Topic: Possessed

Briar Wilthorne

Date: 2010-05-23 12:45 EST
Family. It was an unexpected thing for Brilyah to possess. She if anything could have been claimed as unfit as a mother. Loki knew she would not make any accusations for any that would claim her as such, she knew well it was the truth.

She had sent for Taboo to take care of Ariahn for her, to end the Tiger's life in Briar's own proof that her mind was not so stable as it should be.

It had been nothing more then a quiet evening, a breath of fresh air needed and time to clear her head.

The Pack had given them their space to get adjusted to being a new mother, a new father... parents. Godric had proven that he would stay, that he wouldn't leave. It was something she never had before. Trust and a family.

Maybe even... Faith.

"Well isn't this just a fancy... you know cher, I took care of your dirty work and I thought I'd finish with you."
"That wasn't part of the arrangement."

Briar turned scenting the spilled blood on Taboo's flesh. Her daughter's blood. A low growl spilled through her throat.

"Oh no but I make my own arrangements. I thought it might be wise... to be rid of you... but first I think it's only wise to have you watch your mate and your pups slaughtered before your eyes."

"You lay one hand on any of them and I will kill you. No matter the past."
"I figured so, you let your guard down... and the pack isn't here to help you...I brought... company."

Before a word else could be uttered the silver chains were binding her flesh and they came down upon her. Blinded with rage she moved to attack only to feel the solid blow of something heavy and metallic to bring her to her knees.

A faint growl escaped her throat as she knew then that something wasn't right... that it was very much wrong as she heard the voodoo chant woven around her.

Weakening with that faint whisper before she drifted into unconsciousness. His name on her lips before it all went black.

Briar Wilthorne

Date: 2010-05-29 09:14 EST
The mind numbing migraine felt like someone had taken a lead pipe and cracked her skull open. Irritated the growl steepled from her throat as she attempted to move, finding that the cursed shackles only gave her a small and quite limited range of motion.

The wet matted feeling lingered on the buckskin braids, leaving the Coyote well to know that she had been bleeding. Surely by now she would have healed but the wound stayed fresh. It was only so briefly that there was a small, near microscopic trace of panic through her at the realization.

The only other time that she had not been able to heal... had led to the madness. The insanity that was Christian Christ and his warped interpretation of salvation and saviors.

Her body ached in ways that the pleasured torture of a fine romp would provide but in stretching hours of torture.

The voodoo hex had left her weak, had left her exposed. Bad Mojo.

It took sheer will to open her eyes.

The girls had been busy.

A room slick painted with blood. So much of it aged but noticeable imprint of her daughter's own life blood, so much more of it... unknown... but the majority of it that Brilyah was aware of... was her own.

She knew it well from the stench and embered ripples. Poison and Fire literally in her veins to keep some of the creatures higher up on the food chain from making her a lil morsel snack cake.

It took effort but she managed herself to her knees. Listening as her eyes slitted in the gleaming way of concentration.

The world swam around her in colors on the edge of her vision, a hazy ripple that made concentration a struggle. She groaned silently as the sensation seemed to lead her to sway against the Hexed shackles.

Quiet enough to know it was still morning.

"Godric..."

There was a blood bond between them. A mate bond but even Briar wasn't insane enough to believe that those bonds could reach out.

Another threaded link reached for, one that carried blood oaths and bonds that went as deep as the mind and the emotions.

A touch upon that link, perhaps the Saurian could alert Red to the state of this unlikely turn of events.

That caress of mind link was met with searing pain, a sensation akin to burning flechettes being torn through her mind. Her back bowed with the tormented feeling as the world swam around her again, and despite the strength and will of the Coyote, her resolve was tampered with the loss of the contents of her stomach upon the floor.

Shut off from the world.

The Hex had cursed her in ways she never would imagine.

Exhausted she sank down against those binds and the slick wet of a wall coated with her own vitae and slept. Ill fit dreams if any were there haunting her mind.

Godric

Date: 2010-06-04 20:24 EST
Godric awoke with a howl from dreams that forced cold sweat. Something was wrong, something felt terribly off. Out of bed and taking hold of leather slacks he pulled them on before tearing through the caverns. Lust was asleep standing against a wall guarding the pups. Godric slipped in and stifled her with a finger to his lips before he upnodded to the pups.

?Take them where you went with Ahri.?

The words were barked as an order. The rage in his eyes shown bright as he wrapped the babies things in a deer pelt. A deep breath and he bundled each of his sons. A kiss on the forehead as he placed them into the leather sling. A kiss to Lusts forehead as he turned on his heels and shifted into the wolf.

Out of the caverns and through the water lept the wolf, as if he was trailed by the fires of hell. Nothing more than a flash of auburn fur as he streaked through the forest. Her scent was no where to be found. He checked every tree in passing, pressed his nose against each footprint. If she was out there he would find her. But the mind numbing realization came that she may not in fact be out there.

Canine head tilted back and he bayed loudly as if to draw attention to himself, be it bad or good made no matter to him. He wished only for clue as to where he was going it was then that it hit him. The faintest whiff of blood and he allowed a rumble of a growl to roll about in his throat. He had something, her blood, and each drop spilled would be paid for a thousand fold. Torture was too good for whomever stole his mate. He took off running after the trail of Briar?s scent.

Briar Wilthorne

Date: 2010-06-13 12:11 EST
Ill and weak she managed to find her way to her feet for the next round, those poison depths were blazing with fury as she fought against the hex binds.

"So we're to dance again? Is that it Coyote?"

The low growl rumbled through her. She couldn't change, couldn't even use her power but she at least for the most part was healing.

Even the hex binds couldn't keep her from healing completely. It was a far slower process then ever it had been before, but gradually she was healing.

The blow struck her jaw and she lashed out with her foot to catch Karma in her stomach.

A savage grin marked her lips, dark and sadistic. If anything the Coyote knew that Karma as much as Taboo were trained in their powers but not in the natural grace of weapons and hand to hand combat.

That would be a vantage point for Briar.

Now if only she could get her hands on the pair of them...she would easily take care of them both.

The power ached through her then and the Coyote screamed out as she felt Taboo's hex curse spill through her once more. It brought her to her knees.

"Karma.... leave the job to those that are able to handle it. If you're going to rely on only your mind, cher... stay in the fxcking corner!"

Briar Wilthorne

Date: 2010-07-11 02:13 EST
Karma had momentarily lost her focus, her attention upon the Coyote as she turned to face Taboo, her features contorted with rage and the cold lines of pride as she sneered at the woman.

The blades that Brilyah so desired were claimed in the hands of Karma as she moved as a blur. It was all parlor tricks and illusion, a true mind fxck but the sink of steel into deep mocha was not. The gutteral sound of surprise from Taboo's parted lips was hardly a smoke and mirror working it's charade.

Blood and a dead vodun queen.

The walls came tumbling down and it felt like Brilyah was surrounded by nothing more then a house of cards, the illusions and truth falling around her.

Shackles disintegrated as the hex born charm they were. With the death of a Black Magic Baby all of her magic went with the corpse.

It didn't matter how it all ended, but at that moment Karma and the Coyote were there in a mexican standoff as that slick,sharp smile came upon the Coyote's lips as the gloves were peeled off and thrown aside.

The manic smile of the killer cut a cruel blade upon her lips as moved toward Karma, the two women meeting in a violent collide with the hex charm between them.

It was there that things went blurry and distorted. A power blast, a violent explosion that sent the fetish club basement shaking as both women were thrown across the room.

Karma presumed dead in the rubble when Brilyah finally came to. Thankfully that healing factor had finally kicked in and the Coyote felt... good as new.

Almost like a new ... person.

A roll back of shoulders and she nudged her boot against the leg of Karma as she came to her feet.

"Dead b*tches tell no lies."

Nor did they tell their secrets. A new burning light was found in those violent eyes as she smiled to herself and left the destruction and chaos behind with a growl of delight.

The Hunt had ended but the Kill, the Change. The Altering of the Path had only just begun.

Damn but it felt good to be back. New flesh. New style. New hunger. It all came down to Karma...and the end of Taboo.