Midsummer Night

[Idrial]

"We can\'t inherit that curse."

Idrial only nodded still looking at November; his eyes for some reason had her spell bound. November cocked his head to the side and looked at her for a long time as if her was thinking of something that was almost private. He licked his lips of the blood that was left on his face; he did a good job of licking her hands clean of silver and blood.

"Come on."

He slowly rose breaking the stare; it was sort of a relief. He did not offer a hand which was fine to Idrial and she slowly rose as well watching him walk towards a mound. She walked up beside him, a question tha pondered her mind she just had to ask and boldly did so without fear.

“I must ask you November and you do not need to answer … Why did you not pick the Cruori House? The way you licked the blood off my hands without hesitation one might think it would suit you better. Plus you do have a bit of mean streak more than usual within you … at least I think.”

She waited to see what November would say, if her did not answer that would be fine. If he did, it would be a great conversation piece and maybe he would ask the same. She was trying to be friendly; she had no intention of being enemies. Hopefully he could see that.

[Fell]

November paused a little bit in his stride when Idrial mentioned a "mean streak". Paused, and... smiled. Smiled, then chuckled a little bit. "Really?" he asked, glancing behind him. Though he was far shorter than she, he gave off the same sort of intimidating vibe as a true madman might. Such intense eyes didn\'t look like they belonged in such a young face.

He chuckled again, then looked away. "December was there," November said in answer to her question. It may not have been the best reason to choose a house, but above any other he could give it was true. Oh, of course there was the bit about being able to learn to use his innate magic, and of course there was the increased adaptability, but really it was all about December. Almost everything in November\'s life was. His older brother was his everything. Going into another house seemed unfathomable to November.

November knew that Cruori would have suited him better, but that didn\'t matter much to him. He could be precisely who he was in Confuto just as easily. It wasn\'t as though November was seeking out companions, either, so it was really unnecessary to be in Cruori. November never worried about it much. What was, was, and that was all.

"Why are you in Confuto?" he asked in return. He wasn\'t trying to be polite. The question had simply come to him naturally. As he asked the question, he reached the Mound. It probably looked like a normal knoll to anyone who couldn\'t see through the Sidhe glamour, but to November it had a large door embedded in it. For now, it was wide open.

The cavern within was enormous, but it needed every bit of that space. It was packed to the gills with Fae of all different sorts. Large tables piled with enticing foods took up one wall, while a group of Moorfolk played fiddles, reed flutes, bagpipes and other, stranger instruments on a raised platform. The party had spilled outside of the Mound as well, to be sure - all around them now were Fae who were talking, laughing, dancing, flirting or simply doing bizarre things. Everyone was drunk, drunk off of the atmosphere. The energy that filled the air was wild, uncontrolled and, above all, addictive.

November dove through the opening with a laugh. This was, after all, his night.

[Idrial]

November slowed his stride a little and looked back behind him he was smiling and then he chuckled a little. He only gave a short answer and that was good enough for Idrial.  It was the first time this night that she had seen November show any signs of pleasure. She finally maybe had something right and maybe had broken his evasive block towards her.

He looked away once more and chuckled,

“December was there.”

He left is at that but now she knew the reason that November had chosen Confuto because of family. She knew how Important Family was and she had always believed that family came before anything else, for Idrial that had changed after her parents had died. Now she came first as she had no family to put first. She spoke plainly with some sorrow in her voice.

“Good reason Family should stick together … no matter what the cost.”

He had asked her why she was in Confuto, Idrial knew exactly why and was pleased that he had spoke back to her although their was no pleasantness in his voice it was still a conversation and one without interrogating questions. She spoke as they walked towards the mound.

“I guess it’s because I have always hated the light and loved the darkness. It was the only time I would go out, so I guess I wanted to learn more about the art of Stealth and Silence. I also wanted to kill those who had brought pain in my life … sometimes if I was in the right mood I would torture them to death. Almost if their screams were like music to my ears.”

She left it at that and as soon as she had looked up November stopped, she came an arms length away and tried to see what November was looking at, she could faintly see an outline and could hear whispers. Idrial could also smell food; it must have been a cavern probably full of Fae folk Idrial could not see them but she could defiantly hear and smell them.

November suddenly dove though the mound  with a high pitch laugh and Idrial followed. It was magnificent and many of the Fae looked at her, she scanned the room and tried to look for Kalieena and found her deep in conversation with her own kind.

The food on the table looked very good and Idrial wondered if she could eat any or if she did would she be trapped in the Fae Realm for she had heard stories that those who were not if Sidhe Blood if they at any of the food would be trapped and never allowed to enter the real world ever again. She decided to ask just to satisfy her curiosity.

“I must ask though is it true that if anyone not of Sidhe Blood ate any of the Fae food would they be trapped within the Fae Realm and never allowed to return to the Earth Realm?”

This was only thing that Idrial did not know about the Fae Folk as no one that she had known has told her, not even her dear old friend. That never talked about food at least the Fae Realm food.

[Fell]

November stopped, surprised, when Idrial mentioned family. Though the hint of sorrow in her voice wasn\'t lost on him, what she said was odd enough for him to forget about that - if he would have even cared in the first place. "Family?" he repeated, the word sounding almost as though it were unfamiliar to him. November turned his head to look curiously back at her. Yes, that was right; people like Idrial grew up with a mother, a father and so on. They had families, small groups bonded together by love and blood. It was so strange a thought! "It\'s... December\'s not..." November said, struggling with his words in an effort to explain something that was probably very, very foreign to Idrial. It was rare that the young cait sith found himself at a loss for words, but this had done it.

The white-haired boy licked his lips, narrowing his eyes as he thought. "It\'s not about... family. We don\'t... have those. December is just... special," November said slowly. He\'d never really thought of the closeness he had with his brother as due to the fact he was his brother. Sure, they were related by blood, but that meant little to nothing in terms of closeness. The bond he and December shared was incidental, and it didn\'t really relate to the fact that they were brothers. After all, November had a mother who was probably somewhere around here, a father who he\'d never met (and who\'s species he didn\'t know) and he didn\'t care about either of them. November doubted either of his parents cared about him either.

November simply nodded at Idrial\'s response. That all made sense to him, easily. Nighttime was better than daytime, clearly, just as winter was better than summer. The only place they differed was in the torture. November played vicious games with people, but he never really tortured people to death. When it came time to kill, November simply went for it. It was part of his nature as a hunter, perhaps, combined with his nature as a feline.

Hmph... She asked, November thought when Idrial asked about the food. He hadn\'t wanted to tell her a thing, but she\'d asked so directly... And furthermore, she was an apprentice of his house. It wasn\'t her that he feared, but what she might do to him was uncertain. Though I could always simply... leave, November reasoned, flicking the tip of his tail back and forth as he thought. In the end, he decided it wasn\'t really worth the trick. After all, Idrial might be worth something to the Academy. "Don\'t touch it," November answered, his words brief but to the point. It wasn\'t that she would never be able to return so much as her relation to time in the real world would be lost. November could travel back and forth safely, but the passing of time in the Realms was very different from the passing of time on Earth. For a mortal to get so close to the pulse of the Realms would make things more difficult later. Though she\'ll probably be fine tonight, and with me... November thought. He decided not to share that part.

"Let\'s dance!" November exclaimed suddenly, grabbing Idrial\'s wrist and twisting. The disappeared from where they were, then popped back into existence near the stage where the Moorfolk were playing.

The music, plenty enchanting before, was downright powerful down here. The beats of the drums a beat that pulsed through veins, minds, souls and perhaps even time itself. It turned those close to it from individuals to representations of ages long past and ages yet to come, into a single, pulsing, wild entity. The dancers were supremely unconcerned with how they looked, or how others looked. Bodies rubbed together, and it meant nothing, or everything. The beat raced on, disregarding the people dancing to it.

November fell into the movement instantly, his movements fluid and wild. It was an expression of every cait sith who had ever lived and ever would. Some of the dances seemed oddly scripted, though no dance among the Sidhe ever was. It was almost as though the consciousnesses of everyone present had merged, resulting in eerily synchronised movements.

Above all, though, it was beautiful, demanding and irresistible...

[Idrial]

November suddenly stopped when Idrial mentioned family, she had forgotten that immortals like November did not have families like mortals. It was rare for them to even know their birth parents and some like November were lucky enough to have a person that was their own flesh and blood to look after them. She had stumped November and it was probably a first for anyone to stump someone like November.


November licked his lips towards Idrial and narrowed his eyes. She knew that he was getting serious about the matter and Idrial at that point let her animal instincts over run her human instinct just incase she had found a sore spot and wanted to be ready for anything violent that came her way.

“ It’s not about … We don’t … have those. December is just …special.”

Idrial only nodded, as she did not expect him to say much and left it at that, but she unconsciously added in her own remark one that she regretted later of saying.

“ I guess we have something in common I did not know my Family that well either … My family were killed a long time ago, by a Werewolf. Now I am Half Werewolf Half Shifter...”

Idrial became very quiet and did not finish her sentence. Her family was a personal matter something she did not like to openly share with others. This time though it had slipped out and she was sure November did not want to hear about her Family and she kept quiet.

Idrial stayed behind November and was grateful that she had not provoked him into a rage. November then mentioned no to touch the food his tail twitching back and forth in a steady pace. He suddenly grabbed her wrist and she almost jerked if he would not have mentioned dancing. She let November lead her to the middle of the stage were the Moorfolk were playing such lovely music. It was if it was literally being pumped through her body and is was a feeling that was almost electrifying.

November danced wildly and in such graceful steps, no one judged how others were dancing they danced to their own beat. He danced like nothing mattered to him and danced to celebrate the fact that he was a Cait Sidhe.

Idrial did not know whether to dance or not and decided to join the fun. She undid the clasp of her cloak and hung it on a chair near by, she had been found of dancing and had did it many times in the privacy of her room in the Academy.  She let her animal instincts fill her so that she could listen to the beats of the music that her human ears could not hear. She slowly let her hands move followed by her body and stirred gracefully on her feet. She slowly started simple only for it to get more complicated. Soon a series of front flips and back flips were added along with complicated twists and falls, her feet always moving in complex steps as well as her body. The beast within her danced, it was free and danced in celebration.


Her hands became warm and soon blue and black flames consumed her body nonetheless it did not burn her it was rare sight for anyone to see. This always happened when she let her the beast of her overcome her human instincts and she was dancing and it could not be stopped unless she stopped dancing. Always keeping an eye on November for when he would stop she would also but for now she danced like she had never danced before.

[Fell]

November flicked one ear backwards, listening to Idrial. Started as a shifter... he thought, remembering his lessons. The werewolf curse was supposed to be compatible only with humans. Perhaps shifters were close enough, though - genetics and curses could be very strange about certain things. November wasn\'t especially moved by what had happened to her parents, but he supposed he could tell that she was. Not that he really understood why, but that was that. Some people were strange. "I guess you miss them," November more stated than asked.

And then they were off.

November found the way Idrial danced interesting - and evidently, he wasn\'t the only one. After she lit afire, many of the nearby Fae did. They seemed to think it was a very trendy, fun thing to do. Of course, it was all glamour for the Fae in question - it was something entirely different for Idrial, but November didn\'t really care.

They danced for who knows how long. Somewhere in the dance November lost his shirt and gained several bracelets. Later on, he\'d somehow gained a new belt in exchange for his sash. A necklace appeared, then disappeared only to be replaced by two more. The whole place was a madhouse of swapped clothing, jewelry and other trinkets. Even Idrial\'s cloak was soon gone, probably picked up by one fae only to be traded to another who\'d used it for warmth outside before loosing it to someone else and so on. Such was Midsummer Night; what was yours was everyone\'s, and you had a free pick of the crop too.

It might have been hours before November slowed and stopped, barely panting but filled with ecstasy. The fire\'s he\'d adopted died out for the moment, but there was a happy, malicious grin on his face.

It was nearing midnight.

It was time for the Wild Hunt.

The Wild Hunt, the Raging Host, the Herlathing, Asgardreia... Whatever name it went by, it was always the same thing. Led by Nuada, Gwydion, Gwyn ap Nudd or all other manner of strange, old Fae, it was the crowning point in November\'s Midsummer. It was an event that every Fae participated in at least once, and that most of the wilder ones ran in every time it happened. And the Fae could always hear the legendary call to hunt.

A horn sounded through the Mound, giving a compelling, wild brae that drowned out all the festivities. November bared his teeth in a mockery of a grin. "It\'s the Hunt..." he said, his eyes alight. A shout rose among the Fae, something between a feral snarl and a cry of jubilation. Maybe it was both. With that November was dashing up the stairs, a flood of other Fae pushing for the same exit. Many were staying behind, true, but it was also many that surged to follow the call.

Outside the Mound sat a man on horseback, a man who looked as much a part of the forest as the trees themselves. His hair was wild, and he wore animal skins. His bow looked as though it had been grown naturally, and his eyes burned with an unnatural, feral gleam. Every Fae that came out knelt quickly, then moved to stand in an excited, restless cluster near his horse. November did the same. It was less than a minute before no one else was exiting the Mound. "That\'s an Elder God," November said to Idrial, his eyes alight with the same gleam that was in the God\'s.

[Idrial]

They had been dancing for what seemed for hours and Idrial was not tired out all, in fact this dancing made her feel energetic. November started to slow down and she had noticed that she was wearing a new shirt which was blacker than the old one as well as her pants. Her old cloak was gone and was replaced with a new one on her shoulders. It was soft yet light on her shoulders and to the touch. She had never felt anything like this in the earth realm; her hands were adorned with bracelets as well as her neck. She could see that November was also festooned with jewelry. She had heard of this what was yours was everyone’s in Midsummer. She had looked to wear her weapons were suppose to be, their laid a new bow, quiver, arrows and set of knives.

She stepped over to touch them, the bow was smooth and unbelievably lighter than her old one, her knives balanced in her hands perfectly and her arrows were straighter than any she had seen. She looked at November to see a grinning smile on his face; he spoke in a light but exciting tone. The Fae around him gave a shout almost a roar as he spoke.

"It\'s the Hunt..."

No sooner had he spoke he was dashing up the stairs that they had came through hours ago, she followed in pursuit while trying to buckle her new weapons to her body, Fae pushed through the small opening  and some simply stayed behind. Once she had reached outside she saw someone on a horse, many of the fae knelt before they continued to go up to the man on the horse. Idrial followed November and knelt as well. No on else seem to be exiting the mound and November quietly spoke to her with a gleam in his eyes.

"That\'s an Elder God..."

Idrial had never seen an Elder god before and was a little uncertain to whether join the others or to stay put as the god might take it as an offense. She looked at November with question in her in her voice.

“Should I come with you or would the Elder god take offense of me joining you on your hunt?”

Idrial did not know what to do for the first time in many years. She looked at November for advice.

[Fell]

November stood behind the god\'s horse, looking both excited and feral. The patch of albinism on his chest glowed eerily in the milky moonlight, far moreso than his hair or any other scrap of white on him. November looked back at Idrial only when she spoke, surprised. It wasn\'t the new attire that surprised him (though he hadn\'t noticed it before), for that was to be expected. Nor was it that she\'d followed - he\'d expected that too. But that she would ask whether or not she could join the hunt... That seemed odd. But then, perhaps her cait sith friend had never spoken to her about it. November could understand why he wouldn\'t - it was hopeless to try to describe. "Why wouldn\'t you come? You\'re a wolf," November said. The words were plain, but everything seemed surreal now. Just being near an Elder God could do that.

They had little time to talk after that, though, for the god blew his horn again. A lightness swept through November and, he imagined, everyone else in the crowd. It was an enchantment, for who could keep up with a god without one? Moments later, they were off running. November\'s feet pounded the earth, first those of a human and then those of a large, pure-white cat with ice blue eyes. Some of the other Fae in the crowd had also taken on animal form, though by all means not all. Not every Fae could change their shape as November could.

There was a sudden shift, much like the inner tear that had heralded the pathway November opened, and they were in the sky above the mortal realms. In the sky, and running as though it was Earth. Another part of the enchantment, that - the Hunt always began in the skies before swooping down to the Earth to harangue any mortals stupid enough to be outside on Midsummer\'s Night. The noise they made as they ran was like thunder if thunder kept going, with the horn calls of the god interjecting themselves like shrieks of wind.

Oh yes... This was certainly November\'s favourite part of the hunt.

[Idrial]

"Why wouldn\'t you come? You\'re a wolf."

November said it in a very plain voice, he was right she was a wolf and wolves were good hunters alone or in packs. The Elder god blew his horn once again; it was loud but almost majestic at the same time. She saw November starting to run and she followed trying to keep up but almost a stride behind him. She wondered how long they would run like this and would she be able to keep up with them.

He started to shift into an animal form a pure white cat. He was beautiful and she almost stopped when she saw this and decided to change into her wolf form. She was black as night, her clothes and weapons blended into her skin and was no longer visible and yet her eyes remained blue. Her paws pounded the ground with delight and she slowly caught up to November.  He human self was still in control yet most of her beast form was flowing through her veins. She ran with pride, that she was part wolf.

She followed November through a sort of tear and Idrial could see they were in the sky, they were hunting mortals. She had heard about this from her friend the sidhe in the highlands but she never thought she would be apart of such a thing. The human side of her did not object in fact it told her to embrace it; she would catch her first mortal. The first stupid mortal that she laid her eyes on.

[Fell]

November noticed it when Idrial pulled up next to him, and was pleased to find her in her wolf form. He also noticed that her eyes remained the same, much as his did. She looked as though she\'d thrown herself into her beast side, more or less, which also made November smile - an odd sort of a look on a cat, but a distinct one nonetheless.

"Do you like the run?" November asked, his soft-yet-intense voice carrying to Idrial\'s ears even through the pounding of feet and the yells of the other Fae. That was because he was only half speaking in voice. When he was in his feline form, half of the communication was mental as well. It made it much easier for cait sith to understand each other even while in their feline forms, which was probably why the half-and-half method of communication had evolved for them.

It wasn\'t long before they found their first mortal. The Hunt swooped down upon the being, who now had two options. If the mortal ran, he would become the hunted. But, should he stand firm and wait for the hunt to come upon him, he would spend the night as Idrial and November were, as another member of the hunt. This mortal either hadn\'t heard or didn\'t believe the stories, though - he ran, and the Fae in the Hunt let out a whoop. It would be the first prey of the night...

[Idrial]

Idrial sniffed the cool and delightful air, it was a smell that could only come from the country were its world had not yet been polluted by the city life. She looked around herself and may of those who had come on the hunt we filled with glee and joy. It was something she had not seen in a while since she was in a pack. It had the same feeling and Idrial knew that she always belonged on a hunt no matter what kind. November spoke in a calming voice, some of it was mental and the other was coming from his own voice.

"Do you like the run?"

Idrial looked at him then set her eyes back on the path that the other Fae were following. She still had some of her human within her but the beast within her had the driver’s seat. She could communicate with others that were not of her own species if the human side remained. It was only when she let the beast side of her control her body could she only communicate with wolves. She spoke fiercely and lifted her lips to show some of her teeth, trying to smile.

“Yes, all wolves enjoy a superior run. They also enjoy good hunt but this is not a good hunt … but a great hunt. Besides this may be they only chance I get to hunt a mortal and to inflict the same pain that us wolves had suffered for centuries because of them.”

No sooner had she finished her sentence they had set sights on a mortal, a man that was out alone. For many years man had killed her kind for only their fur and nothing more. The fool hearted man ran and the Fae gave many whoops and cries, Idrial howled long and hard like a true wolf in the wild. Their howls had been known to put a chill down any mortals spine and sometimes if it was disturbing enough an immortals spine as well.

They picked up speed as they chased the man, she waited to see what November would do, in a pack she knew her place but here she did not and always looked to November almost like a pack leader. If this was a pack he would be the alpha male and she the alpha female; she set sight on the man and bared her teeth.

[Fell]

November flicked one large ear towards the wolf running by his side, listening to what she had to say. A cold, ice-blue eye examined the teeth she showed, and his whisker\'s lifted in a cat\'s smile. Lovely teeth, the cait sith thought. But then, he\'d always thought that of wolves.

Had November had proper vocal chords, he would have chuckled at the way she said "not a good hunt.... but a great hunt." It was such a mortal sort of a phrase, but then, what could be expected of mortals if not mortal tendencies? The older of the two had gotten used to such things, though they still irked him from time to time. At the moment, though, irritation was the last thing on his mind. Who thought of irritation when they were on the wild hunt?

No response was required of November, as it was immediately after Idrial\'s words that a roar went up through the crowd. (November was one of the few silent ones, as it was in a cat\'s nature not to howl) The Elder god sent shivers up even his spine with the sound of his horn, followed by a deep, earth-rumbling laugh. "Such a powerful being...." November whispered, half in his own mind and half in those around him. Yes... That was why he followed this god now - because of the depth of wild power he could wield. One day, I will become powerful enough to challenge a being such as him, the cait sith promised himself, the thought quickly swept away by the sheer thrill of their descent from the sky.

They moved so quickly! Everyone did, but November especially picked up speed. He would catch this mortal, he and, glancing to his side, Idrial, before anyone else managed to get their hands on him. November advanced until he was right next to the Elder god, then pressed past even him. Though the young feline didn\'t see it, the god did nothing but give him a faint, wild smile.

And then they were on the poor mortal. November pounced, catching him with his claws, then drew him into the air. All the other fae let out a wild cry, following him upwards. Yes! November thought, baring his teeth. Finally, he would be the one to drop the mortal to the rest. It was a first for the cait sith, as he usually hunted with his more skilled older brother. A trilling first, though.

November glanced at Idrial, ignoring the sweet sound of the mortals screams. She had wanted a piece of him too, he knew... November made a quick gesture with his head, indicating that she should join him just slightly above the feral pack of fae, crying for their prize. She should join him, and take the first bite before they allowed the rest of the fae to get their hands on him. Everyone wanted some, but November would let Idrial be first.

[Idrial]

As Idrial howled towards the sky she saw that November was one of the few that remained silent. The elder god sounded his horn once more was laughing wildly; she had never encountered such a powerful being. Idrial hoped that one day she would become that powerful if she was granted to live to see that day. Idrial flicked an ear towards November who was whispering under his breath.

 "Such a powerful being...."

Idrial only nodded, every one picked up speed especially November and Idrial followed in pursuit. He was keen on catching this mortal. As she raced towards the mortal Idrial reduced her speed a little so that November could catch the man. If he missed his chance Idrial would step in, she was an experienced hunter among the wolves that accepted her as one of her own. She brushed pass the Elder god and he gave what she swore was a little smile. Then in her own speed passed him as well to keep up with November.

November flew through the air with grace catching her prey with her claws and threw him into the air like he was only a feather; she could see the delight on his face. The mortal screamed with horror and it did not bother November or the other Fae. Strangely it did not bother Idrial either in the least bit.

She could see that November inclined her head to join him, she accepted the invitation. She let the beast side of her take total control and her eyes were no longer blue but became an intense orange color. They always looked lovely against the blackness of her fur.

She joined November just above the other Fae and slowly approached the mortal as if she was hunting her prey. She showed her teeth enjoying the horror on the mortals face, it was not every day you could hunt a human and not be concerned about the consequences that may follow.

She got very close to him, her lips pulled back to show the full extent of her teeth. She lunged at the mortals throat ripping it out, it would be a while before he would bleed as she intentionally missed the juggular, giving the other Fae the pleasure to enjoy him as he died.

Blood dripped down her lips, she howled long and hard. She was grateful that November had let her have the first bite. She came around and stood by November, Fae waited for November to give the okay to enjoy the mortal that she had caught. Idrial spoke a few words before falling silent.

“You have the makings of a true hunter, you should come and run with my pack sometime … your god smiled when you went past him to catch this mortal.”

[Fell]

Idrial took such a while to hunt the man, and how the fae cried out in protest! November flicked an ear at them, drawing the mortal higher still. Idrial seemed intent on drawing out the moment; perhaps it was a human thing. At long last, though, she took a bite out of the mortals neck. November\'s whiskers lifted in another cat\'s smile as the blood flowed - not spurted, as it would had she hit the jugular. So. She was very precise.

"We have no gods," November replied quietly before releasing the mortal from his claws, letting the poor human scream with no throat as he was torn to shreds by the hungry, wild sidhe. If only he had run with them, he would be one of the ones doing the tearing... "And I have no makings," the cait sith said before baring his teeth and jumping back into the fray. Idrial\'s words, what she\'d said about the god\'s smile, though.... Those were not lost on the student.

Minutes later, they were on their way again, the scraps of the man left out for whatever scavengers might find them. The first blood had only seemed to excite the sidhe, November included. It would be several hours before the hunt was called to an end, and many more humans as well. Some of the brave ones joined the hunt, running wild with the fae until the moon set. Those mortals, November knew, would awake in the morning disoriented and horrified, assuming they were sane to begin with. Though any mortal who traveled with the hunt would forever crave to do so again, few admitted it in their conscious minds. Those that did... Were frightening.

November was right - there had been many humans before the Elder god finally blew his horn for the last time that year in the long, loud call that signaled the end of the hunt. The fae let out their final cry as a pack, most of them disappearing into the faerie realms immediately afterwards. November, though, let himself drift to the ground as the god\'s spell wore off. He transformed back into his human form as he did, the cold not touching the bare skin on his chest. It never did.

When November\'s feet touched the ground, he was grinning like a madman. There was still flesh and blood underneath his fingernails, which he promptly began to lick out with his tongue. Yet another instinctual gesture; one always cleaned themselves after a hunt. After November finished with his fingers, he began on his forearms, moving on to his shoulders, his belly... The boy was as flexible as the feline he was, and some of the positions he managed would have made any sane creature wince. He payed Idrial no attention for the time being, as he was too occupied with cleansing.

[Idrial]

"We have no gods, and I have no makings,"

Idrial could beg to differ, November did have the makings of a true hunter as well as a good assassin when he graduated but she did not push it. The Mortals screams were nothing but faint whispers and November went on to tear him apart with help of the other Fae. Moments later the mortal lay dead and shredded into many pieces, November jumped back into the fray and they continued their hunt. She hoped that their would be more mortals, she would mind catching one herself

Some mortals joined the hunt; she knew the effects it would have on their mind later. Some would go mad others would become killer unable to satisfy their blood lust or they would rejoin the hunt once it came again becoming less human each time. Only a few would be able to push deep within their minds and live their lives like they had before they had joined the hunt.

They had come upon a group of mortals about 6 six of them they all ran and Idrial set her eyes on the lean tall one. She increased her speed; this mortal was fast but when it came to endurance the human could not out run her. She grabbed the back of his neck throwing him up with the rest and played with him a little before taking a huge bite out of shoulder then she quickly ripped out his throat, this time she hit the jugular and blood spurted within her face and chest. She licked the blood of her snout before leaving him for those who were unable to catch a mortal ... leaving him for the other Fae to play with him.

She had caught three mortals, her coat was wet with blood and some had already dried within her fur but it did not bother her a bit. This was a night tha the beast within her would be let out and she would enjoy herself. The horn had sounded and many of the Fae cried as one and Idrial howled one last time before following November to the ground.

He had changed back into his human form and started cleaning himself, it did not bother Idrial, he was part cat and they could twist their bodies in the most unusual positions. Idrial sniffed the air, she could smell the Academy but it was very faint. Their was a body of water near by and she intended to wash herself off rather than licking herself their was simply too much blood.

She ran towards the waters edge and jumped in; she forgot how good swimming felt and wondered why she never did this as often as she could. She swam around, diving underneath the water submerging herself only to come back up when she ran out of breath. Sure she could change into a fish but she was always fond of her wolf form and it was they first animal she would always change into no matter what.

She slowly swam to the shore and shook herself as hard as she could, November paid no attention to her as he was still to busy cleaning himself. She got an idea and her lips almost went into a smile, she quickly went behind a bush and changed into her human form and stripped her self of her clothes them changed back into a wolf and swan underneath a rock tha over looked a semi deep part of the lake. Once she was out their she would changed into her Human form and called out to November.

“November ... You should join me the water is just right, not to hot not to cold."

If he declined she would pretended to accept his answer and them make it look like she was pulled underneath the water by the under toe hopefully he would come over to the spot and then she would grab him and pull him in, besides after the hunt she was in a playful sort of mood.