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The Pack's Rebels Thaelen and Harithen’s Walk Home
Concordia, Six Hundred and Ninety-Five Years BeforeThaelen bent over the map tracing the coastline of the dragon land with his finger under the flickering lamp light. The ship rocked gently, the ropes holding it to the moorings creaking slightly, a melody against the wash of the waves against the wood, and he accommodated the movement unconsciously, a habit learned centuries ago during raids that had swiftly returned to him.The drunken revelry of sailors on shore leave as they moved between the taverns that crowded the docks filtered through the cabin walls, and a woman’s laughter rang loudly from nearby and was swiftly hushed, lifting the captain’s head. Someone had brought a whore on board, Thaelen acknowledged with amusement, and would earn the captain’s ire once the ship owner had departed.“No settlement has succeeded?” Thaelen repeated.“Never, Mr. Gathaine,” the captain confirmed. “The natives protect the shores savagely. Many ships have docked there, and many settlers have e
The Pack's Rebels Thaelen’s Conversation with Sigrid
Concordia, Six Hundred and Ninety-Five Years BeforeThaelen slept later into the morning that he had intended and woke to a rumpled, empty bed that still reeked of sex. After dispatching the cutthroats, he and Harithen had continued home, creeping through a sleeping household to the bedroom floor. Harithen had followed Thaelen into his room and had seduced him, however there had been something different behind the sex, a tension in the other vampire, something which Thaelen could not quite grasp.Waking alone after that night and that sex made Thaelen uneasy, and that uneasiness increased when, after washing and dressing for the day, he stopped by Harithen’s room to find it empty. He made his way through the luxuriously appointed house with it’s polished floors and thick, exotic rugs, delicate porcelain vases filled with fragrant Estrean flowers, and the sounds of the city drifting through the large street facing windows, to the sitting room which Sigrid favored.A maid holding a silv
The Pack's Rebels Meguitte's Return
Concordia, Six Hundred and Ninety Years BeforeThaelen stood on the deck with the captain watching as the Concordian ship limped into the dock. Captain Fletnin sucked in a breath through his teeth as the extent of damage became evident. “Took heavy fire,” he observed. “Amazing that they made it this far.”“Hmm,” Thaelen frowned. “They would not have made it all the way from the Concordian side of Estreau so damaged, which means they were attacked well away from Greibron and Alden.”“Trade has been increasing from Greibron and Alden, which means their ships are more frequently seen in the ocean,” Fletnin conceded. “Although Estrean waters are supposed to be neutral territory for all traders and should be safe for all, maybe someone got a little overzealous?”“There are fewer and fewer Concordia traders making it this far around the Estrean coast,” Thaelen observed thoughtfully. “I have not seen another one in weeks.”“No, that is true,” Fletnin agreed.“Perhaps you can find out why tha
The Pack's Rebels Harithen’s Homecoming
Concordia, Six Hundred and Ninety Years BeforeThaelen’s office was the one room which had been decorated according to his taste rather than Sigrid’s interpretation of what a fashionable merchant’s home should look like, and thus it was a simpler space, functional, with the only piece of furniture which existed for more decorative purposes being the High Chair of his ancestors which he set behind a desk, facing towards the door.He heard the arrival of the carriage and was not surprised when Sigrid paused in the doorway within a few minutes, attracted by the flickering lamplights. He took a sip of the whiskey that he was drinking and looked up as she paused by his door. She was wearing a day dress rather than evening wear, the cheerful floral pattern of the fabric Concordian design but cut in the Estrean way – the fabric imported probably by one of his own ships.That she was dressed in day wear well into the night was a sign that one of her temperamental artists was having dramas. “L
The Pack's Rebels Mended Fabrics
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeHarithen, in gold trimmed eggshell blue tunic that emphasized the width of his shoulders and belted tightly at the waist with a sash that went from just below his nipples to his hip bones, the billowing material drifting out behind him like a sail in the wind, bartered over the fabrics laid out in the warehouse for display. He had opted to powder his hair, rather than wear a wig, and it had been curled so that it hung over one shoulder in thick sausages of ringlets.However, the most startling part of the costume to Thaelen was when Harithen turned displaying the tight-fitting trousers and codpiece. “I have not seen one of those since…” Thaelen commented to Sigrid.“Since the plague in Concordia, I know,” she replied. “Concordia is all the rage in Estreau at the moment. What concerns me, though, Taylen, is that many of the pieces I am seeing worn, are actual vintage pieces. Is it a case of clever thrift, sending to sell elsewhere that whi
The Pack's Rebels Flying Devices
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeThaelen had established Medelyn in a small house within a short walk of his own, although in a less fashionable and exclusive street. The Estreans liked to have outward markers of their place in society and their wealth, and where the houses on Thaelen’s street were declarations of wealth and power, in Medelyn’s street they were neat and tidy but of a more modest size.He knocked on the front door and the maid that he had employed to help with the house opened it, bobbing a curtsey. She showed him straight into the parlour before heading upstairs to fetch down Medelyn.Medelyn did not keep him waiting long, hurrying into the room, fidgeting with her hair before smoothing her hands down over her skirt in one of those unconscious gestures that women performed when concerned about their appearance.“Tasan,” she greeted him the warmth not disguising her nerves. “Forgive me. I was just putting my youngest to bed. He is going through that age…”
The Pack's Rebels Concordian Crisis
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeThe front door was thrown open announcing the return of Sigrid and Harithen several hours later. Thaelen stood in the doorway of his office and watched as Sigrid swept in. To anyone else, her face was set into neutral lines, however Thaelen had known her too long not to read beyond the surface. She peeled off her gloves, a muscle working in the corner of her jaw as she chewed on the words she was not vocalizing.Harithen’s wide grin confirmed Thaelen’s suspicions, the other vampire swaggering into the house with smug flare.“What did you do?” Thaelen sighed.“You should be pleased,” Harry announced with a wicked smirk. “I arranged our sister’s marriage this evening. It’s a good match. A minor title, but still an excellent match for a merchant’s sister. He is balding, rotund, and smells like a sewer, but he comes with three lovely estates, as well as a beautiful house just two streets over, and he is very keen to sire an heir upon our sist
The Pack's Rebels The Return of the King
Concordia, Six Hundred and Eighty Years BeforeThe changing mood of the crew as they left open ocean for Concordian waters alerted Thaelen and Harithen that they were close, and they left their cabins to stand on the top deck as captain ran up the Greibron and Alden trading flags under the Estreau flag. The sky was overcast and grey, but not all the cloud was weather. Smoke rose from the land in thick plumes.There were many ships flying the Alden flags in the waters around them, and the water was littered with debris. Thaelen could see the cause - a ship slowly slipping into the water. He heard the outcry of the sailors as bodies washed up against the hull.A vampire, clinging to a half drowned human child, caught hold of the netting over the side. “Help me!” She pleaded.They hauled as many survivors as they could aboard as the Alden ships drew closer.“Take them below,” Thaelen told Harithen. “Into the holds. Out of sight.”“They would have seen us pull them on board,” Harithen rep
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