Tales From the Hive, Albino Twins.
This story is NC-17, including rape, parental abuse, beastiality, incest, acib baths, but not Twincest.
Tales of the Hive #3: Tale of the Albino Twins.
The Moon hive was silent, it's dark corridors were barely lit at late at night. Ever since it's construction and birth from the middle ages, it had been almost an unwritten rule to live by the rhythm of the surface dwellers. It was made so, that the Dancers, werewolves of corrupted sort, could more easily fit in with first the small town, then the city up on the ground.
Ahir, the ruler of the physical plane of the Hive, was not asleep, and was waking quite many of the ones who were asleep by his loud paw steps. Then again, if they had been woken and they had noticed who it was making the noise, they wouldn't have given it much though. Ahir was not born into the tribe, or even raised there. It was only his fifth year as a member. The dark and lanky, but surprisingly powerful man was originally from the African tribe Silent Striders. Since his gaian origins, the Hive-born dancers paid his eccentrics not much mind. Ahir growled when he noticed a pack of teens arriving.
"What are you five doing here at this hour, you should be asleep!" he growled, scaring the young wolves by his big crinos form.
" S-s-sorry sir, but we 'ad this-" the alpha of the pack tries to explain, but Ahir growled, and the pack ran away, probably to their rooms. The ex-strider spat on the ground, kicking around rocks from the floor. He was waiting for his first litter of metis children to be born. He has performed the breeding ritual with five female breeders, so at least three pups should survive to adulthood.
Down in the breeding pits the air was fresher than in many other places in the Hive, thanks to a genius idea of one leader installing tunnels that brought air from the nearby surface woods. Pregnant garou females were lying on the ground, panthing in which form their future child would be born. One female, a rather pale yellow crinos, was in labour, screaming at the top of her lungs. It was a old werewolf saying, that birthing a metis was the hardest, and this female looked like a living proof of it. The workers of the pits were helping her in ways they could, but she still had to bring the brat into the world herself. She pushed her best, and after few minutes, a white wet fur ball slipped out, growling.
" Ah, it's a lightscared" one older female said, then noticing that the umbilical cord on the child was not yet completely out, and that the mother was still in pain. Soon, another white fur ball came out, thought smaller than it's elder sibling. The cords were quickly removed from the twins, and the firballs given to their mother to nurse. In some other, more corrupted Hives, this would have seen as insanity, but Three Moon was a city hive.
Gabrielle looked at the two pure white metis brats she had birthed, they looked just like her more purebred cousins. Trying to find a different life than in the Silver Fangs had not worked very well in the end. Suddenly, a loud growl came from the entrance to the pits, scaring her children.
" All right you dirty whores, WHERE are my heirs!" rang the voice through the halls. Gabrielle whimpered, that was the father of her twins. The other children he had sired had miscarried, and everyone feaed that the unborn children's mothers would pay dearly for it. Ahir was not a very patient man. The workers of the pits were telling Ahir about the fate of all but two of his children, receiving a claw strikes to their faces. Gabrielle whimpered, as Ahir came next to her, and grabbed the twins from her.
"Ah, you gave me these two sons!" he grinned at looked at the bigger child with pride.
Gabrielle watched as he left, unable to say that the bigger child was actually a female.
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It was a rather calm day at the den, a terrifyingly pale girl sat beside a pond, watching as a white wolf cub played in the water.
" Brother, stop wetting yourself too badly..father will be angry" she sighed, and the cub looked at her with it's tail between it's legs. The female sighed and scratched her short hair, her head still hurting from it being cut yesterday. The wolf cub changed into a small young man, with similarly short white hair, his eyes blue instead of pale pink.
" Sister, father won't be mad, he thinks swimming helps me-" the male began.
" Of course he does, he wants you to beat me!" his sister hissed, eyes flaring up a moment, before calming down again. Her brother quickly hugged her from behind, trying his best to say sorry.
"All right you brats! Shithead and Bastard! you are going to dance the spiral because the three heads want you sorry excuses of flesh among warriors of the wyrm!" Ahir growled, looking at his two 'heirs', after the larger, stronger one had turned out to be a female, and the sole male was skinny and a runt all over, Ahir had been furious. Now he had no heirs and he had spent too much time raising these two as heirs to just discard them. So, he trained them as loyal bodyguards, but Bastard, the female, had proved a tough one to break to his will. Ahir sighed and grabbed both of his children by their hands, and dragged them outside the area he has locked them, of course blindfolding and shutting their noses before leaving.
The ritual area was surprisingly small compared to the other hive, it was a sparsely furnished cave, with sand floor and currently a strange spiral pattern being drawn to it by a shaman. Ahir threw his children next to the shaman.
" Look, Odd-eye, I do not think these two would be any use, they have no idea how our laws or anything works" he said, the shaman grinned, revealing yellow teeth.
" Ahir, every child of our great father is needed, and these two seem to be in a good shape" he said, drawing the last circles to the spiral.
The first thing the twins noticed inside the spiral, was that it was like a pulsing red tunnel with odd mist that had scent they could no recognize. It confuses them and bastard grabbed the hand of her brother.
" Sister.." the younger twin whimpered, pressing close to his sister. Bastard bit her lip and kept walking, ignoring the whispers from the spirits. As she walked the landscape began to shake, bend and move in her eyes, making her want to vomit. Her brother saw the same, and the twins walked trought the tunnel moving like two drunks.
Ahir looked as the twins dropped onto the floor, looking like two drunks. They gasped for few moments, before vomiting to the sand. Odd-eye grinned and grabbed the recthing cubs from their hair and lifted them up.
" Ah, great father has given these children names..the female is Hierrrrk, or Dances the Spiral Backwards, and the male is Hyeeerk or Skips the Spiral Forward" announced the shaman. The newly rited Dancers did not look very glad.
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The floor of the Hive was never quite soft, and as soon as Dances hit her head against it, she knew it wasn't very warm either.
" WHAT did you say, Bastard!" her father roared, Dances quickly rose to face him.
" My name is Dances, and you are a bloody terrible father!" she growled, baring her fangs. Skips was hiding behind her, wishing the fight would be over as soon as possible. This has become more and more frequent sight in the hive since the twins had been rited, Ahir had feared this, but had been helpless to argue against the Three Heads.
" Excuse sir, but are you Ahir Blood-Tongue?" said someone, the three dancers turning their gaze towards the sound. There stood a rather odd looking gentleman with black clothes and piecing red eyes. Ahir knew that strange appearance, the members of the Rotten Skull hive's 'elite', bunch of country bums to the Three Moon members, had that look. And he had heard stories about the birth of the messiah of the Wyrm born there few years ago. And the rumors of that messiah coming to britain and taking over hives had made Ahir more and more against the messiah.
"What do you want?" he growled, the stranger giving Ahir a surprised look. The twins did not know what to think of the strange man, so they paid him no mind.
" I'm here to make a deal about the ownership of the hive" the stranger said, Ahir bared his teeth.
" Some nerve you have, to come to our homes and drive us out!" he growled.
" You have misunderstood me sir, I am not trying to drive you away, but network of hives work better than all hives isolated, do you not agree?" the messiah said, Ahir didn't look pleased.
" I'll see if you are tough enough, Bastard, Shithead, attack!" he howled.
The twins obeyed instantly, disobeying the leader in times when the Hive was threatened was punished by death. Cuchulainn took a defensive position more quickly than the twins were expecting, and he blocked Dances' blade with his cane, but still being able to trip Skip down onto the ground. Quickly, the messiah ducked and pressed the head of the smaller twin to the ground, while keeping his cane against Dances' blade. The larger albino twin was up for a surprise when Cuchulainn let go and grabbed her by the collar of the shirt, pulling her against the ground.
" Ahir, I wished for a calm solution, but if it's a fight you prefer" he said, rising to his feet, leaving the twins confused and their noses broken. Ahir growled and shifted into crinos, Cuchulainn following him.
The fight was quick, but gathered quite crowd. Then again, with the famous messiah fighting, it was no wonder. Dances watched as her father fell to the ground, howling in pain. She grinned, ran to him and kicked his face. Then she shifted to crinos, Skip following suit and the twins carried the man to the edge of the acid pool, and down he went.
" That was...interesting, lad" the messiah said, looking down into the vat.
" he deserved that" Dances hissed, making the darkhaired man look at her quizically.
" If you say so, lad"
Skip stared at the man for a moment.
" What is lad?" he asked, making Dances jump, Skip wasn't the one to talk to strangers.
" Ah, it's a word for a..well, young man in my country" answered the messiah, Skip nodded, but hid a smile.
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Three Moon hive was more well made than Cuchulainn had originally expected, it's dark corindors were lit by balefires, but in the middle was a nicely lit living area. Both Jonas and Lance had showed liking to the hive as well, which made Cuchulainn very glad. He started whistling while walking to a room which he had 'reserved' for himself.
It was a rather small room, and sparsely furnished, only a two person bed, which Cuchulainn was curious to know the origin of, and a desk. There were two bookcases, thank the wyrm, but in them were simple stories, stories that were either sold in a streetcorner for few pennies, thus naming them penny dreadfuls, or the ones that were for the children. Cuchulainn lied down on the bed and quickly jumped up as he saw large bloodstains on the roof. He quickly shifted into his birth form, which was a rather peculiarly marked european wolf. The room suddenly told a grim tale. The smell of bodily fluid, fear, anger and hate, and cubs. Cuchulainn was no stranger to these scents, but the way they presented rhemselves to him was far too farmiliar to be anywhere close to his comfort zone. Suddenly the door came, and the larger of the bodyguards of the previous leader stepped in, clearky surprised to find him there.
" Excuse me lad, I was only investigating the scents of this room" Cuchulainn told him, the bodygaurd sighing heavily.
" Gives-Ithkya, this room belongs to me and my brother" he said, pale red eyes downcast. Cuchulainn took his homid form and walked next to the teen.
" If it is so, then I will gladly find another room to sleep in" he told the boy, who suddenly took a very defensive position.
"Look you...you...chosen one, if you start treating Skip the way my father did, well, I'll kill you!" he growled, Cuchulainn noticing that the youth's voice wasn't even close to broken, even if it was in it's very late teens.
" Ahir was your father, right?" he asked the boy, who nodded. Cuchulainn put both his hands on the shoulders of the young man and looked into those pale eyes with warmness.
" Believe, young man, I will not-" he started, but noticed that the youth was chuckling quite openly.
" Young man? I'm a woman" she told him, Cuchulainn taken aback for few minutes. But the female continued, her voice filled with very clear disgust.
"Are you going to rape me now? tear my insides apart?" she said, Cuchulainn sighed deeply.
" Listen-" He started, but the female cut in.
" Dances the Spiral Backwards, that's my name" she said, looking at the messiah with clear hate. To Cuchulainn, this was like looking back five years.
" Dances, I will personally assure you, that I will not lift a claw against you or your brother, and you may dismiss the bodygaurd duty as well, I have no need for those" He said to the female, his voice almost emotionless, making the younger dancer flinch visibly.
Few hours later, Cuchulainn had offered Dances some tea, hoping it to calm her down enough for intelligent discussion. It had worked, execpt the ragabash had very bad table manners.
" So, this HIve has a diplomatic power, interesting" he said to Dances, who had helped herself very gratiously with the dried meat. Cuchulainn smiled, using dried meat had originally been his way of offering cookies, as he could not consume anything but meat. But he had noticed that the meat certainly was preferred among the werewolves to cookies.
" Yes, to whole britain" Dances mumbled somewhere between wolfing down the meat and slurping the tea. Cuchulainn paid no attention to her, as he now saw another steppingstone towards his ultimate plan. To free the wyrm, to end this foolish war that had misguided all garou, heck, all world, from their pupose. He smiled widely.
" Tell, me, Dances, how old are you?" Cuchulainn asked the albino.
" Twentytwo, you?" she said, Cuchulainn's brows lifting quite high from the response. Dances was only two years younger than he was in human age, and easily being older than him in human years.
" Twentyfour, my you look like you are sixteen turns of the year" he answered her.
" I don't know the validy of that sentence, you did mistake me for a male" Dances laughed out loud. Cuchulainn joined her, he was a man of humor after all.
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London's streets were never quite clean, and for Skip, who personally preferred to go barefoot, the roofs were far more desirable. Besides, London's fog was so thick, that a overhead view was preferable. Skip jumped from one roof to the next, using the gifts his spirit friend had given to him to stay on top. Then, the metallic scent of blood caught him off-guard, almost causing him to fall down. It took few minutes for Skip to get back to balance, but once he did, he noticed the source of the scent.
It was a rather tall man, lying to the street, covered in blood. Dead as a doornail. Skip looked around to make sure no human was near, before jumping down and investigating the body. It was soon clear what had killed the person, a deep stab wound in his stomach and throat. Skip stared at the body for few minutes, it had strange, yet interesting clothes. And then there was a strange hat lying next to the body. Skip grabbed it quickly. It was a rather well worn hat made out of strong fabric, and it hat a nice ring of softer cloth around it's base. Skip grinned and put it to his head, also taking the coat from the body.
When the Scotland Yard arrived, they found Simeon the Blade stripped of his coat, and the famous hat missing. Then they caught sight of the ghostly figure on a nearby roof. But as soon as they had seen it, it disappeared.
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Dances ran throught the tunnels, feeling her speed move her pure white fur. She loved her wolf-form, it had grown in size and power ever since she had been free from her father. Well, she and her twin brother, who was again running among the streets of the city on the surface. Dances did not know if her sensitive skin could handle it as well as Skip's could. But she quickly focused her mind from the sad state of her skin to the joys of her life. She had danced the spiral five times now, becoming what was basically a higher up to the messiah. Who had become her mate over the course of years. This has entailed also Dances adopting the, then, two cubs of the messiah as her own cubs. She had been very surprised how well she had handled the two. Then again, watching over Skip, who had become quite a deviant as he had found himself, had somewhat given her the idea of parenthood.
Loping her way to the sleeping chambers, Dances shifted to her homid form. streching her muscles and letting out a powerful howl, which was answered by a rather odd looking male wolf, who jumped against her, wagging it's tail. The messiah or not, Cuchulainn certainly sometimes forgot he was not a mere wolf.
" Wait, WHAT!?" Dances hissed as she heard what her mate had to say. Cuchulainn looked at her with his eyes lit with excitement. They had come inside the room, when Cuchulainn had told her something she had hard time believing.
" Yes, Gaia has given the permission to form the Ring of the Sun!" he barked. Dances was still dumbstruct. Ring of the Sun, it was THE pack, even more important than a silver pack. And that pack was formed here, in england, and to a village they had tunnels to. But that was not the only thing that had made Dances confused, Cuchulainn apparently wanted to help them.
" So, you pretend to be a Fianna priest? Okay, but are you SURE it'll work, Cue, it's the Ring of the Sun!" Dances half-whined without fully noticing that she did.
" Do not worry Dances, Colleen is in the pack" Cuchulainn said. Dances let out a rather pained groan. Colleen was Cuchulainn's favorite spy. Of course, Cuchulainn cared for the young ahroun sometimes like she was his own child. Not very unsual for him.
" Let me guess, one of the brats from the italian bastard is going to join too?" She joked, but was not really surprised when Cuchulainn nodded.
" Look, Cue, I hate to say it, but don't act all optimistic yet" Dances said, Cuchulainn nodded and shifted to his human form, removing his shirt and digging up a priest cassock.
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Funerals were not very commonplace in hives. Contrary to popular belief, it was not because dancers didn't care and were too busy being insane and eating their own shit. No, it was because death rate in hives was so high, and their mission far too important to grieve, plus, many bodies were used to feed the cubs in the nurseries. So, when Skip was called to the funeral of Colleen, he had been rather skeptic. Colleen had been a cute girl, and the honor she had received was high indeed, for a gaian or a dancer. But by the wyrm, that messiah sure loved acting all human.
It had been a rather small ceremony, only Cuchulainn, Dances, the cubs of those two, and Skip himself. Few candles were lit and prayers were said, nothing much. Not much needed, as werewolves reincarnated. Skip laid a rose he had picked from a local flowergirl to the makeshift grave. Due the manner of her death, Collen's body could not be transported to the hive, but her posessions were still buried, and the grave sealed by a powerful spirit to ensure it stayed shut. He sighed and turned to his twin sister, motioning her to come deeper into the tunnel to duscuss something.
" Sis, please, leave the messiah" Skip whimpered to his elder sister, who gave out a tortured sigh.
" Skip, how many times we've been throught this? I will not leave Cue" Dances growled, but Skip stood his ground.
" This ain't like before sis, the Ring has been formed, look what 'appened to Colleen, the messiah was in 'is 'igh few years, but not anymore, 'e's gonna crash 'n' burn and you WITH 'im if ya-" Skip explained, Dances' expression still was the same, however.
" Even if, Skip, I cannot just leave him, and the kids, you want THEM to die too?" Dances hissed back, knowing that her brother had very close relationship to his nephews.
" Take them wiv' ya.." Skip mumurred, Dances groaned a little.
" I don't leave you, why should I leave him? I love him, and leaving him when he...Look Skip, even if he falls, I will be with him" she said, Skip making a very sad face. Dances sighed and patted her bother to the head.
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Cuchulainn seldom was anything but neat. In Dances' memory, she hadn't seen him this dirty, torn and sad ever. And yet, now the man was a true mess, even if he had cleaned up most of the blood. He had just went to enjoy a cup of tea with the italian bastard, Gustavo Contarini. Few hours ago, Cuchulainn and Gustavo had arrived to the hive, looking like hell itself had swallowed them and spat back mostly whole. They had been captured by wyrm serving bastet's in a bloody fight, stuffed into a shippingcrate and almost used in a ritual. Dances couldn't believe what she had heard. And she remembered what Skip had said few months ago, about Cue crashing and burning.
Dances quickly helped Cuchulainn to the bed, and started tying his wounds the best she could, the deep scar the messiah had received that ran across his body made her wince. And feel more dread than before, what if...
Tales of the Hive #3: Tale of the Albino Twins.
The Moon hive was silent, it's dark corridors were barely lit at late at night. Ever since it's construction and birth from the middle ages, it had been almost an unwritten rule to live by the rhythm of the surface dwellers. It was made so, that the Dancers, werewolves of corrupted sort, could more easily fit in with first the small town, then the city up on the ground.
Ahir, the ruler of the physical plane of the Hive, was not asleep, and was waking quite many of the ones who were asleep by his loud paw steps. Then again, if they had been woken and they had noticed who it was making the noise, they wouldn't have given it much though. Ahir was not born into the tribe, or even raised there. It was only his fifth year as a member. The dark and lanky, but surprisingly powerful man was originally from the African tribe Silent Striders. Since his gaian origins, the Hive-born dancers paid his eccentrics not much mind. Ahir growled when he noticed a pack of teens arriving.
"What are you five doing here at this hour, you should be asleep!" he growled, scaring the young wolves by his big crinos form.
" S-s-sorry sir, but we 'ad this-" the alpha of the pack tries to explain, but Ahir growled, and the pack ran away, probably to their rooms. The ex-strider spat on the ground, kicking around rocks from the floor. He was waiting for his first litter of metis children to be born. He has performed the breeding ritual with five female breeders, so at least three pups should survive to adulthood.
Down in the breeding pits the air was fresher than in many other places in the Hive, thanks to a genius idea of one leader installing tunnels that brought air from the nearby surface woods. Pregnant garou females were lying on the ground, panthing in which form their future child would be born. One female, a rather pale yellow crinos, was in labour, screaming at the top of her lungs. It was a old werewolf saying, that birthing a metis was the hardest, and this female looked like a living proof of it. The workers of the pits were helping her in ways they could, but she still had to bring the brat into the world herself. She pushed her best, and after few minutes, a white wet fur ball slipped out, growling.
" Ah, it's a lightscared" one older female said, then noticing that the umbilical cord on the child was not yet completely out, and that the mother was still in pain. Soon, another white fur ball came out, thought smaller than it's elder sibling. The cords were quickly removed from the twins, and the firballs given to their mother to nurse. In some other, more corrupted Hives, this would have seen as insanity, but Three Moon was a city hive.
Gabrielle looked at the two pure white metis brats she had birthed, they looked just like her more purebred cousins. Trying to find a different life than in the Silver Fangs had not worked very well in the end. Suddenly, a loud growl came from the entrance to the pits, scaring her children.
" All right you dirty whores, WHERE are my heirs!" rang the voice through the halls. Gabrielle whimpered, that was the father of her twins. The other children he had sired had miscarried, and everyone feaed that the unborn children's mothers would pay dearly for it. Ahir was not a very patient man. The workers of the pits were telling Ahir about the fate of all but two of his children, receiving a claw strikes to their faces. Gabrielle whimpered, as Ahir came next to her, and grabbed the twins from her.
"Ah, you gave me these two sons!" he grinned at looked at the bigger child with pride.
Gabrielle watched as he left, unable to say that the bigger child was actually a female.
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It was a rather calm day at the den, a terrifyingly pale girl sat beside a pond, watching as a white wolf cub played in the water.
" Brother, stop wetting yourself too badly..father will be angry" she sighed, and the cub looked at her with it's tail between it's legs. The female sighed and scratched her short hair, her head still hurting from it being cut yesterday. The wolf cub changed into a small young man, with similarly short white hair, his eyes blue instead of pale pink.
" Sister, father won't be mad, he thinks swimming helps me-" the male began.
" Of course he does, he wants you to beat me!" his sister hissed, eyes flaring up a moment, before calming down again. Her brother quickly hugged her from behind, trying his best to say sorry.
"All right you brats! Shithead and Bastard! you are going to dance the spiral because the three heads want you sorry excuses of flesh among warriors of the wyrm!" Ahir growled, looking at his two 'heirs', after the larger, stronger one had turned out to be a female, and the sole male was skinny and a runt all over, Ahir had been furious. Now he had no heirs and he had spent too much time raising these two as heirs to just discard them. So, he trained them as loyal bodyguards, but Bastard, the female, had proved a tough one to break to his will. Ahir sighed and grabbed both of his children by their hands, and dragged them outside the area he has locked them, of course blindfolding and shutting their noses before leaving.
The ritual area was surprisingly small compared to the other hive, it was a sparsely furnished cave, with sand floor and currently a strange spiral pattern being drawn to it by a shaman. Ahir threw his children next to the shaman.
" Look, Odd-eye, I do not think these two would be any use, they have no idea how our laws or anything works" he said, the shaman grinned, revealing yellow teeth.
" Ahir, every child of our great father is needed, and these two seem to be in a good shape" he said, drawing the last circles to the spiral.
The first thing the twins noticed inside the spiral, was that it was like a pulsing red tunnel with odd mist that had scent they could no recognize. It confuses them and bastard grabbed the hand of her brother.
" Sister.." the younger twin whimpered, pressing close to his sister. Bastard bit her lip and kept walking, ignoring the whispers from the spirits. As she walked the landscape began to shake, bend and move in her eyes, making her want to vomit. Her brother saw the same, and the twins walked trought the tunnel moving like two drunks.
Ahir looked as the twins dropped onto the floor, looking like two drunks. They gasped for few moments, before vomiting to the sand. Odd-eye grinned and grabbed the recthing cubs from their hair and lifted them up.
" Ah, great father has given these children names..the female is Hierrrrk, or Dances the Spiral Backwards, and the male is Hyeeerk or Skips the Spiral Forward" announced the shaman. The newly rited Dancers did not look very glad.
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The floor of the Hive was never quite soft, and as soon as Dances hit her head against it, she knew it wasn't very warm either.
" WHAT did you say, Bastard!" her father roared, Dances quickly rose to face him.
" My name is Dances, and you are a bloody terrible father!" she growled, baring her fangs. Skips was hiding behind her, wishing the fight would be over as soon as possible. This has become more and more frequent sight in the hive since the twins had been rited, Ahir had feared this, but had been helpless to argue against the Three Heads.
" Excuse sir, but are you Ahir Blood-Tongue?" said someone, the three dancers turning their gaze towards the sound. There stood a rather odd looking gentleman with black clothes and piecing red eyes. Ahir knew that strange appearance, the members of the Rotten Skull hive's 'elite', bunch of country bums to the Three Moon members, had that look. And he had heard stories about the birth of the messiah of the Wyrm born there few years ago. And the rumors of that messiah coming to britain and taking over hives had made Ahir more and more against the messiah.
"What do you want?" he growled, the stranger giving Ahir a surprised look. The twins did not know what to think of the strange man, so they paid him no mind.
" I'm here to make a deal about the ownership of the hive" the stranger said, Ahir bared his teeth.
" Some nerve you have, to come to our homes and drive us out!" he growled.
" You have misunderstood me sir, I am not trying to drive you away, but network of hives work better than all hives isolated, do you not agree?" the messiah said, Ahir didn't look pleased.
" I'll see if you are tough enough, Bastard, Shithead, attack!" he howled.
The twins obeyed instantly, disobeying the leader in times when the Hive was threatened was punished by death. Cuchulainn took a defensive position more quickly than the twins were expecting, and he blocked Dances' blade with his cane, but still being able to trip Skip down onto the ground. Quickly, the messiah ducked and pressed the head of the smaller twin to the ground, while keeping his cane against Dances' blade. The larger albino twin was up for a surprise when Cuchulainn let go and grabbed her by the collar of the shirt, pulling her against the ground.
" Ahir, I wished for a calm solution, but if it's a fight you prefer" he said, rising to his feet, leaving the twins confused and their noses broken. Ahir growled and shifted into crinos, Cuchulainn following him.
The fight was quick, but gathered quite crowd. Then again, with the famous messiah fighting, it was no wonder. Dances watched as her father fell to the ground, howling in pain. She grinned, ran to him and kicked his face. Then she shifted to crinos, Skip following suit and the twins carried the man to the edge of the acid pool, and down he went.
" That was...interesting, lad" the messiah said, looking down into the vat.
" he deserved that" Dances hissed, making the darkhaired man look at her quizically.
" If you say so, lad"
Skip stared at the man for a moment.
" What is lad?" he asked, making Dances jump, Skip wasn't the one to talk to strangers.
" Ah, it's a word for a..well, young man in my country" answered the messiah, Skip nodded, but hid a smile.
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Three Moon hive was more well made than Cuchulainn had originally expected, it's dark corindors were lit by balefires, but in the middle was a nicely lit living area. Both Jonas and Lance had showed liking to the hive as well, which made Cuchulainn very glad. He started whistling while walking to a room which he had 'reserved' for himself.
It was a rather small room, and sparsely furnished, only a two person bed, which Cuchulainn was curious to know the origin of, and a desk. There were two bookcases, thank the wyrm, but in them were simple stories, stories that were either sold in a streetcorner for few pennies, thus naming them penny dreadfuls, or the ones that were for the children. Cuchulainn lied down on the bed and quickly jumped up as he saw large bloodstains on the roof. He quickly shifted into his birth form, which was a rather peculiarly marked european wolf. The room suddenly told a grim tale. The smell of bodily fluid, fear, anger and hate, and cubs. Cuchulainn was no stranger to these scents, but the way they presented rhemselves to him was far too farmiliar to be anywhere close to his comfort zone. Suddenly the door came, and the larger of the bodyguards of the previous leader stepped in, clearky surprised to find him there.
" Excuse me lad, I was only investigating the scents of this room" Cuchulainn told him, the bodygaurd sighing heavily.
" Gives-Ithkya, this room belongs to me and my brother" he said, pale red eyes downcast. Cuchulainn took his homid form and walked next to the teen.
" If it is so, then I will gladly find another room to sleep in" he told the boy, who suddenly took a very defensive position.
"Look you...you...chosen one, if you start treating Skip the way my father did, well, I'll kill you!" he growled, Cuchulainn noticing that the youth's voice wasn't even close to broken, even if it was in it's very late teens.
" Ahir was your father, right?" he asked the boy, who nodded. Cuchulainn put both his hands on the shoulders of the young man and looked into those pale eyes with warmness.
" Believe, young man, I will not-" he started, but noticed that the youth was chuckling quite openly.
" Young man? I'm a woman" she told him, Cuchulainn taken aback for few minutes. But the female continued, her voice filled with very clear disgust.
"Are you going to rape me now? tear my insides apart?" she said, Cuchulainn sighed deeply.
" Listen-" He started, but the female cut in.
" Dances the Spiral Backwards, that's my name" she said, looking at the messiah with clear hate. To Cuchulainn, this was like looking back five years.
" Dances, I will personally assure you, that I will not lift a claw against you or your brother, and you may dismiss the bodygaurd duty as well, I have no need for those" He said to the female, his voice almost emotionless, making the younger dancer flinch visibly.
Few hours later, Cuchulainn had offered Dances some tea, hoping it to calm her down enough for intelligent discussion. It had worked, execpt the ragabash had very bad table manners.
" So, this HIve has a diplomatic power, interesting" he said to Dances, who had helped herself very gratiously with the dried meat. Cuchulainn smiled, using dried meat had originally been his way of offering cookies, as he could not consume anything but meat. But he had noticed that the meat certainly was preferred among the werewolves to cookies.
" Yes, to whole britain" Dances mumbled somewhere between wolfing down the meat and slurping the tea. Cuchulainn paid no attention to her, as he now saw another steppingstone towards his ultimate plan. To free the wyrm, to end this foolish war that had misguided all garou, heck, all world, from their pupose. He smiled widely.
" Tell, me, Dances, how old are you?" Cuchulainn asked the albino.
" Twentytwo, you?" she said, Cuchulainn's brows lifting quite high from the response. Dances was only two years younger than he was in human age, and easily being older than him in human years.
" Twentyfour, my you look like you are sixteen turns of the year" he answered her.
" I don't know the validy of that sentence, you did mistake me for a male" Dances laughed out loud. Cuchulainn joined her, he was a man of humor after all.
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London's streets were never quite clean, and for Skip, who personally preferred to go barefoot, the roofs were far more desirable. Besides, London's fog was so thick, that a overhead view was preferable. Skip jumped from one roof to the next, using the gifts his spirit friend had given to him to stay on top. Then, the metallic scent of blood caught him off-guard, almost causing him to fall down. It took few minutes for Skip to get back to balance, but once he did, he noticed the source of the scent.
It was a rather tall man, lying to the street, covered in blood. Dead as a doornail. Skip looked around to make sure no human was near, before jumping down and investigating the body. It was soon clear what had killed the person, a deep stab wound in his stomach and throat. Skip stared at the body for few minutes, it had strange, yet interesting clothes. And then there was a strange hat lying next to the body. Skip grabbed it quickly. It was a rather well worn hat made out of strong fabric, and it hat a nice ring of softer cloth around it's base. Skip grinned and put it to his head, also taking the coat from the body.
When the Scotland Yard arrived, they found Simeon the Blade stripped of his coat, and the famous hat missing. Then they caught sight of the ghostly figure on a nearby roof. But as soon as they had seen it, it disappeared.
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Dances ran throught the tunnels, feeling her speed move her pure white fur. She loved her wolf-form, it had grown in size and power ever since she had been free from her father. Well, she and her twin brother, who was again running among the streets of the city on the surface. Dances did not know if her sensitive skin could handle it as well as Skip's could. But she quickly focused her mind from the sad state of her skin to the joys of her life. She had danced the spiral five times now, becoming what was basically a higher up to the messiah. Who had become her mate over the course of years. This has entailed also Dances adopting the, then, two cubs of the messiah as her own cubs. She had been very surprised how well she had handled the two. Then again, watching over Skip, who had become quite a deviant as he had found himself, had somewhat given her the idea of parenthood.
Loping her way to the sleeping chambers, Dances shifted to her homid form. streching her muscles and letting out a powerful howl, which was answered by a rather odd looking male wolf, who jumped against her, wagging it's tail. The messiah or not, Cuchulainn certainly sometimes forgot he was not a mere wolf.
" Wait, WHAT!?" Dances hissed as she heard what her mate had to say. Cuchulainn looked at her with his eyes lit with excitement. They had come inside the room, when Cuchulainn had told her something she had hard time believing.
" Yes, Gaia has given the permission to form the Ring of the Sun!" he barked. Dances was still dumbstruct. Ring of the Sun, it was THE pack, even more important than a silver pack. And that pack was formed here, in england, and to a village they had tunnels to. But that was not the only thing that had made Dances confused, Cuchulainn apparently wanted to help them.
" So, you pretend to be a Fianna priest? Okay, but are you SURE it'll work, Cue, it's the Ring of the Sun!" Dances half-whined without fully noticing that she did.
" Do not worry Dances, Colleen is in the pack" Cuchulainn said. Dances let out a rather pained groan. Colleen was Cuchulainn's favorite spy. Of course, Cuchulainn cared for the young ahroun sometimes like she was his own child. Not very unsual for him.
" Let me guess, one of the brats from the italian bastard is going to join too?" She joked, but was not really surprised when Cuchulainn nodded.
" Look, Cue, I hate to say it, but don't act all optimistic yet" Dances said, Cuchulainn nodded and shifted to his human form, removing his shirt and digging up a priest cassock.
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Funerals were not very commonplace in hives. Contrary to popular belief, it was not because dancers didn't care and were too busy being insane and eating their own shit. No, it was because death rate in hives was so high, and their mission far too important to grieve, plus, many bodies were used to feed the cubs in the nurseries. So, when Skip was called to the funeral of Colleen, he had been rather skeptic. Colleen had been a cute girl, and the honor she had received was high indeed, for a gaian or a dancer. But by the wyrm, that messiah sure loved acting all human.
It had been a rather small ceremony, only Cuchulainn, Dances, the cubs of those two, and Skip himself. Few candles were lit and prayers were said, nothing much. Not much needed, as werewolves reincarnated. Skip laid a rose he had picked from a local flowergirl to the makeshift grave. Due the manner of her death, Collen's body could not be transported to the hive, but her posessions were still buried, and the grave sealed by a powerful spirit to ensure it stayed shut. He sighed and turned to his twin sister, motioning her to come deeper into the tunnel to duscuss something.
" Sis, please, leave the messiah" Skip whimpered to his elder sister, who gave out a tortured sigh.
" Skip, how many times we've been throught this? I will not leave Cue" Dances growled, but Skip stood his ground.
" This ain't like before sis, the Ring has been formed, look what 'appened to Colleen, the messiah was in 'is 'igh few years, but not anymore, 'e's gonna crash 'n' burn and you WITH 'im if ya-" Skip explained, Dances' expression still was the same, however.
" Even if, Skip, I cannot just leave him, and the kids, you want THEM to die too?" Dances hissed back, knowing that her brother had very close relationship to his nephews.
" Take them wiv' ya.." Skip mumurred, Dances groaned a little.
" I don't leave you, why should I leave him? I love him, and leaving him when he...Look Skip, even if he falls, I will be with him" she said, Skip making a very sad face. Dances sighed and patted her bother to the head.
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Cuchulainn seldom was anything but neat. In Dances' memory, she hadn't seen him this dirty, torn and sad ever. And yet, now the man was a true mess, even if he had cleaned up most of the blood. He had just went to enjoy a cup of tea with the italian bastard, Gustavo Contarini. Few hours ago, Cuchulainn and Gustavo had arrived to the hive, looking like hell itself had swallowed them and spat back mostly whole. They had been captured by wyrm serving bastet's in a bloody fight, stuffed into a shippingcrate and almost used in a ritual. Dances couldn't believe what she had heard. And she remembered what Skip had said few months ago, about Cue crashing and burning.
Dances quickly helped Cuchulainn to the bed, and started tying his wounds the best she could, the deep scar the messiah had received that ran across his body made her wince. And feel more dread than before, what if...