Order still remained alive. Immortality, seemed more like a curse then a blessing. Although, others would argue that such a statement was false. Faith, needed to find a reason to carry on, and he did. New friends, the police force, and protecting the city was on his list of things to take care of. However, now, the past was coming back. He was still exhausted, and locked in confusion.
In his dazed state, her familiar voice brought him back to reality. “Charity?…” Before he could register anything, the smell of decay hit his nostrils. A vampire? What happened to her? Was it the same person from his past? He could hear her voice, and the tenderness that resided within it. As the world around him, began to stop spinning-- he could clearly see her face. The gentle features of his closet friend. It was her, and Faith couldn’t have been happier. Like him, she had been turned into a creature of the supernatural realm. In the past, he had guarded her. At first, they seemed like distant strangers. Over a period of time, they began to talk. Then, a friendship formed, and a bond as well. Faith felt the urge to reach out to her, but he was without clothing. Luckily for him, Charity had that issue take care of. Quickly, he grabbed the clothing and laid on his back rather stunned. “Charity, it is me…”, he hesitated for a moment, “How? I mean, it is really you?… Its been centuries…” Gradually, as his strength returned, he stood up. Quickly, he dashed to the cover of some bushes. He was rather embarrassed that she saw him in this state. Carefully he put the clothing on. It was worn down, but it fitted him rather nicely. He couldn’t complain at this moment. He’d left his clothing somewhere in the woods. Was fate dealing him a good hand? Was this meant to be? Faith could feel so many emotions just running loose inside of his heart. His heat ached for his best friend.
He turned around from the underbrush and stood motionless. A smile forming on his lips, as his eyes narrowed on her. The brown hues, focused on her, and he approached her rather slowly. He kneeled upon both knees. His right hand reached for her cheek, just to check and see if she was actually real. A softness overcame his vocals, “Charity, I can’t tell you how delighted I am to see you…” So many questions, so many things that he wanted to tell her. He could barely contain the joy that was swelling up in his heart. “What are you doing, here?” His head titled to the side, if she needed help-- she would have sought him out. He cleared his throat, her scent was burning his nostrils.
If she was still alive, then the Order most have still existed. Faith was concerned enough as it was. The vampires, and lycans were in an all out war. The city was getting hammered. Faith, was always cleaning up the aftermath, and trying to quell the concerns on the public. He always watched the aftermath, bodies torn apart. He always had to stay that it was an animal attack. Or victims found with blood drained, Faith had to do anything to cover up the mess of the supernatural community. No every member of the supernatural community agreed with the war. Hell, if Faith could learn to accept the vampires, then they could do the same. After all, both species had been made around the same time. The blood drinkers, and flesh eaters, the only thing older then the lycan and vampires were the demons. Faith had exorcised his fair share of demons.
Before he joined the police force, Faith was a hired hand. He killed supernatural creatures that threatened the balanced of everything. He killed for money, and didn’t have any friends. Those were dark times for the werewolf. Faith found himself moving around, chronically on the run from his own inner demons. Even now, he could barely accept the wolf as apart of himself. It tormented him, and made him sick to think about the lives that he had taken during each full moon. The wolf kept him from forming friendships, from doing normal things. When he joined the police academy, he was reminded that good still existed in the world. He found that his skills, were pretty useful in the lawful environment. He rose through the ranks rather quickly. Eventually reaching the rank of detective. Now, he had so many things to live for-- which included his old friend Charity. He remained stationary, and examined her gentle features. “You’re the same as I remember you? I’m so glad to see you. Thank you for the clothing…”
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Apr 23, 2016 16:07:53 GMT -6
Post by CHARITY MOIBEAL on Apr 23, 2016 16:07:53 GMT -6
starts off soft and sweet And turns them to hunters. A man who's pure at heart and says his prayers at night may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
Years ago, a memory somewhere lost in the distant past, it had been Charity in the nude, helpless and weak, rather than Faith. She had fallen under the sinful spell of a demon, an Incubus who was desperate for a feed and had found an all too easy target. It had been the first time in her life that someone had touched her in any inappropriate fashion, and she'd be lying if she claimed that it hadn't set her skin in a carnal blaze. He had excited her, lured her in with a melodic voice that crept into her head and softened her to his desires. That would have been the moment her virginity had been lost, so very close from the place she called home and sanctuary. She'd been on the soft dirt outside the church grounds, her back arched in response to the light touch of the demon and fully ready to submit to him when Faith had suddenly emerged from the trees. Almost instantly, the spell she'd succumbed to was broken, and the harsh reality of her near crimes came crashing down on the small woman. Naked in the open, she'd tried to crawl away, cowering away from Faith and the demon as they battled. She felt violated, exposed, horrified at her actions and terrified that Faith might suffer because of them.
History seemed to like to repeat certain aspects of itself, because here they were three hundred years later, the tables turned. All that time ago Faith had saved her and dressed her, not laying hands on her in any way but to aide her. Now it was Charity's turn to care for her friend, touching his cheek to wipe the dirt off of it, providing him with clothes and care. Of course, his contribution to her had been much more significant, but the glaring similarities between the two incidents were impossible to deny. Time had eventually brought them back together, bringing them together in a manner they would recognize. They were able to see each other as they used to, though the years were marked by the changes in their psychical appearance, more pronounced in Charity's case than in Faith's. When he began to sit him, she lent a hand to steady him, saying softly, "Not too fast. Steady, now." Despite her joy to see Faith, she knew it was still a difficult time for him after the changing into his mortal form. This was not her first time around a wolf.
When Faith went off to change, Charity stayed kneeling in place, staring at her hands as she tried to grab hold of her bearings. The sudden return of her old friend was overwhelming as it caused a resurgence of old memories and emotions both wonderful and terrible. Memories of her time spent with him, the endless conversation and the way she had always felt safe by his side sprung to mind, but so did thoughts of the Order of Light and what had become of it. She absently rubbed her wrists where the shackles had been, holding her up in the dark walls beneath the church, a habit that had formed after she'd been rescued from the order. Charity closed her eyes and remembered being whipped, burned and beaten in the last few years of her time there, tortured for answers she did not have. With effort, Charity forced the memory aside when she opened her eyes, looking back to Faith as he knelt before her. When he touched her cheek she leaned into the contact, thankful for the small comfort. She smiled gently at him, though there was a sadness in her eyes, and replied, "And I you." She cast her eyes downward at his question, answering quietly, "I have nowhere else to go."
Her heart was so happy to see her friend again. Faith had been the person she trusted most in the world, even more than their priests in their church. A part of her had shattered when he'd been banished from the Order, not ever quite healing after his departure. Several years later, when she was rescued and had learned to navigate all the urges and abilities of her vamprism, Charity had tried to find Faith, but it had not been successful. She searched for nearly half a century, but eventually gave up the search, abandoning the hope she'd ever see him again. It seemed that the universe had finally stopped punishing her, granting her happiness in the form of her best friend. She smiled and, still looking downwards, shook her head at his question. "No, not quite the same." That was true enough. After all, last time he'd seen her she'd been a wiccan and had been tattoo free, though her poncho and clothingcovered all of her current ink... she'd been innocent when he'd known her. Looking back up into his eyes, she added, "You aren't all the same either.... your hair is shorter." She smiled then, and chose that moment to finally wrap her arms around Faith, taking him in for a tight hug. "I've missed you every day since you were exiled," Charity murmured quietly to him, the strength of her emotion flowing through her voice. She held onto him for a good while, and tears sprung to her eyes. She finally pulled back and wiped them away.
There was something he needed to know, something Charity might have waited to tell him but for some reason she felt the need just right then. More tears filled her gazed and she took Faith's hand, holding it for strength and courage. "Faith... Faith, they're all gone. The Order-" he voice caught as her tears fell. "She gathered a breath and looked up at him to continue, "They changed after you left, became something awful.. they did such terrible things." Dropping his hand, she rubbed her wrist again, but continued, "All of them perished, slowly at first and then so quickly... the last were killed by vampires and demons in one night." She didn't speak to how she survived, though part of it was very clear. "You and I are all that's left of the Order of Light." Charity put her fingers to her lips, eyes rimmed red and unable to stop the tears that had been flowing. "I thought... I thought I'd never see you again. I thought I was all that's left." Unable to control herself, she once again threw her arms around him, crying into the dirtied shit she'd loaned him. Her tears were inaudible, but her grip on his was strong- she didn't want to lose him every again. ||TAG:FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 1105 ||CLOTHES ||||NOTES: TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @adoxography
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Apr 23, 2016 19:17:28 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Apr 23, 2016 19:17:28 GMT -6
Fall asleep to dreams of home, Where the waves are crashing. The only place I've ever known, Now the future has me. I see the fire in the sky, See it all around me. I said the past is dead, the life I had is gone. Said I won't give up, Until I see the sun
OOC: Hope this is good enough. All of the feels!
Everything was hitting him at once. Memories came flooding back, he remember the Order. It was everything that he stood for, honoring a devotion to God. Being apart of the Order meant that you’d never be alone. If it hadn’t been for the priests, and father-- then Faith would have never become Charity’s protector. She represented everything that he had left behind, once he’d been exiled. Life got harder after that. Learning to control the wolf, becoming the very thing that he hunted. He’d become his own worst enemy. He’d lost everything in the process. His family had disowned them, and he hadn’t had the opportunity to say goodbye to his best friend. Now all of the sudden, everything was coming back. He couldn’t help but wrap his arms around her waist. He spoke softly, and with the gentleness of an angel. “I promise you, I won’t be going anywhere. Charity, I won’t leave you. I can’t, not again. We have each other. That’s all the meaning in the world that I need.” He paused for a moment, and then raised his right hand to brush away the tears in her eyes. Gently, he brushed her right cheek. He was still weak from the transformation process back. He stood motionless, and merely held her against his chest as the tears came down. She was the most important thing in his life, and now he and her could be reunited. He hugged her close. Gently he spoke again, “I searched for you…”
In the aftermath of being bitten, he tried to reach her. However, the guards withheld him from finding her. When they exiled him, he was given a small amount of supplies. Enough food to last a couple of weeks, then his weapons. Faith was forced to leave the church and everything that he knew behind him. It hit hard, but he survived. It seemed that was how he was built. To be a survivor, to go on living without a simple purpose. He felt as though God had given up on him. What was the point of living? As the years went on, he traveled from place to place, fighting the animal within. He lived off the land, and lived life as a mercenary. He lived without a soul, something that Charity represented. Even after joining the police force, ten years ago-- something still felt empty. Something kept him fighting the wolf. Nowadays, Faith tended to limited the time around others. He had a couple of friends, but lacked the closeness that others once had filled the void with. Even his closet friend Ava, had seen the empty part of his soul. Now, in the presence of his former friend, something sparked inside of him. Then he felt it, the gentle tug of his heartstrings. Charity, had always given him a reason to continue fighting. She represented the goodness that he often saw inside of most people. It was because of her, that Faith turned out to be a compassionate, and strong individual.
Then the warmth came. He simply held her as she told him about the Order’s demise. He spoke softly again, furthermore embracing her. “I work with the police force. I’m a homicide detective. Your not alone, and you won’t ever be again. My sweet Charity…” Gently, he leaned down, and kissed her forehead softly. Even the scent of decay didn’t bother him. To her, he was sure that he only smelled like a wet dog. Then it hit him, a single tear fell from his right eyelid. The emotions started hitting him, and he couldn’t help but hold back the tears. She was the good that loomed inside of his heart. He would do anything to protect her from the evils of a cold world. He’d provide her shelter in any storm. She was an important part of his life. Long ago, he had vowed to be her protector.
Faith had grown a lot since they had last seen each other. Mercy, empathy, understanding, compassion, these were the tools that she had taught him in the time that they spent together. After hunts, he’d often come back and spend time with her. So much lost time, he wanted to make up for all of the time that they had been separated from each other. In many ways, Faith truly loved this women. Long ago, Faith had banished a demon from defiling her, instead of doing anything else. He dressed her, and stayed by her side into the far reached of the night. He had invested so much time with her, and battled to defend her. In his absent state, he couldn’t imagine what had happened to her. What struggles she most have gone through, or what the Order most have done to her.
If the Order of the Light had indeed changed, then the corruption had to have come from within. Demons, and vampires killing off the priests, and hunters. Then it was a fate that they dissevered. Faith still battled with his lycanthropy, but Charity learning to control her vampire habits. Faith, knew what the struggle was like. Vampires, and werewolves weren’t all that different. Each depended on their instincts. The first couple of full moons had left Faith, covered in blood and naked. He had learned long ago to isolate himself, and feed on the flesh of animals, rather then people. Even though he still struggled with the wolf, Faith had built a life for himself. The city needed protecting, and he would do anything to overcome the weak points of the city. He laid down the law, and obligated by it. Ten years had passed in blink of an eye. At the academy, he made little friends, but rose through the ranks rather quickly. He started out from the bottom, and earned his way up. Charity, was the causation of his want to do good in the world. She was his missing half, his best friend. Now that they were together, he wasn’t going to abandon her at all.
They remained embraced for what felt like eternity, but that was the amount of time that they had spent separated. He spoke softly again,” I thought of you each day. When I was alone, or uncertain about the future. I thought about us. How it use to be, when things felt right. " He paused for a moment, and sighed softly. “ I battled the wolf..." He had forgotten, even though he pretended to be human, and walk amongst mortals-- he had always existed with the wolf just beneath the surface. It was apart of himself. A part of him that he hoped would one day be cured. “I searched for a cure…” The last part he said without thinking. He looked down at her, and merely let his right hand fall through crimson hair. He had missed her, and he spoke again. “My home, is your home…”
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Apr 24, 2016 1:02:47 GMT -6
Post by CHARITY MOIBEAL on Apr 24, 2016 1:02:47 GMT -6
starts off soft and sweet And turns them to hunters. A man who's pure at heart and says his prayers at night may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
Charity had always been a very soft spirited person, easily bruised by the trauma's that occurred to her and her loved ones. When she was young, only a few years past the stage of infancy, and had been stolen from her family it had taken quite a long time for her to mourn them and trust the Order of Light, the people that would foster her and teach her their beliefs and ways. In the early days she had hated the name they'd given her- Charity. It had felt like acid in her mouth, feeling wrong and uncomfortable when she thought of herself with that name. Ailsa had been much more graceful, she'd thought, and flowed off the tongue like warm honey. Charity was easily molded, however, especially at such a young and impressionable age, and had eventually disregarded her given name and beliefs and embraced the ones assigned to her. Once she'd made up her mind, the transition had been smooth and Charity had healed from all the heartache. Afterwords, she'd led a fairly sheltered life and other than the immensely mentally and physically tolling effect of her premonitions, knew nothing of a life of strife. This sheltering had preserved her delicate nature and innocence.
When she was older, her first true traumatic event had been the demon who had seduced her, took over her mind and almost tainted a chastity that Charity held sacred. The second had been Faith leaving, and that had been the event that had shattered her. Losing the companionship and safety of her best friend coupled with the agonizing worry of what could possibly happen to him had been too much for the little woman to bear. It had crippled her, and when the visions came and slammed into her heart and mind, she had no energy or will to live or fight for her life. Charity had known all of the awful things that were going to happen before they actually occurred, and she had done absolutely nothing to alter the events of what would destroy her home and everyone she held dear. The weight of her lack of interference had weighed heavily on her conscious for several hundred years. Since then she'd been determined to use her visions to help where she could, but most often they were a means of survival more than they were a tool to help the common good.
All this time later, Charity's feeble heart had never learned how to become stone like the hearts of so many others. She was still just as delicate as she had been back then, just exceptionally more fearful of those around her. Seeing Faith, though, made her forget most, if not all, of her fears while he wrapped his arms around her. The warmth of his heart to her was the safest place she could ever run to, and after so many years of looking for refuge she'd finally found sanctuary in his arms. And maybe it shouldn't have been, but it comforted her to know that at least for a time, Faith had sought her out as well. There was something to be said about a friendship that was so strong it had never faded or diminished despite the centuries of lost time between the two of them. Charity only hoped that her love and loyalty for Faith would never be tried ever again, despite her firm belief in its endurance.
The news of Faith's new occupation brought a smile on Charity's face, a bright expression through her tear stained cheeks. "Oh, that's so wonderful. I'm so proud of you, Faith." She tilted her head and her eyes shimmered with such gentle love for him as she continued, "You were born to do such good in the world, just like your father. It warms my heart to know that time at least has preserved that much." She voiced a truth that had occurred to her many times throughout the years, one that was very difficult to acknowledge. "I fear we were wrong in our service to the Order... After becoming part of the world we aimed to destroy, I think we may have done much more harm than good. Even me..." She had, after all, been of great help to the Order of Light in her own way. Charity had visions of incoming supernaturals and deaths that would occur nearby, gather as much information as she could from her visions and then the order would send the hunters out based on her direction. "I've been hunted ever since. I know the terror they must have felt." Maybe, without knowing it, Charity had been collecting black marks on her soul far longer than she'd realized. Snapping out of her random burst of guilty reflection, she forced the smile back on her lips. "I'm so glad you have found a way to serve the innocent. To Protect and Serve.... seems a fitting motto for you."
Charity's clothes were ratty and old, and there were smudges of dirt on her face and arms, but none of that bothered her in the slightest now that she'd found him again. She felt like a millions bucks after he embraced her, especially after learning he'd survived after all these years and had even made a meaningful life for himself. Health and happiness was all Charity could have wished for Faith, and it warmed her heart to know that he'd found it. It meant so much to her, more than she was able to articulate, that he credited her for part of his endurance. Charity knew better though- Faith was a good man, a devout man, and a survivor. In her bones she knew that he would have always found the strength to carry on and fight for what was right because that was who he was. Still, she was grateful for the opportunity to help him in that venture so he would always know how deeply he was loved.
Charity frowned at the mention of a cure, a source of uneasiness forming inside her heart. She knew of people, rare as they may be, who could, in fact, cure the supernatural of the magic that bound them into immortality, but it was always with catastrophic consequences. It was always the children of great magic wielders from opposite sides of the good and evil spectrum that possessed these gifts. They were a living representation of the balance between heaven and hell, what was meant to be and what could never be. Often the people who possessed such powers had an exceptionally short lifespan because they were hunted and killed out of fear. Once, she'd met a man who was the child of a shaman and a demon, and he possessed that very gift, but after Charity knew the price he would have to pay for such a gift, she never could justify using it. In that particular case, the gift came with a one-time-use policy, meaning that in the moments he would cure someone of their immortal life, he would lose his own and perish. He had been killed by a hunter before he'd ever even had the chance to contemplate such a sacrifice. It was clear to Charity that Faith was in the dark about such gifts, and it broke her heart to know that he could have found his answers long ago... but for the time being, she felt it might be better to keep silent on the matter entirely, choosing only to bury her face in his chest.
"Faith," she said, shaking her head and finally pulling away from their embrace. "You really don't need to do that, offer me your home. I have lived on my own for such a long time... I know how to survive out here." Although, she had to admit to herself that the thought of a warm shower sounded like absolute heaven on Earth. Still, she was a humble creature and hated to cause any extra difficulties for her friend Charity wiped the tears from her eyes and a friendly smile crept on her lips. "I don't want to burden you, especially not so soon after being reunited." She stood in front of him and dusted off her pants, reached out her hand to him to help him up as well. "You must be famished, though, and weary. I can walk you home or... at least to your car or the bus... make sure you arrive safely. You should eat and rest... the moon must have taken a lot out of you." She wasn't planing on leaving the city anytime soon, too eager to spend time with him to fade away just yet. She would extend her stay as long as she was able, overjoyed to have him in her life again. ||TAG:FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 1465 ||CLOTHES || ||NOTES:sorry it's so freaking long TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @adoxography
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Apr 29, 2016 13:25:51 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on Apr 29, 2016 13:25:51 GMT -6
I'll never be the same I'm caught inside the memories, the promises are yesterdays and I belong to you. I just can't walk away 'cause after loving you I can never be the same.
Centuries had passed, and apart of himself was persevered. Even in his darkest hours, Faith still carried on. He reached for the stars, and the heavens. Something kept him going. It was the lessons that he had learned through the Order. His father had been strong willed, and kept going on when times got tough. From an early age, Faith was trained in the art of weapon training. His father had hoped to make a brave, and resistant man out of his son. His mother, had been a cleric in the Order, and she had nurtured her son on a mental level. Both of his parents, played different roles, but because of them-- Faith had evolved into a fighter. Even after the Order had exiled him, rather then condemn him to death. Faith had to survive, he needed to live. Even with the curse of his back. He would live, for his parents, Charity, and his comrades. Everything in a single night had been taken from him. He often blamed himself for his father’s death. If he hadn’t been so careless, and passionate about his role as a hunter, then maybe he could have saved his father’s life. It haunted him, in the darkest reaches of his being. He felt untold guilt. Guilt that often straggled him without hesitation or mercy. It was living with two burdens. Even thought he put up a brave face, Faith was more broken then he’d like to admit. It was the reason for why he worked late nights at the police station. Anything to prevent the memories from coming back. Truth be told, he hadn’t slept peacefully for so many centuries. Apart of him, yearned for a blessed sleep. A sleep, so deep and long that it would restore apart of his soul. Even with the guilt, he was still a man bound by his linage and honor. He had made so many promises. To Ava, and Theo, now he would once again make a promise to the women that helped him grow as a person. Charity, she was once again brought back into his life. For better, or worse. He’d do anything to see her happy.
Probably one of his biggest weaknesses was the heart that beat so gradually in his chest. At one time, he had closed it off. After joining the police force, and coming back into his own, and becoming friends with several people. Faith was once again back to his old self. His heart wasn’t black, and he often put others before himself. His needs, and wants could be less important. In the depths of his mind, he knew that this was the reality. After all, people like Faith could merely be sparks in a darkened world. A lot of darkness existed, and people often drowned in it. People like Charity, and Faith represented the light side of the world. The light that god had intentionally brought from the heavens. Even thought Faith found himself questioning the lord’s design. Faith believed firmly in destiny and fate. It wasn’t a strange occurrence that he’d meet a familiar face from the past. Sooner or later, Faith was going to be force to face all of his demons. Perhaps, just perhaps, he wouldn’t have to do it alone. He’d been bracing himself for the storm for so long. His resistant nature, ensured that he’d be able to bounce back, but now he was uncertain if he could heal, after all the old wounds began to reopen.
His mind, had so many thoughts on it. He wanted to cry, smile, and open up on so many topics, but he held the tears back. Rather, joy overcame all the other emotions. Joy to see the person who he loved most before himself. It was a different love when it came to Ava, she was more of a sister. However, both were kindred spirits. Spirits that Faith would willingly lay down him life for. As Charity offered him a hand, Faith took it to stand. His feet still shook, and he attempted to balance himself. Physical weakness, and impairments started to hit him. He sighed softly, and gently grasped Charity’s hand. Part of being a lycan that often took it out of him, was the transformation during the full moons. The lunar afflictions. Transformation back to human form, left him weary and completely out of order. So many times, he had needed to transform away from people. He posed a threat to humanity, and the mortal realm. He could barely think of the thought, of turning a mortal, then baring the brutal reality of changing another’s person reality. So things, are best left hidden away from prying eyes. He had enough blood on his hands.
He glanced at Charity, and finally stood up. He softly spoke, a calmness overtaking his voice. “I would love it, if you walked home with me. I left my vehicle at the police station.” He incurred furthermore, “It least come to my apartment, and I can offer you a hot shower, and a place to rest for a little while yourself.” He spoke the truth, Faith rarely s “Besides, I left my wallet and other belongings at the apartment.” He kept smiling, and walked a couple of inches near her. Gently, he caressed her hand with his thumb. Faith,was indeed happy to have another person back in his life. With his sugarcoated anything. He was honest, and usually upfront with people when it came to circumstances.reed hand, he revealed an old wooden crucifix from around his neck. He spoke softly, and clearly. “ Do you remember this? You gave it to me. I haven’t lost it.”
It was a memento from the past. It was one of the few things that kept Faith motivated during dark times. When they had first met, she’d given it to him for being her protector. At first, Faith hadn’t wanted anything to do with it. All the promises he had made, he’d sworn on his crucifix. When he hunted in the past, he kept it with him. It carried him so far away from the dangers of the world. It represented an important part of his soul. It was a forgiveness that kept him going. For Faith, Charity held a grace that he himself had fallen from. He’d had lost his way, with only his heart to be as a compass. It guided him to those that needed him. It helped him deal with loss, and grief. When he watched his family, gradually die of. It had hit him that immortality could be a blessing and curse. Faith, viewed it as more a curse then anything else. He kept living while others died. He couldn’t be killed by normal circumstances. Even in the early day, Faith hadn’t feared death. Probably one of the reasons for why he had acted so reckless in the past. He was still a hunter, and a detective. Wholeheartedly, Faith still had the experience of killing beneath his belt. Even thought he carried a badge and a gun, Faith was sworn to severe and protect those who needed it.
Somehow, he had managed to find a balance between both roles. Although, he did much more protecting then killing. Of late, lycan and vampire attacks had increased. It caused panic and hysterics. Faith was determined to prevent more damage then needed. He was always in the aftermath of the local lycan pack. An uneasiness existed amongst the factions. Those that worked with the police department wanted to end the senseless violence, but that was more another time. He locked eyes with Charity and spoke clearly, “I could use a hot cup of coffee.” He laughed softly, and gently pulled her back into a hug. Softly, he whispered into her ear, “Thank you, for walking back into my life.”
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May 20, 2016 20:10:31 GMT -6
Post by CHARITY MOIBEAL on May 20, 2016 20:10:31 GMT -6
starts off soft and sweet And turns them to hunters. A man who's pure at heart and says his prayers at night may still become a wolf when the autumn moon is bright
The vampire's soft brown eyes lingered on the crucifix he'd pulled from under his shit. "Of course I remember," she said, smiling softly and reaching up to examine the small wooden trinket in her fingers. "I remember making this, my very first." Often Charity had been faced with an abundance of time on her hands, and so some of the nuns there taught her how to whittle, a task both tedious ad time consuming, but well worth it when the finished product revealed itself. "Never did I think you'd keep it after so long... it'd such a silly little thing, really." She placed it back on his chest, her fingers resting over the wooden Jesus figure, and then smiled up at Faith. "I'm glad you kept it, though. It's like you've had a part of me with you all along. Jut as it should be."
Charity had always been timid by nature, but time had only amplified that side of her. She was skittish, easy to run away at any sign of danger should it present itself. She didn't trust anyone she met, knowing full well how many people would rather see her dead than alive. It was true that she believed in the goodness in the world and how people, especially supernatural ones, could be such bright lights of positivity, but she wasn't entirely naive. If there was one thing she learned in this life, it was that the violent few made the peaceful majority irrelevant. So much pain could be cause by an individual, and it would take ten others to even begin to fix the pain that was cause. She knew this to be true of the world. Yet, as distrusting as she was, Faith washer absolute exception. He had never betrayed her, had never let her down. He was her best friend, the one she could turn to when she doubted herself. Just as she knew the world to be awful, she knew Faith to be good. And wow, was she so glad to have him back.
She wrapped her arms around herself, saying,"Well, I guess a shower would be pretty nice." It was in her nature not to want to impose on him, but the thought of having a roof over her head a place other than the forest floor to sleep sounded like absolute heaven. Her face and overall self was covered in dirt and cobwebs and other things, and she looked generally unkempt. Having hot water run over her back, having access to soap and shampoo... yeah, that was a little slice of heaven. She couldn't help the eager smile that spread over her face. She took Faith's hand, and then said, "Just a moment, let me fetch my clothes." And she did just that, releasing him and scooping up the duffle bag that carried all of her tattered clothing, and then rejoined him in only a moment afterwords.
"I never liked the taste of coffee," she replied to him, thinking about her limited experiences with the beverage. "Tea seems to suit me better, I think. More soothing, I suppose." After all the last thing she needed was caffeine in her system to make her more jittery than she actually was. She was surprised at his sudden hug, and laughed in momentary bewilderment, and then returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around him, listing to his words and giggling at them. "Technically," she responded, her voice had a note a cheeriness it had lacked for a very long time, "It was you who stumbling back into mine." When finally the hug ended, she took his hand, intertwining her fingers with his. It was a simple gesture, one that to her was comforting and a significant sign of their closeness. She looked up at him, and chirped, "Lead the way, kind sir.". ||TAG:FAITH BLACKFEATHER ||WORD COUNT: 640 ||CLOTHES || ||NOTES: i went from them being too long to too short..... TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @adoxography
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May 22, 2016 20:57:37 GMT -6
Post by FAITH BLACKFEATHER on May 22, 2016 20:57:37 GMT -6
And they say that a hero could save us I'm not gonna stand here and wait I'll hold on to the wings of the eagles Watch as we all fly away
OOC: Not my best post, but hope you like it!
Nothing could have made his transformation back to human form more worthwhile. Usually, he would stumbled through the woods in a dazed state, or remain in wolf form-- once he regained control over the wolf. Usually, he was more prepared. He tended to leave clothing in the place that he changed into the wolf. However, this time he had managed to get himself turned around, and lost in the woods. Meeting Charity, again was definitely beyond the circumstances. It had been fate, that brought them back together. In his own mind, Faith, was thanking God, or the universe for aligning their paths again. Against all odds, apart of his past was right in front of him. She was the missing link. Charity, was literally everything that he had left. She understood Faith better, then anyone else. Even more, then Ava and Theo, or Ade-- his partner.
For years, he had kept quite about his lycanthropy, Stayed in the dark, about what he was. His immortality had been the bane of his existence. What was the point in being immortal, if you had to watch the one’s you love die? What was the purpose? Faith questioned his own existence. Battled with the wolf, but thing were beginning to change over time. He was starting to accept the wolf If Charity could accept him as he was, then why couldn’t he choose to embrace the part of himself that he had long denied for centuries. Even his pelt in wolf form, was pure white. His eyes matching the same coloration of gold for a few mere seconds as he listen to Charity talk. It was a good thing, and they slowly changed back to the earthy brown coloration. He smiled through it all. Enjoying her warmth, and comfort. As she entwined her fingers within his hand, he gently gave her hand a gentle squeeze. An entire part of his soul, had been restored. It wasn’t a chance that they had met again. Gently, he pulled them toward a pathway that cut through the middle of the woods.
He spoke softly, and with genuine love for his closet friend. “Truth be told, I did walk back into your life. However, I believe that fate was in our favor.”. he offered her a warm laugh. As they walked side by side, hand entwined, he spoke with enthrallment, “Good things come to those that wait.” He continued to speak, and admiration and warmth covered his vocals. “I missed our long conversations. When we would stay up, late into the night. Talking about our hopes, aspirations, and dreams. I suppose those are the things that have kept me going all these years, Charity.” It was the truth. Faith still dreamed, but his dreams often brought him back to the past. He couldn’t change his careless mistakes. Being bitten by the wolf, and becoming a lycan hadn’t been apart of the plan. In fear, his family and the Church elders banished him. With enough supplies, he had lived on his own for a great amount of time. It brought so many memories, but his faith had never wavered. He needed to be strong, he needed to face his fears head on. Charity, was one of the people that he thought of in desperate hours.
Sun cascaded through the canopy of trees, and birds sang the morning songs. He could both smell the morning dew, and hear the squirrels growing restless through the trees. With it also came questions, odd ones at that. His gaze focused on Charity as they walked beneath the mantle of late spring weather. He cleared his throat, “So, tell me. How exactly are you able to walk in the sunlight? You don’t own any wiccan enchanted items, do you? Most vampires, I’ve run across can’t withstand the sun.” It was a modest statement, but it amazed the wolf that she was indeed a rarity. She had been bestowed an amazing gift. Many of whom, would be envious of her abilities. He continued to speak, “Because, I can barely fathom it. You’re still the same, and loving person that I remember.”
For once, Faith was looking at the future. He could see with renewed hope. The world didn’t seem so dark anymore. Glimmers of hope existed, and Faith was one of the few people that sought light in the darkness. For him, it came in many different forms. It was one of the reasons that he had been a hunter in the past. He wanted for goodness, and lawfulness to shine above everything else. He had yearned to make the world a much better place to live in. The Order of the Light, back in Russia, and crumbled underneath the way of contradictions and corruption. Charity, was one of the people that Faith fought for. Even now as a detective for the police department, he received the same merits and honor. To protect and severe was the thing that he followed most. If he could enforce the law, he expected others to follow it as he did. Regardless if they were merely mortal, or supernatural. In the past, he had killed those that broke the balance, and the law. If someone proved to be far to dangerous, Faith terminated them. He wasn’t against doing what he had perceived to be right. Last month, he had solved a series of women going missing. It turned out to be a vampire, who was adducting women. Keeping them alive, long enough so that he would have a fresh source of blood to drain. Faith, couldn’t arrest the man, thus he was force to deal his other hand.
Patiently, he returned back the present. His eyes never falling from Charity. Seeing her against all odds brought a renewed vigor to the werewolf. Someone, who would love him unconditionally. He kept no secrets from her, and he awaited her response, by merely letting silence fill the gap. He listened carefully, and made sure to be extremely empathetic.
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