Children of Gaia: A tale of two wolves (Closed for Mairu and I.)

Sasha smiled and got her clothes back on and left them going through the portal to her school. When she got there she waited around in the library till the time of her test then went to it a little bored.

After her test Sasha went back to her place wondering if Jerome would come. She also placed a hand on her belly wondering if she really was pregnant.

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Fiana went from Sasha hugging Garet. "Thank you brother!" Fiana smiled up at him widely. She then noticed Sasha was gone and that she had ripped her clothes and was naked now.
 
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The preacher man watched Sasha walk into her dorm from a roof top across the street, using a pair of binoculars. "Got you..." He hissed, lowering the binoculars and putting them in a bag. He drew out a set of silver plated hand cuffs and a stun baton and headed down the fire escape, to go 'knock on her door'.

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Garet held Fiana, feeling her nakedness against his chest. "Um... No problem sis." He picked her up in his arms and took her to her room. "I'm so proud of you, your first change! But... What brought it on?" He asked, trying not to look at her naked body.
 
Sasha was in her room when she caught a strange scent and went into the living room space. She looked around and then opened her door.

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Fiana was happy being with Garet as they went to her room but sighed at his question. "'ve been stressed out, but I didn't want anyone worrying over me. So I kept up my strong front, and ignored it. I guess it overwhelmed me.
 
The Preacher was pressed up against the wall just outside Sasha's room, waiting for her to step out and give her a solid blast from his stun baton.

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"Oh sis... I'm sorry, I know there's a lot resting on your shoulders... Maybe I can help you relax? Can I give you a massage?" He offered, sitting her down on her bed, plopping down next to her. I know we haven't been very close since mom died, but I'm here for you, you know? How can I help?"
 
Sasha stepped out of her room gasping as she saw the preacher but before she knew it she was falling. "Damn it. Jerome... please..." She fainted then, going limp.

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Fiana smiled as she was layed down. "Actually a massage would be nice. Also I wish we were closer. I've been kinda lonely." She looked at him and then smiled and turned over onto her back.
 
"Got you!" The Preacher exclaimed as he ran the stun baton into the small of the she wolf's back. "Hahaha! Don't worry, I am sure he will come... I am counting on it, in fact!" The Preacher man hissed as he slipped a hand under Sasha as she slowly fell limp in his arms. He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder, taking her out the back, to his car. He would be ready for her mate.

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Garet was surprised at how comfortable Fiana was acting, naked as she was before him. He was even more surprised to find how comfortable HE was with it. He watched her turn over onto her back and smile up at him.

"So, you want your front done first?" He asked, turning to face her, placing his large, strong hand on the flat of her belly, feeling it tremble under his touch. "Oh sis... You've grown into such a lovely young woman." He whispered, admiring her body as she lay, naked before him.
 
Sasha heard his words whimpering before she had fainted. Next thing she knew she was her spirit self outside of her body. She then went to look for Jerome to warn him.

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"mmm. That feels nice. I don't know why, but right now it just feels natural to be like this. Naked with my fur covering me." She looked up at Garet smiling. "Weird huh."
 
Jerome was walking, on his way to see Sasha at her dorm room when he felt like something was wrong. He had no idea what it was, it was just a feeling, in his gut. So he broke out into a run and made it to Sasha's dorm room in record time. She wasn't there and her dorm room door was hanging open. "Oh fuck..." He whispered to himself, knowing something was up. He didn't know where to go or what to do, so he went out where no one would see him and slipped into the umbra so he could go back to Fiana and Garet's place.

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"Yes, it does." Garet agreed, liking how smooth and silky Fiana's coat of fur was. He stared at her, seeing a healthy, strong young garou, not just his little half sister, and he swallowed hard. "Not that weird." He whispered, leaning in to kiss her mouth.
 
Sasha was in a hurry trying to find Jerome while in the umbra, then she felt him cross over and wentbin front of him. "STOP! The preacher guy is waiting for you! Stay as far away from me as you can. You go to Fiana and Garet and just stay there. I don't want you getting hurt."
 
"Gah!" Jerome jumped and wheeled back as Sasha suddenly appeared in front of him, or at least her spirit did, as she was again, translucent.

"Sasha?! Why? What happened?!" He gasped out, drawing her into his arms, hugging her being.

"Oh god! Did he... Kill you?" He nearly fell to his knees in sudden despair at the thought.

"No! I..." He started to argue, not wanting to do as she said, but if he did go to Garet and Fiana, they might be able to help him. After all that Sasha did for them, they owed her, didn't they?

"I'll go to them, but I am NOT just going to sit around and let that bastard do anything to you! If you got hurt, I would just die! Don't you understand, Sasha? I love you! I can't just..."

He turned full crinos as he turned away from her to strike a low hanging thick tree branch in anger and frustration, snapping it like a twig. "I'm not a weakling!" He growled. "I can help you." He picked up the branch and swung it like a club, testing it's brutal potential against an imaginary foe.
 
Sasha started crying and knew she had to tell him everything. "IT'S NOT THAT! The first time with a hunter, HE WASN'T THE ONLY ONE I KILLED!!!" Sasha really started crying then one hand over her face. "I killed an entire village that day. Everyone in the time that i snapped. I told you, I'm a monster." Then Sasha flickered and disappeared crying.
 
Jerome was stunned, it wasn't the preacher she was worried about, it was herself. He slowly turned, melting back into his human form. "Oh, Sasha..." He breathed, blinking back the tears of his own rage and fear over losing her. "You're not..." But before he could finish, she was gone. "A monster..." He whispered, dropping to his knees, feeling lost and alone without her. "Please... Come back?"
 
When Sasha awoke she found herself tied to a chair and unable to shift and looked over at the preacher. Just looking at him. "Just kill me already. Or is it that much fun to watch me suffer old man?" Sasha kept staring at him. The fire almost gone from her eyes.
 
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"Killing you is, and only shall be, the final solution. I must save you, my child, from the wickedness of your own blood! Don't you see? You are possessed by darkness! You give yourself to it! You love it because it makes you feel powerful. But it is a lie! Only God can give you real power. And only HE can purge you of your sinful, bestial ways!" The preacher replied, his eyes flashing with a passionate fire.

He stood up, setting a shotgun next to the rocking chair he'd been sitting in and took out the heavy silver cross he'd had tucked under his shirt. "Perhaps this will heal you." He held it up to her face, letting it sway before her eyes. "Kiss it, and ask for gods forgiveness, child." He whispered, his passion softening to something akin to a father soothing his child. "And I will pray for you, that your soul should be cleansed."
 
Sasha rolled her eyes. Damn he was so insane. She felt herself close to snapping but something was holding her back. It wasn't the preacher either. She sighed as he went on only half listening to him. "Listening to you is a punishment itself."

Sasha leaned as far away from the cross as she could. Then she was dumfounded when he asked her to kiss it. "There is no fucking way i'm ever doing that. Just kill me now." She was leaning her head as far away as she could while tied to the chair. Which only helped in pushing her breasts out which she groaned at.
 
"Insolent child!" The preacher snapped, pulling the cross away, holding it tight in his fist, until his knuckles were white. "I am trying to SAVE you!" He cried out, his voice booming with passionate fury. "For I am the Lords servant for your good. But if you do wrong, be afraid, for I do not bear the sword in vain. For I am the servant of God, an avenger who carries out God's wrath on the wrongdoers!" The preacher spoke with wrathful authority as he pressed the cross forcefully against Sasha's forehead.

"Let the Lords might in, child! Let his mighty love heal and purge you of your sins!!!"

"Oh lord! I beseech thee, heal this wayward child! Make her see the evils of her savage and unworthy blood! Purge her, oh lord! Purge her of the beast she so loves! That she might serve thee! Serve and worship thee in all things!" He bellowed, raising his hands to the sky, grasping and waving at the air, swaying with the power of his own fervent passion.
 
Sasha groaned again. "You need to be hospitalized. Blah, blah, blah. I am the beast. Learn to deal with it. Me and the wolf are ONE FUCKING PERRRSSSOONNN. You seriously need help. You are the one who needs saving not me." Sasha sighed as he forcefully put the stupid cross to her forehead. "Do you ever give up? Yesh, I think you should have restraints if you ever get to a hospital." She prayed Jerome wouldn't come but did call to the spirits. "Elementals of the earth. Show this preacher your mischief." Sasha smiled. She might not get out this way but it was something amusing.
 
Spent, the preacher dropped to his knees and hung his head, sucking in breath after ragged breath as Sasha had her say. "I only..." He puffed out, putting a hand on his knee, to help him stand back up. "I only give up when it is clear there is no hope..." He whispered, tears in his eyes. "And I can see now, you have given yourself completely to the beast, young child..." He turned his back on her and she heard the sound of metal sliding from a sheathe.

He turned, his cross now in two parts, a dagger and its sheathe. "I am sorry... I failed you... I tried my best..." He said, softly, his eyes full of tears and regret as he forced Sasha's right wrist up toward him, placing the knife to it. "It will only hurt for a few minutes, then you will grow tired and fall asleep... Forever..." He explained as he was about to slash her wrist open with the silver blade.

But then, the floor boards began to tremble and he let go of her hand and took a few steps back, looking around. "What? What is this?" He asked, almost curious. "An earth quake?" He wondered aloud. The floor boards continued to shudder and creak from some unknown source beneath.

He looked up at Sasha, seeing the way she smiled, self assured and pleased with herself. "Witch!" He shouted, launching at her, only to be tripped by a jutting spike of stone. He went down on his hands and knees, cutting his ankle on the stone spike as he did.

He kept a tight grip on his dagger though and looked up with pain and anger in his eyes, a step away from where Sasha was bound, in her wicker chair. He scrambled forward, leaving a trail of blood where his opened knee dragged, and thrust the dagger into her foot, trying to pin her where she was. It bit into her flesh and the pain seared like fire in her veins, but that was all the preacher was capable of before he fell to his side and held his injured knee, howling in pain as he tried to dodge another jutting spike.

He failed, and it shot up, through his side, trapping him on his back. "Aaaooowww!" He howled as he reached out to grasp the stone spire sticking out of his side at an odd angle. "Demon!" He spat at her, straining to lift his head and glare with mad eyes. He put one hand out to try and pull himself off the spike, but another spike shot through his exposed wrist, like a nail through a board. "Ahhh! Hahahah! Fuck!" He shouted, staring at the way he was trapped.

He worked his legs, helplessly, getting nowhere as he flopped back, exhausted, letting his other arm fall wide. Another nail-like spike caught him through the other wrist, making him scream out again.

He couldn't move more than just his legs now and he slowly stopped struggling, looking up at Sasha with glassy eyes. "My god..." He gasped, obviously going into shock, slowly dying. "Save me..." He whispered, a strange rattling sound following his words as he tensed up, then... Went still, eyes open, staring up at the ceiling.
 
Sasha glared at him and shook her head. "You are only a murdered hunter. You aren't trying to save me. Only torture me for your own amusement." Sasha gasped as he heard the metal and a sheath and prayed the elementals came quick and her eyes went wide then shut as he put the dagger to her wrist. Sasha gulped and shook a bit, but then she felt them and her eyes shot open and she smiled as she felt them.

"This is no earthquake. This is the elementals power." She shrugged as he called her a witch letting out only a tiny yelp as he dove at her only to be side tracked by the elementals. Sasha watched him stumble and stuff then cried out as the dagger went into her foot. "Damn. uuuggghhh." Sasha took deep breathes. "Water elementals please help me." Sasha let out a little sigh panting a bit as water went around the dagger trying to ease the pain.

"Fire elementals, burn the dagger if you can." As they did She watched as they did water elementals covering more space to ease pain when the dagger was out. Then she looked to the preacher. "There is no one to save you." She passed out as he died wondering how she was going to get out.
 
The wet sound of meat being chewed and bone being snapped slowly woke Sasha, still bound in her chair, still stuck with the silver knife, through her foot. A massive crinos werewolf was busy devouring the dead preachers body. It was eating the corpse, bone and all, whole, snarling and snapping its wide, toothy jaw with each wet, sloppy bite.

It was easily the most massive male werewolf Sasha had ever seen, and its thick coat of fur was a dingy grey, with hints of silver along his mane. His eyes glowed red as he looked up at her and sniffed, scrunching its nose and baring its teeth in warning at her. "This is MY meal, find your own!" He seemed to say with but a single warning snarl.

He watched her as he continued to eat, recognizing that she was bound and helpless, and that her foot was pinned with a silver knife. He didn't say a word until he had eaten his fill, eating nearly two thirds of the preachers corpse.

Finally, he sat back on his haunches and started to pick his teeth with a shard of bone as he looked up at Sasha with curiosity. "Hey." He said, his voice, deep and dark, like a cold wind howling from the depths of an endless cave of nothingness. "You don't look so good. Not going to be sick, are you?"

He seemed comfortable in his crinos form, probably because it looked like he could rip another crinos in two. It was night time now, and the full moon was out. "Or are you hungry? I left some, if you want it..." He said, pointing at the gory remains of the corpse.
 
When Sasha woke up she saw what was eating and her eyes went wide. She kept quiet. When he said it was his meal she raised an eyebrow. "Does it look like I can go anywhere to you?" The dagger was very painful and she wondered how she got here. she couldn't remember a lot.

Sasha laughed. "No, but I have a dagger in my foot! Of course i'm not okay it hurts like hell. No thank you I would rather not. I can't anyway cause i'm stuck to a chair!" Sasha started growling feeling herself close to snapping her fur coming out.
 
"Hmm... Let me... HELP you with that." The grey pelt said, leaning forward and plucking the dagger from her foot as if it was nothing more than a tiny sliver. "Better?" He asked, using the silver dagger to pick his teeth instead of the bone, tossing it over his shoulder, as it was now obsolete.

"Okay, okay, no need to get your dander up, yeesh." He rose, taking a set of keys he had nearly swallowed when he started eating and clumsily tried each one on the cuffs she wore. "Just a minute. Just a minute... Woops." He fumbled and dropped them, his monsterous crinos hands far too big to handle such a fine item. "Guess I should change, huh..." He groused, kneeling down as he willed himself back into his human form.

He was still tall and build for power, but his hands were no longer kielbasa sasusages. Probably the most surprising thing was that he was fully clothed. He wore a white t-shirt, holes patched up with duct tape, a long black leather trench coat, Brown riding pants, and tall, thick biker boots. A shard of glass hung around his neck on a thick leather cord, a knife stuck out of his right boot and the barrel of a shotgun peaked out from under his coat as he leaned forward to unlock Sasha's cuffs.

"There, your free. Now what? You know this guy? I don't think he liked you very much... Or maybe he liked you a whole hell of a lot. This some sort of bdsm thing? Pretty twisted lady, he was fucked up like some demented Jesus figure, on a cross of stone spikes when I found him. I mean, whips and chains is one thing but... Jesus! Pun intended."
 
Sasha gasped as he took the dagger out of her foot but sighed happily but with a little pain as the wound healed. "Thank you." She tried not to notice the picking the teeth thing. She was very thankful when he changed out of crinose and got her out of the cuffs and she breathed a sigh of relief getting up and rubbing her wrists Water elementals coming to soothe the soreness but were frightened a lot of the guy and whispered to Sasha. Ah. So that's why he was doing that.

"I don't even remember meeting him. I don't remember how I even got here or anything for the past few days." Sasha did notice a bit of a loneliness in her heart though. Like her heart was searching for something that it knew but she didn't. "I can tell you he sounds like a hunter and those spikes were built by elemental spirits."
 
"You're welcome..." The man said with a shrug. "Can't remember nothing? What, did he hit you in the head or something? You don't look that bad to me, that foot is going to be sore for a while, but the rest of you looks fine." He added, giving her a quick once over.

"Oh, this guy was pretty tainted, I could barely choke him down, but I managed. You sure you didn't call these spike thingies? I don't think he would have done it to himself, but then, he does look kind of like a Jesus freak, well, whats left of him anyway."

"Okay then, lets start with the last thing you do remember. Where are you from? Whats your name? Mines Eric Drake. I'm a drifter."
 
"Well there is a gap in my memory. since Friday night till now. Yeah i'm fine. Probably just too much drama or anything for temporary memory loss." Sasha rubbed her head and then checked to see if anything else was bruised or hurt. Thankfully that came up as a no.

Sasha nodded. "Yeah, maybe he heard white wolf legends and thought he was "saving the world." Sasha shook her head smiling. Some of them were like that and went straight to wanting to kill her. "I might have asked the elementals to help. They mostly are kind enough to help." Sasha paled at the thought of a hunter calling elementals. "Oh god no. Elementals even if called do what they want and probably would hurt him worse if he tried to call them." Sasha shivered a little, amazed that this man had even thought of the possibility.

"My name is Sasha i'm currently a lone wolf at a college. Today was my test but that is already over and i'm hoping I went there as i can't fucking remember." Sasha was getting irritated at the gap in her memory wanting to slice at something.
 
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