Keta Glype's Story

It was dark but she could see every detail in astounding clarity. Across the clearing Keta could count the veins on a leaf that fluttered in the wind. The wind blew, making the tree she was in groan. Adjusting her grip on her bow she watched her target carefully. A young stag was grazing, occasionally lifting its head up to look for predators. It couldn't see her, though. She sensed the deer felt something was not quite right and knew she had to shoot it soon.

Moving slowly she took an arrow out of her quiver and knocked it. She drew back the arrow until the string was taut and then released it. The shaft flew straight and lodged itself behind and slightly above the front leg, piercing vital organs. The deer ran into the forest. Keta swiftly climbed down the tree and began to follow the blood trail. She found the deer laying on the ground, dying but not yet gone. With her knife she ended its life while thanking the animal.

She dragged the carcass to a tree and hung it up with some rope. She began to butcher the deer. The process was bloody, warm work. Guts and the hide had to be removed along with the head. She made sure to save the tough stringy sinew that could be found under the skin in the back. Wrapping the meat up in the hide she began to drag her parcel to the place her family was camped.

When her mother saw Keta with the meat she helped haul it over. "Thanks for bringing us some food. Your father hasn't been having an easy time hunting lately. He hurt his back," said her mother. While her mother built a fire to cook with Keta cut the meat up and rubbed some herbs to flavor it. Soon all of her family was eating the deer meat.

"I've heard there are some new creatures in the forest," Keta's father, Trangem, said.
"What do you mean? New supplements to our diets?" Keta asked.
"No, they have the same shape as our normal forms. They could be Lycans or Vampires, but no one has seen them drink blood or go into werewolf form. Thus it seems like they are something totally different. Do you still want to eat them?" Trangem asked.
"No, I just didn't know what you meant. If you meant animal or sentient," Keta replied hastily.

The family finished their meal and Keta went on her way, leaving some meat behind. What were these new creatures? Would they be as threatening to her family as vampires? If they proved so, Keta was ready to kill them if need be.

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Ceylino was practicing his power with some carrots and apples. The pulp lay on the ground while the juices or the fruits and vegetables were floating in the air, mixing. The liquid was a bright orange. He moved the juice ball over to him and took drink. It was sweet and tasty, seeming to take the best of both apple and carrot and mixing them together. A humming bird darted over and took a sip of the juice. Ceylino's tail thumped the ground in happiness. He was glad another creature was enjoying his creation, too.

Opening his satchel he took out a jar and placed the juice in it. There. Now he could have it later. Fitting his head through the band of the satchel so he could hold it he leapt into the air. He glanced wistfully at the Hadrons clan territory. I was just trying to help! Don't they realize that since I helped the Lycans they might one day feel an obligation to help me back? Why is my clan so afraid of outsiders?

Vanza. They called him Vanza and the title would probably never leave his name, even if he joined the clan again. He was marked as a traitor forever. He didn't like it, but he was willing to live with it. At least I am not lying about who I am. I own myself and am not a slave to the rules of the clan. Ceylino could see why rules existed. Usually he didn't have a problem with them. But rules telling him to drive out or kill helpless people? That was something he definitely wasn't going to follow.

The wind streaming against his face calmed him. Flying was always something that relaxed him no matter what the situation. It required enough concentration to keep his mind off distressing matters. Looking down Ceylino saw a group of two legged creatures on the ground. They weren't vampires, of that he was pretty certain for they were out in the day, and they weren't acting like Lycans. Or shapeshifters either for that matter. As far as he could tell. Curiousity piqued, he flew in circles above them, slowly descending.