Post by poppymartin on Jul 7, 2012 13:55:13 GMT -7
The dance of thousands of iridescent and unique flakes of snow, a drop of rain slipping through the air and onto waxy green leaves. A new born baby crying or the slowing beat of a dying grandmother. The point is, is that this is all beautiful processes of life, normal life. And a normal life was all that young Anberlin Steele wanted, but wouldn’t get. Long before her father’s father was and her mother’s mother was born, the first two wolves were created. Not just any wolves, but two large, never before seen, werewolves.
They were brothers and their ‘mother’ –creator- was the last Sorceress who cursed the bickering twins and their families to never be fully human. Now, fast forward a seemingly endless amount of generations and you have a mammoth quantity of what are called ‘bevies’. A Bevy is an “uncoordinated” group of werewolves without a hierarchy, but a family is a group of werewolves with a hierarchy. There are many Bevies, but there are only twelve remaining families.
The two original werewolves died centuries ago, but their family lineage-the Steele and White lines- still exists and currently a family feud is raging, and they’d do anything to destroy one another. They would go and steal a female, or kill day old babies or pups-depending on what form the mother was in during birth-. For this moment though things were calm, they were sort of on a hiatus.
**
Anberlin opened her eyes to golden rays of sun dancing through the slits in the black silk curtains draped around the windows. Her bright blue orbs groggy with sleep, and her brown layered hair falling out of its messy braid. Her bed was next to the wall and her duvet was a bright, perfect white and flopped to the side as she crawled out her luxurious bed. Her neon pink painted toes touched the cool tile and she hopped onto her red loose sewn carpet, with goose bumps running up her body.
Anberlin blinked once, twice, three times and rubbed her blue eyes with anger. They were red and puffy, swollen from crying her night away. Shifting her weight, she slipped on a pair of slippers, sinking her stone-cold toes into the fuzzy faux fur. Her hair was a mess and she ripped the hair band out with extreme force. So much had happened in the past week that her head pounded even harder.
~~
“Anberlin, your father is asking for you...” Heidi called cautiously from the doorway to the library. Her tone sounded apprehensive and she peered up from the curtain of dark bangs and raised a neatly shaped brow. A quick shuffling of Heidi’s stubby pudgy feet signaled her exit and Anberlin heaved herself off the couch.
Slinking through the halls, people would smile and nod with respect and Anberlin would nod back politely, all the while her stomach tightening with anger. She hated the attention she received. Her sister Halaway though, craved it. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of her father’s dimly lit study.
“You wanted to see me?” Anberlin asked tentatively, calculating her father’s body language, attempting to judge where this shady conversation may lead to.
“Yes.” He rasped, bending his arms and adjusting himself in the chair. “We need to discuss your… Future.” And there it is. Anberlin threw her hands up into the air and stomped her way over to the old worn leather chair residing in front of Edward’s, her father, wooden desk.
“Stop, I told you already dad! I’m not marrying some guy whom I don’t even know!” She nearly yelled with frustration. With a click of his tongue and a shake of his head he silenced Anberlin.
“You know him.” Edward ended the conversation, knowing that was all he needed to say. Standing up and nodding curtly, Anberlin rushed out of the room and made her way through the extensively large house and slammed her door.
~~
A quick rap on the door broke Anberlin out of her thoughts and her sister busted through the room glowing.
Looking in the mirror, she thought of crying yet again. Today, at the exact age of 17, she would become married to the sleeziest beta ,in what seemed to her, all of the families. Jarrod wasn’t ugly by any means, he just got what he wanted. When he didn’t, well then he was a sly mother fucker, manipulating, taking advantage, anything to get what he desired. That’s what made him beta.
Now remember that in families they don’t necessarily need to be blood related, and more often than not, only a handful or so are natural born werewolves the rest are just turned by a simple scratch or human and werewolf relationships.
“Good morning!” Halaway smiled bubbly as always, and her fluorescent green eyes sparkling. “Today’s the day… My big sister is getting married!” She practically jumped with excitement.
“Oh yeah… the wedding.” Anberlin scoffed slightly, looking back at herself in the mirror. Halaway was only a year younger than Anberlin but they looked like they could be twins themselves. Halaway gave her a sympathetic look and hugged her.
“It’s for the family...” Halaway sighed and kissed her on the cheek. Anberlin looked as if her head would explode and she wanted to curse to the world, just scream what she really was.
“The family this, the family that. What about me, Halaway? What about me?” She asked, exasperated. Anberlin paused and continued, “Do I not matter? I mean, don’t get me wrong the family is important and all, but I don’t want to marry Jarrod. You know his track record.” She growled, her eyes flashing quickly to an ice blue and returning to her deep oceanic coloring after a moment of relaxing.
“Annie, listen, please.” Halaway begged, but didn’t wait for Anberlin to acknowledge that she heard her. “I know you don’t want to, but you have to. Rules are rules.” And without waiting for a response, Halaway whisked through the door and in an instant she returned with the bridal party, obviously not caring to listen to her sister any longer.
Hours later, Anberlin’s hair was in elaborate spirals and twists and braids and her dress was fitted sleek and a little bit of lace. She startled when a cold, deep, husky voice whispered behind her saying, “You look perfect.”
“Dad... I didn’t hear you come in.” Anberlin said, her voice shaking. The tall wrinkly man was more intimidating than you’d think. His salt and peppered hair was slicked back, and his suit freshly pressed, he stood tall but his eyes sunk with stress.
“You never pay attention to your surroundings, Anberlin Leese.” He judged, his fingers locked behind his back and looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling as if something actually was interesting.
“Never, Dad.” She replied shortly.
“T-minus fifteen minutes, take your girly moment and get ready.” He growled, sternly and walked out of the room. A last minute thought went through her mind and she couldn’t stand the thought of being tied to a man who she barely knew. Being on one of the lowest levels-besides the basement- she propped open her window, dress and all. She slipped through wincing at the tearing of her delicate, and beautiful fitted dress.
Her toes curled as a reaction to touching the cool grass after she fell from the short distance. Anberlin heard a howl and her heart raced faster, her legs propelled her forward and towards the thick dark woods. By the time she made it to the woods, her hair was messy and not at all pretty anymore and littered by falling leaves. Her dress was torn and tattered, and she was out of breath. She wondered how frantic the whole manor would be when they found out that she had runaway. Surly no one would ever forgive her.
Her feet worked quickly in an effort to maneuver her way away from the possibilities of a search party. She could smell the markers of the next territory and in an effort to stop herself, she stumbled over a slippery snake-like root slinking its way along the dew coated moon lit grass. Her ankle twisted violently and she muffled a cry of agony. Hearing something in the distance she pulled herself into the shadows, her body being racked with frightened shivers. Her luck just seemed to be slowly running out.
They were brothers and their ‘mother’ –creator- was the last Sorceress who cursed the bickering twins and their families to never be fully human. Now, fast forward a seemingly endless amount of generations and you have a mammoth quantity of what are called ‘bevies’. A Bevy is an “uncoordinated” group of werewolves without a hierarchy, but a family is a group of werewolves with a hierarchy. There are many Bevies, but there are only twelve remaining families.
The two original werewolves died centuries ago, but their family lineage-the Steele and White lines- still exists and currently a family feud is raging, and they’d do anything to destroy one another. They would go and steal a female, or kill day old babies or pups-depending on what form the mother was in during birth-. For this moment though things were calm, they were sort of on a hiatus.
**
Anberlin opened her eyes to golden rays of sun dancing through the slits in the black silk curtains draped around the windows. Her bright blue orbs groggy with sleep, and her brown layered hair falling out of its messy braid. Her bed was next to the wall and her duvet was a bright, perfect white and flopped to the side as she crawled out her luxurious bed. Her neon pink painted toes touched the cool tile and she hopped onto her red loose sewn carpet, with goose bumps running up her body.
Anberlin blinked once, twice, three times and rubbed her blue eyes with anger. They were red and puffy, swollen from crying her night away. Shifting her weight, she slipped on a pair of slippers, sinking her stone-cold toes into the fuzzy faux fur. Her hair was a mess and she ripped the hair band out with extreme force. So much had happened in the past week that her head pounded even harder.
~~
“Anberlin, your father is asking for you...” Heidi called cautiously from the doorway to the library. Her tone sounded apprehensive and she peered up from the curtain of dark bangs and raised a neatly shaped brow. A quick shuffling of Heidi’s stubby pudgy feet signaled her exit and Anberlin heaved herself off the couch.
Slinking through the halls, people would smile and nod with respect and Anberlin would nod back politely, all the while her stomach tightening with anger. She hated the attention she received. Her sister Halaway though, craved it. Before she knew it, she was standing in front of her father’s dimly lit study.
“You wanted to see me?” Anberlin asked tentatively, calculating her father’s body language, attempting to judge where this shady conversation may lead to.
“Yes.” He rasped, bending his arms and adjusting himself in the chair. “We need to discuss your… Future.” And there it is. Anberlin threw her hands up into the air and stomped her way over to the old worn leather chair residing in front of Edward’s, her father, wooden desk.
“Stop, I told you already dad! I’m not marrying some guy whom I don’t even know!” She nearly yelled with frustration. With a click of his tongue and a shake of his head he silenced Anberlin.
“You know him.” Edward ended the conversation, knowing that was all he needed to say. Standing up and nodding curtly, Anberlin rushed out of the room and made her way through the extensively large house and slammed her door.
~~
A quick rap on the door broke Anberlin out of her thoughts and her sister busted through the room glowing.
Looking in the mirror, she thought of crying yet again. Today, at the exact age of 17, she would become married to the sleeziest beta ,in what seemed to her, all of the families. Jarrod wasn’t ugly by any means, he just got what he wanted. When he didn’t, well then he was a sly mother fucker, manipulating, taking advantage, anything to get what he desired. That’s what made him beta.
Now remember that in families they don’t necessarily need to be blood related, and more often than not, only a handful or so are natural born werewolves the rest are just turned by a simple scratch or human and werewolf relationships.
“Good morning!” Halaway smiled bubbly as always, and her fluorescent green eyes sparkling. “Today’s the day… My big sister is getting married!” She practically jumped with excitement.
“Oh yeah… the wedding.” Anberlin scoffed slightly, looking back at herself in the mirror. Halaway was only a year younger than Anberlin but they looked like they could be twins themselves. Halaway gave her a sympathetic look and hugged her.
“It’s for the family...” Halaway sighed and kissed her on the cheek. Anberlin looked as if her head would explode and she wanted to curse to the world, just scream what she really was.
“The family this, the family that. What about me, Halaway? What about me?” She asked, exasperated. Anberlin paused and continued, “Do I not matter? I mean, don’t get me wrong the family is important and all, but I don’t want to marry Jarrod. You know his track record.” She growled, her eyes flashing quickly to an ice blue and returning to her deep oceanic coloring after a moment of relaxing.
“Annie, listen, please.” Halaway begged, but didn’t wait for Anberlin to acknowledge that she heard her. “I know you don’t want to, but you have to. Rules are rules.” And without waiting for a response, Halaway whisked through the door and in an instant she returned with the bridal party, obviously not caring to listen to her sister any longer.
Hours later, Anberlin’s hair was in elaborate spirals and twists and braids and her dress was fitted sleek and a little bit of lace. She startled when a cold, deep, husky voice whispered behind her saying, “You look perfect.”
“Dad... I didn’t hear you come in.” Anberlin said, her voice shaking. The tall wrinkly man was more intimidating than you’d think. His salt and peppered hair was slicked back, and his suit freshly pressed, he stood tall but his eyes sunk with stress.
“You never pay attention to your surroundings, Anberlin Leese.” He judged, his fingers locked behind his back and looking thoughtfully up at the ceiling as if something actually was interesting.
“Never, Dad.” She replied shortly.
“T-minus fifteen minutes, take your girly moment and get ready.” He growled, sternly and walked out of the room. A last minute thought went through her mind and she couldn’t stand the thought of being tied to a man who she barely knew. Being on one of the lowest levels-besides the basement- she propped open her window, dress and all. She slipped through wincing at the tearing of her delicate, and beautiful fitted dress.
Her toes curled as a reaction to touching the cool grass after she fell from the short distance. Anberlin heard a howl and her heart raced faster, her legs propelled her forward and towards the thick dark woods. By the time she made it to the woods, her hair was messy and not at all pretty anymore and littered by falling leaves. Her dress was torn and tattered, and she was out of breath. She wondered how frantic the whole manor would be when they found out that she had runaway. Surly no one would ever forgive her.
Her feet worked quickly in an effort to maneuver her way away from the possibilities of a search party. She could smell the markers of the next territory and in an effort to stop herself, she stumbled over a slippery snake-like root slinking its way along the dew coated moon lit grass. Her ankle twisted violently and she muffled a cry of agony. Hearing something in the distance she pulled herself into the shadows, her body being racked with frightened shivers. Her luck just seemed to be slowly running out.