Returning, -Serena- (OPEN)

[Tharin Vamavai]

Tharin spit at his feet, then stomped violently. There was a loud crack, and a Banshee-rivaling shriek. A snarl ripped from Tharin's chest, "Close yuor mouth!" He growled at a broken Werewolf at his feet, " I know you and your band have been hunting me or the past year. Did you think you could catch me? DID YOU?" Tharin let loose another snarl, stomping once again, a blow that, instead of breaking an elbow like the last, landed direct center on the Werewolf's chest, shattering his ribs, and most likely puncturing a lung. Tharin's voice was deeper, more hoarse. More feral. His appearance had greatly changed as well. His black hair was long, about mid-shoulder, and it was messy, dirty, and scraggly. His face was more shallow, his fanged canines slightly longer, his eyes an even brighter yellow than before, almost as if they we're glowing. While his face looked thinner, the rest of his body betrayed that. His body, while still thin and lithe, was packed with muscles. He wore only a pair of torn-up pants, displaying his chiseled abs and pecks. Thickly-muscled arms reached down and lifted the beaten and bruised Werewolf off the ground. Tharin, in both mind and body, had become wild.

His piercing yellow eyes gazed into the dark brown eyes of the other Werewolf's, almost as if he was looking directly into his soul, attempting to steal it with his stare alone. "You'll listen to me good," Tharin rasped out, "Tell anyone who will listen to lock their doors, and pray for their lives. Tell them.. Tharin is back, and he's out for blood." Tharin easily tossed the male Werewolf aside, who despite have a broken arm and shattered ribs, ran at full speed back to the more populated areas of the Werewolf Territories. Tharin let loose a loud howl, a signal to anyone near that he was coming, a signal saying they either surrender, or die a slow death.

Tharin began to walk around the outside of the lake, biding his time. His thoughts flew in a thousand directions. His past exile, all the lives he had taken, what he had become. No doubt he was wild and insane before his exile, but now.. Now he was nothing but a killer. He still had his intelligence, yes, but what good did it do him? He was slowly losing himself to the beast that raged within. Tharin growled at himself, though it was more of a deep rumble in his chest. "Let them come," he said to himself, "Let them try to find me before I find them." Tharin chuckled. No one would dare to hunt him, not anymore. If they did, that was all the sooner that Death came to claim them. In his head, Tharin went over a list, a list that held several names, but even more scents. It was a list he had compiled, people to visit, whether to kill or to torture, or to simply use as he saw fit.

It was all a matter of time. Each moment that passed, each subtle change in the star's and Moon's position was a moment closer to their doom. His soon-to-be victims sat in their idyllic worlds, no idea of the terror that was soon to come looking for them.

The fools.

[Serena Kelley]

It was a great day. Silent. Nothing to disturb her from her lazy slumber. Or so she thought until the sounds of a voice reached her, a loud voice. The sound of bones curshing. A whimper escaped her, she could only hope that Tharin (because she'd heard him said he was back and out for blood) wouldn't hurt her. Because he was of the violent type and she wasn't one to just take a beating.

Last time she'd met the other wolf, he'd helped her start the process of getting ready to kill her lover. Now she had gotten the deed done and she was free and miserable. But she didn't smell of vampire anymore. Her human smell, there was no way around, but she didn't reek of death, maybe if she had to catch up with the other wolf now, maybe he'd be nice as he wouldn't be able to call her a traitor.

Deciding it was better to approach the other wolf after he howled, she shifted back into her human self and wandered towards the origin of the howl and smell of death and blood. Damn. If the male wolf would turn his appearance more human, he would've looked realy good right now. Well, he still did, but he was kind of scary with his yellow eyes and canines that made him resemble a vampire.

"You're back," she said, smiling a little, figuring it was better to tell him she wasn't going to fight him or try to stop him from fighting people. And he would've noticed she was there anyway if she'd just remained in place and he'd taken greater care to scout his surroundings. Experience told her it didn't do any good to hide. If people wanted to find you, they would find you.

She didn't want to get her outfit dirty, after all, the white shirt didn't take much to be ruined. Her pants wasn't so hard to get clean later though, jeans could stand almost anything. Though she wanted to remain clean, she walked closer to the other wolf and inclined her head slightly. "I owe you one for helping me."

[Tharin Vamavai]

"You're back. I owe you one for helping me.

It was a voice he hadn't heard in a long time, and a scent he immediately recognized, despite the lack of Vampire scent. A low rumble began in Tharin's chest, "If you want to help," he said in his hoarse voice, "You can start by.." Tharin leaned in close, whispering in her ear, "Submitting.." He chuckled, bringing up a clawed hand(the claws having gained some size, and brushed a locke of hair out of her face. "I remember you. You we're the one who wanted your Vampire lover dead.." Tharin took a step back, looking over the female once, then another. Time had been good to her. She looked thinner, a little malnourished perhaps, but still beautiful as he remembered her.

Tharin began to walk around her, "I'm suprised.. So many look at me, and run in fear. yet you.. You approach me as if I wouldn't hurt you.." Tharin drug a claw down the side of her neck, leaving a small cut, only a small trickle of blood leaking out. The scent of fresh blood invigorated him. Tharin stood behind Serena, leaning for to whisper in her ear again, "How wrong you are.." With that, he sunk his teeth into her shoulder, careful to avoid any major arteries. Wouldn't want his new plaything to bleed to death so soon. He had many plans for her, most, nay, all of them she would not enjoy. Tharin pulled his head up, "laughing in her ear, "You're blood. It's so.. Intoxicating. So delicious. And you're body.." Tharin ran his hands down her sides as he licked the blood from the deep wound he had created, "I think I'll keep you around." Tharin let loose a snarl, one that was a mixture of pleasure, from the blood, and one that was meant to cause fear, cause her to submit.

[Serena Kelley]

"If you want to help,"

She stood her ground despite the fact that he was scary.

"You can start by.. Submitting.."

The last word was whispered into her ear, followed by a chuckle. Still she didn't move away. She was starting to think it had been a bad idea to approach the other wolf, but she let him brush the hair away before talking next, because honestly what was she going to do? Stop him? As if that would've been a good idea.

"I remember you. You we're the one who wanted your Vampire lover dead.."

And she'd succeeded. In a way, thanks to the wolf in front of her.

It was making her doubt her decision to come forth when he started to circle her and she wished she'd just ran the other way for a split second. But she was better than that, she wasn't a coward that ran off at every sign of danger, if she had, then she'd still have been human.

"I'm suprised.. So many look at me, and run in fear. yet you.. You approach me as if I wouldn't hurt you.."

She winced when he cut her, making blood trickle down on her beautiful, clean, white shirt. She didn't like that and growled slightly.

"How wrong you are.."

Ouch.

Hell, he bit her. Why did he bite her? What had she done to deserve being bitten by that.. that monster? Oh. She'd walked up to him. She hadn't submitted to him yet as he'd wanted, and she owed him for getting her out of her dangerous predicament.

"You're blood. It's so.. Intoxicating. So delicious. And you're body.."

She shivered when he ran his hands down her sides. She wasn't sure she wanted to know what was going on in his head. Not at all.

"I think I'll keep you around."

"And if I don't want to stay around anymore?" She had to ask, didn't she? Just had to know. She wouldn't just submit to him because he tried to scare her into it. Because she was scared. The female wolf wasn't that submissive after all.

[Tharin Vamavai]

"And if I don't want to stay around anymore?"

"Then I will kill you." Tharin continued to lap at the blood, scraping his teeth along the wound in order to coax out more blood.

"If you're thinking of running, or leaving," Tharin said, his arms encircling her waste as he bit once more, this time deeper, "You won't make it far." His voice didn't have the fear-inducing growl, like it normal did. Instead, he spoke to her in a soft voice, an almost sweet tone, like one would use when sweet-talking their lover. He unwrapped one arm, his hand gliding down her hip, then back up, using a claw to create a deep tear up the side of her jeans.

He licked her shoulder once more, then her neck, "You get two choices: One, you submit to me, you will follow me where ever I go, do what I say. The second, I'll have you right her, on the ground, and you won't enjoy it. Afterwards, I'll make sure you're begging for mercy, begging me: 'Tharin, kill me. Stop the pain!'" Tharin growled the last word in her ear. "Make your choice." His voice was back to it's normal deep and rasping quality. He lapped at her shoulder again, one arm around her waist, the other tightly, but not painfully, gripping her hip. The wound had stopped bleeding, despite how much flesh was torn. Super-human healing: One of the many benefits(or curses, some might say) of being a Werewolf.

[Serena Kelley]

"And if I don't want to stay around anymore?"

"Then I will kill you."

So she'd been right. It would be too late to get away now. It still angered her that he was lapping at the wound he'd created, but she didn't try to fight him.

"If you're thinking of running, or leaving,"

She winced as he bit her again, not enjoying the feeling of being trapped at all.

"You won't make it far."

She'd figured that out a while ago. Of course she wouldn't make it long, she wasn't faster than him or stronger. And he would be able to track her scent very easily. Besides, she had been a human, which she was pretty sure by now that Tharin never had been.

His soft and sweet tone didn't trick her, as he created a tear up the side of her jeans. It really had been a bad idea to go meet him.

"You get two choices: One, you submit to me, you will follow me where ever I go, do what I say. The second, I'll have you right her, on the ground, and you won't enjoy it. Afterwards, I'll make sure you're begging for mercy, begging me: 'Tharin, kill me. Stop the pain!'"

It was obvious which option she'd go with. He hadn't needed to growl that last word or tell her to make a choice. She wasn't stupid. Having to follow him might not be what she wanted, but it was the lesser of the two evils presented and she wanted to be able to live beyond this encounter. Even if it meant doing horrible things or being enslaved.

"So it seems you've won this round, Tharin. With such generous offers, there's no way I won't go with you." That was the closest she'd come to say that she would submit to him, but clearly she had now. He would have to understand that. Surely he wasn't all beast and no brains? He'd been such an intelligent guy before, it couldn't all have vanished during his absence.

If he hadn't held her close like that, she might've give him more of an indication that she was giving in, but since she was trapped, she just stopped trying to wriggle free and accepted whatever he was planning on doing next.

[Tharin Vamavai]

"So it seems you've won this round, Tharin. With such generous offers, there's no way I won't go with you."

"Careful with you tone," Tharin growled, "I'm not a fan of sarcasm." Tharin slowly released her, walking around to face her. He looked over her once more, then focused on her should. He grinned. It was a beautiful Mark. It would tell any Werewolf who saw it that she belonged to him, that she was his to do with as he pleased.

"I think I'd like to take a walk." Tharin began to walk away from the lake, into the artificial foliage. He felt more at home in the woods, now more than ever. Alas, he knew he would have to return to civilization soon, though, but he would need to first question his new servant.

"Tell me, dear.. Serena, was it? No.. I don't like that name.. I think I'll call you.." Tharin thought for a moment. There was a language he had learned during his exile, and he brought what he had learned back into his mind, sifting through the words for the perfect name. "Famulus.." Tharin smiled to himself. Perfect.

"So, Fam, tell me. What do you know of a girl named Zoe? From what I collected before my exile, she was in an abusive home, in need of a savior. I think I should like to visit her sometime soon. Perhaps she is still in need of help.. I tried to help her once, y'know? She was starving, the poor pup. I had just made my kill, a rather beefy human. Oh, the taste of his flesh, the warmth of his blood.." Tharin shook his head, clearing out all feral thoughts, "Anyways. She refused. Can you believe it, Fam? She would rather die than eat a Human. And she had the audacity to call me stupid. well, she didn't saw it out loud, but I know that's what the little wench was thinking. I don't think you'd mind having a companion with us, would you? She could keep you company, and perhaps with her around, I won't wear you down so quickly." Tharin turned and smirked at her, flashing brown, blood-stained teeth at Serena, giving her a wink.

[Serena Kelley]

Who cared if he wasn't a fan of sarcasm. She might've submitted to him for now, until she could find a way out, but she wouldn't stop being herself just because she was supposedly owned by someone else now. The mark on her shoulder be damned. Shit. Chloe would think she was so weak...

"I think I'd like to take a walk."

With reluctance, she followed him when he started to walk away from the lake. It was safter to appear a perfect servant for now.

"Tell me, dear.. Serena, was it? No.. I don't like that name.. I think I'll call you.. Famulus.."

She couldn't help it. She snarled. Who was he to give her a new name?

"Zoe doesn't live with her parents anymore, and she doesn't need a saviour. She needs to be left to herself and her saviour." Jack was such a nice guy, he had taken her in and Zoe was starting to see some right from wrong and that there was more to life than abuse. She deserved to be free.

"Humans used to be my people, remember, if left with the same option I would most likely be reluctant to eat too. It wouldn't feel right." She should stop trying to refuse him. Stop trying to make him see that there was more to life than blood and pain.

"But I wouldn't want to starve to death either." She didn't like how he was looking at her. Or how she was honestly scared of him. She'd made a really bad decision approaching him.

[Tharin Vamavai]

"Zoe doesn't live with her parents anymore, and she doesn't need a saviour. She needs to be left to herself and her saviour."

"Still, I think I'd like to visit her sometime soon. A nice little reunion, if you will." Tharin suddenly stopped and spun around, "And never growl at me again," He said, his voice full of menace, "From now on, you won't speak, you won't even make a noise unless I give you permission, understand?" Tharin took a deep breath, cycling all the scents in the area through him. He began to pick up the faint scent of more Wolves, but they were far off, and most likely wouldn't even cross their path.

"Now, you seem to know quite well where this girl is, or at least what has happened to her. You're going to take me to her. First, I think it's about time to pay a visit to The Pit, see if any old friends are there."

Tharin's pace increased, taking large strides as he made his way through the woods, the faint smell of civilization, though still quite a ways away, get slightly stronger with each step.

"So, my dear Fam. I would like you to tell me what I've missed since I've been away. How is that Vampire of yours?" He waited for her to talk, only to make sure she was still following him. He had no plan to actually pay attention, unless something interesting caught his attention. Instead, he was busy sorting the memories of particular scents in his head, trying to pick out specific smells from the large cloud of scents that hung around the Werewolf city. the closer the got to the city, the easier it became, and he smirked, a very menacing-looking smirk if one were to see it. He had his targets, some would be easier to find than others, but he had a majority of the scents he needed.

[Serena Kelley]

"Still, I think I'd like to visit her sometime soon. A nice little reunion, if you will. And never growl at me again,"

Right now she was full of defyiance. She could growl all she wanted to. He didn't own her completely. At least, she didn't think he did. She'd stopped listening for a little while, but when asked if she understood, she nodded, sure she'd gotten the most important thing he was saying: She had no rights anymore.

She would not take him to Zoe. Would not let the poor girl get abused again. She would take the abuse for Zoe, for the girl that deserved to be free and to learn to live a real life.

There was no way around following him when he increased his pace.

"So, my dear Fam. I would like you to tell me what I've missed since I've been away. How is that Vampire of yours?"

She would've growled again, but stopped herself. She hated talking about it all, greatly disliked herself for what had become of him but thought it safer to tell Tharin.

"He's gone. Which is why I owe you. We had a bad day, and a violent end." No need to go into details, he probably wasn't listening anyway.

[Tharin Vamavai]

"He's gone. Which is why I owe you. We had a bad day, and a violent end."

"Yes, violence is bad, and all that nonsense." Tharin stopped his walking abruptly, and took a seat by a tree. They we're at the border of the city, literally on the line. He wasn't going to go any further at the moment. He simply needed to wait. It would make things easier to wait.

"Now, my love, I know you won't tell me where this girl is, I can see it in your eyes," Tharin said, his piercing yellow eyes gazing deep into her's, "And I'm very disappointed in you. It doesn't matter. I've smelt, and tasted, the girl's blood. When I want to find her, I will, with or without your your help. Though, it might make it easier on your part to just tell me. I'm a very impatient man, and very creative. I don't think you would want to give me a reason to punish you, now would you?" He smiled at her, and it was both full of malice, yet comforting at the same time.