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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Jan 26, 2009 18:23:07 GMT -8
"We...aren't exactly human. We don't like what we are but we can't help it, we were born this way. So we heal, we heal to make up for any damage we may cause when we aren't in full control of ourselves. But that isn't to mean we don't take precautions." Seth said, and Jenny barely caught the faint hesitation before he said that he wasn't human. She also experianced a sudden spike in fear. Not that she actually was totally afraid of things non-human - she'd been in Sceith too long - but she had learned to have a healthy respect for those that weren't exactly straight human; Jenny had a sudden thought, and before she could analyze it, the thought manifested itself in the form of a verbal question. "Are you sidhe?"
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Post by Seth Rowan on Jan 26, 2009 18:40:15 GMT -8
"No, nothing so beautiful." Seth replied with a sad ghost of a smile.
"We're werewolves." Susan said, bitterness and anger in her voice. Her eyes captured Jenny's and challenged her to condemn them while Seth merely watched her with an expression begging for understanding.
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Jan 26, 2009 19:00:21 GMT -8
"We're werewolves." the woman said bluntly, and then her defiant eyes sought and met Jenny's own, and held, just waiting for Jenny to say something. Jenny, for her part, was confused. "But don't you have to be attacked by a werewolf to become a werewolf?" she asked. Never in all her life has she heard anything else by way of becoming a werewolf...excpet maybe by a curse..."Wait, were you cursed?" she added quickly before they could reply to her first inquiry.
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Post by Seth Rowan on Jan 26, 2009 19:12:19 GMT -8
Seth laughed lightly.
"Neither. On the rare occassion that a werewolf breeds with another werewolf, should they breed at all, you get a family line of werewolves. We come from such a coupling. Our ancestors were healers before they were changed and we have somehow retained that talent, though no one knows how." He explained, his expression seemed relaxed but his eyes were wary of the condemnation that he was so used to. His mother's gaze remained cold and challenging.
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Jan 26, 2009 19:23:03 GMT -8
"Neither. On the rare occassion that a werewolf breeds with another werewolf, should they breed at all, you get a family line of werewolves. We come from such a coupling. Our ancestors were healers before they were changed and we have somehow retained that talent, though no one knows how." Seth explained - though Jenny got the feeling that something was up, like he might have been leaving something out or whatnot. She had frowned when Seth had finished, and her eyes were gaurded. "I've never heard of such a thing," she stated, and then, partly due to the knowlegde that if she kept them talking, they'd be occupied and partly fuled by her own natural curiousity, Jenny asked, "Does that mean that your mother is a...werewolf, too?" She had addressed Seth, because to look otherwise was to see something unfriendly...ish. The word "werewolf" had felt a little sticky on her tongue, and she had a sort of icky taste on her tongue, probably bile.
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Post by Seth Rowan on Jan 26, 2009 19:27:45 GMT -8
"Yes, we all are. My mother, my father, my aunt, my sister, my cousin, my...brother." He said, his voice dipping into sorrow at the mention of his brother. That was the reason he worked so hard and often pushed himself past his limits. He didn't just have to deal with the guilt of what he may have done some full moon night, he also had his twin's remorseless sins to make up for. Because he couldn't shake the feeling that if he'd done something differently, said something at the right time, things wouldn't have turned out the way they had.
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Jan 26, 2009 19:55:39 GMT -8
The inner sensors that Jenny had started ringing, and her inner concious also told her to stear clear of the subject of family. She knew what that was like, fo course...her own family had some serious issues that she was trying to resolve, and she was going to. But that didn't mean she wanted to talk about it, and she wasn't going to push someone else. "That's fascinating," Jenny said, maybe a tad too lightly than the occasion called for, but it was the best she could do - family talk was really quite awful, and if they got into depth with theirs, they might start asking about hers...and that was something that she couldn't have. Oh, how she wished she had Rollo here, now! He would have provided some sort of distraction, and they would forget about it...
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Post by Seth Rowan on Jan 28, 2009 19:42:55 GMT -8
Seth smiled a little again, his mind still partly caught up in his own personal pain. Jake had been so close, and then so far in what felt like the blink of an eye. He shook his head and focused back on the here and now.
"What brings you to Sceith?" He asked Jenny, seizing on some reason not to think about his brother.
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Jan 29, 2009 16:47:38 GMT -8
"What brings you to Sceith?" Seth asked her, and Jenny felt her skin grow cold and break out with goosebumps. He must be able to read minds, she was thinking. That, or he had the most unbelievable luck to hit just the wrong topic. And why she came to Sceith was really not on her list of things to talk about. However, Seth seemed to really be expecting an answer, and something about his earnest face tugged at her and urged her to speak. "Family business," she said, hedging and hoping that he wouldn't question it. "I'm going to see one of my brothers," she added. Once upon a time, a long time ago, Jennifer had learned that the best lies were those that stayed close to the truth. Less chance of messing up and mashing details, and it often sounded more believable. And hopefully, believable would be enough to deter him...
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Post by Seth Rowan on Jan 29, 2009 18:48:21 GMT -8
Seth's brow crinkled in thought.
"A young red-head, maybe reaches just above my elbow when I stand, working in the castle kitchens?" He asked, remembering covertly healing just such a boy's arm recently when one of the chefs had broken it after a boy had dropped part of the King's meal.
"Your brother's a kitchen slave?" He asked after a moment as the memory cleared up a bit in his mind.
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Jan 29, 2009 19:04:10 GMT -8
"Your brother's a kitchen slave?" the young man asked, and Jenny went pale. She literally could feel the blood drain out of her face, leaving behind a ghostly, whitish mask that used to be her. That was something she would like to know, herself. The leads that she had gotten concerning the wherabouts of Willy had been tenoous at best, and Jenny, beginning to get almost desperate, was willing to go anywhere to find her younger brother. Even pay a visit to the Tyrant King's home... "Maybe," Jenny said, and her then her mouth twisted in a sardonic grimace. "I don't know. It's been a while since I last saw him," She finished with lamely.
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Post by Seth Rowan on Jan 29, 2009 19:51:02 GMT -8
Seth smiled and started to stand from his crouch.
"Well, you rest and then I'll help you with whatever you need." He said softly, it was the least he could do to help someone else reunite with their brother if he couldn't have his. The room seemed to spin and he staggered back.
"Seth!" His mother cried, lunging forward to catch him.
"Boy worked himself harder than I thought." William rumbled. That was the last thing Seth heard before he lost conciousness.
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Post by ``Jennifer MacKenzie on Jan 29, 2009 20:02:15 GMT -8
He fell, and the landing was not graceful, not in the least. The mother's efforts, while great, were not enough to save her son's unconcious body from thudding to earth in a glorious puff of dust. The noise was loud enough that it made the young girl twitch slightly and feel a shriek build up in the back of her throat. "Boy worked himself harder than I thought." the father muttered, while the mother knelt by her child and laid her head on his forehead. Worked himself harder...this was her fault, Jenny realized, and the knowledge sent a sort of sick dread through her. When the mother came to the conclusion, she would..."I'm sorry, I'm sorry," the young red-head found herself saying over and over again...
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Post by ``Marian Fitzwalter on Jul 30, 2009 21:22:43 GMT -8
This thread has been COMPLETED whoo hoo!
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