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Soon, the park path turned into concrete and she was back walking down a city street. Suddenly, a rustling and movement caused her to freeze in her tracks. Turning, she saw him, his brown eyes luminous and catching her emerald ones. She felt a warmth spread through her as she looked at him. They each stood there, eyes locked, waiting for the other to make the next move.

“You are a Coyote, Jacques. As for the woman she's not anyone unless she chooses it. You talk too much. Besides you gave you and your followers away when you intentionally opened that window. Too many symbols for a penitent man. Now Leave the Priest!” Disembodied voice commanded. Grey eyes narrowed, “So, Nomad, the quarry has found the hunter.” Menacing grin spread across a pale face. The pale man’s eyes when from slits to wide in a flash, then rolling with in their sockets. The ‘priest’ folded over a branch as a black leather adorned arm returned from with in the foliage. “Rest well ‘father’ the demon will plague you no more, May Wakan Tanka watch over and protect you.” Rustling in the trees was minor. Down the path, stopping occasionally to read the trail. ‘It will take some time for him to find a turned soul. Brother Wind, show me the way to her path.’ Leaves danced before him spinning, the dust devil swirled and stopped, then swirled forward. He followed with out further word.



Near the edge is where he finally saw her form crossing a busy street. His brown eyes searching the buildings for a path to follow without being seen by her. Startled he realized it was too late she seen him. Frozen in his tracks he could not move. He just watched her looking at him. Wind playfully pulled at his spiked dark hair. A passing cars head lights illuminated him. His appearance, in the synthetic beacon, shined of ages past. Tan skin, buck skin and fur coverings, deep dark eyes, war paint hinted at his past and feral posture. His shadow casts the form of a great stag on to the tall brush behind him. Frozen, he could not move as her eyes watched the fragment of time.

Making his way to the Tree, at arms length away, watches her bounce. Grinning to him self, ‘It will find your kind soon enough, it all ways has, until the nomad stops it, it will continue to dine on their energies.’ Tendrils of fog wavering, wrapping a shroud about him, then fades as if he not existed.

^ Have fun sinner? ^ Mockingly.

Grinning, taking his throne, ~perhaps… did you feel them? They are close… How’s our Prodigal's

Son? ~

^ Still no sign of him but The Warrior poet has a bone to pick with you and your banter. Beast is sleeping (thank the heavens), and nearly all here… ^

~You hesitate Saint… Problem? ~

^Nothing you need to concern your self with^

Black orbs hooded ~what is it you sense Saint, I feel your agitation… tasty~



Warm breeze blows through the park, leaves rustling, and curses from nearby park occupants. She walked on.



Lupine eyes also follow her gate, waiting her to pass before it, into the next clearing it would take her. Muffled yelp as tan hands griped below its jaw, choking the life from it. 300 pounds of muscle and fur collapsed below the canopy of brush.



“Bad dog, not your hunt. This one is mine. She will lure him out, just a matter of time. Not like him to play with kine. Even when I had an entire Coven out for his blood in the French Quarter, did he ever even notice their kind as anything more than food. Those were the days. We would stalk each other through the city night playing a vicious game of tag. When he took in my taint trying to save that human. I indeed relish the anguish as his turmoil filled him and forced him to loose control. An entire church, during Sunday mass, he went through them like they were paper dolls. Just to get close to me. Although there was that… hmmm … he was as if Hell it self rode on his heals. I do believe that was the first time I had seen his eyes blacken before my own… The game was too short. Should have lasted for eons. Yet the following night he nearly had me again. That was too close for comfort. Some thing holy natural about his being. Like the first night He had me pinned. The Confederate soldiers I lead into that village were dead in minuets, stopping for nothing but my own throat. The black blood of my host’s corpse spewed. Fortunately the mount was near death… and I galloped to where I could … What it was called me ‘skin dancer… coyote’.” The reminiscent grey eyes continued to follow her into the darkness of the park.

By DarkestDesires.



At the Sinner's arrogance, her eyes narrowed, her hand resting on the tree trunk turning into talons and digging into the thick bark…… "Fancy myself a huntress, you ask? How else have I survived these centuries without being one?" Her hand returning to normal. "Why these games? What is wanted of me and by whom? Of this entity… tell me." She waited a moment, matching his direct gaze with her own. Shaking her mane of hair, she spoke. "I am not going to play your game. I am away from you."

Wheeling about, her stride long and fast, she merged back into the shadows her visage changing… as she emerged from the shadows to walk along the lighted path in the park, she appeared as a woman wearing short dark bronze colored coat, short black dress, black high heels.

by CF



Shaking of the dazed feeling with the smell of own blood; pulling out shards of glass from wounds. Shadows shrink as predawn hints at its arrival forcing ragged leather clad form to view. Staggering to the lamp light of the near by street. Clumsily sitting on a curb, feet squarely on sewer grate. More glass and blood fall through the grill bars. Cars blur passed as time slowed. Predawn gives way to the first rays of dawn. Wounds closed, drenched and ripped shirt harden as blood dries. Fatigue solidifies into density of concrete that he rest on. Sister wind whispers its guidance. Brown eyes look upon the clouds that shield the sun from his intensity. Half lidded almond eyes grasp at the memory of the previous hours. The beast laughs from distant shadows, rage dully concedes to lethargy.





Tree holds his limp body to it maternally in a park. Day yields to Twilight, as brown eyes lighten to dull gold. Yellows and reds fade to blue and violets. *The beast stirs*

‘No, not this time… Your feeding has brought too much attention the other night.’ Emerald eyes and her kiss crystallize in his mind. ‘Kine, wonder lust, the chase, the window crashing, crucifix, crossbow ready, eyes of a kine hunter, danger for them. How far? Where was that place where the window.’ Before the last of the powder blue haze sank into the horizon; praise to The Great Spirits for furred brother’s gift of sustenance. *the beast growls but is content.*

Hours pass. ‘Here, to there.’ Following cloven hoof prints through the ally. Glass remained pounded into sludge of past traffic. With out the beast near surface, his senses lacked the sharpness to pick up her scent. Another’s scent with roses, incense, and sun dried wool. Could be a priest or friar, three – no five more with him hours ago; possibly sanctioned or ordained clerics. Preservative chemicals loomed in the air above the shattered pains, modern technology. ‘Silly rabbits… these tricks are for kine’ kids… what do they think they are hunting?’

Crouching over the glass scanning for tracks he opened windows in his mind to see hours past; focused in the darkness of the alley.





Recollection brings focus of crimson hair shimmering green eyes. Elegant yet functional attire of black. Kine’ aura of passionate reds and vivacious violets surrounded her.

Flash of encircling not work of the trinity next to a rose wood crucifix. Scar tissues of an aged branding tossed the minds’ eye to centuries before. Soldiers baring the crest of dual headed vulture, wilding decorative cutlasses edged with silver. Ware hunters, they made the mistake of hunting an animal. A beast perhaps, unworthy of the slaughter he unleashed. The demon was another story; damage it caused took decades to recover. It bore the same mark. ‘A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Could it be?’ Body shivers as each window to the plains close with cleansing and praise of his passage to the spirits.



Gold eyes widen to where they become golden orbs of light. Lips flush to silver as skin reddens. Passion, power, and images of centuries of another life experiences flood in. The Beast charges forward only to be frozen by the will of Sinner/Saint. ~ She is a curious creature, wouldn’t you say Sinner. ~ Buildings fade as time reminds on that which was here before them. ^ Granted Saint, but are we all here? You are the only one able to see all seven of us. Is the Nomad present, does he have the strength this time? ^ Calm brown eyes looks to each of the points that surrounds him. The Beast paces eagerly in its black fur of pitch, silver toothed maw snapping its aggravation. The Sinner, standing in silver fire with white plasma in deep contemplation focuses on containing his contempt. His crimson flesh with black curled horns, and black orbs for eyes, and. The Elemental patiently rests its statuesque molten rock surrounding a cyclone of water and wind. The Stag, in its regal mass stares back, dips its horns in acknowledgement. Nomad’s camp fire was unattended, Tee pee exterior adorned with hides of demons and creatures he has hunted. A tall wrought iron throne stood empty scrolls and great blades strewn about unkempt by their master, the Warrior poet. Void of the ID’s presence was felt.

~ No, Sinner, we are all not here. ~

^ I do feel it, not far, but not alone. They did not see her, and she has found the Nomad’s tree. What are your thoughts? ^

~ We will let it show its mark before we, or should I say he, hunt this one again. For now time is with us and I will sift through the images she has left behind. You may stand in my place until the Nomad returns. Please do keep the Beast in check; I know how you enjoy watching him play. Be cautious, there are many Kine, spirit walkers, and children of the damned who would weaken him. This one demon has eluded us too many times and caused too much contamination. ~



Golden orbs fade to black pearls; crimson skin fades to pale, as chrome of fangs meld into silver teeth. Standing full with silver mist fumes from holes in leather he walked out of the alley. Passing mortals, drinking of their energies, and taking in the sights of this world. Sopping in front of a clothier, gazing at gun metal grey pin striped suit. Moments in time pause as leather changes to pin stripes. Finding the park, senses alive with precious vitae. Lovers out in a night walk, homeless settling in their hand made hovels, youths rebelling against parental rules, and pets out for “walk-ies”



Pulling a silver tooth from his lower row, another grows in its place as silver fang morphs into a silver walking cane. Long sliver toped with a horned demon hand grip. The length of it shimmers with flame etching. He walked amongst them, pulling chrome glasses from his breast pocket and covering the dark spheres. Three Kine, two of the old ways of Tree, five of lupine, and a wraith with in the confines of the park. Silver grin spread across paling skinned face. With defiance three legs pass along the side walk. Dining on free energies as they passed.



Sensing her pain of reliving sorrows passed, the Saint discontinues his scrying. His finger tapping on his cheek in pondering on the delicateness of her memories. ‘This one is different. What kine would trouble them with the Nomad?’ Blessing the energies and returning them to their owner cleansed.



As sinner made his way through the park he noticed the tree had still had a visitor. In the shadow the being remained far from mortal eyes. ‘Greetings, have you recovered from your ordeal? Do you fancy you’re self as a huntress? Do you know what forces you dance around?” darkness spewed from him as sea fog takes the day. His silver cane dully glowed. “Your play mate has taking a “walk about” what say you with the threat of an ancient entity hot on your heals?” defiantly standing with both gloved hand resting on his silver cane.

By DarkestDesires



Pushing back the hunger as unknowing mortals strolled the path through the park, she leaned against the Nomad tree, one with the shadows. The Saint pulled images of her past from her memories, and with a soft sigh, she relieved them as they unfurled in her mind.



Sun bright in sky, colorful banners and pennants waving in the afternoon breeze. Sounds of armor clanking, horses whinnying, people talking. She was in the garden with her husband love, knight in green and black, embracing under elm tree. Tears come to her eyes as she relived moments of her life and pressed her cheek to the mighty tree, drawing more strength from it as her past continued..



Parting, he to his horse and squire, she to the stands, to the special place for the lords and ladies of the land. Her parents, and friends around her as he enters the joust on his favorite steed of dappled grey. Soon, horse hooves pounding, lances lowered, charging towards each other. Her breath held as the knights charge towards each other and sigh of relief as her beloved wins, the other falls from horse. She throws him a rose, he catches it.



Later, he walks towards her in the garden in the moonlight, sudden movement, he is taken by shadowy figure and she is helpless to stop and watches as her husband's neck is broken, body falling to the grass. Figure approaches her, she tries to run but cannot..is picked up and taken..she faints....she comes to in dank stone walls, candles burning all about her, she finds herself on a huge ornate bed, shadow figure standing over her. Hood removed, figure she still cannot identify standing above, eyes flashing, fangs flashing, she struggles, cannot move as face comes closer and closer, hands grabbing and holding her as sharp pain and weakness as her lifeblood is drained. Wrist in her mouth, sharp tang of blood as it passes her lips, she grabs hold of the arm and suckles greedily, then is pushed back on the bed....



The next night is when her torture from the embracer began....



Crying out, begging for the Saint to stop this torture of memories...she knows he is absorbing these memories and she sobs, angry for having them taken from her so...

By DarkestDesires



Focusing...allowing her mind to.... images flashed, of a double headed vulture, crucifix, soldiers, flashing cutlasses....gold eyes, demons...her mind reeled with the flood of images and then feelings...she looked around, trying to take in who or what was around them...she looked back to him in the leather jacket. Turning to mist, she moved towards him, then through him, not turning back until she was in the park under an oak tree. Strength from such a tree and she drew from it.....passages, what was the passage that she felt?



On 20:20:15 Jun 10 2006 ChromeFangs wrote:



Recollection brings focus of crimson hair shimmering green eyes. Elegant yet functional attire of black. Kine’ aura of passionate reds and vivacious violets surrounded her.

Flash of encircling not work of the trinity next to a rose wood crucifix. Scar tissues of an aged branding tossed the minds’ eye to centuries before. Soldiers baring the crest of dual headed vulture, wilding decorative cutlasses edged with silver. Ware hunters, they made the mistake of hunting an animal. A beast perhaps, unworthy of the slaughter he unleashed. The demon was another story; damage it caused took decades to recover. It bore the same mark. ‘A wolf in sheep’s clothing. Could it be?’ Body shivers as each window to the plains close with cleansing and praise of his passage to the spirits.





On 19:07:47 Jun 10 2006 DarkestDesires wrote:



Curiosity brings her out to retrace steps from their chase...something in the air, her senses tingle, something is wrong.... danger of a sort, but what? Traveling across rooftops she makes her way to where familiar smells come to her. He is there, but other smells what to do...she looks down and sees him...looking around, she doesn’t see others...but they lurk, but for what purpose? Dropping down, she lands and melts into the shadows and stands near him, observing.



On 00:45:20 Jun 10 2006 ChromeFangs wrote:



Tree holds his limp body to it maternally in a park. Day yields to Twilight, as brown eyes lighten to dull gold. Yellows and reds fade to blue and violets. *The beast stirs*

‘No, not this time… Your feeding has brought too much attention the other night.’ Emerald eyes and her kiss crystallize in his mind. ‘Kine, wonder lust, the chase, the window crashing, crucifix, crossbow ready, eyes of a kine hunter, danger for them. How far? Where was that place where the window.’ Before the last of the powder blue haze sank into the horizon; praise to The Great Spirits for furred brother’s gift of sustenance. *the beast growls but is content.*

Hours pass. ‘Here, to there.’ Following cloven hoof prints through the ally. Glass remained pounded into sludge of past traffic. With out the beast near surface, his senses lacked the sharpness to pick up her scent. Another’s scent with roses, incense, and sun dried wool. Could be a priest or friar, three – no five more with him hours ago; possibly sanctioned or ordained clerics. Preservative chemicals loomed in the air above the shattered pains, modern technology. ‘Silly rabbits… these tricks are for kine’ kids… what do they think they are hunting?’

Crouching over the glass scanning for tracks he opened windows in his mind to see hours past; focused in the darkness of the alley.









On 05:12:57 Jun 09 2006 DarkestDesires wrote:



With each step, fur recedes and skin emerges, then long red hair and leather coat . . . she stands behind him, watching the man appear from the form of stag... tang of blood still in air, she takes in the aroma of he and his blood...she moves silently behind...looks up to the brightening sky...moves to take one of the pieces of glass from his hand and licks the blood off it and tosses it into the sewer grate.



On 04:44:26 Jun 09 2006 ChromeFangs wrote:



Shaking of the dazed feeling with the smell of own blood; pulling out shards of glass from wounds. Shadows shrink as predawn hints at its arrival forcing ragged leather clad form to view. Staggering to the lamp light of the near by street. Clumsily sitting on a curb, feet squarely on sewer grate. More glass and blood fall through the grill bars. Cars blur passed as time slowed. Predawn gives way to the first rays of dawn. Wounds closed, drenched and ripped shirt harden as blood dries. Fatigue solidifies into density of concrete that he rest on. Sister wind whispers its guidance. Brown eyes look upon the clouds that shield the sun from his intensity. Half lidded almond eyes grasp at the memory of the previous hours. His beast laughs from distant shadows, rage dully concedes to lethargy. Longing ached as the sun rose.



On 04:26:52 Jun 09 2006 DarkestDesires wrote:



Tis your turn, m'lord . . . .



On 23:42:41 Jun 07 2006 ChromeFangs wrote:



Down the street they went, through ally and by way. Leaps and bounds. They passed by cars as if they were parked. She gains on the lead, he takes the turn leaping and running along the wall. Brick chips with each cloven hoof beat. Window opens in the ally. Resounding crash is heard, followed by a rain of glass and the thud of body hitting concrete. Blood soaked leather, dark hair matted with sweat, chest heaving rapidly. Commotion above causes the form to groggily roll into the shadow to sink into its veil. The Shadow watches for Emerald eyes and shade fur.



On 06:44:04 Jun 07 2006 DarkestDesires wrote:



The stag approaches.....the chrome antlers gleaming under neon of the streetlights as it bounded from vehicle to vehicle in search of her. She could hear its heartbeat and the plumes of breath from the wide nostrils in the cold night air. Her movement a blur as she moved to stand under the glow of a light, seeing the large antlers and head turn towards her...as the mighty stag approached, she leaped into the air, sleek ebony fur covering her as she became a panther, green eyes glowing. She whirled around, and on silent feet ran, leaping over a trash can and into the shadows...





On 06:30:15 Jun 07 2006 ChromeFangs wrote:



*Round gold eyes, Chrome antlers and bib, steadily climbs car for higher ground. Stead fast with alert ears, pluming breath billows in the night. (Camera down stage). Steel and concrete forest still the same to talented hoofs. Head swings about uncertain danger is felt. Leaping from vehicle to vehicle, stopping to look for pursuit. Zig zaging across the lane. Ears perked for sign of the huntress.*



On 06:09:50 Jun 07 2006 DarkestDesires wrote:



Inhaling she took in the enticing aroma of his blood, licking her lips as her ivory fangs grew and her eyes blazed emerald green in the shadows....she moved forward, and stood just outside the shadows, her muscles tensed, ready for movement, as she caught the glow of his eyes with hers..



On 05:24:02 Jun 07 2006 ChromeFangs wrote:



The hunted remembers the nature of kine. Twilight has taught us many things. * Exposes left wrist, nails grow to claws, quick slash allow burgundy fluid to flow. Spinning in place with a blur, spraying encircling rings. Golden eyes flash from Black Stags form.*



On 05:14:56 Jun 07 2006 DarkestDesires wrote:



She smiles as she looks down upon him from her perch on the building balcony... the breeze moves her hair about her as she inhales his scent... her eyes narrow as she sees the glint of chrome fangs in the pale streetlight...



Reaching out, she lets go a black rose to drop on the street by him....he whipped around looked to the rose and up to where she was....blowing him yet another kiss, she dissolved into shadow...



On 04:34:52 Jun 07 2006 ChromeFangs wrote:



Her scent remains affixed to lupine sensors. Golden eyes scan for the branding iron that briefly caressed pale cheek. Narrowed lids grin to the playful “tag”. Shadows are hers for the time being. My will sharpened and intrigued. *crouching while scanning for tracks* Illusive quarry. Lamp light reflected off of chrome fangs set in toothy grin.



On 04:25:06 Jun 07 2006 DarkestDesires wrote:



She emerges from the shadows, and as he bows, she blows a kiss and once again melts into the night . . . he feels a soft caress like a breath of air upon his cheek...







On 04:22:04 Jun 07 2006 ChromeFangs wrote:



Your presence and visage is welcomed to the twilight hues where I dwell. May thee be empowered with divine rain, rolling waves of pleasant soothing, and enticing sensations. * Humbly bows*