They're all mad here. [P]

[† Demon †]

Two attempts, and it still sucks. This will have to do I'm afraid. . . :]

Demon was wandering the Ge-Rad lands rather aimlessly. She wasn't fond of Dreogan at the moment - they were a peeve-poor lot, pathetic to the damned extreme. Because, well, they were all of Sikla age - and she, by traditional values, found Sikla's to be weak. Glancing up to the horizon, emerald coals took in a beautiful sight. The twilight hours; ambers, golds, violets - all streaked over the sky in a perfect dance of Fenris' final hours, Fenris himself a deep shade of red, sinking slowly past the trees. Even the birds who sang their melodic tunes had died out in the distance, silence was Demon's only company - save for the devils within her head. Part of her wanted to just curl up in a ball and wait to die, because at the end of the day she didn't deserve to live. Some things were better never existing.

As blackened paws trod heavily against the turf, Demon remained emotionless - only the sounds of her breaths echoing around her. With ebon auds perked, she inhaled the air. It was vile by taste, it felt like perfection. She snarled bitterly; perfection was the one thing she hated the most, save for the Balkars anyway. Yet, part of the spices in this air caught her senses - Draeg... A smile stole her dark lips, canines shimmering in the golden lights. "Where are you, my sweet..." purred the beast under her breaths, inhaling sweet memories of advantage and raging hormones. Given, Draeg was no sleeze when it came to making love - but due to the situation in paw during those memories, it made her stomach twist and knot. Three days after Markaz; three days. It haunted her deeply, but she would not be defeated. Growling quietly, she positioned her ebon frame atop her haunches, muscles rippling on the extra weight.

"What brings me to Ge-Rad, dear mind? They're all mad here, you know..."

She was talking to herself, or so it seemed. More so it was the devils in her head, they had a plan. And that meant trouble - trouble or danger, both equally fun to the thrillseeking victims that lay scattered in the corridors of her skull. Shaking her head, a pinkish tongue fell from her jaws. Licking her lips, emerald orbs stared motionlessly into the horizon, watching the sun finally set - a navy sky forming behind, no stars in sight. Just the pregnant moon of Tor herself. Chuckling quietly, she treasured the little things in life; she knew not why, as she always craved for power, but something - deep inside - gained pleasure from something such as this. Something small... her good side perhaps?

"Ugh," she snorted, her thoughts racing wildly as she questioned herself yet again. "Give over, will you? It's just a ruddy sunset..." Rolling emerald eyes at herself, she could feel high spirits in her tone. There was no real reason to her contentment. Maybe it was reuniting with an old friend, an old lay. Or maybe she was just crazy, the mad hatter, and she was happy because the voices in her head told her to be. Whatever it was, in the end, was totally irrelevant. Why would it matter? It would benefit no one, or nothing for the source of her joy to be known.

Better to be happy then raving.[/color]

[Draeg]

Another day another patrol, that seemed to sum up Draeg's life pretty well these past few days. With his packmates popping in and out of Ge-Rad at a whim the amber dragga had taken it upon himself to personally see to it that the boundary remained intact and uncrossed, it wasn't really a difficult job just a tedious one which often robbed him of what little time he usually had to himself. Besides after four or five days of the same routine things started to get a little repetitive, most of the time nothing ever happened on these little patrols leaving Draeg feeling like he had not only wasted most of the day but a little bit of his life as well. Thinking about now he realized that he probably should've gotten Bane to patrol the renew the border, recalling that he had yet to assign the piebald wolf a job to keep him busy while he adjusted to life within the pack. Oh well, it was too late for that now.

High above him they sky was a swirl of color as Fenris made his gradual descent towards the horizon, the mighty wolf god becoming a brilliant shade of red as he fell past the line of trees that lay rooted firmly within Ge-Rad’s soil. With her mate fading off into the distance Tor began her rapid ascent into the evening sky, rising forth from behind the horizon to take her rightful place among the stars and shine her soothing pale light down upon the free varg of Transylvania. Having renewed the last of the scent markers Draeg began making his way back towards the spot the pack had chosen to act as their meeting place for the time being, backtracking along the same path he had used during his patrol.

It was late and Draeg was tired, the amber varg wanted nothing more than to simply return to the den, curl up next to Cwen, and sleep until noon the following day. He had barely begun his trek when a familiar scent tugged at his nose, prompting to halt as he tilted his muzzle slightly to examine the odor more thoroughly and refamiliarize himself with it.

Demon? In Ge-Rad?

Cocking an ear in confusion Draeg renewed his trek, knowing that the Koran drappa lay somewhere ahead of him and wondering what events had transpired to spur her sudden visit. While there was a part of Draeg that was somewhat glad to see Demon again another, more frantic part that screamed for him to avoid her for fear tat either of his mate’s, particularly Cwen, would catch him alone with the scarred femme and get the wrong impression. Or even worse, find out about his brief night with the tantalizing femme. Whatever the reason for Demon’s visit they would have to keep it short, the amber varg was in no mood to be on the receiving end of either Cwen or Firefly’s wrath at the moment.

Draeg spotted her a moment later, her haunches to the ground as she sat watching the setting sun give way to night. Almost immediately he noticed that she had broken through the scent markers he had just laid earlier and was sitting just within the borders, suppressing an annoyed growled he trotted forward to meet her. “Demon!” he barked, announcing his presence. “Greetings, nice to see that you’re enjoying yourself. What brings you to Ge-Rad, you don’t normally stray so far from Koran?”

[† Demon †]

Such a bad post. My apologies.

Her auds perked, that familiar voice littering her mind like poison. It burnt her skull, torn down her barriars; it was horrible. Past memories flashed before her eyes. The castle. The grief, the destruction. The sweet musk of sex in the air. And months later; Damian. The thought spawn of Markaz, but Draegs in all senses. She knew this well. "Draeg," she cooed softly, her body turning slowly - seductively. "How lovely to see you..." The words were pushed through her cords, she had to withhold her manners - Dreogan was in desperate need for Allies, this and Deor the remaining ones. "Koran," she paused, staring the male directly in his eyes, smiling faintly. "Is no longer my home..."

She paused again, basking in the silence of the moment. Dwelling on how much had changed since her return to the valley only recently. She had a pack, a lover, a mate, and unknowingly, cubs on the way. Everything seemed so perfect - for her anyway. Fantome, her secret infatuation. Nocturnia, her dark prince. And Draeg - a pawn in her devil's game of chess. She smiled, drawing herself out of her mind, emerald coals flicking back to the orbs of Draeg. "I am a Drappa," she purred proudly, "Dreogan. Northernmost border of the Vale. I am here for a purpose," She paused, smiling coldly - yet holding her friendly status. A moment of sanity, rare sight indeed. A sly grin, a flicker of evil; it all changed. A revelation revealed - the hidden chapters added to the book; all with a slip of words, and a few measly seconds..."I'm here for friendship, alliance between our packs Draeg - for the sake of our survival... and our son."

[Draeg]

Seating himself back on his haunches in an attempt to make himself more comfortable Draeg waited patiently for Demon to begin her explanation, his curiosity having gotten the better of him the amber Dragga found himself eager to hear what the seductive fae had to say, if only for old times sake. Aud's rising as she spoke Draeg did his best to maintain a look of indifference as he listen to Demon speak, quirking his brow slightly upon learning of her defection from her home pack in Koran. While she had often told him of how unsatisfied she had been with her standing within the valley pack it had never occurred to Draeg that anything short of Markaz's return could spur the scarred seductress to abandon the pack that had been her home for many moons. Had her seething, ever present jealously and ongoing rivalry with the Koran Co-Drappa Phantom finally become too much for her to bear or had she been driven out? Perhaps she had begun moving through life as a Kerl? No. Despite the fact that she had discarded Koran the scent of varg still clung heavily to her slender bodice in a fashion that belayed no Kerl. There was a pack involved in all of this, but the question was which one?

It didn't take long for him to find out as Demon was quick to announce her newfound status as Drappa to the amber varg, her muzzle fixed in a cold but oddly friendly smile as poisoned eyes met his amber gaze. For some reason Draeg couldn't help but feel slightly unnerved by the way Demon was looking at him, recalling such looks often meant that the sly seductress had already given the matter a considerable deal of thought and most likely had something relatively sinister up her sleeve. He listened to her proposal, not really surprised by her attempts to form an alliance given that he had half expected it after learning of recent promotion, however nothing he did could have prepared him for what she said next. "WHAT!!!"

In the blink of an eye he was on his feet, eyes wide and jaw agape as his mind tried to process what he had just heard. Draeg felt sick, stagger back from the Dreogan Drappa in a drunken daze as a wave of nausea suddenly washed over him. His jowls beginning to salver with bile causing him to gag and leaving an acidic aftertaste lingering in his mouth. He felt sick and for a brief moment Draeg thought he was going to throw up. Our son she had said, the unwanted product of their union. Impossible, the pair had established long ago that nothing had resulted from their coupling, and seeing that they hadn't lain together since how could she really claim to have sired a child bearing his blood? But what if it was true and Demon had really given birth to a son, his son? No! Draeg didn't believe it. He couldn't believe it, he wouldn't, not until he had proof of what Demon said was true. Regaining his sense of balance and steadying himself Draeg returned to his previous position so that he was once again facing Demon, his features hardening as he met the newly appointed Drappa’s emerald gaze evenly.

She had planned this, Draeg knew it, though if she intended to blackmail him into an alliance then she was in for a big surprise. Raising himself up to his full height to assume a more dominant stance he spoke, his tone flat but with a slight edge to it as words emanated from between clenched teeth. “Last I recall we had both established that nothing had come of our time together and that the pup in question had been born of Markaz’s bloodline. And in either case why should I believe you, this all seems a little too convenient to me.” Lifting his head thoughtfully he paused to think, settling his gaze back on Demon after a moment. “Prove to me that he is truly a member of my bloodline, bring him to me to judge for myself, and I promise to consult the matter of an alliance with my Drappa. I warn you though Demon, if this is some sort of trick…”

[† Demon †]

As I have lost the password to Damian's account, I shall include him here. Hope you dont mind..

The beast's jaw twisted into a stomach-clenching smirk. The affect on which this little gem had caused on the Ge-Rad Dragga was too amusing for words; she had always loved the element of surprise, and now it was realized why. The expressions they use, the actions they make; and in this case, the lunch they throw up. Glancing cooly at the male, Demon was not faultered by his actions nor his words - she simply remained still, statue-like, absorbing the atmosphere as though a liquid vitamin for her ever so cancerous mind. "Trick you," she laughed finally, her tone melted in blissful amusement and sickly honesty. "Now, my dear," she continued, staring deeply at the amber varg. Her own emeralds glisterning beautifully in the rays of fading light. "Why assume a trick? Do you not trust the friend who stands before you anymore? Do you not believe the words of a Seer - who could, " she paused, another wild flicker of madness in her expression, "--could tell you your death in an instant." She grinned, canines shimmering under her ebon blanket; this was working all to plan - and for once, it was truthful.

Shifting her darkened frame, haunches twisted into a position that almost looked unearthly - demonic in a way. Truly exorcistic. With a thick smug look plastered on her jaw, memories danced like flames in her head - burning her corridors and twisting pathways with their seductive delights and unwelcoming promises. One in paticular; the birth of the bastard son. Draeg's son. True enough, she had desperately wanted to believe it of Markaz' bloodline, but that was never to be. He had died from her life a few days too early for it to be his spawn - instead, Demon knew from the conception of this devil that it had belonged to her flinging prince, Draeg of Ge-Rad. A year, maybe two, had gone by since his birth; and she had not spoken a word - not even to her beloved Tarkah. In all fairness, through some of that time she had forgotten the runt had existed. Until now...

"Very well," growled Demon bitterly, actually quite hurt that the amber prince had not believed her the first time round. "Here's your proof." With that said and done, the black femme arched her neck to the right; staring cruelly into a thicket of thorns and berries. Silence - a long pause as she watched constantly; the thump, thump, thump of her beating heart drilling a hole right through her skull. Then, finally, with a skip of her beats, a black mop appeared from the darkness. Tall, and elegant - strong and true, Draeg and Demon in a devilish mixture.

"Hello father," cooed the small, yet surprisingly muscled blob of fur in front of Demon. "How could you not believe word of your spawn?" he continued, that same mocking tone heard in Demon so often - the resemblance was undenyable. "I'm hurt..." A smirk, a flash of canines; and a cruel stare. The eyes gave it away - Draeg's eyes. Fiery and proud, yet evil and strong. Insanity was in his bloodline, true. But the Ge-rad plague also ravished in his veins. Now the Dragga would not deny Damian's bloodright - his bloodright to a family. The dark prince was sure of it.

[Draeg]

Noting the smug look plastered on Demon’s muzzle Draeg had to force himself to resist the urge to lunge at the at the femme and wipe the arrogant expression from her face, fur bristling with rage as he stood glaring at her through enflamed amber eyes. Despite his fierce display Demon held her ground, meeting his furious gaze with her own cool one, emerald orbs glistening in the fading light. Normally the amber varg would have offered the fae some merit of respect for not allowing herself to be intimidated and keeping a level head however the knowledge his world would be turned upside down if her claims turned out to be true was enough to try even Draeg’s patience, Demon didn’t seem to be helping the matter either. She clearly found some sick sense of amusement from his reaction to what she had told him, quite possibly from the difficult position this startling revelation would put him with his family as well. Curling his lip back he gave out a fierce snarl, glistening white fangs flashing in the dying light of the sun. “Visions that are only induced through flickers of madness and euphoric herbs, not through birth or divine right!” he barked viciously. “Don’t patronize me Demon, I’m not in the mood for it! I have a family now, are you aware of that? Do you know just what this little bit of new will do to that!”

Restless he began pacing, padding rhythmically from side to side in a feeble attempt to calm himself, keeping Demon in his line of sight the entire time as he watched her shift her weight slightly to sit back on her haunches and accommodate for the sudden change in position. Upon hearing his demands the black fae grew cold to him, becoming a slight deal more bitter than Draeg would have expected. He knew that his remark had probably hurt her but at the moment he didn't care, Demon had chosen to toy with him and had even found some semblance of pleasure from watching his reaction. She made a slightl gesture and motioned her head to the side to a nearby thicket, following her gaze to the thicket Draeg found himself staring intently into the thick mass of tangled thorns and berries.

Nothing.

Thrashing his tail furiously behind him he shot Demon a scathing glance before returning his attention to the briar patch, eyes widening with shock a moment later as a dark shape emerged from within the bracken and clamly stepped out into the clearing. He was young, probably little more than a year old by the look of it, with glistening black fur and dark eyes that shone maliciously in the evening light, and while he stood about a head shorter than either of the elder varg his body had filled out nicely, finely tone muscles lining his powerful frame. Looking at him the amber dragga realized that save for a few choice features he was looking at a younger, and male, version of Demon. But it was the varg's eyes, which were so familiar, that caught Draeg's attention, for unlike Demon's they were a striking amber. Strong and proud yet filled with the same look of cruel amusement his mother's held, asides from that the resemblance between them was undeniable. Those were his eyes staring back at him.

His eyes flickering with recognition Draeg merely stood there, his jaw slightly agape as he looked upon the younger varg in a mixture of shock and awe. The last he had seen of the rugged youth he had only been a mewling pup Draeg had used to tease with his tail, having been told that the pup was not his the amber varg hadn't really given much thought to the pup after he and Demon had parted and gone their seperate ways. But now Draeg couldn't help but wonder how time and fate had treated the varg standing before him now. Taking a hesitant step forward Draeg spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. "Lestat."