Thread: Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

Mixie was sure her neck would snap with the way it was bending. It wasn't only that, this entire thing felt awkward and the dull throbbing pain in her head was only increasing slightly with each passing second that they kissed. Truthfully, Mixie should have been happy Vince was attracted to her, that she was free and getting kissed for the first time. Instead, she was outraged, and tired. Fuck you! Why couldn't you just leave me! Mixie was annoyed as she slid back into the tub. Her skin was crawling as she listened to him speak. Had he been planning this from the moment he had laid eyes on her? To steal her and claim her as his? Mixie did not know and really was sure she did not want to know as she spat into the bath water. The taste of his tongue lingered in her mouth, and she could not shake this weird feeling off of her. I'd rather die then have you anywhere near me in two nights. Mixie finally proclaimed. Mixie glared at him as he proclaimed himself her alpha, her pack leader. He had just told her what he was moments ago, a werewolf and that she smelled of them. Now, Mixie would be forced to change whether she wanted to or not, and Vince seemed to have a power over her that she could not force away. Still, she would try. She grunted when he scoped her up, taking the time to smack him across the face as he lead her back into a bedroom and laid her down. Mixie was at least relaxed when he left, after smacking his hand away from brushing her face. She grumbled as she wrapped the towel around her naked form as she rubbed her temples. Mixie had closed her eyes for only a second when she had felt him nearby. The feeling made her jump, she looked around the room, sniffing the air. The thick scent of tea lingered in the air, no doubt with herbs. Mixie could smell the vanilla and then there was the smell of meat. She covered her mouth as she stared at the door watching as it opened and he came inside. There was no doubt he was pleased with what he was bringing her and what he had done, she could feel it, and the feeling was only on the cusp of being overwhelming. Thanks.. Mixie wanted to be angry at him, smack him again, but the promise of food had her salivating. She took the bowl from him, eagerly digging in as he began to walk out. There it was, that feeling everything was going to be okay and Mixie looked at him glaring slightly. I know you are doing something to calm me down and I don't like it. Mixie protested as he closed the door behind him and she continued to eat the soup. Garai wasn't even sure if this would work. He was hoping that perhaps the owl would float up back into the sky to catch a glimpse of him, or that one of them might hear or smell him. He could tell that the others might wake soon, that Yasmine might find him not at his post and devil up a plan for him. He just needed to reach the house, to warn them, to make sure she was safe. Even if this came at the cost of his own life. Then he saw him. That old man that had walked from the house in the distance, the one that smelled of bear and old smoke. Garai cared little if the man was there to harm him or listen, he'd cry out his warning with his last breath if he needed to. However the sight of Sani sent Garai running at a faster pace, before he shoved his paws into the ground to skid to a stop. Garai heard Sani's words, bowing his head as he started to shift. He cracked his neck left and right as he grunted, and howled softly before he returned to his human form. Garai panted, knelled a few feet away from Sani before he looked up at the elder man. I came to warn you of what's coming. Garai raised his head, snapping his neck again with clutched teeth. This probably sounded like a threat, but it was not Garai's intentions. Not for any of your sakes, but for the sake of the girl your pack master stole from us...I have a duty to her from my lost lover... Garai said the last words roughly, looking away from the man as he shook his head. I know you don't care of my relation to her, but I will know things about her you won't. I want to help, and I have information that will help you protect her. Garai was sincere in his words. Your leader has no idea what she is, what she is capable of. If she is anything like her father was..she'll never be safe. My pack master is lying to the entire pack, her mother and brother included. I'm the only one that knows what she's thinking, what she's planning. Garai had been on his knees this entire time. He did not move to stand, an act of respect in his own way as he looked up at Sani with his blue eyes. She fears Mixie will be like her brother, my late lover Kasto... Garai finally stood up, straightening himself as he looked down at Sani. Yasmine wants Mixie dead, and I want to stop her. Kasto was my lover, my mate, which makes Mixie my daughter even if not by blood. Mixie could feel that something was happening as she finished drinking the tea. She could hear commotion outside of the door in the house, and she could smell the anxiety lingering in the air. Her head was increasingly getting worse, and she found herself laying down. Mixie had found the shirt, putting it on and getting below the covers as her tired state took hold of her. This whole night had been exhausting, and she knew the next two days would be just as bad. She needed to rest, and perhaps find some answers in her dreams. Mixie wasn't entirely sure when she drifted off, but she knew when she was finally in a dream. There was nothing, just darkness, and whispers in her head. Slowly the words started forming in mid air, creating words and sentences. It was a mound of voices on top of one another, but the more she tried to make sense of it, the more the voices pulled away from one another defining themselves. The words floating, changed colors depending on the voice associated with them, and Mixie watched in confusion as they floated by. Overwhelming isn't it? Mixie turned, expecting to see Kasto there as the voice spoke clearly. There was a man there, one with similar features with Kasto that Mixie mistook the male for him. However this male was not wearing the jewery Kasto had worn, and his eyes were more yellow than gold. He was also bald, and his chest exposed with a simple white skirt. He smiled at her as she stumbled backwards in the madness. Kasto? Mixie questioned and the man laughed shaking his head. A beaded necklace was around his throat, all sorts of vibrant colors dancing in her sight. No. Kasto is kin. For you and I. He smiled, bowing before Mixie before raising himself. Then who are you and why are you in my dream? I was hoping to speak to Kasto again...maybe he'd know something on how to reverse this. Mixie mumbled twisting around to see more words filling up the blackness. The man moved around her, an arm behind him on his lower back as he moved and laughed. Mixie turned to see him, circling her and then she got a glimpse of his shoulder..there is was the same strange birthmark in the same strange place on his shoulder. Why am I imagining you having my birthmark? Mixie wondered confused. You ask a lot of questions, but never the right ones. He stopped, in front of her a few ten feet away. His arm still glued to his back as he looked at her. I think the questions I'm asking are good enough. This is my dream...at least I'm not being chased by wolves. Mixie rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. She kicked a group of yellow words, a sentence, away into the darkness. My name is Ozier. That is a question you should have asked. You asked Kasto. So why did you not think to ask me? Ozier narrowed his eyes, studying her as she turned to look at him. I have answers that you need. Kasto does not know everything, he wished for me to come in his place. You know Kasto? If this is my imagination, then let me see him! Mixie demanded. Ozier's eyes glowed, within a second he was inches from her face staring down at her. His teeth barred, his eyes twitching in anger as he growled. Mixie lowered herself, tensed and afraid. Do not make demands of me little girl. I do this as a curiosity for my kin. You are my kin. Do you understand? Ozier glared down at her as Mixie sat on the ground nodding her head. This is no dream little child! Ozier was annoyed, pissed, and his muscles flexed as Mixie curled her legs up to defend herself. I-I'm sorry..I didn't mean to offend you.. Mixie said softly, at least Ozier hadn't tried to touch her like Kasto had. Ozier looked at her, a look of arrogance. You asked me if this was overwhelming..right? What did you mean? They were still in the darkness, but the voices had turned to nothing but wind blowing in the air. Still the words formed, still color coated to a different voice. Ozier's presence had stopped the words, silencing them, but they still formed in front of their eyes, just not to be heard. The turn. He infected you, since you are only half my kin. He wanted to help, to turn you into what you belong as. Ozier crouched down in front of her smiling. Your talking about Vince...when he bit me? Mixie looked down, but Ozier nodded. I didn't ask to be this! I didn't ask him to infect me! I don't want to be what he is, or any part of this! All I have ever wanted was a normal life! Without seeing demons, without dreaming I'm going to be running forever, without crazy people throwing me and others trying to claim me! Ahahaha! Ozier's head cracked back, a full belly laugh erupting as Mixie looked up at him mortified. Why are you laughing? You are fucking laughing just like Kasto did! Mixie kicked at Ozier, but Ozier grasped her left ankle and pinned it to the ground instantly. His eyes locked with her, Mixie shook in fright at the feeling of his flesh touching hers. How is that possible...it feels like.. I'm real? Ozier raised a brow. I told you this was no dream little child. Mixie jerked her ankle away and Ozier released her. I am real. Kasto was real too. This is no dream. Then what the hell is this? Why the hell are you here? Ozier put his finger to his lips as Mixie questioned. He made a soft shushing noise to calm her. Be still. Be quiet, and I'll explain. Agree? Mixie nodded. Good. Ozier patted her leg, but Ozier remained in his crouched position looking at her. You were born half as my kin, half as human. Vince, is the same as I. We are all the same, yet..we are very different. Ozier pointed to the floating sentences with colors. Those are the voices of your pack, the one that wolf has chosen you for. Had you been pure blood, you would know this, this would be calming. However..you are not full blooded...but now you will be. Ozier smiled at that and Mixie twitched. She could not imagine being like any of them. None of us were meant for normal lives Mixie. Kasto and you were not. You will get used to the voices, hearing them in your dreams, seeing their thoughts, feeling his presence. Ozier stood walking around and Mixie walked him, her eyes following the birthmark. That mark.. Mixie pointed to his shoulder as Ozier put his hands on his hips, his back to her. The mark of the chosen few. Ozier said simply. You are one. What if I don't want to be one? Can't you remove the curse from me? Mixie's voice shook and Ozier rumbled a laugh that shook the sentences around. This is no curse Mixie. This is the greatest gift of all. Ultimate power. Mixie's brows furrowed. Ozier turned, moving closer to her before crouching down in front of her again as he smiled. We'll speak more in good time. I'll tell you this child. As a stern warning, the closer it gets to your change, re-frame from biting anything. Why? Ozier patted her knee laughing. Mixie was extremely confused. You'll know soon enough little child. Now..would you like running from wolves again? Ozier grinned evilly. No! As mixie protested, Ozier was gone. She jumped to her feet, a forest dark and foreboding surrounding her. Fuck you Ozier! I thought you said I was your kin! There they were then, the snapping angry wolves turning the corner. Mixie twisted, bolting in the opposite direction through the woods to get away from the hungry wolves after her. Fuck! She screamed. She twisted in her sleep, anger, sweating, whimpering. At first the dream had been somewhat pleasant, but now she was panicking as always. She was hoping to get some sleep, but now the girl looked about like she normally did every night panicking, a terrible nightmare taking over her.