Fugitive from justice.....

[cgraven]

Helen, taken from the battlement carried by gentle loving hands to her chamber., wounds attended to, washed and dressed in a clean bed shirt she rest. Again for days I pace as she heals and gaining strength the time for truth is near, I welcome it and fear it both. My shaggy gray head resting on Helen’s lap

She stirs the moment of truth has arrived.

 

[Merelan]

From a drewam I emerge. A dream I dred to leave. For in it, I am loved, am strong, am claimed.

In reality I awaken, my hands softly stroking the fur of the robe spread over me. My eyes respond slowly. It is no robe.
My wolf. His head in my lap. I cry out, startling him. Touching his face, his nose. Cuddling is head closer to me. Wanting him to know how I love him. Strange and wier as it seems. I am his forever. Will he understand?

 

[cgraven]

The moment is hear, Helen stirs her eyes fluttering open. She cuddles me close to her breasts me, I see what is in her heart and soul, but will she understand, will she accept the reality of me.


A silver glow encompasses my form it shimmers and shift twisting lengthening changing. My golden eyes hold Helen transfixed. Till the transmutation is complete.

The wolf is no longer in Helens lap crushed to her breasts. No it is Roderick.

I await Helen’s reaction/

 

[Merelan]

He shifts, shimmers. The wolf gone, and instead Rodeick. Startled, still, motionless. His eyes begging me to understand, accept.

Yes. It all makes sense now. My arms enfold him, pulling him closer. My love, my life. Now there is no conflict, for I can have them both.

For they are one,

we are one.

 

[cgraven]

Lay there neck to Helen. There is acceptance in her eyes and I am at peace. At peace for the first time in a long time.

Then racked by a cough the blood frothy on my lips. The grimace of pain. The warm moistness oozing through the bandage about my chest. The color draining from my face, breathing now ragged. A gurgling sound with each breath.

“I think I shall rest now Me Love for I am suddenly very tired.”

My eyes flutter closed.

 

[Merelan]

"Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!" My scream tears from me. I pull him close and hold him, praying to whoever listens.

"No, you can't. No. No. Please." Not letting his servants take him from my arms. Not hearing them as they phscally restrain me, binding me to a chair as they move him to the bed, quickly stripping him down. Doing what they can.
I scream and scream, and they gag me. My eyes wild as I stare hard at him, willing him not to leave me, or madness will surely follow.

 

[cgraven]

The wound is deep the lung pierced, the heart just missed. I lay there in a feverous state half wolf half man. The body of man the head of the gray timber wolf, hands clawed, body covered in soft gray fur. Now in this time of stress I Roderick appear in my true state. Neither the wolf of the deep woods nor the hunts man, but the creature of both worlds he that guards this kingdom from man, and from the faye.


In the half light between life and death I call to her My Lady Helen Call her to my side .

 

[Merelan]

They unbind me quickly and in a flash I am at his side, holding his hand, suddenly afraid to touch him, cling to him.
My sobs from my very soul. The soul he recovered.

"My love. Don't leave me. Please. Please." Then a whisper. "please." covering his hand with kisses, tears.

 

[cgraven]

In the half light between the world of the living and that world unknown the world to which my ancestors have gone. There is a beckoning call , so sweet so compelling urging me to take that last final step through the vaile to the unknown to join the generations of the guardians that have proceeded me. Their call so hard to resist at this moment and yet the vision of Helen makes me hesitate.

The softness of spring rain on my fur, the warmth of the summer sun on my hand the kiss of the wind all familiar yet some how different. I turn from those voices calling me on ward to a simple plea, a choked lonely voice calling from the past.

"My love. Don't leave me. Please. Please." The soft whispered prayer. "please."

My golden eyes flutter open, a feeble smile creases my face. The effort causing beads of sweat to break out on my brow.

‘Yes my love it is too soon to die……I shall heed your command.”

 

[Merelan]

I burst into tears again and lay upon his chest, till harsh hands pull me from him. A shout and cheer echoes through the fortrress as the word spreads of his speaking. I will not let them take me from him again though. Curling into the corner, my eyes glued to his face. watching for any sign of need. My hand clinging to his so tightly it hurts, but will not loose my grip. My heart singing, my body aching, my mind searching for whispers of his as he slips into slumber. His eyes flutter, open, so serene, so calm.

"My beloved, my beloved, forever." I whisper over and over.

Shaking my head and fiercly whispering. "You cannot have him yet he is mine. Mine."

 

[cgraven]

The shadows that surround me press in . The Guardians of the past beckons me to a peaceful more genteel existence. Yet a fierce cry, with and iron bound will also calls to me.

"My beloved, my beloved, forever." There is a compelling strength in that whispered call as there is hidden strength in a gentle spring breeze.

"You cannot have him yet he is mine. Mine." The hard metallic taste of iron in her fiercely whispered challenge.

I titter pulled to go on, pulled to return to Helen. I now fight a fierce battle with the dark shadows that press in upon me. The Guardians watch and call to me.. Helen calls me back. I toss and turn caught in limbo between life and death.

 

[Merelan]

I see his struggle, for his face flushes, his chest rises. He tossed and turns, his men holding him down.

It is all I can do, but will him back.

No, it is not. Remembering the blood.

"A knife." And slip one from his man's waist. He tries to grab it back. I slit my hand, and then my beloveds. Quickly clasping them together.

"Mine, see. he is my blood, my life. We are bound now, and you cannot have him. not now. Not now!" My voice rising shrill as I fight away the shadows around us. Then taking his man's hand, held out to me. I slice, mingling his blood with Roderick's also, and mine.

"And another bind to him. In a triad bound you cannot break. My beloved's soul you will...Not Take!" Words streaming from me, nothing I understand or think aout. Just knowing from somewhere inside, or somewhen, I pull them, and him to me.

Taking his face in my hands, smearing his cheeks with blood, I force him to look in my eyes.

"It is your choice now. Not their's, not mine, not Vilhelm's. You choose now. To them, and peace. Or here with us, to rebuild this world you fought so hard to save." Hoping he understood, I was no longer alone. With Vilhelm's blood in me, I was his also. To protect and care for. So he would not need stay just for me. But my heart pleaded, begged.

 

[cgraven]

Fire shoots through me , fills me penetrates ever fiber of my being the dark shadows shriek in horror, as beasts denied at the moment of the kill, of their triumph. They slink away from the fire that fill me and radiates from my eyes. They cower in the presence of this light.

The guardians only smile and return from the pure white light from which they came.. Somehow they seem pleased. A purpose fulfilled..

My breathing steady’s, eyes flicker open.

“Helen my love I heard you calling.”

My eyes close and sweet, healing rest comes to me.

 

[Merelan]

Helene my love, I heard you calling. Then falling back, he slept. We watched and normal color filled him again.
I sat clutching his hand still, tears blinding me. Feeling Vilhelm pick me up and lay me down next to him, I wound my arm over him, to cover him. Then with a kiss on my cheek, which startled me a bit. We were left alone.

He and i. My beloved, my soul, my mate.

 

[cgraven]

And yet with all the love about me I am snached into the dark abyess. and breath my last in peace.

 

[Merelan]

OOC NOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Helene, wakens to find herself alone once more. No longer in the arms of a man she has only just met, but one who has changed her life, and the worlds destiny forever.
It is a shell that lays there. His soul gone on, at peace once more. No more tears can fall, for she is left with a steely resolve, and the strength to carry on with his duties.
To guard this world from the evil that would destroy it's beauty. Vilhelm helping her, guiding her.
Eventually they wed, and their children carry on the guardianship. Never all human. For once in a generation there is one who changes, who wanders off in their teens and becomes one with the nature. To better stand guard.

Helene now lies between her lover, her Roderick, and her Vilhelm. For now they walk the peaceful heavens together. No more fighting, no more anguish.
Helene is no longer a whore, she is a Lady. Once and now, and forever.

 

[cgraven]

No Longer a fugitive from Justice Helen was, is, and always will be “The Lady Helen" of the Land of the Mists. Cheristed, and loved, as gentle Lady, loving wife, and mother.