The Abyss City

To say the young woman was not down hearted yet again was an understatement. At 18 in the high school and learning what she was her emotions where up and down. So far two guys had liked her and both had went poof. She wondered what had happened to both of them. Letting out a sigh she walked a path that was least resistant. She was in jeans and a short sleeved shirt with only a light jacket covering her. Everywhere she walked flowers bloomed. Spring was in the air and you could see birds arriving at all points. Animals came out of hiding to watch her. Something was happening to her but what she was not sure. What was she? As she walked she wondered if she would meet anyone on the path. She was not sure and she hoped she would. Her parents had gone MIA as had her sisters and her brother. Her grandparents where also MIA well at least for her they all where. What had happened to everyone? Her family all vanished it seemed. Well she was still here and here was where she was going to stay come hell or high water. She stopped and sat down on a bench just watching nature in all its wonder.

Larrin Tarok moves barefooted on the path, watching the animals flit about the place. as much as being outside made him happy, his pale green eyes still held a great deal of sadness. The tall man was clad in his leather pants and a loose white shirt, left half open to let his tanned skin feel the spring breeze. His long platinum hair was worn down in a simple tail.

Larrin was so absorbed in his own thoughts and with the sights he failed to notice the young girl sitting on the bench until he was about to trip over her. Auch lass! i be beggin' yer pardon! he says, jumping back slightly to keep himself from falling into her lap. The lupine offers a slight smile, barely revealing his very wolven canines. Ah'm Larrin. Sorry fer nearly fallin' on ye.

She looked up at him and smiled softly. "It is alright sir. No harm was done. My name is Tamara Loyal. You sound like you hail from Ireland but I might be wrong." Her voice was soft as she spoke and her eyes stayed on him hoping he was not going to hurt her.

Larrin does he best to keep from laughing, considering the scent of fear he was getting the smaller woman. Nay lass. The accent is from Scotia. Scotland as ye people say. His demeanor is calm, soothing. he meant no harm to anyone. the proper term often applied to him was "lover, not a fighter". Be at ease lass. Me bark be worse than me bite. while his accent was noticable, it wasn't as thick as one might think a full-blooded scots' to be. he slips his hands into his back pockets, taking a more disarming pose.

Tis a pleasure teh meet ye, Tamara. sorry for intrudin' on yer privacy. Ah was only about for some fresh air, heving been cooped up in the castle for as long as ah've been. his smile, which didn't reach his eyes, was kind and genuine.

She listened to him and nodded. "I am just careful. I am sorry if I seem off to you sir. I am young and seeing how young I am I know I am vulnerable to being hurt. I have yet to know what I am." As she spoke spring flowers started to pop up all around her and bloom. She could not understand what was going on.

Larrin arches a brow slightly. the lean man tilts his head a bit as he watches the flowers bloom around the young girl. well now lass. if ah didnae ken any better, ah'd say ye were touched by Gaia or teh Green Man 'imself.

Larrin rubs the fine stubble on his chin, having not shaved in a few days. Ah may be completely off kilter, but ah'd be willin' teh bet me finest tartan on it. the lupine tilts his head again. he didn't know what to make of it, but it was an interesting prospect to think about.

She looks up at him and cocks her head to the side her golden hair falling over her shoulder. "You mean mother earth. It might be. I remember not much of what I am . I arrived here at the age of 5 and now I am 18. My powers did not come into play till I hit 16. I have made snow during the winter. Flowers in the spring. the grasses green in summer and harvest ready as well as leaves turn in fall." She watched as animals woke up and walked towards her. "I am not a druid but I am something. What I am not sure."

Larrin sits and listens the Tamara, tiltling his head slightly as he contemplates this interesting woman. she had to be of Gaia's own blood, he was sure of it, but how could one not know her parentage? he was mulling it over his head until the sound of paws running towards them cuts through his thoughts. acting completely on instict, he puts himself between Tamara and the now crawling wolf, his eyes flashing, canines extended, and his fingers forming into claws. a low, deep, commanding growl rumbles from the lupine, promising harm to any that threaten the younger woman. Who are ye! he growls, ready for a fight if it should come to it.

She looked at Larrin then at the wolf that was coming over. She jumps up and steps in front of Larrin. "Vuka your back. Larrin that is Vuka he is a friend." She ran to Vuka and knelt down to hug him. "Where were you?"

The reaction to the man was starting to show in bristling fur, but when she moved between them and spoke to him, all that fell away. The golden wolf rose up onto all fours and his tail wagged a few times before taking a running start to the space at her side. A jump into the air gave room for the change and the golden wolf soon was replaced by a tall, golden haired boy, the same star fire eyes still evident. The rest of the gap was closed by his strides. "Sorry I kinna fell asleep like tha', Tamara. Winter's na me best months." The Scottish accent was extra thick and hints of his half Serbian heritage covered the words with an extra layer of accent. "I missed ye...and as for ye..." He looked to the other male, a scent of family on him. "I'm from tha same family as ye, can't ye smell tha? In any course, I'm Vukasin Mahoney. Son of Cian and Celestia Mahoney, Brother to Dax, Lillith, and Pauley...among three others."

Larrin eases up a bit, not too fond of others of his race. he had fought too many in his time to develope anything but loathing for his own species. Ah'm Larrin Tarok, child of none. Mah fam'ly was murdered when ah was a young lad. Ah can smell teh Windstarr scent on ye, but ah didnae ken yer intent lad. Doona run up unannounced like tha', if ye enjoy wearing yer hide. Larrin spits off to the side and pulls a lucky strike from his pocket, lighting it and taking a deep drag. Well lassie, ah'll be off seein' as yer in good comp'ny now. 'Til we meet again, Tamara... the tall man turns and starts to walk away.

She looks back up at Larrin. Larrin you don't have to go. If you must thou I would like to talk to you more. You seem to have an idea of what I might be and I want to find that out. She was held by Vuka and she smiled at him when she turned her head back to him. I did not think wolves hibernated next time don't scare me like that I was so alone. MY family is gone and so where you.

Larrin pauses a moment, the lucky strike dangling from his lips. he takes a drag and pulls the cigarette from his lips, casting a quick glance at Vuka. it would be in yer best int'rest if ah left, Tamara. Find me when yer free. Larrin spits off to the side again, then starts walking away, muttering something about wolves never needing to hibernate.