On the War Path {Kaera}

[dom]

On the outside the place seemed just like it was supposed to, and abandoned sawmill that was far past its glory days.

But inside a dark presence waited, sitting on a log left standing long ago, Dominic Roth contemplated the tides of change he had set in motion. Be it a success or a complete failure, he knew Kane wouldn’t return empty handed. He would either die or accomplish his mission, and either way there would be calls for retribution and from there it would only escalate into full blown war.

He had at his back and call an army of weres’ ready to die for him and obey his orders with a blind devotion. The pieces on the board were in their right places and he had done the first move, now it fell upon Wulf to do his. And Dom had no qualms about sacrificing each and every last one of his followers if it served to his cause.

It would be a glorious war that neither side would easily forget. And when it was all over, he would rule what was left to rule. Better to rule in hell than serve in heaven.

His senses caught the scent of those approaching in the air and the corners of his lips curved for a mere second. They had succeeded, not without loss however…all the better. And he had his prize.

Entering the sawmill, the weres tossed the body of Kaera Fenrisulfr at his feet. The chains on her wrists and ankles would keep her restrained.

“We accomplished our mission Dom, but we lost our brother Malakai,” Kane’s voice sounded with sorrow.

“It pains my heart to hear such news my brother, he was faithful to our cause, rest assured that we will not fail, nor we will forget his sacrifice. See to it that he has a proper burial, I will join you and the others shortly.”

Nodding, Kane and the others left Dom and Kaera alone.
Rising to his feet, the were walked towards the blonde shifter, knelling by her side and pulling aside the golden locks of hair that covered her face. “Wake up, you’re missing the dawn of a new age.”

[Kaera Fenrisulfr Vuldanshe]

Pain.

That was the first thing Kaera became aware of when she came too. That and the scent of an unfamiliar person who seemed to hover over her. With animal instinct, the female's lips immediately curled back in a snarl and her ice blue eyes flashed open to glare daggers at her captor.

Shoving herself upright, the blond smacked his hand away even as she gathered herself for an attack. Unfortunately, the chains on her wrists and ankles pulled her up short and she could only hiss her fury at the creature watching her. Immediately switching gears, her keen gaze took in the details of the abandoned sawmill and began catologing weaknesses.

She might be a female but she was far from helpless.

When she was finished, Kaera turned her full attention back to the creature in front of her. It had only taken her a millisecond to do a quick sweep and then her anger focused solely on her captor. It took her less than that to figure out what he was and her amazement at his stupidity knew no bounds. There could only be one reason a were had kidnapped her and it was paramount to suicide.

"Who the hell are you and what the hell do you want?" she snarled at him, hackles raised and fury in her eyes. "Do you have any clue what you have wrought with your actions? You've started a war you can not and will not win.... My brothers will rip you to shreds and clean their teeth with your bones."

Lifting her chin in disdain, the shifter stared at him with cold certainty. He was a walking dead man. The idiot might not know it but the warrant for his death had been stamped Paid the moment he'd touched her..

[dom]

It was with a smile of unphased amusement that Dom faced Kaera’s defiance. So brave, so sure of herself…the war hadn’t been in progress already, he’d feel inclined to convert her to his side. But not now, it didn’t matter at this point. He already had managed to get his war into motion, there were almost a hundred vicious weres ready to die for him.

“I, my dear, am the herald of a new age. You don’t get it, do you princess? It isn’t the matter of winning or losing, never was. But your simplistic view doesn’t allow you to see the full scope.”

Shaking his head, Dom stepped back and took a sit back onto the log, it was a makeshift throne for him for now. It was about the power, not the ostentation. Sitting coolly, he eyed her for a moment, a thoughtful demeanor stole over his features.

“Allow me to enlighten you, princess. There was this man who was born in a poor village in Grimstad, Norway. His mother was a single mother, his father had fled before he was ever born. But he was a good man, brave, honorable…and in much ways as simplistic as you. Believed in right or wrong, black and white. Now there was this monster that stalked their village, a murderous beat and the man, a hunter by trade set out to be the hero. His folly had him wounded gravely, but death wouldn’t take him. So he was brought back to the village and against all odds survived, only to go mad with the beast and slaughter all those he was trying to protect.”

Pausing, Dominic was lost with a momentary blank stare as he remembered that night. And then he continued.

“That man, when he regained a grip on his sanity on the next day, was riddled with sorrow and self loathing. He tried to end his own life, for countless times, but lacked the knowledge to accomplish this task. But then the time and the harsh reality of the world came upon him. His race was a second class race even amongst equals, shifters ruled and weres suffered. And so he took on a new folly, to be the hero again and win some manner of respect and justice for his race. And were did the words of peace led us? The shifters laughed on his face, tried to end his life more than once…” a victorious smile crept on his lips, “and I survived. So don’t you think I fear your brother. My arm is all round us, they would die before he can get to me and not even the might Wulf can defeat them all.”

Rising from the log and stepped towards her, grabbing her wrist, he snapped open the shackles.

"If you doubt me, try to leave this place. You won’t get far, search with your senses, you will know this is true. Attempt to flee and your brother will only find your carcass when he gets here.”

[Kaera Fenrisulfr Vuldanshe]

Now the dark begins to rise
Save your breath, it's far from over
Leave the lost and dead behind
Now's your chance to run for cover
I don't want to change the world,
I just want to leave it colder
Light the fuse and burn it up
Take the path that leads to nowhere
All is lost again, but I'm not giving in...
I will not bow, I will not break

Oh yeah, this guy certainly brought new meaning to bat shit crazy. Didn't she just get the warm fuzzies listening to his "story".

Man, whatever happened to men who were men and didn't blame their actions on the past? Oh right.... those were guys who actually knew how to deal with life in general instead of being cowards and hiding behind a "pour me" pity party.

The gods save her from insane idiots like this guy. Like they all didn't have some sort of tragedy in their background. That wasn't any excuse for the actions the man was taking and she itched to give him a piece of her mind.

However, since she was smarter than that and wanted to keep living, she was careful to keep her expression closed. No reason to piss the dude off since he was walking a fine line between just psycho and Freddy C insane, right?

RIGHTTTTTTT.

Shifting her position, Kaera noted that the chains around her ankles and wrists were of a silver nature and imbued with magic. Well, hell.. Didn't that just figure. He might be insane but he wasn't stupid. He'd known that the only way to hold her would be to lock her down with an unbreakable spell and had gone the extra length to use pure silver. While it didn't burn her, it wouldn't allow her to escape either.

Just freaking GREAT.

Glowering at him, the petite blond sighed and shook her head. Something told her that he was being truthful when he said he wouldn't hesitate to have her killed. Not that that truly scared her but she wasn't a fool either. Wulf would be along soon enough and then he would feel the full wrath of the shifter king. Her brother wasn't the most feared wolf on earth for nothing and the men who would come with him were just as deadly... If not more so.

Oh hell... Banning was no doubt loosing his mind right about now. He was walking a fine line these days in his recovery but the one thing that she knew was that the berserker within would want blood.

Oh yeah, Dominic had no idea of the monster he had awakened by taking her. He'd wanted war.... and a war he would receive.

"You might think you have all this planned out, sir.... But there are a few things you don't know about my brother or our family...There is a secret amoung our clan that has been hidden over the centuries because no one has truly threatened one of our kind.... Your actions tonight though??? You've awoke a monster that will not rest until every one of you is dead... Including yourself."

Tilting her head to look up at him, the blond spoke without any threat. It was pure truth as she continued.

"Those myths about warriors who turned into fierce monsters? Those myths originated with my clan. You aren't dealing solely with shifters.... You have no doubt awaken the berserker blood in them all.....and the one's who do not have it?" she remarked calming, a slight chuckle in her tone. " I've no doubt that Draven will want your lt. blood for what he did to Ashling. You underestimate every one of those men and their own desire for blood for the actions taken against them. Caleb may seem like a tamed wolf to you but that is only because he desires a life worth living. By hurting his woman?? You've unleashed a beast that will rip apart your numbers. "

Then, shrugging, she turned her gaze away from him and closed her eyes. The dismissal was obvious.

[dom]

Dominic allowed a laugh to roll off her lips at her reply. She was so certain, that her brothers would come and save her from his tyranny and all would be alright. But his strength came in numbers and blind faith, he was the were’s prophet, the one they would die for…and they were legion.

And if she thought she knew monsters…she better think again.

“You poor deluded thing. If no one ever dared to face your brothers before it wasn’t because they are undefeatable…it is because they lacked the resources and the courage. Outside of those walls, my army awaits for them and it will be a glorious and bloody battle. This Caleb you speak of is nothing but a fool, a tiny wolf to be squashed under the might of my army. No one has ever faced a challenge like this.”

Casting a devilish smile at them, he shook his head. Her defiance came from the life of aristocracy were no one would dare to defy her rule. But oh he dared.

“I know they will come, I want them to come. My men surely let a trail than even a blind man could follow. And even if your brothers manage to get close enough to enter this place…if you believe to know of true monsters you better think again. Let him come, I will rip them apart before your own eyes.”

Dominic defiance came not of arrogance, but of power. He was a massive and vicious dark wolf that even now begged for release to rip his enemies apart with the same ease that he had done in the past. It was no wonder that those that stood against him learned to tremble at his presence and gave him the title of DOOM.

[Kaera Fenrisulfr Vuldanshe]

(This looks like a good place to wrap this one up. This OK with you, Dom??)