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"For I have lived more lives than any man under the sun, and I will live many more beyond this day."
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 D o l a i
((WIP))
Age: 60,012 Years Old
Sex: Female
Gender: Female
Race: African
Ethnicity: Anu
Nationality: None
Meaning of Name: "Gift" in isiAnu
Birthdate: Rain Season (between march or april), around 58,000 B.C.E
Zodiac: Aries
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral
Health: 100%
 
 
 History

 

Dolai was born in what is now Ethiopia, among a prehistoric people known as the Anu. Her mother, Nani, seemed to have an immaculate conception of her own, leading many tribespeople to believe that she had birthed a sort of curse from their trickster God, or a demon child. Unbeknownst to Dolai, her father was the First One, the first god of the first people to inhabit Central Africa. At the age of fifteen, she began to receive visions of the land locked in ice and the death of the five northern tribes. The people starved as the forests and plains they once hunted in froze over, if they did not perish from the cataclysmic eruption of what would be the Quaternary Ice Age. The message was clear; if they stayed, they would die. 

She rallied the five tribes of North Africa, each becoming divided by the desire to leave or stay in the homeland they had always lived in. In the end, some did stay, others built boats to sail into the eastern sea, and Dolai and other tribespeople went north along the Mediterranean, Middle East and Asia Minor3713431160?profile=RESIZE_710x. Dolai was married to Daxeri, the son of the Xdu chief, and became pregnant not long after.

Then the ice came.

The earth shook and cracked, the sky tore in half, releasing the heaven’s fury, as the land and sea became locked within ice. Darkness and discord ruled the lands. In what is now Azerbaijan, Dolai gave birth to a stillborn daughter at the age of sixteen. Her husband took another wife, who bore him sons and mocked Dolai’s proclaimed failure.

 Dolai cursed the Gods for the darkness, the ice, the death of her people and her child. It was then her father revealed his presence. He was weakened, his followers having died or abandoned him, the belief that kept him alive was fading. The God told her of her purpose; to scribe the story of mankind, to usher it forth and watch nations rise and fall. 

Dolai left her tribe at once, bringing people to new lands and honing her magical ability, surviving long enough to witness the ice melt, and the sun return at the dawn of the fertile crescent. From then on, Dolai would live a thousand lives. She would lead people to the four corners of the earth, crossing the ice bridge with ancient Siberians to the Americas. 

She would become djati to the first Pharaoh, Nari Mare, and to Hatshepsut. She would become the Akkadian-Sumerian Queen, wife to Sargon of Akkad. Centuries later, an empress at the side of Alexander the Great, become an advisor to Genghis Khan, fight in Shaka Zulu’s armies, guide young Siddhartha Gautama and conquer lands with Ragnar Lodbrok. Dolai would sail with West Africans to Central America, where the Olmec civilization would blossom, she would journey with the wayfinders to the Polynesian islands, and bring the Ainu to Japan. 

Dolai has watched the rise and fall of many empires, a mere relic of the past, embarking on a seemingly endless journey. So the nomad continues to wander, protecting the earth from what should be left in the past, and continues to scribe the world’s story.

 

 

The Anu

The Five Tribes of North Africa inhabited North and Northeast Africa from 80,000 to 60,000 B.C.E. They were the Anu, the Nxual, the Ədul, the Xdu and the Iəku. Dolai hails from the Anu people. They were nomadic people that roamed modern day Ethiopia, Eritrea, Sudan, Egypt and Libya. They followed the migration of what they called Ifeə, "horned beast,"or the pelovoris, a prehistoric African buffalo. Unfortunately, this lead to war with sedentary tribes, like the Nxual of Libya, Algeria and Morroco, as well as the Ədul of Libya, Sudan, Chad and Niger.

All tribes had no concept of farming, fishing, building, etc. They were hunter-gatherers, meaning they relied on hunting animals and gathering natural resources for survival. 

The Anu are tall, typically mesomorphic people, with skin ranging from copper or bronze brown to obsidian black. They have 4b or 4c hair, rarely anything besides black. They have straight noses with rounded nostrils, full lips and large, slanted or upturned eyes. Their faces are often narrow, with high cheekbones and larger ears. Scarification was common with black skinned tribesmembers, whereas brown skinned often had black stick and poke tattoos. Hair was often locked into dreads, or braided against ones scalp.

They spoke isiAnu, which sounded like a series of clicks, grunts, vowels and harsh, gutteral consanants. The X makes a "high" click sound,  the Ç makes a "neutral" click and the Ə makes a "low" click. The Ğ is a throaty grunt.

They used spears, bows and arrows and blades. Their diet consisted of fruits, wild rice, elephant, buffalo, okapi, fish, and things of that nature. Life was greatly affected by the change in climate in North Africa. Every ten to one hundred years, North Africa went from full of life, dominated by tropical plants to a dry desert, and then back again, a transformation that the Anu called Yan'adual.

Religion held great importance to the Anu. They believed that what lie in ones heart and the motive of their actions, would send them to either Çxu'ğl (Above the Sky/the afterlife) or Ğmur (Below the Sea/the underworld). Their teachings relied heavily on duality, the safety of what is known and the fear of what is unknown.

Their two main Gods, were Ta'jat and Xanadu. Ta'jat was the Sun, the ruler of the Sky and creator, he was the God of the sun, life, chiefs, Çxu'ğl, Yan'adual and the Afa, which was the future, the known and divination. Xanadu was the wife of Ta'jat, and the Goddess of the moon, magic, healing, wisdom and the past. Omandu was created by Ta'jat, and cast down to Ğmur, which he made his domain. He is the God of the sea, evil, Ğmur and the Ofa, or the unknown. 

The Efe, or shaman, played a vital role in the tribe. The Efe chosen at a young age, to train under the current Efe. They were spiritual leaders, healers and were believed to have the Afa. This allowed them to tell ones future, transfer their consciousness, recieve prophecies and connect to the Gods. They were believed to hold ancient knowledge through the Afa, and regarded as more than human. It was common for an Efe to gauge their ears and bottom lips, pierce their noses with animal bones, shave their heads and tattoo and scar themselves. They also sometimes stretched their necks with rings or even blinded themselves to only be guided by Ta'jat and therefore have more powerful Afa. 

 

Anu tales and myths coming soon

 

 Appearance
 Despite being sixty millennium's old, Dolai does not look her age and appears to be in her early to mid twenties. She has natural black hair of the 4b texture, however she most commonly has dreadlocks. She is also known to wear her natural curls or don twists, box braids and cornrows. She has bronze brown skin that can darken depending on climate, with a cool undertone and sun damage around her nose, cheeks and shoulders. She has full, rosebud lips that reveal fairly white teeth, and one golden left canine tooth on the bottom row. Dolai has a narrow shaped head with a sculpted, sharp bone structure, a defined jawline and high cheekbones. Her arched, full eyebrows arch over almond shaped, dark brown eyes, with long, thick eyelashes. Often dark circles plague the skin beneath her eyes. 
Dolai stands at 5'11, with rounded, full hips and shapely 
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thighs. From centuries of travel, war and hunting, she has a very athletic, strong build. She has a cinched waist, contrasted by broad shoulders and well muscled arms. Her back is arched and toned, her abdomen sculpted and adorned with Ethiopian scarification from the Karo tribe, as curved and straight lines on her stomach. Dolai also has heavily scarred palms from rituals requiring her blood.

The nomad has recieved many tattoos from many regions of the world. Her first tattoo was the sun on the back of her neck. She also has a unalome on her throat, given to her in India during the Maurya Dynasty. An Egyptian scarab is etched into the back of her shoulders, massive Nordic runes adorn  her chest. Dolai has ancient Scythian tribal tattoos on her right arm, depicting the animals she hunted, and a Haida ki-da of Xhuuya, or the Raven, dances across her left arm. Below that is a snake, given to her by the prehistoric Anu people. On her right arm, are Pictish ties. On her lower back is a Sak Yant, or Thai magical tattoo, known as Suea Koo.  On her right hand, she has henna tattooed on the back. On her thighs, she has Polynesian tribal and traditional Japanese Irezumi Hebi, and finally, a West African sankofa on the back of her left calf.

 

 

 

Personality
 From a first impression, Dolai is not a ray of sunlight and warmth. She maintains a stoic expression, with a rather apathetic and indifferent attitude. She has been percieved as short tempered, distrustful, and above all, blunt. Although this is mostly true, there is more to Dolai. 
She is hesitant to form relationships, and would rather observe than assume, and analyzes character through this. She is private, but perceptive and rather talented at deciphering one's true nature. When she finds someone she genuinely connects with, she values honesty, loyalty, respect and ambition within them.
Dolai's true purpose has made her ambitious, in both positive and negative aspects. Some will tell the tale of a noble and just woman, the others a cruel, ambition driven witch. She is without a doubt cunning and driven, with a wisdom only acquired over milleniums of failure and strife. Dolai is constantly willing to learn, her favorite subjects being science and (of course) history. 
Despite her many lifetimes, the human and divine aspects of her being are always at war. She is no more than a tired soul, with feet weary from travel, eyes heavy from centuries of witnessing war and shaking shoulders, exhausted from carrying the weight of the world and a downtrodden heart. 
 
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Magic
 From her tens of thousands of years wandering the Earth, Dolai has learned from many branches of witchcraft. Her divine blood also gives her hereditary magic. She is naturally adept in witchcraft and can sense magical presences, beings, items and places, through a burning sensation in her core. Dolai also hears the call of the ancestors, who give her prophetic dreams and visions, which in the Anu religion, divining is known as the Afa. She is semi immortal and immune to all diseases. Dolai also has enhanced physical strength and senses, her body can withstand massive trauma and extreme conditions. She is also gifted with omnilingualism, which means she can speak, understand and write any language upon hearing it.
From her travels, Dolai has learned many facets of witchcraft. These include Ile Ifa, Druidry, Voodoo, Seiðr, Akkadian, Egyptian, Greek, Aztec, Irish Celtic, Native American, Zulu, Himba, Japanese and Aborigine witchcraft. She is also an expert in Vedic and Alchemical magic, and is a member of the Nine Unknown Men.
Dolai also has magic that was given to her, either by beings or items. Through the Veil of Isis, she can grow anything natural from plants to vines to trees. After drinking from the Pot of Fire, she is able to manipulate and manifest fire. She is also able to manipulate sunlight through the enchanted scarab tattoo on the back of her shoulders.
Finally, Dolai has a pocket dimension, a domain only she has access too. There, she has made her own home and keeps her various pets. She also has a giant Library, where she keeps every petroglyph, cave painting, stone tablet, hieroglyph, scroll and book that she has written about the story of mankind. She has never shown the pocket dimension to anyone, and doesn't spend too much time here. Entering the pocket dimension requires a great deal of her magical energy, and she must remain there for two to three days to fully recharge.
 
Family

 (( not complete ))

Mother // Nani, long deceased

 

Father // The First One, long forgotten

 

Siblings // None

 

 - Sons -

Rimush, Shu-Enlil, Ilaba'is-Takal, Manishtushu, EumenesKehinde, Moji, Takalik, Tariq, Alasdair, Ronan, Ros, Mahindra, Ezume,  Zurka, Niles, Bjorn, Hvitserk, Sigurd, Ivar, Siyanda

 

 - Daughters -

Enheduanna, Taiye, Sehene, Sanghamitra, Sarnai, Aiko, Dānu, Amahle, Khulekani

 

 

 

Trivia
 - Dolai mastered Alchemy under the teachings of Enki -
- She studied at Nalanda University in India, where she met Siddhartha Guatama for the second time -
- She is one of the Nine Unknown Men and continues to gather knowledge for them to this day -
- Her magic is weakened in the city -
- Dolai has trained in Muay Thai, Ju Jitsu, Kung Fu, Dambe, Capoeira and Krav Maga -
She owns an enchanted bar called the Isola Rosa, which means "Red Island" in Italian, and it can appear in any city. Mortals will behave as if the bar had always been there, those of magical nature may notice a difference -
- Dolai exceeds in math, philosophy, physics, zoology, botany, anatomy, history and astrology -
- She cannot get enough of spicy food -
- She is definitely an alcoholic, she'll blame it on the fact that beer and wine were the only things to drink back in her day-
- Dolai studied epistemology under Socrates -
- Surprisingly enough, she still remembers her first language, isiAnu. It sounds like a series of clicks, grunts, vowels and harsh, guttural consonants -
 
 
Possessions

- The Book of Thoth -

The Egyptian God, Thoth's, book containing ancient magic. Acquired during Hatshepsut's reign.

 

- The Falcon Cloak -

A gift from the Norse Goddess, Freyja. It is a cloak that allows one to turn into a falcon.

 

- Veil of Isis -

Symbolic of the secrets of the natural world, gives Dolai the power to control nature

 

- Shamshir-e Zommorrodnegar -

An emerald encrusted scimitar from Persian legend, forged by Kāve to slay the demon, Fulad-zereh. Acquired by killing the demon. Once belonged to King Solomon.

 

- Pot of Fire -

The pot that Grandmother Spider carried fire in, and gave to the Cherokee. Dolai drank from the pot and gained the power to manipulate fire.

 

- Cauldron of Dagda -

A cauldron that was once guarded by the King of the Tuathe De, Dagda. Once one cooks in it, the food is endless. The cauldron can also raise the dead and heal wounds, and was given to Dolai by Dagda after defeating the Fomorians.

 

- Tezcatlipoca's Smoking Mirror -

After the fall of the Aztec Empire, the God, Tezcatlipoca, transformed into an obsidian mirror to be kept by Dolai. Through it, one may see the entire cosmos, including the past.

 

- Sampo -

A mythical, golden Finnish artifact that Dolai went on a journey to find. Grants endless wealth.

 

- Idol of Shango -

An idol of the Orisha of thunder and lightning, Shango. Was carved by Shango and Dolai's son, Moji.

 

- Fire Opal Blade -

A beautiful blade made of fire opal, given to her by the Aztec goddess, Itzapaplotl.

 

- Buddha Bracelet -

A green, yellow, black and white beaded bracelet with a Buddha pendant, made by Dolai and King Ashoka's daughter, Sanghamitra.

 

- Hagstone -

A stone with naturally occuring holes that allows Dolai to see the fae in the area, found in Scotland.

 

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Relationships
- Kháos Mávros -
- Dominic - 
- Kujo -
 - Loki -
 
 Dolai has had many relationships throughout her lifetime, platonic and romantic. As of now, she is single and not too keen on finding a romantic interest. Dolai is demiromantic, meaning it takes a deeper connection for her to develop an interest in someone. However, she is bisexual, and has been in both polyamorous and monogamous relationships.
 
 
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Rules
Leave drama at the door, I tolerate none of it.
I try to keep most of Dolai's story historically accurate. I do tweak some details for her, as she is my character, but if something is wildly inaccurate or offensive, please let me know.
I have the right to say no to a thread.
Do not kill, maim, rape or emotionally scar my character without plotting it with me first.
This is an 18+ zone, there will be mature themes and storylines.
That being said, I do not write purely sexual or violent content. I participate in threads with substance and story behind it.
I'm open to threads and additional plotting. PM or inbox me if you'd like :)
 
 
 
Threads
Jorah: Tales of Legend - Replied
The Black Dog - Pending
Dominic - Replied
Mai Ortega - Pending
Knight - Pending
Jeverich - Replied
Noita Doe - Pending
 
 

 

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  • She sat in the passenger side of a black SUV that was in route to a nearby coffee shop. The green haired woman was looking through a rather thin file on an immortal being known to be called Dolai. There wasn’t much for her to go off of. Then again she didn’t need a whole lot to go off of. All that was confirmed by intel was that she was in possession of some powerful weapons considered illegal in most countries. Some may find it hard to believe, but of course federal governments know the existence of super natural beings. A set of laws has been created for them to follow in the land of humans. When they are broken then people like Mai and her strike team are sent to respond. Fortunately for everyone involved this wasn’t the case being brought up on Dolai.

    “So this lady is as old as Lynn?” asked the driver of the SUV as he glances over to Mai.

    “I can’t be sure, but she’s definitely up there.” Mai responds while keeping her gaze on an image taken of the woman.

    “And why again are we interrupting her day?” Asks another woman that was in the back seat.

    Mai was growing visibly frustrated at her team’s lack of knowledge on the current assignment. “She hasn’t broken any major laws yet. At least that we know of. She’s just in possession of some questionable weapons and doesn’t have a completed file of documentation with our network in case she were to go mad and start destroying the world… People like her, Wrath, and Lynn are people we need contingency plans for in case they decide the population could do with a few million less.”

    “Hey I’m not the one pulling people who have no knowledge on the law for some FBI suicide squad.” The driver spoke up in his defense.

    “We aren’t-whatever.” Mai hates arguing with people she knows will always have something else to say.

    They were coming close to their destination now and Mai had put all of the contents of the small file into a briefcase. “I’m going in just to speak with her. If she runs or decides she’d rather fight here’s what I need from you two. Chelsea, start tracking her as soon as we arrive. If she vanishes off somewhere I want to know where and I want to be in the same area in the same second she arrives. Doom, if she does anything else, reverse time. I don’t expect it to stop her, but perhaps it can give me the window I need to grab her. As soon as we start engaging in a fight, I want you two to start working on containing her. We keep her planted until Maxson shows up.”

    “And if she doesn’t do any of what you mentioned?” Chelsea had asked from the backseat.

    “Then nothing happens. Hopefully I get answers then I walk away. We have her location, description, inventory, and purpose. Everyone sleeps a little more soundly knowing they won’t spontaneously combust someday.” Mai replies as she looks out the window at the nearing coffee shop. “This is it, be ready.”

    She exists the vehicle and calmly walks herself into the shop. In her right hand is the briefcase and in her left hand is a silver metal ball. She smells of fresh mint leaves and is wearing a white sweater with light jeans and knee high tan boots. It was rather cold outside after all.

    She makes her way over to the woman she identifies as Dolai and takes a seat across from her. “Je ne veux pas me battre, mais je le ferai.” She speaks as she places a badge on the table. She has no doubts in her mind that this woman would know French, as well as every other language to ever be spoken. Plus she heard it isn’t too strange to speak French in Canada. “J'ai juste quelques questions et ensuite je serai hors de vos cheveux.” She opens her brief case and brings out the file from earlier as she begins reading over a few things. “Permettez-moi de me présenter. Je m'appelle Mai Ortega et je travaille pour le FBI pour garder une trace de tous les êtres et créatures qui pourraient niveler un continent. Tu es Dolai, oui? Je vais commencer par les questions simples. Quel âge avez-vous exactement et quel âge avez-vous?” The entire time her emerald green eyes stayed focused on Dolai in case of something tricky happening. While waiting for her answers she began to roll the metal ball in her hand.

  • ((At long last, it has been written))

     

    The girl seemed very in-character, and Kas had difficulties not believing her at this point. She began talking about the Ancestors and he wondered who she was referring to. Maybe the Titanes? - ancestors of the Olympian gods. She didn’t look particularly Greek, so probably not. And he had difficulties not believing she knew about the apple - that is in more than assuming it was there due to a quick glance. A normal person would just assume they’d been hallucinating, or just saw wrong, at this point. There was not a trace of the little box anywhere, not a shadow cast, not a warped light, nothing. So how come she was so convinced she knew it was there still. Kháos cast a quick glance towards the desk where the box was standing hidden away from sight. He could see it, it was in his blood to see that which was hidden by his blood. True that it was a fragment of Hades’ helmet that made it invisible, but it was also laced with the shadows of his Grandmother. So although he couldn’t see the box itself, he could see the shadows that it was made with. How ever the strange girl could know it was there despite Erebus’ bones keeping the effects of it away from the minds of living things was beyond him.

     

    Dolai wouldn’t be completely wrong in believing he was dumb. He certainly wasn’t the brightest match in the box. He’d been trained for war - and yes war-strategy as well - but not much else. He was certainly not stupid, but he lacked experience and knowledge. And because he’d have had to learn right from wrong on his own, he’d never had the time to train his mind for other things. Math made his head spin, and it had taken him 4 years to learn basic English. Her words were hard. Cold. Felt like ice - no, felt like… a chill went down his spine, home. His heart was pounding, but not because he was afraid of her, but because at this moment she reminded him of his… mother. Bitch was colder than the arctic, and harsher than the strongest blizzard. But something about what she said snapped him back to reality. Discord and destruction will be unleashed, gods will fall. Was she talking about the second Great War of Olympos? So far it had been a cold war, and to his knowledge few - if any - gods had fallen in battle. Though he knew Ares had plans to destroy all of Olympos. And that Eris supported him. But how did the Apple come into play? Eris had left the Apple with Kas so that none could use its power. For good reason.
    Might seem strange as Eris was the goddess of Discord, but the Apple has a deeper history. Only in Hera’s orchard could these Apples be found. Devices of incredible power, some even positive and life-giving.

    So storytime. Mankind had grown too many and too rebellious against the gods. Zeus believed the best way to make them return to their gods was to thin the herd, so to speak. But he knew the other gods would not give consent for such an idea, so he’d corrupted one of Hera’s Apples. And by doing so, created one of the most potentially deadly weapons in the history of both gods and mortals. He’d gifted the Apple to Eris and simply told her that she knew what to do with it. Then, during the wedding of Thetys and Peleus, Zeus had intentionally “forgotten” to invite Eris - because gods (literally) forbid him to be responsible for such treachery. Eris had then burst in to crash the party, whispered to the apple and thrown it onto the table and simply watched the discord unfold, for such was its potential. All the gods quarrelled over which goddess was the fairest - as the words To The Fairest had echoed from Eris’ lips into the Apple and the great Temple of the gods. To settle the debate, Zeus invited a mortal to judge the goddesses, but envy and discord following the result eventually led to the greatest war the Greek world had ever seen - all the Greek kingdoms united against Troy. Millions had died. And for a time, Zeus plan had worked. But by then it was already too late, and only a millennia later the Olympian gods had near been forgotten. 

     

    Perhaps the girl didn’t realise that the Apple was as safe as it could be where it was now. Or at least to Kháos’ knowledge. It had been hidden with him in the mortal realm so that the gods wouldn’t get their hand on it. Eris feared using it as she knew Zeus could likely control it. He never simply gave things away. Not without being in control. Perhaps he’d forgotten about, and if so she found it best if Kas had it so that when he surrendered to War, he could use it. She knew War would become one of the strongest gods, stronger than even Ares. For such was his fate as the Horseman of War. 

     

    As she turned heel, Kháos was left stumped and confused. What had just happened? Was it over? What happens now? Well, that went well -a voice spoke as a nearly naked guy with only shorts and an open leather jacket appeared. “Phobos…,” Kas said, and the two would converse about what had just unfolded. Phobos had believed the girl, and managed to convince Kháos to make sure that whatever happened, he would not give Dolai the apple. 

     

    -

     

    The following morning, Kháos was awoken by Phobos who - as per usual - had slapped Kháos hard on his butt to force him to get up. Kas groaned and writhed, trying to lazily swat his haunter. As he got up, his head was spinning - as usual. But this time it was as if though a blurry filter covered his eyes and however much he rubbed, the filter persisted. It wasn’t bad enough to blind him completely, but it was a nuisance and caused slight irritation. Kind of like when you’re really tired, or drunk, and your eyes can’t seem to work properly. Nevertheless, he got up, put on his morning robe and strolled down to the cafeteria for a cup of pitch-black coffee, hoping that this day would go undisturbed...

  • It was a coin toss, a split decision. One of many he had faced in in the last century or so to pass, but… none so precarious. A subtle nod of his head was tipped to her when praised just how that decision ended. As she spoke yet, his eyes were still studying the grounds behind her as the sounds grew louder. Run- go, 

    and so she did. The footsteps grew louder and louder where he hadn’t moved a muscle for himself since she had bolted off. At the first signs of silhouettes coming through the trees, he brought a wrist up to cover block eyes from the torchlights that inevitably landed on him. The less those crimson hues made eye contact, the better. As if on cue, Dominic’s face fell to a startled expression and he took a few wary glances over his shoulder, shifting back and forth from the men to the trees as if he had seen something for himself… every glance he took was due West. His finger pointed likewise, turning toward the direction he had been looking. “That way—hurry!” He ushered promptly in a voice that wasn’t his own.

    Several moments came and went before the sounds of the men vanished. Just as soon as they had, he glanced off toward the direction he had sent the rather woman. Perhaps he should have sought her out, but then again perhaps he had done enough to change a fate for one night. Not long after that, Dom was quick to turn his shoulders and start walking. A realization had come to him that wiped the smug expression off his face with a sense of fear that matched his pale complexion.

    He was late. Horribly so. The rain was already starting to fall for the early morning and he hadn't felt a trace of the sibling he was hunting with. She'd left him behind, she'd bloody left him- ...all in all, he'd given her no reason not to. They were a coven, not a family. They had no reasons to grow fond of one another. Dominic started back from where he had come from at an awkward pace. He didn't know whether to hurry for his sake or try and hold off the inevitable. This wasn't good. Two extra hours of unexplained absence, and he wreaked of blood. They wouldn’t let him tell the end of his explanation even if he started. In the end, he picked up his haste, leaving the outskirts of London just as she.

  • "Well....I mean....you never know what kind of guest you would bring to your home ya know." 

     

    It wasn't odd but he took steps just in case something of that nature happened to him which it has happened a couple of times but not often. Though it was kinda a good thing that he had female clothing in his home, not that he would bring any woman home like most men would but when he did, he would have a change of clothing for them to put on for the time being until he washed their clothes or something. He went into his bedroom, turning on the night, anyone could tell that he doesn't sleep in his bed due to the fact that it was neatly made up and everything, hell this was his first time in only 4 months that he been in his home other then to come and feed his cat and leave right back out the door again. As he searched around in the room for clothes, she was in the front with his cat who was very curious but his owner's new friend that he brought home with him. Getting a good whiff of the woman's scent, he started to purr and rubbed himself against her leg, it was rare for Taz to like anyone Kujo brought through the door...so I suppose that could be a A+ in that department.

     

    "Oh, his name is Taz; found him as a stray on the street one day while coming home one night from a shipment. I guess his previous didn't want anything to do with him so I brought him on home with me."

     

    Kujo had managed to find her some spare clothes to put on, he went and grabbed her a wash cloth and towel from the hall closet for whenever she decided to take her a shower for the night. He had a long day today and he still had another long day come tomorrow when he wakes up in the morning, its no wonder why the man hardly ever sleeps at night really, though it doesn't seem to hender his proformance either. "Uhh, if you want there's plenty of food in the fridge if you wanna make something right quick." 

  • Kujo looked up when he heard the thunder in the far distance with the clouds rolling in, it would be raining soon it seems but then again this weather tends to be a bit bipolar when it wants to be at times. His place wasn't far from where they were now; it felt the first few droplets of rain upon his skin until it slowly but surely started to get a bit heavier and heavier. They begin to quicken their pace as the rain started to come down upon them, the sounds of the rain hitting against rooftops and pavement...it was soothing sound but at the same time, they didn't need to get sick or anything like that. He spared her a glance from out the corner of his eye, removing his jacket from his arms, he handed it to her at least she wouldn't get wet from the rain or anything like that though him on the other hand he didn't mind the rain it seems, he's been caught in the rain countless times and this was no different.

     

    "Its not much farther, we're pretty close by my place now anyway." 

     

    Not long after he said that, they were turning a corner, his apartment was surrounded by other buildings on the corner, making his way towards it as he walked up the steps, pulling out his key and unlocking the door. He turned the knob and pushed it opened as he stood to the side to let her walk in first so that she could get out the rain. The moment the door had opened, a fairly medium sized cat came from out a room and walked towards the front door, meowing his head off as his green eyes looked up at his owner and the stranger woman that he had brought into his home. Once inside, Kujo closed the door and locked it behind him, placing the keys down on a small table by the door as he turned on the lights in his place, they were greeted by his cat Taz, a sevral cat, though the cat was curious about the woman as he had venture near her, getting in a good whiff or two of the woman's scent.

     

    "Make yourself at home, I'll get you some dry clothes for you to change into."

  • Step one was to neutralize. To the man’s content, the blade in her hand halted its path just as soon as he managed his grasp. What hadn’t stopped was the pounding in the woman’s chest, whether it be her lungs attempting to catch up or her heart pounding to make it all possible. He would have forced a breath of relief if it mattered, but those nuances were left behind for the occasion. Not in the dead of night with blood wafting in the air—she was lucky he had already hunted, as is. His eyes were still trained on hers as she deciphered. When they grew seemingly bored of that, he glanced over her shoulder. 

    They flickered back when her wrist began to pull again, reading to try and escape if it wasn’t for the way his hands clamped down just a little bit tighter. It wasn’t enough to bruise but it was enough to consider it. His eyes narrowed to a squint for a moment as if she was in the wrong for it…

    ...but just what was she in the wrong for? He didn’t need to overthink what the African woman was doing at a dead sprint through the trees in the late hours of the night. He knew London well enough for what dealings went on within their walls pertaining to the slave-trading operations. The ships never stopped coming whether they carried cargo mundane or far more sinister. He had seen none dressed like this. One more precarious sweep over her attire followed the gold patterns of the dress and ended back at the blade itself. So many questions Dominic, so little time. The clock was ticking on them both.

    Over her shoulder once more, he heard the drumming of footsteps coming closer and closer. Think, Dominic.  The men’s lips were heard more clearly for the first time, shouting in harsh tones and whispering hints of just what she might have done. At the first flash of a torchlight too close for his comfort, he returned his gaze to her. There was a change in demeanor, then. The fire in those curious eyes of hers was dwindling. Clearing his throat, Dominic leaned just a tad closer only to whisper urgently.

    "Head due East, where their numbers are thin. My dear, there is a stream. The water is low; follow the ravine to where the shorelines succeed beneath the short. You may find hiding there." The glint in his eye said trust me, the look on his face, however, was grave. "You will not be followed.” Dominic’s hands loosened abruptly and he stepped back. “Run, go!"

  •     There was no use, it were as though Vaughn had virtually disappeated, as she'd turn the same corner he had, he was gone. Meanwhile Lucille had run after her, yelling her name, worried for her, knowing that her jumping into the gray was dangerous, but hiding didn't seem all the best option either, still Lucille followed close behind watching as the woman worked her powers, so she did what she could only do with what bit of magic she held, which wasn't much given their was some kind of trembled to her power.. what was causing that? Why all of a sudden? 

    She's nearly taken down by a bullet when Levi most with his vampiric speed and defected the bullet with a quick slice of the air, the bullet fell in halves upon the floor. 

    Levi looked to Lucille. " Where is she?" He looked where Dolai had gotten too far ahead for them to see. " Where is Vaughn?" He asked next.

    A roar of rage cut through the halls, echoing into every part of the library. 

    Levi and Lucille looked at each other again. " Shit.." the vampire muttered.

    The rest of the gang come to meet up and now the misfits were left to fend off these bastards. They worked together as well as they do, a team built for the fight. 

     

    Wherever Dolai had gone she'd find herself facing more of these enemies, but after she took them on, further down into the darkness of a corridor there's a cry of pain followed by a sudden silence..

  • There were more and more pulses popping up on his radar as the chase ensued… that’s what it seemed to be, an odd time of night for it to be intentional. Curiosity killed the cat, but standing around for too long could do so just as quickly, as Dominic painfully knew from his past life. He took a few slow strides forward as he made his decision, visualizing the groups as the parted off… but for what? He’d been walking subconsciously, dangerously, following the hint of a scent that interested his senses the most out of the active lot within the trees.

    And there she was. Striding forward with a resolve that said to either move or be moved. The scent of blood clung to the woman like a cloak...

    The man moved quickly, going from a walking approach to closing the short span between the two in a fragment of a second. It was likely to leave anyone jarred by the time they made sense of it. Being in the dark, alongside the woman’s exhaustion, he made a reach for both of her wrists and took a firm hold on both, before she might try and take his head off with the blade. He held his ground afterwards and stared her down speculatively. “Be still,” The man murmured urgently, English by his tone of voice alone. Merlot eyes stared toward her amber hues with expectation, expression smoothed despite the ordeal occurring in the woods around him that night. Surprised? Absolutely. Maybe not startled.

    His grasp was cold, but in the dead of night, everything around them was chilled aside from the burning from her lungs by the rate they were moving. Maybe the man himself by the looks of it; he was dressed light with no more than trousers, boots, and a buttoned white blouse that had been triumphantly free of blood before the run-in. Now he’d caught a few flecks already from being close to the woman, more on his sleeves from the hold on her wrists. His hair was longer than his future self would allow, a mess of blond waves able to cover his eyes if he let it. Deathly pale; one might wonder how long he had been out there. He was staring next at the blade she had manifested; it wasn’t anything that could be picked up by the streets of London nor anything else he had seen. His eyes shot over her shoulder then; they were getting closer. So much to process, and he only had so much practice on how to handle it all.

  • Siger glanced out one of the four large windows that hung on the walls; all but one offering views of the wooded area around the manor. The last window, located on an angled wall right next to the large crystal doors they’d just entered in faced the sea.

    A door sat closed at the opposite end of the room, leading to the rest of the manor deeper in the belly of the mountain.

    “No. I don’t have much time for reading these days..” True, every day was about the pack. And every day was something new. It was a little more work than he expected, looking after a bunch of kids but a few years younger than he was now. Forced him to grow up quick, putting his own needs aside for the sake of the others.

    There was one or two books that he read, but he kept that to himself. Wasn’t worth mentioning a journal kept by the other Alpha, or delving into the biology of his kin. With that in mind, he leaned against the edge of a table built into one of the cabinets, picking up a loose sheet of paper.  A crude drawing of the nordic Ansuz rune sat upon it. “It seems like everyone else spends more time in here than I do, honestly.” He mumbled, under his breath, though no so Dolai wouldn’t be able to hear him. Noticing that familiar look on her face, he wondered if she was even paying attention to hear him -- he could see her gaze wander, but her mind was far, far away... such a curious creature..

    Crumpling up the paper, he tossed it to the floor, watching it bounce under one of the bookshelves. Honestly, he was finding those things all over the manor.

    “Yeah, it is. But it’s not like we can just up and move into the city somewhere, it’s too dangerous for everyone involved. Off our land, there are hunters that want to eradicate us ‘In the eyes of God’ and even other wolves that only want to war with us over land, game, or what they call an ‘impurity’ in our race..” Siger had often claimed that other wolves feared the Waterfronts. And he wasn’t wrong. But it wasn’t something he found pride in -- despite the face he wore around the others, which proclaimed just the opposite. However, he believed that is what they need in an Alpha-- unconditional and unwavering strength. “Maybe they’re not wrong about that last bit.  Fuck 'em."

    Sea-green eyes swept the confines of the room, then landed on the ancient sitting before him, older than even the walls around them. Perhaps even many of the trees that wrapped the manor in a verdant embrace. The thought was too much -- almost mind bending to imagine -- yet, extremely likely, he told himself.

    “There are 14 of us including myself. Fifteen, if I count Aiden. But he’d probably rather I didn’t,” He mumbles under his breath; “..the mangy bastard..” He looked at her, blinked dumbly, then he shrugged his shoulders, seeming caught off guard by her question.  Or rather, like he didn't know the answer.

    “Our last leader forced us to steal from the hu-- from.. the people in the city. Food, clothes, drugs. You name it. Wasn’t big on sharing, though. He hoarded everything for his own -- gorged himself fat while we barely were sustained by the scraps he gave us.” Unbeknownst to himself, Siger was growling.

    “I barely remember it. I was mad with hunger, desperate for a fight. He was there.. And I hurt him, bad. The next day, he was gone. Which.. left me in charge.” It wasn’t the most glorious of tales, but it was Siger’s, and he found glory enough in it to satisfy his pride. It had been the right thing to do, after all.. even if he has to keep telling himself that.

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