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Summary: Apollo recalls his first experience with snow in the Khura'inese mountains with Dhurke and Nahyuta.

The Kingdom of Khura'in...or, to be more specific, the faraway mountains. A relatively safe haven for the Defiant Dragons as they planned their coup d'état against the tyrannical Queen Ga'ran Sigatar Khura'in and her equally tyrannical Defense Culpability Act.

The Defiant Dragons had multiple bases set up in the kingdom, from dilapidated buildings to even the complex sewer system underground. They even had spies within the ranks of the royal guards, stealthily observing the queen and her family's every actions - observations that they would then report back to their superiors.

Yet, time and again, the mountains proved themselves to be the primary base of operations for the Dragons. Standing at the pinnacle of the world, the mountains provided a great barrier of nature, one that proved to be impenetrable. No matter how many of the royal guards were sent out, the Dragons could conceal themselves within the dense forests and the vast fields. Even the deepest of lakes and the fastest of rivers could hide them from prying eyes.

But the mountains were also a dangerous place to live in. While the royal guards were a main concern, there was also the matter of other dangerous creatures roaming in the wild. One could easily find themselves face-to-face with a predatory animal like a tiger or a wolf, or a misstep could send someone falling off a cliff to their untimely demise. And, of course, there was always the matter of finding enough food to last an entire group...or a small family.

Dhurke always kept this in mind. Even after all the years he'd spent hiding in the mountains, living in that little shack, he knew there was danger to be had. Not just for himself, but also for his two boys, Nahyuta and Apollo.

Especially Apollo.

From the moment Dhurke took him under his wing, the young child had grown into quite the little spitfire, always full of energy and vigor, and always eager for adventure. Take away that piss and vinegar, and you get just that: a child, all alone, with his father dead and his mother missing. It broke Dhurke's heart every time he recalled the incident: the fire burning away at the palace, Apollo as an infant crying for help as his father lay dead...

He was so lost in thought that he didn't hear the fast pitter-patter of bare feet against the wooden floorboards, nor the sound of a door being swung open. The rush of cold air and a startled squeak, on the other hand, were enough to snap him out of his thoughts.

Dhurke turned around to find Apollo running towards him. His tiny hands were wrapped around something white and mushy, and his cheeks were bright red. He was also shivering from the coldness to the point where Dhurke could see his pointed canine teeth like little fangs (dragon fangs, according to Datz).

"D-D-Dhurke," Apollo spoke up between shivers. "What's this? It's s-so white, and wet and...and...and c-cold!"

Dhurke blinked in surprise. Then, he smiled. And let out a hearty chuckle. He knelt down to affectionately give his foster son a pat on the head, just behind his tiny horns. His other hand came up to poke the white stuff that was slowly but inexorably beginning to melt in Apollo's smaller hands.

"My boy," he said. "All this time in the mountains, and you have no idea about the natural world outside?"

Though, given the circumstances, he figured that being forced to hide from Ga'ran's royal guards was the main factor. But he didn't dare tell Apollo that. Instead, he took a clump of the white and wet...thing...and cupped it in his hands for Apollo to see.

"This is called snow," he explained. "The mountains are topped with it. And, at a certain time of year, it is what covers the land and makes it cold and white."

"S...suh-now..." Apollo slowly repeated.

Dhurke nodded. Apollo took a deep breath and said it again, with more confidence this time. "Snow!" He tossed the last bits of snow into the air, and watched as it scattered on the floor in small droplets.

Apollo frowned. "But if the snow covers the ground, then what happens to the grass, and the plants, and..."

Dhurke chuckled as he stood up. "Well, why don't we find out for ourselves together?" he asked. He went over to the closet and pulled out a large blue coat for himself as well as a smaller red coat for Apollo. He also took out a pair of mittens and boots to keep their hands and feet warm as well as some scarves.

Once Apollo was fully dressed, he followed Dhurke outside the shack and into the fields. More snow covered the ground, blanketing the world in white. Dhurke watched as Apollo gasped in awe at the new surroundings, his eyes sparkling with delight. He then looked down at the snow and ducked down on all fours to dig through it, as if he were searching for his hidden cache of a freshly-killed rabbit or squirrel.

Dhurke knelt down to Apollo's height as he put a hand on his shoulder. "You wish to know more about what happens to the grass and plants when the snow falls, don't you, son?" he asked.

"Uh-huh!" Apollo nodded with enthusiasm.

Dhurke sat down in the snow and pulled Apollo onto his lap. "Well, at this time of year, the plants and grass need to rest and recharge, like the rest of us. When the cold seasons start to settle in, they..." He paused, unsure where to go from there. "...They retreat back into the ground. The earth gives the plants the energy that normally would not be found just by obtaining sunlight and water alone, and the plants, in turn, give themselves to the earth to be reborn again."

He turned to the riverside. "And it's not just the grass that needs to rest, too. Ice forms over the water, and the fish within have to sleep for a very long time. It's the same with some animals, too. Some of them store up enough energy to sleep through and survive the long, cold nights and short days. And others retreat to warmer places."

He glanced up at the sky, noticing that it was starting to snow. "Apollo, listen carefully. Winter is a time when you should reflect upon your past and plan ahead for your future. It is a time to rest your body and mind so that you will be ready come the next spring. But most importantly, it is also a time to remember the fallen ones and to honor their spirits so that they will be reborn anew. And the snow is a symbol of it all - of death, of rest, and of rebirth. That is what makes the life cycle so incredible."

Apollo nodded. "OK," he said. "But what can we do with the snow?"

"How about this?" an older, yet still boyish voice sounded from behind them. As if on cue, Dhurke felt something cold and wet hit his back, startling Apollo. The two of them turned to find Nayhuta dressed in his white coat. He held a snowball in one hand as he grinned, his jade eyes standing out amongst all that white.

Dhurke stared at Nahyuta in bewilderment. Then, he chuckled. "Where'd you come from, my boy?" he asked.

Nahyuta smirked as he clutched his snowball with both hands. "Oh, you know, Father," he said rather innocently. "Just thought I'd surprise you both."

"Well, you certainly managed to accomplish that." Dhurke slowly got up just as Apollo hopped off his lap. "And now, you're going to get it! Raaah!"

Without warning, he scooped up a large clump of snow in his arms and threw it at both his boys. Nayhuta laughed as he dodged the wave of snow. Apollo, however, wasn't so lucky, as he tripped over and fell face-first in the snowbank.

Nahyuta gasped in shock and dropped his snowball as he rushed to his brother's aid. "Apollo! Apollo, are you alright?"

Luckily, Apollo wasn't injured at all. He simply sat up to wipe the snow off his hair and face and glared up at Nayhuta. "Yuty, we gotta get back at him!" he declared.

Nahyuta blinked. Then, he smiled and nodded. "Yeah, you're right," he said. "For the Defiant Dragons!"

The two boys quickly gathered up as many snowballs as they could before launching them at Dhurke. Their father laughed as tiny white orbs pelted his coat before retaliating with some of his own snowballs.

Even as Dhurke continued his snowball fight with Apollo and Nahyuta, he couldn't help but feel a dreaded thought nag the back of his mind. Though the snow held its own beauty, it also came with a danger of its own. Prey animals would become scarce, while predators could take desperate measures by invading the shack in search of any fresh meat they could find. And, of course, there was always the possibility of Ga'ran's followers coming into the mountains in search of them.

He knew that someday, one of his two sons would have to leave Khura'in for his safety. And he knew that day was fast approaching.

But for now, as he lay in the snow with his sons at his sides, Dhurke was happy to live out a snow day free of worry...a day where he and his family would be safe.

At least, for now.

* * *

"What are you thinking about, Polly?"

Apollo yelped as Trucy's voice startled him out of his daydream, so much so that it nearly caused him to fall out of his chair. After taking a moment to regain his composure, he then took a quick look at his surroundings.

Gone were Dhurke and Nahyuta along with the little shack in the mountains, replaced with the warm and messy (yet familiar all the same) office of Wright Anything Agency. Trucy was leaning over his desk in front of him, staring at him with concerned sapphire eyes.

Apollo sighed with exasperation as he rubbed his finger against his forehead. "Trucy, how many times do I have to tell you not to wake me up like that?" he complained. "It scares me every time."

Trucy withdrew from her perch atop Apollo's desk. "Sorry, Polly," she said. "But you looked pretty zoned out. What were you thinking about?"

Oh...that.

Apollo sighed as he relaxed in his chair. "Just...thinking about the times I used to play in the snow as a kid, I guess," he answered solemnly. "Snowball fights, snow angels...even sledding..."

Trucy tapped a finger to her chin, like she usually did when she was thinking hard. "You really miss all the fun times, don't you?" she asked. "It's not like you to feel down in the dumps, you know. You're usually a lot more serious than that, Polly."

And by serious, you mean grumpy, thought Apollo as he pouted a little.

Trucy glanced out at the window...and let out a gasp. "Polly! Polly, look!" she squealed excitedly. "It's snowing outside!"

Apollo blinked with surprise. "Wait, seriously?" he asked.

"Seriously, Polly! You gotta take a look at this!" Trucy pressed her gloved hands against the glass window, grinning with excitement. Apollo got up from his desk to look out the window. Almost right away, his eyes widened with amazement at what he saw.

Outside the office, he saw multiple snowflakes gently falling from the sky, blanketing the city skyscrapers in a soft and fluffy white. Down below, he noticed that some of the streets and sidewalks were empty, as if the people down below had chosen to leave room for nature to take over.

Almost unconsciously, Apollo found himself recalling Dhurke's words: "Winter is a time when you should reflect upon your past and plan ahead for your future. It is a time to rest your body and mind so that you will be ready come the next spring. But most importantly, it is also a time to remember the fallen ones and to honor their spirits so that they will be reborn anew."

He couldn't help but curl his lips into a small smile, remembering his first snow day in the mountains, in a world where he lived alone with his family. He wondered if they were doing the same, looking out into the window of their hideout, remembering that very day...remembering him.

"Hey, Polly!"

Apollo looked down at Trucy, her grin having morphed into a broad, toothy smile. "You wanna go and see if Mr. Gavin and Ms. Skye have taken the day off? I'm sure they won't resist a good snowball fight...or two. It'll be a good way for you to unwind as well."

Apollo thought this over for a moment. Then, he smiled. "Heh, why not?" he replied, his mind picturing a moment where he could finally knock that stupid, smug look off of that glimmerous fop's face.

"Perfect!" Trucy bounced over to grab her coat. "Then let's go make some calls and tell them to meet us over at People Park!"

"I'll be right there," Apollo said. "Just...need a moment." Once he was sure Trucy was gone, he leaned against the windowsill and looked outside once more. He let out a deep sigh as the memories came back to him. For the first time in his life, he realized just how alone he was, in America, without his family by his side.

Yet, at the same time, he couldn't help but think about the new friends and the new family he'd gained here. A group of close confidants who would always have his back no matter what.

He smiled. No matter what happened next, he would be fine.

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rpmemesbyarat · 3 years

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RP Meme from "Chapter One: Caliah (Lore)" in the Bastet breedbook from "Werewolf: The Apocalypse"

Once there was a cat who dreamed he was a man.

Like the morning mist, she appeared from nowhere, or so it seemed.

The winds have spoken of your dilemma and I have come to show you the way home.

Why do you call me brother?

We are family.

We have different parents but share the same blood.

You need to meet your people

You are my sister

I have no other family. Don’t leave me!

We all have family

What are the dreams of a cat?

Let us welcome each other and speak of hidden things.

If they come in peace, we welcome them.

I’m just a mutt.

Listen up and listen close, ‘cause this isn’t stuff you’ll hear from any old place.

I’ve got friends with friends, if y’know what I mean, and this is good stuff.

They don’t get along, y’know.

A good lorespeaker tells different stories every time, and she makes ‘em as cool as possible.

Sound like anyone we know? Nah! Couldn’t be!

So how do you trade secrets, anyway? After all, isn’t a secret shared a secret lost?

If you don’t play the game, you don’t learn a thing.

Each element of the message becomes a metaphor, and the message becomes a story.

Florid? Hell yeah! But ya gotta admit it’s more graceful — and exposes a hell of a lot less — than blurting out the truth.

You might say, “I heard a story about so-and-so” but you’d never say “I did so-and-so.” If your audience has a clue, they’ll catch on.

Everything’s told in metaphors.

A good obtuse metaphor makes you look imaginative if someone gets it, really stupid otherwise.

Everything is larger than life. People don’t just cry, they “explode in showers like the sea.” Folks don’t just get mad, they “turn into coals that burn through the floor.”

If what you’re saying is important, bigger is better.

Simple? Not if you don’t get the lingo.

A wounded cat can surrender without disgrace.

Not enough to go around.

Hey, don’t let on you know what I told you, huh?

It was a time before life, a longing when the dream of birth was yet to be.

This marked the end of peace and the beginning of struggle.

Such promises are soon broken.

Why does even the skin of my daughter flee from my hands?

Why must I always be alone?

Master, what would you have of us?

Nothing exists for him but annihilation.

Go across the world

Let that which is pure stand whole, but erode that which is impure from within.

He tells many tales, but all of them are lies. He is rage made manifest, and he coils within us all.

There was no want, no war, no anguish, and all living things gave of themselves to help others exist.

Until some cataclysm happened, everything lived in peace and plenty.

Life has ever been a struggle, my brothers and sisters. Life has always meant that some may die for others’ pleasure.

That pleasure may be as necessary as hunger or as frivolous as sport, but it has always been fatal and always will be.

Only through struggle can we progress.

Only through sacrifice can we succeed.

We were born from conflict and we grow through adversity. Our ancestors are predators, great cats and human hunters who rose above their surroundings and mastered them.

We know our place in the Great Order, and it is not passive.

Like the moon, our world waxes and wanes.

Each era glows brightly, then fades into night before rising again as some new age.

As creatures of light, dark and twilight all, we are not moved much by the vagaries of fortune.

Each tribe has its creation story, and they differ in many ways.

I have my own ideas.

We are a breed eternally apart, and we are rare.

Water runs silent, yet crushes with the power of an elephant.

Its depths hold secrets that only the brave can find.

The first of our kind were nearly the last.

Those it caught were devoured.

Let this be your legacy

My tears, shed for you, will boil in your veins.

All people will fear you, and all animals, too.

Begone and tend the flocks that need killing.

I banish you from sight!

They still live on in us, and we carry their curse to this day.

As the humans prospered, they grew quickly out of hand.

It was a bloody, useless time, and we fractured as a people.

Secrets became the only thing to bind us.

It’s hard to forgive these raging bastards.

Very territorial, and I know how that feels.

There are enough horrors in the night already.

Corruption has a million voices; sometimes they drown out the song of the moon and lead us over cliffs.

That song wails from nightclubs, boom boxes and televisions every day.

Stop up your ears, my friend and listen to the wind.

Those secrets led the wolves to our door — literally.

Gods damn the dogs for that!

Their misbegotten crusade killed hundreds of our Kind and Kin.

She mated with serpents, wolves and great cats in an effort to become like them, but gave birth to monsters instead.

Some legends portray her as one of our kind, but we know this isn’t so.

If the tales I’ve heard are any measure, they have no pity for us at all.

We are where we are born.

I think our unique insights show us that humanity is a mixed blessing — especially where the earth and the wild are concerned.

Men are the cleverest monkeys, no doubt, but they don’t have much sense of self-preservation.

Our forebears fought to let humanity prosper.

We have an amazing world at our fingertips, but it’s filled with poisons and lies.

Honor seems to be a fading dream in lands where the rich starve their people and the poor kill each other.

We hold magic within ourselves, within our hearts and minds and spirits. To dishonor ourselves is to disperse that magic and scatter our souls.

It’s acceptable to lie to other creatures; they’re not of our blood and not bound by our laws.

We will flee to survive a fight, but will not run when others depend on our strength.

We must make restitution to those we deceive, in deeds, trade or money.

We may be exiled or branded.

Our weapons are many — secrets, claws, teeth and allies — and we will not hesitate to employ them for our world’s

survival.

Our people have walked too close to extinction for us to take such matters lightly.

We will not ally ourselves with shadow powers or drink corrupted wisdom.

We do not fail our Earth and mother. That path leads to death.

We are the keepers of secrets, and our fates depend on silence.

Each of us bears the hidden doom of our own people, and we know the cost of betraying that trust.

We also know that we have what others want — or what they think they want — and it amuses us to make them squirm.

Our knowledge is our concern.

We will not share it unless we wish to.

We will hide ourselves from outsiders; they will think they know us, but we will delude them.

We will wrap our lore in riddles and tales; let the clever ones puzzle out their meaning.

We will act as if we know even more than we do, for it keeps outsiders guessing.

Let them wonder at our insight; they value us more highly when they do.

We will cover our tracks with misdirection, pretend to be other than what we are, fill the air with idle rumors and hide messages in code.

There is no forgiveness for this crime.

Well, let’s just say I know what I’ve seen. And I’ve seen a lot.

His eyes were so filled with pain that I decided to help out.

I’d swear he was grinning as the semi ran him down.

That felt good.

Guess they’ve gotta live here, too.

I say they’re not as smart as they might think.

Maybe I’m the one who’s being fooled.

I could tell you stories all night, all week, all month and more.

As the temples rose and the hordes crossed through, our parents sat on the sidelines of history and observed the passing of kings.

The cultures we witnessed shaped our own ways.

Cities rose, each with secrets too tempting to ignore.

For a long time — 4,000 years — there was all the room in the world for us, and no lack of secrets to keep us entertained.

We should have seen the signs in the Classical Age, when armies swept across the land in the names of gods, kings and conquerors.

We should have met en masse when trade and crusades brought East and West together.

I will not belabor the point. We know what happened.

Explorers, slavers and great white hunters bounded into the wilderness and cast a chain around our kind.

Suddenly, we went from having all space to having little.

I can’t say I don’t share the sentiment just a bit.

We didn’t stop until a greater evil forced us to align, but that’s another story.

It’s a wonder anyone survived.

We studied their secrets, but could learn nothing from them.

We have no one to blame but ourselves.

For all our vaunted sight, we’re blind. For all our gathered lore, we’re stupid.

The world is falling apart.

I don’t know whether to believe it or not, but we are living in interesting times!

We must pool our secrets, combine our efforts, and bring the world’s secrets to light.

We must act on what we discover and disperse what we learn.

Do I lose my cool?

The modern age is the greatest puzzle we could want endless streams of secrets, enigmas, wonders and dazzles, wrapped up in an explosive package that could blow us all to hell.

Anywhere, at any time, the whole ride could fly off the rails.

Those who ignore the warning feed the vultures the next morning.

I’ll simply say the tigers are not where you’d expect.

People have begun to open their eyes, but they still need your counsel to see the cliff’s edge before falling off

Those stories are true — violently true — and they add up to an appalling picture if you string them all together.

They get an idea, work on it a bit, and try to rule the world. Typical. We’ve seen their kind before.

Look around you if you doubt it.

Surely the secrets you’ve uncovered have given you the idea that maybe, just maybe, something’s going on, something bigger than another plunder, another invasion, another city that falls to ruin in a century.

Discover what you can, but bury your tracks well.

We’re strangers to each other for most of our lives, and we like it that way — a few careful gatherings are all we

can stand.

The moon is our patron, but the shadows are our father too, and they call to us at our weaker moments.

Most of us dance on the edge, though, and that’s where we like to be!

Despite our pains, we’re spirited and wild, inquisitive yet careful, sensual yet refined.

Our beauty is our greatest pride, and our wits are second to none.

We know what we are.

To hell with them all!

Still, we cannot let pride blind us to the facts.

The morning it foretells is up to us.

We must come together, yet retain our pride.

We are the keepers of secrets.

Perhaps it’s time those secrets were revealed.

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misunderstood-shadows · 5 years

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The Hunteress: Chapter 3

Warnings: Slight smut Word Count: 1847 About: Sequel to Goodbye, I Love You and The Ripper. Alessandra is back hunting with the Winchesters. Something is sparking between her and Sam, but when a new threat threatens the Mikaelson’s she is drawn back into a world she is desperately trying to escape. Edited/Beta-ed: No

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It was after me. The ghost hurled down the street, monochrome face set into a mask of vengeance. He screamed about how he was going to rip me apart, raising the hatchet above his head. Luckily for me, he hadn't discovered that he could teleport in front of me, so he was resigned to running everywhere.

I pushed on, a look over my shoulder revealing that he was slowly but surely gaining on me. I couldn't help it; a broad smile grew on my face. As morbid as the whole business was, I enjoyed this bit of the hunt. Being chased but knowing I had an advantage over the predator.

Plus, the vampire part of me enjoyed the freedom of simply barrelling down the street.

As I pounded down the pavement something caught my eye, a dark figure watching from the shadows. But as soon as I took a second to study it, the figure disappeared. Something about the way it stood was familiar. Probably just a drunk, watching a girl running blindly down the road… probably. I turned down an alley, giving the ghost a chance to catch up. I caught my breath, giving the Winchesters an opportunity to follow behind the ghost down the alley stealthily.

''Hey, there.'' I tilted my head, studying the ghost, Henry.

''I'm gonna kill you!" He threatened.

I grinned. ''My boyfriend is going to get you first.''

The ghost whirled backwards just in time to see Sam close the ring of salt around the spirit. We had set it up earlier to trap the ghost while Dean dealt with the ring. Trapped, the spirit hurled threats at us, unable to vanish. We ignored it and took advantage of the time alone. It didn't take long for the phone to ring; Dean had the wedding band.

As we watched the ghost burst into flames. He screamed as the only thing tying him to the world melted, dragging the spirit to wherever he belonged.

Sam turned to me, smiling wryly. ''Boyfriend, huh?''

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The whole walk back to the motel, I could feel someone following us. I didn't glance around or give the stalker any reason to suspect I knew he was following us. Something about it set my nerves on edge.

''I think I have something stuck to my shoe,'' I said suddenly. Both boys were immediately on their guard.

''Is it red?'' Sam asked instantly. Our little code for being followed; red meant dangerous, pink meant non-deadly, white was all clear.

I nodded, and the boys swore, hands reaching for their guns. ''Go ahead, I'll pick it off and meet you in the hotel room.''

''Nope,'' Sam argued. ''Not happening.''

''Sammy.'' I looked him in the eye, trying to convey my message. ''It's just gum.'' I could handle it.

After a moment longer, Sam nodded, and he and Dean headed down the road towards the hotel. They kept throwing back glances and only when they turned the corner did I bear my fangs to the figure behind me. Except there was no one there. Just a breath of wind where they had been. The white dress swished around my knees as I spun back around. No one was there.

Great, now I was a paranoid old lady.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sam was obviously relieved when I strode in through the hotel door. He checked me over for any sign of a struggle before questioning me on our stalker.

''There was nobody there,'' I said for the billionth time. A curse came from the bathroom as Dean dropped something.

''But, you said-''

''I know what I said, Sammy. They disappeared. If they don't show themselves by the morning, I'll go... look for them.'' Hunting, I had nearly said hunting. ''I'll also have to go out a bit later anyhow.''Sam grimaced I knew he understood what I meant.

''Ok.'' He turned from me. The tension in his shoulders let me know exactly what he was thinking.

''Do you want to talk about this?'' I asked quietly. He turned around slowly, confusion on his face.

''What?''

''This.'' I gestured between us. ''Whatever we're doing. Because I don't want to let it go any further if-''

''Is there something wrong? With us?'' Sam asked, frowning.

''It's just... then. I can't help it Sam. I need to eat. It's a fact of life for me.'' I hunched my shoulders. ''I can't hold off for much longer.''

''I know… but, when you do feed- there's a chance that you could kill.'' He admitted.

''I'm a thousand years old, Sammy. I think that I can manage.'' I said, studying him.

He nodded but didn't say anything.

''You know that I'm a vampire. I feed on people, Sammy.'' My voice rose slightly, my frustration coming out. What did he expect? ''Why did you kiss me?'' I asked quietly.

''What?'' Sam's voice was full of surprise. ''Why-?''

''You knew what I was. Hell, I had been speeding around you, and you still kissed me. So why is it bothering you now?'' I cried.

''Because, when you told me I was shocked. Upset, yes, that you had kept something like that. But somehow, I think I always knew that there was something… more, to you.'' He exclaimed. ''But each time you talk casually about past centuries. Or speed around us. Or talk about hunting people, it hits me. You're not human, Tallie.''

I nodded slowly. ''And you are. This isn't going to work, is it?''

He shook his head. ''No. It isn't.''

He looked between us before understanding spread across his face. ''I guess I'll leave then.'' He grabbed his leather jacket from the back of a chair before heading out the front door.

''Well, then.'' I whispered, turning back to Sam. ''I guess I'll go.'' I turned towards our bed and started packing my things.

''I haven't finished,'' Sam said, coming to stand behind me. I stood up but didn't turn around. He took in a deep breath. ''I love you, Tallie.'' I froze. ''I have,'' he continued, ''since I first laid eyes on you.''

I closed my eyes, heart ripping apart. ''Sam-'' I began.

''No. Don't say anything, just listen.'' I nodded, and he went on. ''Even when I found out that you were a vampire, I loved you.'' My breath hitched, he what? ''Dean tried to convince me that you were a monster, that I should hate you, but I couldn't. I knew that you would never hurt us. And when I called you, heard your voice, I knew that I still loved you. Then you told me that you were with the… Mikaelson's, knowing that you were around others who knew who you were… and understood. I felt this rage; I wanted to go and show them who you belonged to. Who you were loved by.''

I let out a breath. ''Sam. I-I can't-''

''I know.'' He gave me a small smile. ''I can give you time. I knew your feelings when we started this. But I think that you feel something for me too, even if you don't know what it is yet. I don't want to give up on us. I think that we can work past this, together. You're going to have to be patient with me, and I'll be patient with you. I'm happy to try if you are.''

He looked at me for a moment. I couldn't… I didn't… I was so confused. Could I even love after…? If I could, then what did that mean for us? Sam wouldn't last forever, and I wouldn't Turn him… I knew Dean would never Turn and Sam couldn't live without his brother. So Sam and Dean would die, and I would be alone again. Could I do that to him… to myself? What about Sam? We had talked about having families, kids, before this whole mess. If he were with me, then he would never have that. And all the enemies I'd made… humans were so fragile, so breakable. If they came after him…

''Tell me what you're thinking.'' Sam pleaded.

I closed my eyes. My chest felt heavy and tight. ''I don't know, Sam.''

''What about?'' he asked quietly.

''Loving me… it's a death sentence. I have enemies. They'll come after you. And if they hurt you… or Dean… I couldn't live with it. I don't even know if I can…'' His hands, previously resting on my shoulders, spun me around. His fringe fell forwards, casting his forehead and beautiful eyes into shadow. I looked away, pressing my forehead into his chest. I could feel his heart thumping under the skin. My throat dried up, hearing the wet sound of blood rushing through him. I pushed past the hunger and focussed on the sound of his heart.

''Tallie,'' Sam's fingers cradled my chin, lifting my head so he could look me in the eye. ''Don't forget, we are both in this. You don't get to decide whether I love you. You can only choose if you love me. And if something comes up from your past, then we'll get through it. I can take care of myself.''

I pulled away, metaphorical heart racing. What about Elijah? He had hurt me but after him… could I trust any man with my heart? Plus, a thousand years isn't just something you could get over.

I couldn't. I couldn't do it.

Sam nodded as if he read my mind. ''It's ok. I understand.'' He pulled away and walked to the other side of the room.

A thousand years, pining over one man. I was stronger than that. Here was this fantastic guy, loving me and ready to wait for me to choose him. Why should I let Elijah maintain his hold over me?

I growled, then sped to Sam, launching myself into his arms. Our lips smashed together; a silent promise. I was pressed against a wall, Sam's hands roughly tugging my hair. I groaned and pushed him towards the bed. We flopped down, tearing at each other's clothes.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Dean stumbled back in halfway through the night, smelling like booze and smoke. He staggered over to the furthest bed from Sam and me before sprawling across the covers. I carefully lifted Sam's arm off my chest, placing it back down on the bed. Sam's white undershirt I was wearing glowed in the moonlight streaming in through the window. I padded over to Dean, pulling the fluffy blanket up over his body.

After ensuring that both were still asleep, I snuck out the door.

Outside, I leant on the railing, the cold metal pressing into my arms. The car park below was empty, apart from Baby. I grinned into the night air. The stars were out, and the full moon illuminated the forest behind the hotel. I could hear the woodland animals scurrying around, going about their business. It felt like the whole world was smiling. Could it be that I was happy, for once? Was there the slightest possibility that there was something good happening to me?

Nope, of course not.

''Alessandra.''

I froze, turning to Mikael. "You're dead."

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Animorphs notes 25

Book 25

Narrated by Marco

Marco actually has a love life and is a fucking dweeb about it. Neat

“Marian.

Not only is Marian gorgeous, with long, black hair, deep, dark eyes, and

dimples that make me want to cry every time she smiles. She's also

nearly as smart, charming, and charismatic as I am.

You can see we're a perfect couple. The only flaw I can find in her is

that she doesn't seem to think my jokes are very funny.

That, and her taste in music.”

Marco’s dad likes classical music

The school has served tainted meat to the students at least once

Apparently this is a shitty school if things are getting shut down b/c someone had to take it to court over asbestos

Marco did poorly on the date. Should not pretend to like things that you don’r actually like to get with people

Marco talks about his love life with Cassie

So… the animorphs can scope out someone that Marco’s date probably isn’t a host but do they do that for their families?

Yeah I’m still bullshit on the whole dogs are always good and happy b/c alien pacifist spirits. B/c like dog? Not always happy or friendly.

Jake has charisma like plain oatmeal has flavor.

AU where the free horks assassinate Visser 3 when they’re feeding their host

Visser 3 scracthers their butt in public

So bug ships are good with flying through a planets atmosphere

So… does Visser 3 get parasites often enough that they don’t immediately jump to the andalite bandit conclusion?

The animorphs continue to be the luckiest motherfuckers in existance

Visser 3 has a collection of tourture instruments in their private quarters

The animorphs getting hosts killed b/c they didn’t think their plans through again. Huzzah

“Rising up behind her was a pillar of glass. A cylinder ten feet, twelve feet tall, and half as broad. Inside the cylinder was a vague shape, blood-red and midnight-blue slashes highlighting a glistening silver body.

Yes, body. Because despite the frosted glass and the mist that filled the cylinder, that ten-foot-tall tube contained something biological. There was a row of the cylinders spaced across the cargo bay. Maybe ten in all.”

Venber hybrid design

I’m guess he means -200 F?

Also the animorphs are so lucky that the yeerks don’t belive in video survalence

So can the writer’s just not count? Or does teh editor just not exist? 4 fucking doors opened in that fucking sequence. Ach counted 6 doors in this sequence and i trust that she’s better with numbers than I am

Ah the animorphs getting more people horribly maimed and killed b/c who the fuck knows is in the cansister with the alien that lives in absurdly fridgid temps

The free horks should hate these children and they’d be justified

And Visser 3 continues to be a shit leader

Rachel saving Cassie’s bacon

I mean Cassie, yer a Californian wolf (already kinda odd) but like you don’t think that an animal that lives in a hot place wouldn’t be good in the cold. No mexican wolf is gonna do well if just dumped in the arctic

Rachel keeps Ax warm as he and the others morph to hide in her fur from the cold.

Jake, you have a Siberian tiger morph, why are you gonna hide in Rachel’s fur? That tiger should be doing just about as well as Rachel’s bear

Oh no I was wrong just Ax and Tobias hide in Rachels fur

Marco goes into shock b/c he stayed a tropical animal instead of at least trying his wolf morph

...Rachel, hitting someone in the head is a good way to give them a concussion or brain damage so not helping

Again at best yall have Mexican wolves or Timbers adapted for the heat, Rachel’s grizzly is better than that

If you’ve been heading north al this time the arctic is more likely

“There were two of them. About eight feet tall. Humanoid. Torso, head, and limbs in the usual places. Only their heads were shaped kind of like a hammerhead shark's, oblong with big, dark globs on each side that must have been eyes. Each creature had two thick upper arms growing out of broad shoulders. The upper arms split at the elbows to make two forearms.

Big, burly, nasty-looking beasts. Silver, with flashes of blood-red and midnight-blue along their flanks, along their shoulders, and converging in their faces.

They were sliding toward us on long, ski-like feet. They used two of their forearms, one right and one left, to propel themselves forward.

And they glistened in the light like diamonds or crystals.”

More venber hybrids

Who apparently look exactly like regular venber

“The Venber kept coming, making strange, crunching noises. Regular, repeated sounds that seemed to ricochet off the rocks behind us in a weird, distorted echo. ”

Venbers echolocate apparently

Huh, so they’re not that far north then if the sun is setting

There was a polar bear at the zoo they got their morphs from. Too bad they never whent and collected more morphs from there

And teh andalites totally commited some form of genocide against the Five

Just assuming that humans are the creatures with the most complex genetic info avalible to the yeerks. But noooo the series isn’t saturated with ‘Humans are special!’

There’s fucking grass more geneticly complex than fucking humans

Really bitches? Yall do worse than seal shredding to yeerk hosts on a regular basis and Cassie you should be used to fucking predation

Ok i checked and this is after the dinosaur book more or less. Why are they surprised by Cassie being ok with hunting/scavenging? She’s already demonstrated more survival skills than the lot of yall

Cassie you’ve broken that don’t kill a sentient creature unless in absolute self defense many many times. I have not forgotten book 19 when you decided to kill a downed hork-bajir host that didn’t pose a threat to you

I like how all dolphins are lumped together by that statement

… dolphins have no blubber? Marco you just joined Jake’s “bows and arrows are close combat weapons” level of the fuck?

Seals have the instint to run? Sure

Amazing how these orca have blubber and can survive the artic waters

Also isn’t it a bit all that all the natives that the animorphs encounter all imediately assume that these kids are spirits?

I like this new kid but uh not the writers

Derek has a job

Derek is friends with a polar bear named Nanook. This is not getting less suspect

Friends as in watches him from a distance is slightly better

Derek goes back to his own life.

You know animorphs you could warn him about the whole yeerk thing in case, ya know you guys loose. Spread some info around.

Also, ya know if his village gets cable they can probably communicate to other people

Also, so, this inuit kid named his bear friend a bastardized version of the word for bear in his presumably native tongue

According to Marco polar bears hunt for fun b/c they are capable of going without eating for awhile. Almost like its difficult to find food in the fucking arctic and requires time and luck. These fuckmothering writers

The venber are strong enough to bend steel in their hands

Poor venbers

So there might be two surviving venber at the lest. If the yeerks can’t track and recapture them. If their programming stopped and they still arent attacking all quadrupeds putting them at odds with the locals who probably own dogs.

The book is finished at least. Did not enjoy that.

#nix reads animorphs #animorphs

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