He was a mosaic, composed of broken pieces.
She was an unfinished art project.
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The moon goddess ends the lives of Lycans she sees as a threat to the Lycan community. Instead of being ripped apart by her hounds, she gives a warrior the cha...
He wears the smell of blood and death, Like perfume. ~Unknown
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"They kissed. I think things are going well."
"She is scared of him and he is still going out and killing people!
"Yes and he kissed her without consent!"
"He was sleep kissing! Leave me be!" Makaria shot back at the cluster of women surrounding her and her task at hand. She had rested only a short time last night, her two projects by the name of Warren and Pomelia keeping her up.
Pomelia's emotions were strong last night. The young novice was petrified of being in such a new place with no guidance from her lug of a mate. Warren was walking on eggshells attempting to make his mate comfortable but Pomelia still wasn't.
She worried all night and eventually ended up outside, her prayers and fears being spoken out into the wind and carried up to the goddess. Makaria felt for the mortal and did something that was neither wrong or right.
A quick ball of light in the shape of a wolf she made appear in the trees that Pomelia was facing. That was her little slice of assurance that everything was going to be okay. Of course, Makaria had no idea if Pomelia and Warren would pan out to be a successful couple and if they failed, only Apollo would be able to help her. She would surely be out of the job and resort to praying upon the goddess's twin for mercy.
One thing that Makaria and the other attendants of the eternal virgin were, were expendable. She didn't want to be expendable for a mistake with a mortal pairing. Nothing beat betraying the goddess by having sexual relations. Having relations with a women was awful, but a man...unforgivable. Makaria knew she would be in between awful and unforgivable if she did not succeed in this.
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War leant his weight on the warm brick wall, outside of the filthy, run down, unkempt human motel. The trip up to their location was quiet. Trent refused to come out of his room, even on Alpha's orders. Then when when he did emerge from his room he stunk of liquor and weed and maybe a few other substances War vaguely knew about.
