'He warps human minds and feed twisted feelings.' - Bloodsongs*(Art)Art sat in the silence for a second before he pulled himself out of the daze he was in.He felt as though someone had pounded on him over and over again. Just a protective spell, and he was already drained from it.The wolf was so massive just a normal protective spell didn't work. He had to do a lot and it took a lot out of him. He had always thought of himself as kinda powerful. He was powerful when compared to humans, but this beast, this evil that could warp itself into different creatures, Art was no match against it, was he?!In the nightmares, his magick never worked, not at all, not even a little spark, and now, in reality, suddenly now, after the meeting with this wolf, his magick seemed to have gone wonky.He didn't know what to think of that. Now, he was a little bit glad that he had magick. He sighed as he relaxed his body and focused on the broken glass of the car. He closed his eyes as he whispered

The snake, the wolf, the shadow, he takes shapes from the darkness.' - Bloodsongs. ~ (Aurora) "Are you doing magick right now?" She gave him a look as she stared at the soft glow of golden light flickering in his finger. It was beautiful and she had never seen such a beautiful thing in her life. He shook his head in denial. Aurora smiled at him, and he looked like he was panicking. His eyes were wide as he pushed his hands down, but the glow never stopped. Her smile turned into a soft look of wonder as she watched the curtains open. Cool air rushed in and her hair started to defy gravity and floated around her as if she was floating in space. The warm tingle of the golden light swirled around her and she shuddered. She tried to pull her hair down, but it was useless. Her eyes widened and she gasped as she felt the tingle in her skin when the golden spark teased her throat, tickling. It was electric. Her skin heated and Art looked red as his wide eyes found hers. She felt th

'When darkness cloaks the blood of evil, and when nightmares brood for souls, he rides the shadows, hunting for a new game.' – Bloodsongs.~~(Aurora) Aurora nervously walked towards Art's house, hoping yesterday's misadventure wouldn't put a dampen to her mood. She didn't want it to. They had to spend their lives next to each other and she didn't want to be fighting with him. She was excited to go the vineyard and she didn't want to keep worrying about the previous night or keep thinking about it. She couldn't afford to. She wanted to have a day of fun, without anything to worry about and that was what she was going to do. She was going to forget what had happened the previous night and act like everything was fine. She knew it was not a healthy way to deal with it, but whatever. It was the only way she wanted to deal with right now. She walked inside his house, calling out his name, and searched for him, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Janessa, where is your son?" She asked

There in the darkness his realm, full of pain and agony, full of screams and sorrows. - Bloodsongs.~(Aurora)Aurora watched Art as he dipped his head inside bubbling water, watched as water closed in on him and waited with her thrashing heart -- it was going to stop if it thrashed any faster, any quicker-- for him to come back out.He pulled his head out after what felt like eons, but really just minutes, hair wet and soaked, water dripping down his eyes to his long lashes and then the droplets teased his succulent lips - the lips that she dreamed of, that she craved. He was beautiful, magnificent and the bare, lean torso swathed in sunlight, slick with running droplets of water and that was Rory's ruination. Damn.To her shame, she wanted him, more, more than just a kiss, more than just a magical touch. She wanted him as she had him in her dreams. The need was quick, a streak of lightning, draping around her flesh, bones and blood. She shivered. It was like an inferno and the shame

'Worship, he, the dark. He, the disciple of the serpent of old, wields black magic - his grimy sword -against everything white.' - Bloodsongs.~(Art)The next morning, in a totally unusual way for him, Art woke up feeling languid, relaxed and happy.He was very happy for the first time in his life. His magic sparked alive, just like his mood as he whistled a tune under his breath. He pulled his blanket off and got down from his bed.The smile in his lips was big and stupid, but he didn't mind it. He could still taste Aurora's soft lips in his and the tingle was instantaneous. It was mortifying that she affected him so much, but he loved it, too.The dream was - wow, something else. For so long, when he slept and when he dreamed, it was only nightmares. Bad, heart wrenching scenes and death and evil. But today, okay, it was a little more than a dream. It was hot, sensual and x-rated, but whatever, he wasn't looking the gift-dream in the teeth.He remembered the dream with a smile. It