Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

It was just past sunset. small bare feet ran through the woods with the sound of a little laughter ringing through the air. A small blue modest dress litter with a few twigs here and there as she ran to the creek the split the forest in two. Green orbs gazed around. There was no sight of the boy. She had stumbled across him here before. She sat in silence and placed her bare feet in the cool running water at the edge. The raven locks styled in pig tails trailing down each shoulder and down her back. The color of her eyes contrasting greatly against sof ivory skin. She was not to be out in the woods. It isn't safe. Her family told her. There are monsters out there. her brothers constantly said. No matter what was said little Gabriella VanBuran felt invincible. She was the only daughter of the head clan. Prized, cherished, and loved. Guarded by four older brothers, whom she easily eluded to go exploring. She had met a boy by the river bed one day. She was sitting high in a tree and jumped down to surprise him, only to laugh and smile. She had actually scared him. He scared her as well, the next day. She had introduced herself as 'Gabby'. Something he made fun of her about, because it seemed as though she would never stop talking. A blush was easy to spot against her fair skin. As she sat in idle thought she was picked up by someone far stronger than her and thrown over their shoulder. Let me go Damion!! Put me down!! The golden haired male in the lavished leather tunic was her oldest brother. Tsk, tsk, tsk Gabriella. What did we say about leaving the castle after hours? So this is where you have been running off to? The male whistled and her other brothers caught up and dawned smiles from fang to fang at their sister. It wreaks of mutt out here. Her youngest brother, Gabriel, spoke with a look of disgust upon his youthful handsome face framed with short straight hair that matched the color of his sister's. Why would you come out here Gabriella? Mother and father are worried about you, and here you fool around. Gambling you life for some fun. He continued. She had given up trying to wiggle her way out of Damion's arms. He was far stronger than she and wasn't going to let up any time soon. After that moment her brother's always kept a close eye on her. She was never given the opportunity to see her friend again. Werewolf or not... he was nice. The thoughts were pushed aside when their father was murdered fighting along side of his men. It caused Gabriella great grief and she was angered with the stupid family known as 'DeLune'. This war had been before her time. Something around a VanBuren and a DeLune dying by one another's hand. No one knows who truly killed who, but both families blame one another. It was so long ago and yet blood from both clans continued to soak the ground beneath their feet. Her oldest brother was now head of the clan and each sibling held their own ground. Gabriella was housed in her own keep and the war shifted and she found herself near the heart. The battle ground was practically her front door. Her hatred for the DeLune was not as strong as her brother's and she was tired of the killing and the senseless blood shed. The sight of a life lost was no easier to take in even if they were a werewolf. Soon she not only took in her own wounded kin, but her enemies a well. A secret that did not remain hidden for long. Damion, Gabriel, Jacob, and Adam loved their sister, but thought her stubborn for what she did. The other members of the clan thought her traitorous, but her brothers never stood for such an open thought. She was a young woman now. Known on the battlefield as 'the healer' she was a last resort for both friend and enemy. Especially those of the DeLune. It was known that she was a VanBuren and that you would be walking into enemy hands with asking for her aid. Things just seem to get worse over time. Almost every room was occupied with two or more bodies in desperate need of attention. Many of the maids were well versed in the healing practice and were fiercely loyal to their mistress. The Sanguine Knights, stationed as guards, were always skeptical, but that was because they were there under order of her brothers. Broken bones and the thick perfume of blood in the air. Gabriella had feasted and the color of fresh blood running through her body gave her more of a human look. Loud screams would occasionally fill the halls as bones were popped back in place or foreign object were removed from wounds. My Lady... there is one more. A sigh escaped her lips. As she looked through the front door. Let me guess... a DeLune? The you lad nodded. Explaining how he had found him none too far off. Everyone was far too busy and there was little room for another body in her vast home. She trapped her lower lip between her teeth, debating with herself. Bring them in. she dress was dotted with flecks of blood, even her wrists dawned bloody lines. I do not need another dead person on the premises. She turned on heel and order the person to be brought to the anti chamber of her bed chambers. A lounge room one would have to go through to get to her actual bed chambers. A fireplace a few chairs and a long cushioned high back bench. She looked upon her bare arms and red clawmarks adorned her skin. A side effect of helping a werewolf. Her raven mane now cascaded freely over her shoulders and down her back. Sweat glistening upon her brow and the valley of her generous bust as she sat in a chair awaiting the person to be brought in. No one knowing who any of these people were. Today she had worn herself thin. Sun up was none too far and despite the fresh meal, she was still rather drained. One more person. Just one more.