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Maela wasn't sure of the nature of this man. He could have been anything. Anyone. For all she knew, he was an undead raised by a witch trying to trick her.
Wouldn't have been the first time.
"I'm really not one to council someone who's not doing well emotionally, ah... it's not my shtick. But if you don't pick yourself off and follow me you'll have more worries than living as a werewolf. You'll have a hard time living at all. Come on." She nodded towards the city. "Let's go. You can figure things out once we get there. Okay? There's werewolves everywhere. Supernaturals everywhere. Even I'm not human. So let's go."
He thought about what she said, about the church hating supernaturals since the beginning. She was right. They weren't just going to change or question their long-standing beliefs. "You may be right about the church. I just hoped there were reasonable people within its ranks that would actually stop and think about their antiquated hatred." he said. Soon the city was within view "Thank you for the escort, Maela." he said, sighing as he looked toward the city "I don't know where to go. I wandered around on my own for a week before I starts stumbling about in the forest. I'm going to need someplace to stay...and as much as I'd hate to admit it, it seems like I'll have to fall in with one of the packs."
Possibly better in the woods than in a church, too, Maela thought, peering deeply into the darkest areas of the woods. Shadows danced at the sides of her vision. Every time she turned around to look directly at it, it was gone. So were the woods, typically at night.
"I'm not a city dweller. My sister is, though. If you're dropping in with a pack... well, make sure it's one of the better ones. As a Society member, even if I'm not a Hunter or Slayer, it's my duty to keep an eye out for anyone who wants to break the law, too."
He doubted she would be thrown from the city but she was right. Too many things were happening in Lutetia as it was. Her introduction would only cause more strife. "May your days be many and your troubles be few.", he said in the old tongue before shifting and starting to pad away.
It would be sometime before the old wizard would wake once more but his senses remained sharp and he knew that nothing would get the drop on him so long as his conscious mind remained perfectly still. His closed eyes allowed him to place wards and sentry spells all around him in the most complex algorithms any wizard had ever laid. He would be prepared for any unexpected visitors.
For few seconds it said nothing before it spoke, and when it spoke, it was like the hissing darkness, clanging of loud bells ringing through your skull, utter torment. It was impossible normally to ignore, but then again these weren't normal circumstances, "Bigsby Big Hat, charmed I am sure. I am certain I don't need any introduction, so shall we get to business." despite the eloquence, it radiated utter sinister intention, the polite nature was merely theatrics for that is one thing it loved about mankind their taste for hedonistical displays to deliver messages.
"Hastur, I know who you are, your kind words are noted but not welcomed." The Old wizard slowly shook his head at the idea of doing any kind of business with the thing before him. It might as well have been more of an insult to his very being considering that those who usually found themselves in the company of the Yellow King lost more than they would ever bargain for.
"Out with it!" Bigsby bellowed with power behind his words. "What business do you think we have together Hastor, Yellow King, be quick about it for I am not someone you can so easily manipulate." The old wizard glared at the aberration with his crystaline sapphire hues only trace his spellworks silently as if waiting to spring a trap.
The large hatted wizard took a step forward towards the creature only to clench his gnarled firsts into a tight ball. It was determination and a lack of fear that brought the wizard closer to the unnatural being. "Do you think that I am not aware of what you are capable of doing? Do you think that I am not aware of your malicious ideas and plots for all things claiming to be part of the living host that is the universe?" Bigsby gave a rather wicked grin as his sapphire orbs began to glow an eerily in the dark woods. "Talk and be quick. It will be your last if you waste anymore of my time."
Noting the action, it seemed to laugh again this time more quiet and subdued, "Oh I am well aware you know who I am, I don't meet everyone so casually. But if you demand then as I said I have some plans, they involve playing a cosmic being and letting him believe that he is safe. My pieces are all moving, I even gathered many an old friend, but why would I do such things? To entertain myself of course. I am capable of many things Bigsby, but whether I will do them, it has to be theatrical and destroying all existence would just be dull. Instead I think creating ripples and controlling chaos, shall be more fun. I know also you believe you can match me, maybe you can, who very much knows. I merely am playing a game, have been for a long for a long time..." coughing, well not in typical way it sounded pestilent and eerie, "I also gathered a certain figure back from hiding, Ezrael is returning to the verse."
"Theatrics are a wasted effort. You are like a poor fool who imagines themselves so great that they cannot even see how far they have truly fallen." Bigsby retorted in a rather gruff voice as if he had coughed not moments ago. "Honestly now, foppish behavior for something so old, I do not scare easily." The Large Hatted man simply tilted his head to the side so that he could look back upon the Yellow King. The old man smirked as he continued to note his spells handiwork only to subtly change a few lines with his vision altering the spell to act as a snare.
"So tell me Hastar, honestly now, do you think I am someone who truly cares for your shenanigans?"
Each time Hastur spoke it was a dark whisper of utter terror ringing through the mind it radiated malice and cruelty and his breath deadened any flora around while slaughtering fauna without concern. It was easy to tell the King in Yellow was smirking, one key thing Hastur had was an ego, one that verged on him believing himself royalty. Or at least a parody of it, which cared little for its citizens.
It was obvious that Bigsby would need to look over his notes and view the realms once more to see what chaos was being caused. It was such a shame that his vacation to another random locale had been disrupted once more.
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