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

Vince held her loosely in his arms a pain winding around him like a thorn covered vine. The feeling of her tears falling to his chest, a soft warmth that quickly cooled into a spot of liquid grief on his chest. He swallowed and thought for a second when she questioned him about her mother. If she did know, there is a chance that she only wanted to protect you from what she thought was a monster...I don't know for certain though Mixie. I wish I had the answer for you. He answered her as honestly as he could. What happened to her? Those words hit Vince like a freight train out of nowhere. His chest tightened painfully, his throat snapped shut and all the moisture in his mouth vanished. Hearing Mixie speak that name made Vince's stomach twist, and her question of if she was the girl he wanted to be with forever made it feel as though the world fell out from underneath him. Ajei's beautiful dark face came to his mind, the soft smile she always wore, and her eyes, they were a rare for her people, a pale green that popped in her dark face. Her silken hair dark as raven wings flowing in cascades over her shoulders, framing her face. As he thought about it the link was flooded with a tempest of emotions. Love, pain, loss, betrayal, rage, sorrow, regret, and passion. Forcing a breath into his chest Vince licked his lips and swallowed hard. He opened his mouth to speak, stopped, closed his mouth and took another breath before attempting to start again. Yes. He said in a strained whisper. Clearing his throat softly he tried once again to speak, and this time more than a half strangled word. Ajei and I were lovers. We grew up here together on the reservation. We were part of the same pack, my parents pack. She and I spent everyday together, growing up side by side, and growing closer to each other everyday. One day, a year or so before my first change we were at the river together and she told me she loved me, I told her I loved her to which was true, we were the best of friends and I loved her as any of the tribe love one another, then she made me look her in the eyes and she told me that she LOVED me. Vince paused to take in a deep shuddering breath. The weight she put into that word floored me, and when I recovered from the shock I knew without a doubt that I was in love with her too, I had just been to naive to realize it. I told her I loved her and truly meant it when I said it. We made love on the river bank and stayed in each others arms until well after moon rise. Vince closed his eyes hot tears running down his cheeks. He gave Mixie an unconscious squeeze in his arms. A warmth spilled into the bond, but there was a cool undercurrent of sadness at the memory of his lost love. The morning after my first change I imprinted on her, I was sixteen, she fifteen. We spent the next five years hopelessly in love. We spent every moment we could with one another, we had plans to have a family together, and even though I am a born Alpha, I was going to stay a part of the pack that brought us together. To raise our children on the land we feel in love on. His voice caught in his throat and he had to clear it again and take several deep breaths before he could manage to speak again. You will find out soon enough my Tribe is very odd. We of the Tribe are all full blooded Navajo, but not all of us are Werewolves. Sani is a Werebear, as were his Son and Son's wife. My and Ajei's families were wolves, as were a few others of the tribe, there is a pack of Werecoyotes, and Werecougars. Sani is Chief of the Tribe and kept the peace between the different packs, which normally would never be able to coexist, but our ties as family kept us all together. Sani also started to take in other weres that were not of the Tribe, first those that were part of the Tribe member's packs that were not of our blood, then later lone or outcast weres that were cast from their packs. I was twenty one when it happened. My Father's brother, a jealous man who knew that if I had chosen to stay with the pack I would take it over when my Father was no longer able to run it. He and several others that were loyal to him attacked us one day. They had coated their claws and some even their teeth in silver dust and wolfsbane, a deadly mixture to weres. It was a suicide attack. They wanted us all dead. In that fight our pack was the focus of the attack. Angi and I lost our parents that day. They were the first to fall. Nearly half our pack was killed before we knew what was going on. That was the day I found out I could take the beast-man form.... I found out to late though. Ajei and I fought with the rest, I made Angi run away to get help. My Father's brother was in the beast-man form and came after us. Vince stopped and shuddered, a sharp pang of betrayal and pain lancing through the bond. He tossed me aside like a rag doll when I attacked. Ajei used that moment to latch onto his throat....He tore her in half.... A soft sob escaped Vince. Seeing my mate killed in such away. By a family member no less broke something in me. Then the pain of losing the bond... It drove in into a rage. The next thing I knew I was in the beast-man form. He managed to score my face with his poisoned claws, which is why I have these scars, before I tore him to pieces. I lost myself in my rage and didn't spare a single one of the traitors. They had taken on and created more weres without our knowledge and planned to take out all of us. We lost nearly a quarter of our entire Tribe that day. I stepped up to take the position of pack leader and I haven't forgiven myself for my inability to protect those that needed me, to protect the woman I loved. Blinking tears from his eyes Vince lifted his head to look down at the pretty fair skinned girl in his arms, with her red hair cut in it's peculiar style of being short of the left side and long on the top and right. It fit her though, somehow adding to her natural beauty. When I fist smelled you in that room, trapped in there with those demons, I could smell your fear, your despair. The years of pain and it just set me off in a way I have never felt before. There was a girl on the other side of a door that needed to be protected from some of the worst nightmares imaginable, the kind that only the sleep of death could hope to end. I couldn't accept that. That is why I chose to take you, and ultimately imprint on you. That desire to save you from all that fear I smelled on you. I couldn't and still can't stand it, even more so now that we are bound. I just saw it as the best way to protect you. The imprint, it works in a way that is like a compulsion for the imprinter. You needed to be saved from your living nightmare, and the best way I could think to do that was become your protector in a way that I couldn't walk away from you. She is serious Garai, eight years ago her uncle betrayed his pack and our entire tribe, killed her parents and many of the people she called family when she was only seven. Betray us and I will will make sure that you cannot escape her justice. He said in all seriousness. Sani shook his head at Garai's thanks. I am more an animal than a man by this point in my life. I do not kill indiscriminately. When something enters my territory I will examine it, find out if it is a threat, and then decided what action to take. You gave me no reason to attack you yet. Sani ate and listened to Garai's explanation of Mixie's ability in silence. Not even blinking at the younger man's outburst he continued to silently eat. He finished his food before Garai found his calm enough to talk again. Vince is young yes. But the child is a man in his own right. In that attack I mentioned that took Angi and his parents Vince lost his mate. He knows all to well the weight of having an imprint on someone, and the pain of having it torn away from him violently. He failed in protecting is most loved person, his family, his pack, and his tribe. Or at least he feels that way. If there is anyone that would lay down his life to protect someone in need it would be that boy, and now he has narrowed that ferocious focus to protect a single girl. She is lucky if you ask me. Sani said with a grin and pointed to the unfinished food in front of Garai. Finish eating boy. I don't know if she has or not, and that is none of my concern. Smiling when Garai started to eat again he spoke with sage like grace and shook his head. You are wrong. By being there you gave your power to your lover, even if you felt you could do nothing to help, the fact that you stood by his side through all the nightmares, supported him in the face of his fears brought on by unnatural means that neither of you could change gave him strength to face them. You may not have been able to alter anything, but you were not powerless Garai, and neither will those children be. Sani snorted loudly and broke into a deep laughter that cause his entire body to shake. Leaning back in the chair with his head thrown back he filled the room with his mirthful laugh. Gripping his stomach in one hand he leaned forward and slapped at the table shaking his head, actual tears rolling down his aged wrinkled face. You assume wrong boy. I am the Tribe Chief, the elder, but I reign over no one here, we are all free men and women. He respects me as the Chief, and as a grandfather figure, but he is his own man, and leader of his own pack. The others have the same respect for me as their Chief and a man that looks after them all as his family. Sani looked to the covered window and nodded. It was early dawn now. The first light of the sun breaking the horizon. I will allow it, but know this, if I for a second think you will betray me and mine I will end you both, and hunt your former pack to extinction. Sani said in warning. And do not think I cannot manage something like that. You're people are not the only ones that have knowledge of curses, and my people have some very nasty ones.