She felt like an old soul when I first met her. Although now that I think back on it, it's probably because of all the taming and training that my brother Methos accomplished with her after her village was raided, her people killed, and her immortality triggered. He and Silas were the only ones who had the patience to do it. Silas was better with ( Read more... )

"What the hell…" he scoffed aloud while taking in the last few minutes of Highlander: The Source on the SCI FI channel. "Obviously the writers aren’t immortals," he chuckled and shut the TV off. After preparing something to eat he took the usual spot at the table. Paper opened to the latest news, Kronos greedily started munching on toast with ( Read more... )

ooc - Sorry I haven't been around at all all lately. No internet access and connection issues are plaguing me. I'm posting from a friend's house this evening and I'm hoping to get things squared away and back online in the next week or so. Kronos and I miss everybody very much, although he never would admit it. *hugs ( Read more... )

He had taken cues from Methos in the old days, when he was new and innocent of the ways of celebrating the gods. One might have thought that his people's beliefs would have stuck somewhere in his makeup. But like so many things from his pre-immortal time, he had lost the desire to hold to those memories and had let them go. Now, with centuries ( Read more... )

"Worst, I don't know if I have just one worst quality." He peered at Clyde. "Significant other! What the..." He tossed the pen aside and leaned back in his desk chair ( Read more... )

He had kept the journal safe but never opened it. He'd never had the desire to know. It didn't matter now. His plan was running smoothly. But Clyde had gotten hold of it and he had to put it out of the monkey's reach. So he decided while it was out, and he had some free time, he'd look at the first few entries. He'd only read a couple of ( Read more... )

He'd spent the better part of an hour working the newest addition to his string of horses with very little effect. The brown stallion was as wild as anything he'd seen before. Angered and frustrated, he tied it with the head fixed so the horse could not move a muscle. He'd wait it out; no food or water for the beast until it resigned itself to ( Read more... )

This started hereIt had been easy enough to find out who was hiding the scientist that Methos had made clear he wanted to find before Hsu. Easy for Kronos to get the details, after all, it was the kind of community he'd moved adeptly through for many years. The why behind his Brother's interest in the man had been murky until he'd reviewed the ( Read more... )

His eyes closed briefly after reading Methos' TM response on Loyalty. "Loyal to family, I suppose that is one way to look at it. I always saw it as a way to survive, to grow, to gain power, and to take control of whatever I wanted ( Read more... )

He thought back on the time he rode together with his brothers. It was a part of everyday life. Not just the overall mockery of the mortals they felt were beneath them but the way they poked fun at each other at every opportunity. There were so many things: Caspian's eating habits and how he would be so easily swayed by the promise of bigger game. ( Read more... )