Our first introduction to the Warrior Goddess and creator of the mutolupus species. What do we think?
I’m standing on the cliff the Kartheca resides on, looking down into the dark blue depths of the ocean as the waves crash against the cliffside. The moon is full and high in the sky casting its reflection into the open waters. It’s all so beautiful… but this isn’t right. I shouldn’t be able to see any of this. I shouldn’t know what this looks like. Something is wrong. “Yildiz.” I hear the call of a voice that normally would set every nerve in my body on edge in a pleasurable way, but this time I don’t feel anything. I turn and my eyes widen in shock, “Osiah?” I can see him! How is this possible? He’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen… scope is extremely limited mind you. He’s 7’4” just as I thought and has the most intense azure blue hair. It’s motionless in the breeze and has a silver sheen from the light of the moon. His Asian features are accentuated by his incredibly defined jaw framed by a thin goatee, and he’s staring at me with intense blood-red eyes full of a hunger tha
Instantly I’m met with a crisp breeze and the scent of the Oregon forest and many, many mutolupus’. I can hear the hustle and bustle of their movement all around me, but most of it is coming from in front of me. I’m certain I’m in front of the packhouse given the level of noise I can hear inside. I follow the sound of chatter and click my tongue to assess my surroundings and carefully walk up the front steps remembering how many there are from previous visits. I feel along the side of the door frame until my fingers skim over the bell and I press it down hearing its tinkle echo inside the walls of the packhouse. Doesn’t take long for the door to open and a burgundy aura to fill my vision. I hear the owner of the aura gasp, “H-How can I help you?” the female voice asks me with a nervous stutter, no doubt knowing what I am from my features. “I was hoping for a word with Alpha Amelia,” I say with a warm smile. “Of course,” she nods respectfully, “She’s in the entertainment room with th
I’ve been pacing my living room back and forth so much I’m certain I’ve burned a trail through the floor. I’m fisting my hair trying not to scream as I resist the urge to visit my animai again. Okay, see, there’s the first bad sign I’ve gone too far. I’ve gotten into a habit of calling her MY animai more and more, and I shouldn’t because I swore to stay away. A promise I have failed spectacularly to keep. Every day the need and temptation gets stronger, and it has nothing to do with her blood. It’s her. Even helping newborn sanguidaes is no longer a distraction. They try to speak to me but I’m usually too busy staring off into space thinking of the small woman with the skin of glittering gold, eyes that burn like golden fire and curves that could make a man see heaven. I want her. I don’t want to want her, but I want her. Does she want me? No, no. I don’t want to know. Dangerous question. Even if she does, she shouldn’t because that would be bad, very bad. Maybe Morrtemis was right, I
I drop onto the bed with a flop as I feel Osiah’s body disappear. The wisps of his aura remain, but I know he’s gone. I took a chance. I practically threw myself at him, and he left. He just left me, like what we just did meant nothing. For the briefest moment, I thought I’d gotten through; that he wasn’t going to keep making decisions for me and would give us a chance. He kissed me. He touched me, and it was the most incredible feeling I’ve ever experienced and now… now I feel hollow. I feel rejected and humiliated to a degree that feels crippling. I curl up in my sheets and let the tears fall as pain spreads from my heart and through every nerve in my body. Devastated, angry, pained tears fall unabashed from my eyes as I curse the man destined to be my other half. Why can’t he just reject me and put me out of my misery? Maybe I should do us both a favour and reject him. I clutch my chest letting out an agonised sob at the very thought of rejecting him. I’ve never believed in rejecti
I race off as fast as my feet can go, down to the very depths of the Kartheca. My sisters join me, coming from all directions as all one hundred and one of us rush and hope that the most valued treasure we have been tasked to safeguard for thousands of years didn’t just get infiltrated on our watch. We all descend the stone stairs on mass, the auras of my sister’s lighting up my dark vision with a rainbow of colours. We make it to the very bowels of the Kartheca, deep beneath the earth and below the ocean. We enter a large cavern and spread out around the perimeter as we look upon the object that stands tall at the heart of the cavern. Standing at 20 feet tall is a monolithic crystal floating just a few feet off the ground. Inside the crystal is a kaleidoscope of moving colours the likes of which don’t exist anywhere on earth. The colours move and swirl around inside the crystal in a constant state of motion. This is the Orraikam, the single most powerful and valued object to ever ex
My sisters fall back into their conversations, but I can’t hear anything coming from Ceren. 'She’s bitching through the link,' comes Nuray’s voice in my mind. 'How do you know?' 'Aysel just linked me to say if Ceren keeps bitching to her, she’s going to punch her in the face,' says Nuray in amusement. That explains why Ceren is silent. I manage to keep a straight face and try not to laugh at the thought of Aysel punching Ceren. Maybe I can sort things out with Ceren while we’re on shift. A few short moments later Aulen and Arthwin enter the cavern. As soon as they make it past my sisters they drop to their knees and bow low to the ground in respect to the Orraikam. It may not be their maker physically, but it is her essence, and it is the magic inside it that allows them to exist. So we all stay quiet to give them a moment to honour their Goddess. When they are done they rise to their feet. “You let someone damage the Orraikam,” Aulen says with unveiled contempt. “Aulen,” Arthwin
“Would you stop pacing? It is incredibly annoying,” says Morrtemis, rolling her eyes as she sits lazily on my couch. Not sure how long I’ve been pacing back and forth but I don’t intend to stop. I pace when I’m agitated, something I seem to be very frequently these days. “She hates me. Surely she must hate me. I need to apologise; she has every right to hate me, but I don’t want her thinking she did anything wrong. What do I do?” I ask in desperation. “Grovel. Lots and lots of grovelling,” she states nonchalantly. “I’m being serious.” “So am I. You disappeared on the woman in the middle of sexy time, that’s not the same as just saying ‘I’m not in the mood’ which any decent person would understand. You got her all hot and bothered and then vanished without an explanation. So like I said, lots and lots of grovelling. Get down on your knees and beg for forgiveness and when you’re done grovelling, grovel some more and just keep going until she forgives you,” she says cheerfully. “Why
After two hours of waiting and listening to the sounds of the ocean waves crashing against the cliffs and the many conversations going on through the supposed soundproof walls, the door finally opens, and I hold my breath as Yildiz enters. How does she look more beautiful each time I see her? My eyes trail over her body of their own accord taking in every glittering piece of her. Her body is looking curvaceous and tempting in a grey workout bra with matching leggings and sneakers. I can smell her sweat embedded in the fabric, yet not a trace of sweat on her. Her thick, voluminous hair is up high in a ponytail and flowing all around her, but once I look upon her liquid gold eyes, all I see is exhaustion and my heart sinks. Did I do this to her? Morrtemis is right, I am a moron. “Get out,” she says, closing the door behind her. I blink back my surprise, “Yildiz, just let me explain. You have every right to be upset–” “I don’t need your permission to be upset with you,” she says looki