Twilight: BDB Unbound Style ~ Story Line

Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it onto the blog.

In this one, Autumn experiences Twilight for the very first time. Tohrment and Lassiter?  Joins the ride!

Originally posted: January 27th, 2013

Who nominated it:  Autumn

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XOXO!

The Unbound Team ♥

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Autumn Ghardian

*Putting the DVD into the player and handing the remote to Tohrment, I sit down next to him and cuddle up.* Remember it was my turn to pick, so no grumbling. *As he wraps his arm around me I check the bowl of popcorn.* Do you think this is gonna be enough? *I laugh as you shrug. The first preview starts to play.* Are we gonna watch the previews or should we wait for Lassiter?

Lassiter Ghardian 

*I stroll in with my arms full of goodies and laughs as I see the menu box* Oh Tohrment Ghardian! You ARE gay! Food's here, but Sour Patch Kids are mine!

Tohrment Ghardian 

*I groan loudly. And groan again, dodging as Autumn swats me.* Really, Autumn? We're watching this shit? And shut the fuck up, Lassiter. Throw me some of those junior mints. *I relax and let Autumn snuggle up next to me.* Be prepared, love. This is gonna be a hot fucking mess.

Autumn Ghardian 

*The movie finally starts. I turn and look at Tohr who is tossing back the candies and turn to Lassiter who is rattling a bag. I watch as the screen shows a human girl holding a cactus and she's talking but her mouth isn't moving on the screen.* Does she talk like that thru the entire movie? *I reach for a bag of m&m's.*

Lassiter Ghardian 

You haven't seen this? Oh, Twi-virgins! What fun! *I sit up, chewing my candy* Yes-she's all sad about leaving Phoenix, but that's really acting. I mean, Phoenix sucks. Then, she heads out to Forks, where dear-ole-Dad is, and then you know...she runs into you guys...

Tohrment Ghardian 

Us guys? Uh, hell no. *Autumn looks up at me.* He means vampires, love. And I don't care what anyone says, those are not fucking vampires. *We watch as Bella starts school in Forks.* And I hate to say it, but I'm not a Twi-virgin, asshat. Rhage is a closet Twilight fan and he had it on in the game room last week.

Lassiter Ghardian 

Annnd here you are, watching it again. Nice. Don't EVER make fun of my Maury again. and they drink blood so, yeah-they are vampires.

Autumn Ghardian 

*Watching as Bella meets the Cullens. Seeing the one with the big hair stop the truck.* Well they obviously are not real vampires. He's in the sun, and they are going to school with humans. This must be a comedy. *Waiting for it to get funny.*

Lassiter Ghardian 

*staring at Alice* What?

Tohrment Ghardian 

Nope, not a comedy, love. *We watch as Bella goes dress shopping with some girls.* Kristen Stewart makes me fucking crazy. She's too fidgety or something. And look at that Edward. He's as pale as Lassiter.

Tohrment Ghardian 

What, what, Lassiter? She's pretty hot, really. For a fake vamp.

Lassiter Ghardian 

*flipping my hair* I'm a perfectly perfect shade of gold-says the tanning lady at my salon. She's a hottie-I'd do her. *grabbing the Red Hots*

Autumn Ghardian 

*Rolling my eyes and watching Edward lead Bella into the woods. Thinking this is a point where he bites her. I laugh out loud at the site of him sparkling. I cover my mouth and laugh.* Really? He shines bright like a diamond. *I elbow Tohr as I laugh*.

Lassiter Ghardian 

Bor-ring. I like Victoria too. I want that shawl.

Tohrment Ghardian 

Sparkling. Give me a fucking break. *I reach over and throw popcorn at Lass.* Quit flipping your hair around. You're gonna get it in the food. And you wouldn't look good in that shawl. It'd clash with your eye make up.

Lassiter Ghardian 

*does a Madonna 'Vogue' move around my face* Pleassseee-this is all natural, and don't hate be because I'm beautiful. *flips my hair right into your candy* Mine. now.

Autumn Ghardian 

*Emmett and the other Cullens play baseball.* Speaking of hot. His name was Emmett right? *Looking at Lassiter grin and Tohr narrow his eyes.* Where is the soda?

Lassiter Ghardian 

THAT, would be Tohrment Ghardian's contribution? *lifts a brow* Better have Wild Cherry Pepsi under that bed.

Tohrment Ghardian 

*I look around for the soda and see only beer.* Try one of these, A. You might like it and it might make the movie better. *We watch the Cullens play baseball.* I like this music, tho. It could be Lass's theme song.

Lassiter Ghardian 

*shrugs* Muse? I could do better.

Tohrment Ghardian 

Like what?

Lassiter Ghardian 

Hold on-let me go grab my back-up band. I'll see if Gabriel and Luke are still up.

Autumn Ghardian 

*I take the beer and toss it back.* Yuck. *I take another sip and shrug and look back at the screen. Again with the monologue.* So, this is all these vampires do? *I take another swig*

Autumn Ghardian 

The beer isn't helping and you two are worse than kids. *I grab the remote and turn it up.*

Tohrment Ghardian 

Apparently. And they don't eat, either. Just all blood, all the time. *A looks at me like I"m crazy.* And it's animal blood, too.* I grab the M&MS from Lass.* And you WISH Gabriel and Luke were even talking to you, let alone singing back up.

Lassiter Ghardian 

Hey-not my fault I'm the lead singer and I get all the chicks. Posers.

Tohrment Ghardian 

Posers? The archangel? Give me a break. *The Cullens go on the run with a helpless Bella. I want to smack her because she's not stepping up and taking care of shit on her own.*

Lassiter Ghardian 

Have you seen the way the guy dresses? So 1970.

Tohrment Ghardian 

Sorry, not hanging out with the celestial folk, dude. *I pass him another beer.*

Lassiter Ghardian 

Good thing -you dress badly enough already. Cheers!

Autumn Ghardian 

*Trying to hard to focus on what the movie is saying I give up and take another swig and a handful of popcorn.*

Tohrment Ghardian 

Fucker. *A looks up.* Not you, sweetheart. *Oh, that James guy is king of the assholes. Watch what they do to him. Epic.

Lassiter Ghardian 

Alice gives him head.Well, HIS head. Haha!

Tohrment Ghardian 

*I spit out my drink.* Good one! *leans over to give the angel a high five*

Lassiter Ghardian 

*high-fives T*

Autumn Ghardian 

*rolling my eyes completely confused on the movie and the conversation between the two males I sit back and start to sing.* Shine bright like a diamond *And giggle.*

Tohrment Ghardian 

Autumn? Shit, Lass, I think she's had one too many beers.

Autumn Ghardian 

Nah, pass me another. *Thinking about another movie.* Doesn't the next one have wolves in it? I'm sure Rhage has that one too. Think he'll let me watch it?

Tohrment Ghardian 

I'm sure he will, A. *I look over at the angel, who is gathering his shit up.* What? You're not staying for the next one?

Lassiter Ghardian 

Oh yeah, and you're her "shiny new toy." I'm outie! *blows A and kiss* Have a good night, kids!

Tohrment Ghardian 

*I watch as Lassiter waves and exits. I start to say something to Autumn about asking Rhage for the next movie but look down to see she's fallen asleep against me. All in all, a good evening.*~

XOXO!

Vishous recalls the first time he ever had sex ~ Story Line

Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it onto the blog.

In this one, Vishous remembers what it was like his very first time.  Unfortunately, it wasn't all wine and roses.

Originally posted: January 8th, 2013

Who nominated it:  Jane

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XOXO!

The Unbound Team ♥

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Vishous Ghardian

*Stepping into the room and letting out a slight sigh as the humid, chlorine filled air hits me. Walking over to the edge of the pool I remain there, gazing into the crystal clear water. My mind taking me back to a rougher time...a time before that meat sack Manny, before my Jane, before I knew about mine twin Payne. A time when all I knew was the feeling of hunger, pain and a longing for a mahmen who cared for me. What a fucking load of bull shit that was...if I knew then what I know now I....I would have never survived. As I continue to stare into the water I'm transported back to that cruel hell hole disguised as the Bloodletter's camp.*

Vishous Ghardian 

*It had been three days since my transition and true to my blood line my new body was tall, muscular and built to kill. As was customary for all newly transitioned males there was to be a fight...of course they were normally between two newly transitioned males around the same height and weight but not mine. My father, if you could even call him that, had planned for me to fight the second strongest and deadliest male in the camp. His reasoning was not known though I believed it was to show me some kind of lesson. The Bloodletter had been even harder on me since the day he burned my books, the day I lost all emotion and became an empty shell. As I sat in the cave I watched the pre-trans as they squabbled over something trivial while waiting for the sun to go down. They kept their distance, as did everyone in the camp...I was as much an outsider as a full fledged male as I was an insignificant pre-trans. My diamond eyes shifted to the edge of the cave as I heard a whistle...the sign that it would soon be dark....the sign that tonight festivities would soon begin....the sign that I must fight....or die because loosing....was not an option....not for me.*

Vishous Ghardian 

*As the sun continued to set the mood in the cave had shifted. Everyone, warriors and pre-trans alike, would be there tonight. They all wanted the same thing....to watch me loose. My icy eyes glance up as a pre-trans comes close...well closer then anyone else...and informs me that The Bloodletter say's it is time. Rising to my feet, my hand shoots out to grip the wall as I sway. I was still not fully used to my new body which made simple coordination difficult. Once steadied, I made my way to the mouth of the cave, soaking in the view around me, inhaling the cool air allowing it to fill my lungs. Nodding as I hear another pre-trans come to get me. Looking at what I'm sure is my last at the world out there before turning and following the pre-tans into the belly of the cave. Wrinkling my nose slightly as the deeper we go into the cave the stronger the smell of sweat and blood mixed with rotting flesh and bowel extract. Lit by torches along the wall I see the circle in which the battle would play out this evening with the Bloodletter in his "throne". The look of pure malicious joy upon his face would be enough to make anyone slink away...anyone with anything to loose that is.*

Vishous Ghardian 

*As I arrive the circle of males parts for me and I move to the center of the circle. My diamond eyes moving to meet the identical set upon the Bloodletter's face. Watching as his light up indicating my opponent has arrived, I turn my gaze from my sire to that of the male opposite me. He was large, not necessarily taller then me but definitely more stout. Not fat though, all of him was pure muscle and having been trained by the Bloodletter he was nothing but pure rage and maliciousness. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife and hear a hair fall on the floor with the silence as all eyes bore down on us. With a raise of his hand the Bloodletter begins the fight and both my foe and I bow respectfully towards each other. I rise quickly from the bow and instantly regret it as I become dizzy. Fucking new body. That's all my opponent needs as he takes his first swing, his fist colliding with my side and a groan escaping my lips while the crowd bursts into cheers and various curses directed at me.*

Vishous Ghardian 

*Steadying myself on my feet and taking a good look at my opponent. It is then that I see the smug confidence that will be his downfall...stealing a glance at my sire I see the same look. They think this will be an easy one two done. No. I refuse to give them that satisfaction. I right myself and get into a fighting position as I see the look of confusion momentarily flash through his eyes before he to, gets into a fighting stance. Blocking a few of his punches before I go for one of my own, my fist making contact with his shoulder. Watching as he takes one step back before retaliating with a blow of his own. Grunting as it hits me in the jaw and I fall back. Quickly looking around I see a stone and grab it just as the huge male jumps on top of me. I take the stone and slam it into his skull. Hearing the gasp from the crowd as they didn't expect that. My opponent's hands go to shield his face and it's then that I take my move. Something inside of me snaps and I land blow after blow into his chest, his gut, his face. My fists covered with his blood as it covers his face...the only thing causing me to stop is the sound of my sire's voice as he says "enough".*

Vishous Ghardian 

*Looking around at the eyes of the onlookers and seeing the look of shock and some of fear. My chest rising and falling with each breath as I drop the stone next to the bloodied body that used to be a grand warrior. I turn to take my leave when the Bloodletter stops me by saying my name. It is the first I have ever heard him speak it aloud. I turn my icy stare to meet his as he gets a smug smirk on that mug of his. Other's would mistake that look for that of pride but not me, I know that look could only mean one thing. Challenge...accepted. My stomach curdling as I hear the fucker speak the unimaginable. "Take thee thy right by winning warrior." You could practically feel the poison drip off the last word as he spoke. I knew what he meant of course, it was a well known fact that after an altercation such as this that the winner would emasculate the looser in the best way possible. I watched as a couple of the pre-trans, alright more like half a dozen, positioned the bloody pulp that was once a reviled warrior into the position before they took their place amongst the on-lookers.*

Vishous Ghardian 

*I stared at the male as he knelt completely vulnerable before me. I could feel the icy stare of my sire on the back of my neck as I hesitated. Could I honestly do this? Could I humiliate this male who had done no true wrong to me other then follow orders? It is then that I realized....were the roles reversed, were it me in his place and he in mine there would be no hesitation. He would have humiliated me and taken from me what he could and have been on his way. A low growl escaping my chest as I walk up behind him and lower the pants that were supplied to me upon my transition. Positioning myself at his hole I paused for a brief moment before inserting myself into him. Clenching my jaw at the sensations....fuck if I thought my first time would be like this but so it was. I slowly began to move in and out of him before quickly picking up the pace. It didn't matter to me his gurgled cries of pain as he scraped at the dirt ground. I pounded harder and harder into his hole until at last I came. Upon pulling out the poor sap fell to the ground, his breathing ragged but even in total defeat he showed no sign of weakness. It was the Bloodletter's training at its best, even in defeat you act as if you've won.*

Vishous Ghardian 

*As I slowly come back to the present I can still smell the mixture of blood and sex, see the look on the Bloodletter's face. Shutting my eyes tight and running my leather clad glove over my face as I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Fuck with everything I've gone through...everything I've survived I can deal with a tiny vow about getting on with that meat sack Manny true? Leaping off the edge of the pool and lifting my arms over my head before I hit the water. The warm liquid surrounding my form as I fall deeper and deeper into the depths before swimming up to the top. Breaking free and taking a deep breath. I can do this. For Payne. For Cop. For my Jane. I can put up with the human...I -need- to. Pushing off the wall and beginning my laps, clearing my head with each stroke of my arm through the water.* ~

XOXO!

Qhuinn has a nightmare ~ Story Line

Dear Challa's,

Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it onto the blog.

In this one, Qhuinn has a nightmare of an alternate future... which involves Lash.

Originally posted:  January 16th, 2013

Who nominated it:  John Matthew

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XOXO!

The Unbound Team ♥

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Qhuinn Ghardian

*It's been a brutal work out session. Pushing past my usual limits, my muscles scream for relief. I've been hiding down here for the past two hours, hiding from the pregnant female I share a suite with. Damn, I don't know what happened - she was sweet one moment, talking about the baby kicking, and next she was staring at my with murderous intentions. I'm feeling more and more out of my league and I wish I could make this easier for her.* What I need is a fucking instruction manual for this! *I let out a tired breath, speaking to myself. I should get showered up and see if she's calmed down. Laying back on the weight bench, I close my eyes. Maybe after I take a small nap. Get my energy back for another possible battle. I chuckle as my body relaxes. What the fuck happened to my happy Layla?"

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*** DREAMING ***

*There's a noise. I recognize it but it still confuses me. A baby's cry, a sound I haven't heard for a while. Young Nalla is older and babies in the Manse? But there's no denying the screaming young has woken me. They sound angry? Hungry? Lonely? I don't know. Why isn't anyone helping them? I sit up and look around. I'm still in the training room and the wailing seems to bounce of the wall - echoing louder and louder.*

Hello?

*No one answers. There's a feeling inside my chest. A tug and pull. An urgency that is building alongside the baby's cries. Placing my hand on my chest, it's heavy and uncomfortable. It comes with the thought "Find your child, Q. They need you."

This is my young? Yes. I can feel it. The bond is familiar now and blazing. Something is wrong and I promised. I promised I would always be there.*

Where are you, precious one? I'm coming.

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*Scanning the area, I don't see anything out of the norm. Just the usual weight equipment and mats. I can't tell where the crying is coming from, only that it's not in this room. It's .... over there.

A faint glow of light flickers from the locker area. Where the showers are and taking a few furtive steps forward, I can now here the echo from each cry bouncing off tiled surfaces. The young is there and there is no break in the screams. They sound desperate. Terrified. It strikes fear in me.*

Any one here? Layla?

*Where is Layla? I can't imagine her being far from our young. Did she have the baby already? I try remembering but the details are jammed. I can't think beyond the constant wailing. I saw her earlier. She was still pregnant. She'd just seen Doc Jane and there was no talk of an early delivery. Did she miscarry? Is the baby living its last seconds?*

FUCK!

*I race toward the showers, my feet pounding as loud as my heart. I come to a screeching halt. There on the wall. Fuck off. That's not ... is it?*

Blood

*A blood hand print smeared into a long trail. I instinctively reach for my daggers and come back empty.*

FUCK!

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I can't take my gaze off the blood. Whose is it? It bombards my senses - teases it and I know. I know who it belongs to. Layla*

LAYLA! Baby girl, answer me please!

*I start running, ignoring the increase in blood. It's also on the floor and soon I see foot prints. Bright red staggering footprints. I need a weapon. I need something. The endless crying of my young heightens my awareness, pushing me straight into warrior mode. Whoever has done this. Whoever has dared to threaten what is mine WILL. DIE.*

Show yourself. Coward.

*I enter the showers and the blood scent is like a brick wall. Layla. My beautiful friend and mother of my child lies crumpled in a heap. Broken. Bleeding. Her soft white nightgown is scarlet red, vivid against the stark whiteness of tile. My eyes refuse to believe what I'm seeing. Layla. My Layla. Where is my child? Crying. Always crying.*

Layla! Speak to me.

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I crouch beside her. There's so much blood. There's the faintest of whimpers but she's already turning blue. I move her, trying to access the damage. Where the fuck is all the blood coming from? My hands start checking her body, shifting her gown. Then I see. I see where the death blow was dealt. Death because there is no way I can save her from this horror.

My hands are covered in her life essence. I stare at her stomach, the place where the beloved young once rested, cradled. Nurtured. She was already showing and I can still remember the joy of placing my fingers on her bump and feeling movement. My hands shake as I reach out ... and find nothing. No bump. No sign that she is pregnant.

And still the crying continues. It shreds my nerves.*

Where is the baby, Layla?

*I pick her up and cradle her in my lap. Her breathing is labored, unsteady, faltering. Her eyes are slowly emptying, her life slipping away. Her lips are coated with blood and they move ever so slightly. A word. My Layla is trying to speak and I raise her face to mine, hoping to catch it before she fades. Nothing*

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I couldn't protect you, baby girl. Sorry I couldn't be what you want.

*I feel a faint wisp of air. A last breathe and with it a name. The one responsible for this.*

Lash.

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*Lash? What the fuck does he have to do with this? He's dead. I stabbed him once, right here in this spot. It was his blood everywhere. It was his death that changed my life and set the ball rolling. His death that gave my life purpose. His death that put me in the path to being with Layla in her needing. The fucker is long gone. Surely Layla was mistaken.

I gently try to rouse her again but her head topples backward. Her mouth open. Her eyes both returning a death stare. Her warm body already sending a chill through my grip. She's gone. Dead. Alone and unprotected.

I lay her back down and I see her stomach better. The blood isn't from between her legs. It's from her abdomen. Ignoring her last utterance, I rip the material from her body and gag at the sight. The horrendous sight.

Layla didn't give birth. No. The baby was ripped from her body. Something ... someone had descreated her by tearing her open and removing my young. Bile rises in my throat. Horror catches my breath. Rage fuels my vision.

Some. fucker. violated. her.

Some. fucker. stole. our. young. straight. from. her womb.

Some fucker.

Lash.

Crying breaks through the intensity. The maelstrom of emotions and fury. And laughter. Someone is laughing.

Lash*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

Welcome hello dumbfuck. You miss me?

*Lash. He's here with that same sick maniacal grin plastered on his smug asshole face. I raise to my feet, my fists clench, fury burning through my veins. Vengeance. Layla's blood screams for it. But first, my young*

Where. Is. My. Young. Fucker?

*My jaw is tight, my teeth clenched. I want to rip Lash apart with my bare hands. Only when I know my young is safe. Only when I can calm the relentless screams. Now I know why - they are frightened, alone, cold, ripped from the nurturing body of Layla. Lash with pay for this. Pay for eternity.*

You mean this? *Lash raises his left arm and from his hand dangles my child. A boy. A beautiful screaming boy. Mine. My boy. My only family. I reach again for my daggers, forgetting I'm weaponless and Lash laughs* Looking for this, Cock Sucking Asshat? *In his other hand, a dagger. THE dagger. The one I killed him with.* Sorry about the mess, but I was getting impatient, true? Couldn't wait a second longer. Needed to see what your bastard looked like and see? Just like his father ... a mismatched freak of fucking nature. Shall we do what your cowardly parents didn't have the guts for? Shall we, Qhuinny boy? Huh huh?

*Lash offers me the dagger, laughing before he reneges, whipping it back and pointing at my son*

Oh wait. Can I have the honors? You know, tit for fucking tat? I heard the blade just sliiiiidddeeesss in nicely like butter.

*I lunge forward but stop quickly. Lash nicks my son's skin, blood starting to drip. The crying intensifies. I need to be smart. I need to keep my word and protect my young*

Give. Me. My. Son. NOW.

*Lash shakes his head and slices my son again.

No? Be a pal, Q. I really really wanna see. Curiosity and all. *Lash pauses and I can't wait any longer. I throw myself forward*

Paybacks a bitch, you fucked up piece of shit. Time to send the bastard to its whore mother!

*I scream as I reach Lash too late.*

John Matthew Ghardian 

*Walking in to the training center, planning on getting a good work out, as I open the door.... What the fuck? *hearing the sounds of screaming and thrashing around. I see Qhuinn, on the weight bench. Getting to him a two long strides I shake his shoulder and give a soft whistle. His eyes fly open and he looks at me with such terror on his face.* ~asl~ Qhuinn, you okay man?

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I don't make it in time. My son, he kills my son and I couldn't stop him. I can protect John and Blay. The Brothers. The King. But not my precious child. I've failed.

I scream. Scream beyond breath. Scream beyond my rage and grief. I start shaking and ...

My eyes fly open and I'm staring into John's. Concern covers his features*

Qhuinn, you okay man?

*My heart is pounding. Was it a dream or reality. There's no blood. No sign of Lash. Nothing. Just me alone in the training room. Now with John*

F..u..ck...

*My voice is raspy. John watches me but I don't have words for him yet. No way of telling him.*

I need a drink. Or ten. Or twenty, feel me?

*He nods, and helps me up*

And we need to go see Layla. Now.

*He nods again, understanding. That's why I love this male. He's my best friend and he fucking gets it. Together we leave the room.

But my fear comes with me* ~

XOXO!

Wrath calls a meeting to get back Fritz ~ Story Line

Dear Challa's,

Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it onto the blog.

In this one, Wrath calls a Brotherhood meeting to see if there's any new Intel where Fritz is being held.  Tensions are high... 

Originally posted:  September 19th, 2012

Who nominated it:  Layla

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XOXO!

The Unbound Team ♥

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Wrathh Ghardian

*It's time to figure out our game plan. I sit back in my chair with Beth next to me. Butch beat everyone here. The rest trickle in. From the scent of Vishous' cancer sticks and Rhage's lollipops, to Payne's scent of sandlewood; from the cologne that Phury uses and the scent of apples that linger on Zszadist's breath to Xhex's spicy, prickly attitude, Tohrment and John's fresh smelling, affable love, and Blaylock's steadiness...my family gathers together to rescue to the one member that has pulled us all together: Fritz.* Family, grab some chair. We gotta figure out what the hell is going on, what to do about it, and where to go. Xhex, tell everyone what you told me about Xcor and how we know it's Fritz.

Xhex Ghardian 

*I lean back against a bookcase as everyone's eyes move toward me to find out what's going down.* Basically, I had an unexpected meeting with Xcor outside the IM. We exchanged words, the usual shit, then as his Bastards showed up, he told me to give Wrathh a message. He said W needed to keep an eye on everything he cares about because he was. I came back to the manse to meet with Wrathh and we started going over where everyone was and realized Fritz was missing.

Phury Ghardian 

*Thinking about the old doggen and this whole sitch, I allow my fury to fly* Yo, this sitch with Fritz may have been avoided *I glare coldly in the direction of Xhex.* If you would have just called in for back-up. What the fuck were you thinking female!* Noticing everyone’s eyes as they leave Xhex and turn to me, I throw my hands up in the air.* It’s the motherfucking truth!

Vishous Ghardian 

*Pulling out my hand rolled and placing it in my mouth. Seeing the head of the King turn in my direction, I shrug and put it back. Hearing Phury raise his voice, I shake my head* So Xhex, he gave you a warning, but you had no clue it was about Fritz, true? *looks at Phury* It could have meant anything or nothing. *shrugs thinking* I need some Grey Goose.

Xhex Ghardian 

*I hear John Matthew start growling next to me but I put my hand on his arm briefly and then I cross my arms.* At the risk of repeating myself...Fuck. You.* I shoot him a cold glare.* I don't answer to you. I scouted the sitch, I knew what I was doing, and I'm here. And Xcor had this planned before he saw me. We're wasting time Fritz doesn't have.

Zszadist Ghardian 

*Standing back with my arms crossed, impressed with my twins reaction but it must come naturally with the title. Arching my brow as Xhex responds. I just want to know when are we leaving to get him. Bottom line.* Xcor is a cryptic bastard.

Rhage Ghardian 

*Pulling out my lollipop, I smile at Phury and wink at Xhex* He is just telling you how much he cares!

Butch O'Neal Ghardian 

*Looking around and seeing that everyone is getting wound up over this whole Fritz going missing shit and we are all in close quarters* Guys, guys, calm the fuck down a bit, okay? This will not help Fritz if we are all going for each other throats, I understand we want him back here and to give Xcor and his bastards a slap around but think rationally *Looking over at Wrathh as I hear a growl brewing and can so feel the desk is about to get beaten*

Wrathh Ghardian 

*my growling turns into a snarl* What the FUCK is wrong with you shitheads? This is NOT about Xhex right now - it will be later. But for now? *I half stand and slam my fist down* We're focusing on the Bastards and getting Fritz back. Now, unless you dickheads start spouting out strategy, I'm going to go in alone and find him. *I sit back down and wait for their responses*

Blaylock Ghardian 

*I look around to Brother after shrink my shoulders with the King yelling at us. He's got the point and everybody is losing focus* Wrathh, my King. I do want to have a word now, if you, Sire, allows me.* As he nods I continue* Well, my Brothers, we have already notice he is missing and obviously Xcor and his bastards want a confrontation. Anyway, I do believe Vishous already is tracking Fritz's phone so we can position him. He is expecting the King to rescue his doggen and ambush us just like that day at Assail's house. I believe Xcor can be ambushed by us. Attract him and some of his bastards to a deal. When some of us go rescue Fritz, the others are taking care of Xcor. When they are apart they are not that strong.

Payne Ghardian 

*Watching all the commotion going on and seeing this is getting us nowhere, nodding as I hear Blaylock's words.* He is correct in what he is saying, we need to think of the best way to surprise them as we know they will have set a trap for us. *Just as I hear Wrathh clear his throat as to speak, I hear the doors open, we all stop to look seeing Layla and Qhuinn walk in.*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*Opening up the door, pulling Layla in behind me. Looking around the room at the Brothers, I nod in acknowledgement of each. I turn to the King* My Liege, Layla had a dream and she saw Fritz. I think she might be able to help us find him *hoping that the one pertinent bit of info that Layla was in the Meadow will be left out of the convo, I look at Layla over my shoulder and bring her more into the room*

Layla Ghardian 

*Slowly walking in behind Qhuinn, I can feel mine legs trembling beneath me. I look around the room and see that everyone is staring at me.Bowing mine head to the King* Sire, *still unsure of the importance of mine dream* I.. I dreamt that I was in a this large dark room and in the back corner of the room. There were many boxes and containers of many different sizes. I saw our beloved Fritz, tied up in a chair. *looking up at Qhuinn as he nods for me to keep going* He was being beaten! I could see many cuts and bruises around his face and they were asking him where you were and he refused to tell them. *looking at the Kings fist clenching* It was Xcor, and his men.

Wrathh Ghardian 

*standing up so fast, my chair topples over* Layla! You're sure of this dream? *turning my gaze towards Qhuinn's direction* How do we know that this dream is significant? *my heart tears and bleeds at the thought of Fritz getting hurt*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*shrugs* It seemed very vivid and with many deets. *looking at Layla, not wanting to say anymore* just seemed like it was more than what we had. If you don't think it is important, that is fine. But I wanted you to have all the info at your fingertips

Wrathh Ghardian 

*turning my head down towards my desk, I nod* It's more than anything we have. Layla, do you remember any other details? Locations, anything else stand out to you about the warehouse?

Layla Ghardian 

*lifting mine eyes* No sire. I only saw it from the inside. It was a very large room, with lots of shelves and boxes. So, it's true? Fritz is really missing? *leaning into Qhuinn's chest and he he genly put his arms around me. I begin to cry again* Please Qhuinn, can you take me to mine room?

Payne Ghardian 

*Watching as Layla goes to leave with Qhuinn, I look at Wrathh.* Wrathh, I will assume that I will no longer be needed. *Seeing him nod at me.* I will leave with Layla and Qhuinn then, if that is okay with you two? *Seeing them nod at me, I start to walk towards the door.* Please keep me informed of what is going on and if I am needed in some way. *Seeing Wrathh nod at me, I take my leave.*

Blaylock Ghardian 

*My eyes following Qhuinn and Layla leaving the room with Payne, I keep telling me to focus and overcome this shit. I'm not part of that. Shaking my head to vanish the damn thought and returning my attention to our meeting, I ask to speak again* Well, with this information we can at least start searching. Xhex could... *I look at JM and he nods* Xhex could take a look around the city during the day to check the warehouses. I'm quite sure there's not many outside. We could begin with that one we found him with his soldiers, Xhex! *She nods in agreement* And Vishous will keep trying to track his cell phone. I do not believe they will... *I can't pronounce the word "kill" so I hesitate and gasp* they will do something bad with Fritz. Xcor is smart enough for that. He wants a game. So a game will be played. But with our own rules.

Butch O'Neal Ghardian 

*Hearing Blaylock say what he does, I look at him* I agree, if we can get some sort of idea where those fuckers are, we can do what we need to do *Hearing the snorts and grunts around me* Okay, guys, no need for the animal impressions. *Suddenly feeling a dig in my arm, I turn to look at Vishous* What the fuck V! I was only trying to lighten it up in here a bit, damn, I know its serious but the tension in here is too much, true? *Hearing Wrathh say "He is right, save all this for the streets" I look over at V and grin* Hey, looks like I got the looks and the brains *Suddenly hearing Wrathh growl "Don't push it Cop!" I just shrug my shoulders* Okay, okay, I am gonna sit my ass down and be quiet okay.

Phury Ghardian 

*Feeling the emotional tension begin to ease in the study I stand back and intently listen to the others talk. I feel absolutely horrible for busting on Xhex the way I did. I don’t want her or anyone to get wounded or worse. I expect being the Primale has made me overly protective of females, and I lost sight of who she really is. I will make it right with her though.* Yeah, sounds like the start of a plan to me. Xcor will lose at his own game, and once again, he will know where the real authority lies, true?

Wrathh Ghardian 

*Beth holds my hand, rubbing it with her thumb. I'm barely holding myself back from heading out on the streets myself. Rubbing my temples with my other hand, I grimace* Get your asses out of here and don't come back until you find something concrete. Xhex, do your thing - same way when you found the rifle. The rest of you need to lay off her. Her independence can be dealt with by John. If he's got an issue with it, then so do we. Otherwise, fuck it. Now? Get out and find Fritz. *hearing them all make varying noises that mean they said yes, I lean my head back. I can't help but pray to the Scribe Virgin to keep Fritz safe until we can get to him. Hang in there, Fritz. Your family is coming for you.* ~

Qhuinn and Tohrment find a LITTLE surprise ~ Story Line

Dear Challa's,

Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it onto the blog.

In this one, Qhuinn and Tohrment run into a Bastard feeding.... amongst other things.

Originally posted: December 8th, 2012

Who nominated it:  John Matthew

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Qhuinn Ghardian

*It's been a surprisingly uneventful night. Patrolling with Tohrment on the east side of Caldwell, I'm just hoping the other Brothers are having more success. The streets are quiet, too quiet, and I feel like my daggers are burning a hole in my leathers - itching to plunge into the chest of a lesser. Or two. Or five. It's all good* Damn, is it just me or does it feel like we're in the wrong place? *My eye keeps scanning the area and all I see is stores closed up for the night. The heavy beat of base hits me as we turn the corner and I see a nightclub up ahead. People are trickling in and out but no tell tale whiff of sickly sweet powder. Passing the club's alleyway, movement catches my eye. Something way in the back. I pause for a moment, checking for danger but nothing. That is until I hear a muffled groan* Yo, wait up Tohr. I think we have something.

Tohrment Ghardian 

*I turn around and step closer to Qhuinn, listening carefully for whatever he's heard down the alleyway. Damn, there's something down there but for a moment I hear nothing to give me a clue. I nod at Qhuinn for us to take a few cautious steps when I finally hear the sound. I almost snort too loudly as I put a hand up.* Dude, you think you'd know moans of pleasure when you hear them, true? *You flip me off and I realize that's a fucking sort spot right now. I wave us forward to make sure it's nothing we can't handle--Fucking A, what is this? Looks like someone is feeding out in the open.*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I flip Tohr off, hoping like hell I don't show how close to home his comment hit. The nearer we get, the more I can hear it's someone fucking in the alleyway and not being hurt. Being celibate is kicking my ass but until I get who I want, my dick stays in my leathers. Letting Tohr take the lead, I hear another more familiar sound - a sucking kind of slurp and I gesture for Tohr to stop* Tell me that's not someone feeding. Fuck, it may be dark but what kind of fool would take such a risk?

Zypher Ghardian 

*As I grind deeper into the female and take my fill of her blood. I run my hands up and down her firm ass. This female feels so good soft and supple. I could fuck her all night without stopping. She is moaning with every movement I make inside her. I have her up against the wall as I push deeper and deeper in her. The whole time taking from her vein in her neck. I feel her shudder as she begins to orgasm..*

Tohrment Ghardian 

*I cock an eyebrow at Qhuinn as we move closer. It's a big fucking risk to feed in the open so it's either someone really drunk, high, or stupid. I can already tell it's a human being fed and that alone is dangerous. What if it goes too far? There'll be hell to pay from the civies and the vamps. I decide to do what I can to put a stop to it.* Hey, asshole! Get a room! *Sweet Scribe Virgin, I know this asshole.*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*We finally find the source of the noise - a couple fucking up against the side of the building, the guys head buried into the crook of the females neck. There's no mistaking her pleasure as her head tosses back and forth and the male keeps slamming into her. His momentum falters when Tohr yells and his features flash in the dim light of the alley. Fuck, it's a Bastard* Well well, Tohr. Looks like this bastard isn't the only one about to get lucky, true. *I take a step closer, ready to rip him away from his meal and save her. Her moans sound like soft whimpers now and who knows how much blood she's lost. I shove at the male hard, causing him to stagger back. I take in his disheveled appearance and laugh* Fuck, I almost feel bad for the ass kicking you're about to get. Put that damn thing away before I start to take pity on you. *I look to the glassy eyed female and shake my head* She must like it small, true?

Zypher Ghardian 

*As I stagger back I look up at the fucker who pushed me and interrupted my business. Well well if it it's not two of those cock sucking brothers *Rolls my eyes at the mention of my cock. I look down at mine cock and stuff it back in my leathers it strains against and I can barely get it back in.* Oh tell me mine ears did not hear this brother say my cock was small. *looks around and shakes head* Yes the light is not very good here, it is so dark. *GROWLS * Mine cock is not small. *chuckles and grins wickedly* I could fuck the whole entire female population and they would come back for more.

Tohrment Ghardian 

*I step a bit closer and help the female to sit down against the building because it's obvious the Bastard isn't going to do it.* Yeah, yeah, whatever. Zip up the fucking barn door, Bastard. *I stand back up and face the fucker as he straightens himself.* Having trouble there? Maybe Xcor could find you a cock you can actually see next time he's out instead of taking spines. *He flips me off and I just shrug. *Hey, asshole, what's the deal? Why are you fucking human females in an alley? Can't get any of our kind to look your way, is that it?

Zypher Ghardian 

*Chuckling at the audacity of this brother. They are all so fucking full of themselves." Tsk-tsk fucker I prefer the service of humans. They are are not so uptight as our kind or as the mayhaps the Chosen. The fucking brother that has the look like he hasn't gotten a piece of ass in what looks like a lifetime cocks his head at me as I mention the Chosen. * thinking to mineself I touched a nerve. *grinning*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I don't bother hiding my disgust at the Bastard. They are everything that's wrong with the Race, believing they act in the name in honor but their actions prove otherwise. Fuckers just need to get their asses handed to them and sent packing* Never. Ever. Speak of the Chosen with that dirty mouth of yours, feel me? *I take a step forward, my fists clenched tightly* You would never be worthy to stand in the same room as them. *I point at the slumped female* You can't even treat human females with respect. Fucking asswipe.

Tohrment Ghardian 

*I put an arm out to hold Qhuinn back because shit's getting real serious real fast. Much as I agree with him and I'd like to smash the fucker's face, we just can't start this shit, at least until Wrathh gives us the go ahead.* You wouldn't know how to treat the Chosen, Bastard. You're not fit to be in the same room with any of them, feel me? *I take a step closer to his face and lean in, careful to keep Qhuinn from letting loose on his ass.* You need to leave the humans and the Chosen alone, hear me? Or you'll wish you'd kept that small dick of yours inside your pants because the Brotherhood will give it back to you in even smaller pieces. *I put my free arm up against the building so I'm all in his face.* And that's not a threat. That's a fucking promise.

Zypher Ghardian 

*Laughing* and they call me arrogant. This arrogant cocksucker needs to get the fuck out of my face before I slash him from one end to the other. *slowly pulls dagger out and tosses it back and forth and I do not need anyone's permission to slice and dice. *grinning and thinking 'tis be my pleasure to serve this one up on a silver platter for Xcor . Speaking of mine leahdrye I look at the brothers * Do you know the Chosen that serviced mine leahdrye do you think she could service me. *grinning I grab my now hard cock and laugh*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I see red, the Bastard's words echoing in my head. He dares to talk about Layla, the mother of my child as though she's a common whore. I lunge forward, breaking out away from Tohr's grasp and swing a hard punch. It connects solidly with the asshole's jaw. He staggers, his dagger dropping and he continues to laugh* You. Are. Vile. Do you fucking hear me? I will fucking gut you where you stand! *I kick out, stomping into his gut and he doubles over, the sound of his ragged laughter fueling my anger* Don't. You. Ever. Think. Of. Her! *I accent each word with another punch, jab, and hit. I feel Tohr grab me, trying to restrain me but all I can focus on is the Bastard. He straightens and looks at me, blood dripping from his temple and corner of his mouth.* You. Are. Scum!

Zypher Ghardian 

*laughing at this fucker as I straighten up and wipe the blood from my mouth on my sleeve. pulling another dagger out and seriously consider playing a little slice and dice with this cocksucker. thinking Xcor could use another spine. grinning I hear my leahdyre and mine brothers approaching speak of the devil himself I put the dagger back and look at the two fucking assholes.* Next time fucker and maybe Ill have a little taste of that chosen you seem to have a fondness for 'tis be my pleasure . * as the rage show in his eyes at the mere mention of her I demat to meet up with mine brothers my laughter echoing in the distance.*

Qhuinn Ghardian 

*I lunge again, this time with dagger in my hand. I roar with fury only to find empty space. I twirl around, ready to strike, but the Bastard has dematted* Come back you fucking coward. *I spit on the ground, the anger bitter in my mouth and my breathing ragged. I feel a hand on my shoulder - Tohr and I struggle to hear the common sense he calmly says. He's right. Now is not the time and place. We need to get the human female to somewhere safe. I drag cold air deep into my lungs, and will myself to regain control. Slowly, my heart quits pounding and I sheathe my weapons.* Thanks, Tohr. *He nods and walks over to the female, lifting her into his arms. Her head slumps, showing she's not awake and I thank the Scribe Virgin we were here. Females - all females need to be protected from the assholes who prey on them. Thinking of Layla, I need to get home and see to her.* Let's get her to the Safe Place and go home, true? *Following Tohr, we discretely leave the alley way* ~

Doggen-napped ~ Story Line

Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it onto the blog.

In this one, Fritz is doggen-napped and taken into the Bastards lair where he is interrogated horribly as they try to get information from him.

Originally posted: September 15th, 2012

Who nominated it: Layla

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Xcor Ghardian

*Following Throe as he rushes through our lair, what would so important to rise his leahdyre from his slumber. Rushing up the steps to his security lair, it dawns on me. Mayhaps mine lieutenant has finally procured what we have been seeking. As he unlocks the door he turns toward me, the pleasure evident on his face. Walking into the room, I am careful not to touch anything. The large chair he uses while pouring over his monitors is turned over onto the floor.* I do hope you did not wake me from my sleep to come pick up this chair.

Throe Ghardian 

My leahdyre, I believe we may execute our plan. Look what my cameras registered five minutes ago! *I rewind the video and approach the zoom of camera, we can see a old man speaking on the phone and we can read in his lips "Master Wrathh" and ends the call saying "My King". I can see a grin forming upon Xcor's lips as he thinks the same as me* I believe we found him, Xcor. The old man maybe is going to the food store that exists a block ahead. I think it's time.

Xcor Ghardian 

*A doggen! One that mayhaps is close to Wrathh! Clapping my hand on Throe's shoulder.* You have done well, mine trahyner. 'Tis daylight so we cannot approach him on our own. We must have Finn and Netti lure him to the place we have arranged. Alert the doggen and tell them they must not divulge who they work for. I will gather the soldiers so we can question this doggen. *Grinning down at the monitor, 'tis is a great benefit to our plans.*

Fritz Ghardian 

*After listening to my Sire Wrathhs instructions, he disconnects. I replace my phone into my coat pocket. I turn as I hear someone approaching. Another doggen, no two, a male and a female. They look as if something is amiss and look worried. The male asks for my assistance. He informs me that his Sire has asked him to move a rather large object and the female is not quite strong enough. Looking at my watch, checking the time, I should really not dally in matters such as this. Feeling for the male, I agree. The female asks for me to follow her, I turn from the male. Taking a few steps everything goes black.*

Zypher Ghardian 

~In the storage facility~

*looking down upon this male's face, I arch mine eyebrow. Talking to mineself while mine fellow soldiers are in the back of the room, I study this doggen.* This? This 'tis the highly valued prize, mine leahdyre? *slowly walking about the wrinkled, diminutive male's form, I toe his leg.* Hmmm, this doggen smells...like cleanliness and flowers. *shuddering, I crouch down to his eye level. Studying his face, I pull out one of mine daggers and pick at mine teeth. Balthazar stops behind mineself, grunts, and walks off , muttering about killing off useless doggen. Picking at a particularly stuck piece of food in mine teeth, I lean in closer. The doggen's head jerks up, making me jump and drop mine dagger on the floor.* What the...befouled doggen! *using mine tongue to make sure I have no injuries, I find the food dislodged* Hmph, I guess thee has thine uses. Syphon! Get over here! The doggen awakens!

Syphon Ghardian 

*Hearing Zypher yell out I enter from the back room to find, *This 'tis our stronghold ore the king? *I bark out a laugh at the frail servant as he lay on the cold hard floor. *Mayhap he is but replaceable in their dynasty. *Bending down in front of him I arch my brow.* We will indeed get what we need from you, correct? You will provide us with the location of your king. I shot him, you know? *Chuckling low, I get the reaction I desired from the doggen.*

Fritz Ghardian 

*Pain, there is pain in mine head. Where am I, I feel cold hard ground underneath mine body. I have been restrained, how did I get here. The last thing I remember was the "doggen" but why? Voices there are voices, vile and disrespectful. The fog slowly lifts from my mind. Did he say my King was shot. NO! I try to break loose from my bindings. Trying to restrain the rage building in mine heart for the betrayal that my King may have suffered by these, Neanderthals.*

Throe Ghardian 

*As soon as I am notified the old doggen is with my soldiers at the storage, I warn Xcor and we demat to the place. We want the doggen alive and not injured. Not yet at least. We need to gather information and find where the King hides. As I walk into the store with Xcor and I notice the soldiers beating the man and I yell in anger for not obey my instructions* ENOUGH! My orders was clear! No injuries! We need him alive and conscious. Move him to that place I told you!

Xcor Ghardian 

*Stepping into the room, I suppress my glee. This is what we have been waiting for. We now have a doggen, a royal doggen in our presence. Standing back, mine hands clasped behind mine back as Throe puts out the order to move the frail being, I start to pace around the room.* Remove the bag from around his head. I wish to address our guest. *Zypher roughly snatches the material covering the doggen's head. As he blinks adjusting to the light in the storage room, his gaze falls upon me and he gasps. Tilting mine head, I take a step toward him until I am a foot away.* Do you know who I am doggen? Are you the doggen of the First Family?

Zypher Ghardian 

*watching the interplay between mine leahdyre and the doggen, I startle at Xcor's words. The First Family? Making eye contact with Throe, Syphon, and Balthazar, they all give me varying looks of suppressed humor and excitement. Throe beckons us all a few steps away and explains how he verified the old doggen's identity with his electronics. Walking back over to mine leahdyre, I study the doggen anew. His refusal to respond irritates me. Xcor walks away for a moment and I step up. Jabbing him in the shoulder with mine finger, I stare at him in his widened eyes.* Old man, you're noncooperation makes mine fists eager to wring information from thine throat. Will you not share with us who thee works for? 'Tis true that we already know. *his stare hardens and he remains silent* You believe that by not answering, you shall be granted any sort of grace? *my laughter turns mocking the more of I think on this* The longer you withhold from speaking, the greater my and mine fellow soldiers' ire increases.

Syphon Ghardian 

*As the royal doggen continues to hold his tongue, I am in awe. It matters not that we beat upon him nor that we threaten him anew. Warring with mineself not to beat the bloody hell out of the feeble old man, I step back and allow control to be taken out of mine hands, for now. I await orders from our leahdyre. Mayhaps the doggen will be left unattended. I will surely enjoy breaking our nemesis into, bone by crushing bone. I will break his barriers down, and he will give up the information we seek. I hold back a smirk as I make mine own plan of accord.*

Fritz Ghardian 

*With every excruciating blow I can feel mine body weaken, but not mine will. I repeat to mineself over and over again, honor of mine family first. Looking up to the one I know as Xcor, I have heard my King speak of him often. Though I have never seen his image before now, I would know him anywhere. Willing what strength I have left so that I might speak, I take a deep breathe.* I am well aware of who you are, I may be old but not senile. I only have one thing to say to you. You can join the Omega in Hell, you ugly bastard. *I spit in his face, as I feel mine body give out.*

Throe Ghardian 

*The old doggen has the audacity to spit Xcor's face and I see the glowing rising in his features to explode in anger. Sensing hatred that can take care of reason and put everything away, I move quickly toward Xcor and departing him from the doggen's line of sight, putting mineself in front of the old man, I look straight into his eyes* This loyalty litany is making me somewhat bored here. You know we will get what we want ... per fair means or foul. You see those soldiers there? *I point to Zypher, Balthazar and Syphon. Xcor is right behind me still burning in anger* They are a command to end your bloody existence. So your non-collaboration is, in unimaginable levels, increasing in their thirst for blood. I, on the other hand, *grabbing his finger and bending backwards* I am still using good manners and diplomacy. *seeing the agony and pain on his face I smile slowly* Start talking before the manners become unsustainable. And make sure that if we not go to hunt your King .. your King will come to us. One way or another, this meeting is inevitable ...

Xcor Ghardian 

*Wiping the doggen spittle from mine face, I stare upon the remains of his attack upon me. Clenching mine fist as Throe attempts to convey we have the means to draw the king out of his compound in one manner or another, I grin. The slow evil grin of malice as I take a step forward. Clamping mine hand hard on the doggen's shoulder, he winces as I lower mine head next to his. In an audible whisper* Your bravery is to be commendable, old man. I do like a male that is...*clamping mine hand harder on his shoulder and he cries out in pain* willing to honor his leahdyre. *circling around to his other side* Mine men, they do not hold the same grounds of respect I carry. They lack the patience of one who has no tolerance for spineless creatures. *Mine hand moves from his shoulder, wrapping around his wrinkled neck* So easy it would be to snap your neck, to end this life, but alas you carry information I need. Though we have you captive, it is I who is at your mercy. Mine men, they are not allowed to kill you. *Unmistakable relief floods his eyes though he glares back at me.* You shall be cared for while you are a guest amongst we lowly bastards. *tightening my grip, Throe makes a move for me and I hold my other hand up* But should you fail to provide the information, when Wrathh and his soldiers arrive, they will find you...departed. *Laughing as I release his neck and go to stand in front of him* Gaze in hatred upon mine face for it may be the last you will ever see, doggen. *Snapping mine fingers at mine soldiers- Syphon, Balthazar and Zypher* See to it he talks. Throe and I have some things to prepare for Wrathh's arrival. *Smirking down at the old doggen* If the King even comes for him. *Throe whispers to me about one of his technology equipment's recording our hostage.* Mayhaps a "video" of the doggen will entice the king should the old man continue to keep his lips sealed.

Fritz Ghardian 

*Feeling Xcors vice like grip on mine shoulders, the pain shoots through mine body like electricity. His threats are of no concern to me. I will continue to keep my wits intact and tongue silenced. Looking at the pure evil that lies behind his glare, I do not deny to mineself that he will continue to inflict pain on mine body, but he will not reach the mind. I think of my King and his beautiful shellan and the love they share, of all the Brothers and their mates. My heart swells with pride and love, I will never betray that love.* Do as you wish with me. I have one thing you will never have, honor. I am of no importance to the King and I am easily replaced. *Hoping this is not true, I continue.* Kill me if that is your desire, but you get nothing further from me. *The room goes black once again.*~

Rehvenge and Assail Round Two ~ Story Line

Until July 10th, we're doing something special and sharing some of our favorite Story Lines of the year that previously didn't make it onto the blog.

In this one, Rehvenge arrives at Assail's house, ready to confront him about a body he found in an alleyway near Iron Mask.

Originally posted: April 16th, 2013

Who nominated it: Assail

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Rehvenge Ghardian

*Parking my Bentley, I remain in the car for several minutes, passing time slowly. Personally? Assail doesn't strike fear in my heart, the black muscle it is. No, quite opposite. From his little "gifts" in alleyways to ignoring my phone calls... it cranks my shit right out. Opening the door and slowly getting out of the car, my Ferragamo's aren't marred by his pavement. Assail is like me in ways... he has style. Class. But he doesn't know when to keep his nose clean, pun intended. Reaching into the vehicle and pulling out my cane and sable, and checking underneath my Tom Ford jacket for my Hecklor and Koch--I don't want to go unarmed, especially given the way other conversations goes. If worst comes to worst, gripping my cane's handle tight as I move up the drive way towards the front door, I can always bring my fucking sword to a gun fight*

Assail Ghardian 

*Glancing at the screen as an alert of an intrusion shows up. On the screen I watch as a Bentley drives up the driveway and parks yet no one steps out. There is only one person I know who would drive such a car but the question is....what is he doing here? Looking over my shoulder at Ehric and his twin.* Go and meet our guest at the door, but do not harm him. *As they both nod before turning and heading downstairs I get up from behind my desk. Straightening my tie before leaving my room and heading down to the kitchen. Pouring myself a snifter of Brandy just as I hear the doors open and the sound of footsteps along with a cane echo throughout the foyer. Turning around to see Rehvenge, sable and all standing in the entry way.* Ahh Reverend, to what do I owe this surprise visit to my home?

Rehvenge Ghardian 

Don't bullshit me. You know exactly why I'm here. *Plugging my cane into the polished marble floor and making my way closer to him, he may know one side of me. Leahdyre. The Glymera bullshit. He is also well informed to the seedy side, being the ex-reigning Drug Lord over Caldie and he stepped into my shoes. Speaking of which, lowering my eyes to his loafers, it brings a smirk to the corner of my mouth. My feet are bigger. But he-nor no one else outside of the Manse knows about my OTHER side. The Symphath King. He may think I'm a Half-Breed but he doesn't know the full extent. And he doesn't know that I am god damned sure he's blocking me from his cranium access. So if he wants to play mind games? I'm game* Nice place you have here. *Looking around at all the glass and elegance...* I'm not going to leave with a bullet in my neck, am I?

Assail Ghardian 

*Taking a sip of my brandy as I watch the reverend examine every detail of the room. Elegantly smiling at his little jab about a bullet in the neck....now there's an idea.* I assure you, you shall leave here unharmed as I have told your king I was unaware of the attack that transpired in my home. *Continuing on as he scoffs* As you may recall I was the one who provided the escape vehicle that got your king out of here was I not? Now for your reason of being here I assure you that I have no knowledge of what it could be. As I have told you countless times that I resign from the council and am therefor completely uninterested in it's goings on. I am simply a business man interested in that which only helps my business thrive, I have no interest in the political garbage that is the Glymera. *Shaking my head subtly to Ehric as he eyes the back of the reverends head.*

Rehvenge Ghardian 

*Raises both brows* Who said I was here on Glymera biz? *Taking my stance, casual as I know that one of his friends is at my back, showing I'm not threatened. At all* Can't two friends just have a casual conversation in the midst of company? *Cocking my brow, he offers me a Brandy-which I take. It would be rude NOT to accept his offerings, feel me?* So, I have a question. *Raising the Brandy to my mouth* Are you going to offer me a seat or are we just going to stand here sizing each other up all night?

Assail Ghardian 

Forgive me I seem to have forgotten my manners. *Gesturing towards the kitchen table* Won't you please have a seat. *Taking a seat across from the male I used to look up too. It seems strange but he seems...smaller somehow. Definitely out of place among my possessions as well as in so many other ways. We sit in silence for a few moments, both of us eyeing each other before I clear my throat.* Might I offer you something to eat? Refresh your drink perhaps? Or shall we just get down to the matter of your visit which you have yet to inform me of.

Rehvenge Ghardian 

No food. *Placing down the brandy on the table* And this is fine. I don't want to go home with alcohol on my breath. *Leaving it at that, he doesn't need to know about MINE shellan-especially after our last convo. Steepling my fingers on top of the table, how to approach this.. ah, yes, I'm not one to bullshit around* I found your gift in the alleyway. The Female? *Cocking my brow, his face gives away nothing* Next time? Leave your trash in a dumpster, not for plain view.

Assail Ghardian 

*Smirking as I hear him mention not wanting to go home with alcohol upon his breath. That shellan of his must not be all that tolerable, or perhaps he is diluted in some ill begotten attempt to save her from all that is evil in the world. Such a typical bonded male response...refusing to let my mind go where it so desperately wants I concentrate on the conversation at hand. It appears Amelia is still talking even after being long gone. Though with him being here it is obvious that only he believes it was I to cause her untimely end. Of course he's right....in a way...however I would be a fool to admit to any such thing. My face and voice not giving away anything as I speak.* Surely I have no idea what you're talking about, I don't waste my time with females and if I did they wouldn't be found in an alleyway as you so vividly pointed out. I'm afraid you've got the wrong man.

Rehvenge Ghardian 

*Rolls my eyes briefly before focusing on him again* You can cut the bullshit. Under all the rot, it smelled like you. The signature. Honestly, I didn't know you had it in you. You-- *Raising the Brandy again, using it to motion to him* don't seem like the type of male *Or have the balls* to hurt even a hair on top of a Female's head. Now tell me. If you didn't? Who did. *Wording it as a statement, not a question, I meet his eyes. And the cold, calculating male who they belong to. Under different circumstances, he and I might've got along. We're cut from the same cloth, he and I. We do nothing without reason* Tell me why you left her there so close to Iron Mask.

Assail Ghardian 

Well if I was the one to have done what you are so sure that I have, do I seem like the type of male that would be dumb enough to leave something like that so close to where anyone could find it? *Watching the male across the table from me as he listens to my words. Knowing that he knows it was I who did it however also able to see that even he believes I wouldn't have done it so close to the Iron Mask. Which of course is true, when it was done it was way beyond the IM....some low life must have moved it or perhaps a stray dog or two carried the useless remains closer into the city.* As to the why it happened, I believe you said something about a signature or inscription of some kind? Perhaps that could be a clue. I however will have to inform you once again that I have no knowledge of what you are talking about. I apologize if you have come all this way for that sole purpose only to find out that it isn't true but so be it. *Rising to my feet I raise a brow as he makes no move to get up. Raising a brow I look down at him.* Was there something else, perhaps another accusation you would like to throw my way?

Rehvenge Ghardian 

Accusation... *Clenching my jaw, the tic forming there as I remember I cannot KILL him. Too messy. Now Xhex on the other hand...... Shit, John Matthew. And Trez is too messy now. iAm? There's a plan* Have you followed up on that helpful little info I gave to you? Or are you just letting it slide? Hmm...? *Cocking my brow before taking a deep drink of the Brandy, I don't feel the burn as it goes down my throat and lands in my belly, but I sure as hell have the taste on my tongue* You know, you've been imputed in Wrathh's assassination attempt. That's not going to go away anytime soon.

Assail Ghardian 

*Turning my head slightly at his next statement before slowly taking my seat once again. Making sure to keep my voice as calm as I can though having a bit of difficulty keeping the malice from it.* The problem has been....dealt with. However I thought you had said that only you and the brotherhood were aware of the slander against my name. Surely the king knows that I had nothing to do with what transpired here last fall....if there are any more names of any others who have tarnished my good name I implore you to give them so that I may deal with the transgressions against me.

Rehvenge Ghardian 

*Shrugs my shoulders slightly before answering, that's neither here nor there* I could tell you but *Starring straight at him, using his words* I know nothing of it. *Using my cane to plug it in the floor so I can rise slowly to my height as he pulls out one of his cubans and continues to strike his lighter instead* But as soon as I do? I'll let you know. *Winking and turning towards the door, his lackey moves out of my way and opens it* Oh, and Assail? *Turning to look over my shoulder, a brief grin on my face* Next time use a ditch or a quarry. You don't want to be under the Human's eyes again, now do you? *Leaving him to his cuban, I head to the door, his reply muffled by the closing of the door*~