southern clanOn the way back, the Fox chatted incessantly. For the first time I saw her relaxed, carefree. I liked this Lisa. The troubles that fell on her head made her a wary, prickly, ready to defend herself impudent Chanterelle. And now next to me, forgetting about all the problems, sat a bewitchingly beautiful blue-eyed cheerful girl.- Have you ever seen the ocean? - her burning bright blue eyes were directed at me.- Nope.Chanterelle has been eliciting the details of my short life for half an hour now.“I see,” she drawled thoughtfully, “and I didn’t see it. But this is my dream! Someday I will definitely go to the ocean.- Without me - nowhere, - I feigned furrowed my brows.- Well, of course! You can grab Damian... And Toby! - Lisa hastily added, realizing that she now remembered about Damian in vain.- Well, if Damian is going, then Aina will have to take ...Lisa turned to me in surprise. Damn, it's Damian's secret.- And what about Damian and Aina?- Nothing…- Zark!- C
The dead man reveals his secret“Zark, are you going to talk to the elders again today?” - at breakfast Lisa seemed serious. She thought about something. Knowing the restless nature of my couple, I assumed that she was interested in participating in the meeting.- You can join.Perhaps she should know better what's going on. In the future, she herself will become the head of the clan.- Mmm... I was thinking about something else. Can we go with you to your father's grave?Unexpected turn. I raised an eyebrow questioningly.- I just want to give him back his oun. Like mom. After all, he should have been immediately buried with a pendant.- Yes you are right.I nodded slowly. Frankly, at first I myself did not know how it happened that the OUN was left without a master."Then we'll leave right after breakfast." To have time to return to the meeting with the elders.The fox nodded and began hastily tossing a muffin of coffee into herself. Impatient girl. I chuckled and shook my head.We
Alien ounI stared intently at the road whitish from the curtain of snow. Winter came into its own. Finally, through the veil of snow, the outline of a black van appeared. He was taking Kedano's coffin to the local morgue, next to which I parked my Audi. This time I will check everything myself. Lisa, despite all her persuasion, I left at home. There is no need for her to see the remains of her father. The sight is not for the faint of heart. From the van appeared the cemetery attendant and another yugari - his assistant.“No one should know about this case,” I frowned.“He is a reliable man,” the minister assured me.Another car drove up to the mortuary building. Elders. Their faces were equally gloomy and dissatisfied. Well, to be honest, I can handle the disapproval of the elders of the south. We silently walked inside.Morgue workers conjured over the coffin for several minutes.- Ready!I looked at what was once the head of the Southern Clan. Good thing I didn't take Lisa with me
WarningLisa didn't answer my call. I woke up closer to dinner and immediately dialed my couple's number. I couldn't wait to see how she was doing. But she was silent. Minutes passed and I began to worry.- Toby, did you send the answer to the challenge? - A friend picked up the phone immediately.- Well, yes and what?- When?- What?- When, I say?- Calm down, what are you yelling at? Recently…- What the heck? Why recently, I ask you!!! - I almost yelled into the phone.“S-sorry,” Tobias began to stutter, “first he reported to the elders…- I'm your head! And it was an order! I don't need the approval of the elders! Do you want to go into exile?- Zark, I'm sorry, I didn't think a couple of hours mattered.- They have! And how!!!- Yes, what happened?The fox isn't answering!Tobias was silent for a couple of seconds.- Wait, maybe you're boiling in vain? Probably can't hear, put the phone away. Isn't it enough?- Get ready, we leave for the Southern clan.As soon as I pressed the
Natalya helped Sergei take off his jacket and everything that was under it; without much tenderness she pulled him out of the chair, so that he barely had time to jump on his good leg; sat him rather unmercifully on the bed; but nevertheless showed concern, helping to lay the plastered limb.Sergei understood that nothing threatened him, and he seemed to understand this before and even guessed when Natalya came at him with a knife, but the fact of the matter was that his fear was not conscious, inexplicable and uncontrollable. Still trembling stiffly, he watched her undress.A huge wild cat, playing with the muscles of the thighs, gently approached the bed and suddenly jumped on his chest. Her breath hitched at her heaviness. She sat like that for half a minute, something, murmuring under her breath; turned on him, exposing her immense ass in front of him and licked the blood in his groin; she turned her head towards him again and peered into his face with sparkling eyes.Squeezing un
Sergei again, as then in the hospital after the words of Natalia, “maybe your sex has changed there too,” wanted to check his penis, to make sure that he was still there. He peered over her foot in front of his face and touched himself. Fortunately, everything was in place and even in a very, very solid form.Satisfied with this state, Sergei felt bolder and more confident: he hugged Natalia's leg lying on him, adjusted to her, as far as his broken bone allowed, and with some apprehension pressed his member to her thigh. Natalya moved her leg lazily, helping Sergei. Rubbing against her leg in this position was not very comfortable. Sergey puffed and tried, he still hoped that Natalya would rise and sit on top of him in order to have a full-fledged sexual intercourse with him, but she did not even think of getting up, but she lay and had fun; apparently the attempts of Sergei, squeezed under her leg, gave her great pleasure, since she exchanged this spectacle for ordinary sex, which sh
Sergei set to work entrusted to him: changing one uncomfortable position after another, he collected the bed linen and, relying on everything that came to hand, got to the washing machine in the bathroom. Natalya threw more rags into a pile of laundry and told him to separate the colored from the white in order to wash in two batches on different modes.Left alone in the bathroom, Sergey thoughtfully crumpled a white towel with a colored ornament in his hands, not knowing which category to attribute it to. His thoughts constantly strayed and ended up in some kind of emptiness. He felt that he wanted to understand something, to find out something, but he only understood that he was now so distracted that he could not understand anything and was generally close to complete prostration.Not fully aware of the reasons for his actions, he looked at his bathroom in confusion. Some items in it seemed unfamiliar to him. The thought flashed that he was not at home now, but where then? There we
At eleven o'clock the next day, the doctor came, or rather came, the doctor that Natalia was talking about and for the visit she was so preparing for, forcing a disabled person to crawl around the apartment on all fours.Seeing an unfamiliar woman, Sergei immediately gained confidence in her and felt relieved. In the presence of a stranger, his fear of Natalya was somewhat dulled. Sergei was still very cautious, but now he could notice how much this fear fetters his body, oppresses his soul and, most importantly, weakens his mind.Inessa Rudolfovna looked about forty years old. She was a woman of short stature, not to say that she was slim, but she did not need to lose weight either. With short, peroxide-dyed hair, hastily styled in a simple hairstyle, with pleasant wrinkles running from the nose to the tips of the lips. The width of the lips themselves was artlessly exaggerated by a rather bright lipstick. The color of Inessa Rudolfovna's eyes was made up of light brown, gray and, to
Lisa didn't answer my call. I woke up closer to dinner and immediately dialed my couple's number. I couldn't wait to see how she was doing. But she was silent. Minutes passed and I began to worry.- Toby, did you send the answer to the challenge? - A friend picked up the phone immediately.- Well, yes and what?- When?- What?- When, I say?- Calm down, what are you yelling at? Recently…- What the heck? Why recently, I ask you!!! - I almost yelled into the phone.“S-sorry,” Tobias began to stutter, “first he reported to the elders…- I'm your head! And it was an order! I don't need the approval of the elders! Do you want to go into exile?- Zark, I'm sorry, I didn't think a couple of hours mattered.- They have! And how!!!- Yes, what happened?The fox isn't answering!Tobias was silent for a couple of seconds.- Wait, maybe you're boiling in vain? Probably can't hear, put the phone away. Isn't it enough?- Get ready, we leave for the Southern clan.As soon as I pressed the end call
Lionella and Conrad, having lost their enemy, looked for a new target with their eyes. And there were several of them to choose from: the sanctifier, but it was possible to wait with him, he was exhausted and would not be able to attack right away, a pretty bored archer boy who again got involved in the battle against the non-human heretics he hated, and Vlad, unarmed, trying to negotiate .Ridiculous... What could he bargain for if he had nothing to offer? The mage chuckled. It is done. Wolf Ruby, here it is, warm, as if alive, responding to the slightest thought, to the slight movement of the fingers. And the power that he pours into the brain is more intoxicating than any fortified wine. Konrad felt the ability to slam all enemies with almost the power of thought, without hassle, without loss, with almost no effort. But he was aware that this was only self-deception, a side effect of a too strong magical artifact, which, of course, increases the powers of the sorcerer many times ov
They caught up with the guards the next morning. The battle ended quite recently, in some places on the grass and weapons, not completely clotted blood still glistened. Eleven bodies of varying degrees of preservation - from literally torn to pieces to killed by a neat, precise blow to the throat. Duffel bags are turned over, but all belongings are left right there. They were looking for something specific. You had to be an idiot not to guess what.-The pebble has changed hands, hasn't it? Armand looked questioningly at Alisande.She nodded and closed her eyes, concentrating for a couple of seconds.-Wolves move faster than people, we need to hurry.No one had any desire to replenish their stocks of provisions at the expense of loaves of bread scattered among the corpses. Cesare, who did not utter a word at the sight of the carnage, quickly collected all the arrows, including those that were sticking out of the corpses of several werewolves. In order to fit such a solid supply, the ar
This night, unlike the last, was calm. No hallucinatory mists appeared. During the day they managed to overcome the “right of way”, as Vlad aptly called the area of the dead forest. The oak forest lived an ordinary life: twigs crunched, leaves rustled in the breeze, crickets chirped, fireflies gathered on grass stems.Armand went on twirling everything that had happened this way and that in his brain. “Something I also start to run like a puppet. I don't like it. And to understand the intricacies of all the intrigues does not work. Here is this girl, for example. After all, I see that she is lying somewhere, or at least not telling. However, we immediately fell for her idea, like two males for a female in heat. Stop. And here is the answer. She just uses magic. Of course, I understand, beautiful, but not to the same extent as to completely lose my head. He refused to believe that ordinary hormones were to blame for everything. “On the other hand, until we figure out what kind of peb
Leroy caught himself on the fact that he no longer remembers how much a pillar costs and stares, almost forgetting to swallow his saliva. The woman clearly saw him in the mirror, but not only did not quit her business, but did not even blink an eye. As if every single day unfamiliar men in strange clothes fill up in her boudoir and freeze into wordless sculptures. Although ... if they had come in, they would certainly have done so. It became obvious that the hostess of the apartment was not going to somehow react to the uninvited guest.- Eee … - thoughtfully began Leroy. It seems that his vaunted eloquence betrayed him for the first time in many years. “And because of what? he wondered inwardly. “You might think I haven’t seen beautiful women!” And then he realized that he had seen something, but unimaginably long ago, in a past life - this inhospitable world did not deign to show him any of its beauties. There is no need to talk about something more than just a look. Armand looked a
This hall was not so grandiose in size. But most likely the main one in the temple. The room was filled with the sun, beating through the huge windows in the ceiling. After the dim glow of the sanctifier, all those who entered for a while closed their eyes. And as soon as the eyes got used, they froze in admiration, surprise, disbelief ... Twenty meters ahead, right in front of them, on a dais, he lay. Wolf Ruby. Even though no one present had seen the ancient artifact before or even read the descriptions of its appearance, everyone understood that it couldn't be anything else.The amulet did look like a gem, but natural rubies don't get that big. It was no smaller than a fist. Sparkling with bloody facets, throwing glare on the walls, floor and altar on which he lay. It made the whole room look reddish. The altar very clearly reminded Vlad of what he saw in his time in Conrad's room and explored in the basement under Lionella's shed. The same stone parallelepiped, with a ligature run
Vlad was at a loss what was stronger in him - curiosity, which only flared up even more from the proximity of the necessary information, or fear of the unknown, hostile magic and, to be sure, ghosts. People who previously did not believe in the supernatural, when faced with irrefutable evidence of its existence, experience much more shock and horror than those who have always been afraid of meeting ghosts, goblins or zombies. That is why Cesare felt most comfortable and confident of all of the trinity, for him the City of Ghosts, although it was an implausible legend all his life, in the end it was much easier for a local inhabitant to come to terms with its existence than for aliens "from a distant world".The stones that could be seen behind the trees really turned out to be ruins. It was not possible to determine the original appearance of the buildings from what was left: separate blocks and slabs, fragments of walls, usually not more than the first floor high, sticking out like b
They walked through the oak forest for the third day. From time to time they deviated to the side, but, having heard a mournful howl, they corrected the route. Somehow the responsibilities were assigned. Cesare and Vlad took turns shooting at the birds for food. In the best of times, the boy would have coped alone, but now, with a not quite capable left hand, it was inconvenient for him to pull the bowstring, the arrows quite often went “into the milk” and they had to be searched for a long time. Arman was cooking game on a fire lit by common efforts. The mercenary was slowly mastering the difficult art of using flint and flint. At night, they took turns standing on the clock. No one wondered why this was necessary, because there was no third-party danger, but it was more familiar and calmer.And oddly enough, there were no more conflicts. It is not clear why this happened, but although neither of the men had any special positive feelings towards the other two, nevertheless, quite sta
Cesare looked, to put it mildly, not in the best way, but to tell the truth, it was scary. A face with a huge bruise on the cheekbone, a trickle of blood caked under the nose. His shirt was in tatters, there was a shallow cut on his collarbone, and on his back there was a mark from a wolf's paw that had gone through with its claws. The matted hair almost covers the face. His hands are twisted behind his back, and a barely audible whisper escapes from his broken lips. At first, Vlad did not make out the words, and only listening, he realized that the boy, without ceasing to repeat prayers, reaches the end and starts again from the beginning, and so continuously."Cesare," he called cautiously.No effect. The archer didn't even look up, the mumbling didn't stop. Vlad slightly shook the boy by the shoulder and said louder:-Cesare!The young man tossed his head, looked so that goosebumps passed over the skin - so much pain and approaching madness shone in his eyes. The endless prayer sto