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Post by DANIEL ♥ WARREN on Feb 7, 2013 19:50:54 GMT -6
  
Twelve candles. What he was doing, was risking alot. Especially if he let something cross over into this world. But his search was more important to him than anything. He wanted someone who could answer his questions properly. He wanted to find his dad. A demon whose age was never known even to his mother. And she was no longer speaking to him, none of his family were in fact. On each candle, 6 black and 6 white, he had inscribed a rune. Six demonic and six angelic, a total of twelve to symbolize the months of the year. this entire ritual was set upon balance, just enough to get what he needed, and enough light to keep the shadows from claiming him. He began speaking an old Latin dialect, an incantation if heard, his own kind would probably label him a black magic user. Which in turn would mean more exile from him own kind.
Each candle had been placed equal distance away from the other over a line of white chalk dust. Danny had placed an additional circle of salt as an outer layer for additional protection. As his words became more complex the air grew thick, and his slowly began to levitate. He'd become filled with his own power. He knew he'd have to phase through this world and into limbo, only a few demons knew his father, he hoped to find one willing to talk. The moon was almost full, but only just. And it was cold, just above the point of freezing. And his power was making the wind pick up a bit. So wearing only shorts didn't help. But his tattoos had to be shown. Protective sigils that would keep him from being trapped between worlds. He had taken a lot of thought into this, he'd been preparing for months. The ind begin to carrying his words through the air. The candle flames had done rose four times they're original length. His mix of guardian angels and passenger demons seemed to be working. But they could only get him in. After that he'd have to be on his own.
Everything began to feel, unnatural. Something was waiting on the other side, it felt Danny trying to enter. He held absolute faith his powers would protect him. So he continued. He started to feel the layers of the worlds unfold, he spirit was being allowed into limbo. That was until the snapping of a branch broke his concentration.
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Post by JAREN ♥ FAIRCHILD on Feb 7, 2013 20:26:40 GMT -6
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The moon in all her perfect, beautiful, treacherous glory was almost full, almost swollen with ancient power that would force almost all supernatural creatures to bow before her great and mystical power. One such supernatural, Jaren could already feel the seductive call, the Moon's siren song as she beckoned, taunting and teasing, ever reminding of the fact he'd always be bound to her power. Just another day, maybe two, and the moon would be full. It was on nights like this that Jaren left Michael under Andrew's watchful eye, knowing full well his little brother would protect his son with his life, so the Fairchild patriarch could wander the forests, trying to calm his boiling blood and the fact that his entire body itched with the desire to shift.
Being pack-less had taken it's toll on a creature of Jaren's nature, who needed to have a pack to follow, who needed to have a close family connection with friends who would protect and serve as closely as brothers. After the absolute slaughter of his parents and elder siblings, Jaren had been reluctant to form a pack, knowing fully how rare werelions were in the current day and age -- to many werewolves for other weres to make themselves known - especially when he needed permission from Elysian's pack Alpha anyway.
Sighing under his breath, the teacher wandered quietly through the dark trees, fingers digging into the pockets of his leather jacket as he shivered. Dusty brown hair was illuminated in the moon's brilliant glow as he followed the scent of burning wax, ancient power and something very unique, something he couldn't quite place. If it was a student, they were in for a lot of trouble, being that students weren't allowed in the off campus forest, even when so many of them snuck out anyway.
Drawing in a shallow breath, Jaren glanced up at the moon, eyes momentarily flashing amber as his animal counterpart responded to the Moon's power once again, before he came to a stop near a clearing. Ahead he could see the burning candles - twelve, to be exact - and the boy wearing naught but a pair of shorts. For a moment the were's eyes roamed over the boy's form, lips quirking into something of a rather pleased smirk before he made to step closer.
Crack.
The sound of a twig breaking under his boot made him freeze, and he stiffened as he lifted his head to watch the boy he'd just caught doing a spell.
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Post by DANIEL ♥ WARREN on Feb 7, 2013 21:02:22 GMT -6
"Damn it." he thought. He felt the other world close itself off as he hit the ground. Now lying on his back, he felt a mix of fear and anger. He was upset because he was so close to reaching his goal. But fearful someone might very well now be running into town to scream out about demonic magic. He knew the school would investigate. And very few witches had the kind of power needed. The last thing he needed was for them to go snooping in his dorm. Plus they'd invade his roommate's privacy too. Who has slightly helped do some research for him. This was not going to end well if he had to spend the night covering everything up. It'd take too much noticeable movement to get everything back to Gabe's basement. So he rolled over and used all fours to get up. He did a quick shake of his head to remove any brush caught in his dark brown hair. A few remaining pieces he had to get out with his hands.
He waved his hand to one candle, and they all went out. This night had come to a waste, he knew he'd need new candles to do a new ritual now. So he'd have to wait a few days after the full moon. To dangerous to do so during, a lot of others would be out during such a time. "Just perfect, If I ever....." he spoke. He only just begun to notice how cold it had gotten, but it didn't bother him much.
Though now there was the issue of his intruder. He felt power nearby, not magic but strength. A strength that if drew from could be useful. He had to get ahead of this quickly. "Alright, I know your there. Show yourself." he near about demanded. Hell, if it was the Holy Cross, he wasn't about to go down begging to be forgiven for what he was. He was going to go down fighting every step of the way, whether it was liked or not. He gave focus on the area around himself. Flames jumped up from the ground, enclosing himself and his visitor in a circle of fire. As well as shedding light on who it was. He looked, predatory, dark, rugged, but familiar. And that's when it hit him, that man was a teacher, not one of his, but a teacher all the same. He'd seen him in the halls a few times. Which meant this just got complicated.
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Post by JAREN ♥ FAIRCHILD on Feb 7, 2013 23:04:26 GMT -6
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He watched silently as the boy fell back, a push caused by the disruption he'd caused in the midst of the boy's spell. He hadn't really meant to interrupt him - sometimes spells were dangerous if they were stopped mid cast- but theoretically he wasn't even supposed to be out here doing this sort of magic in the middle of the out of bounds woods.
At the boy's voice he looked up, stepping out of the shadow of the trees just as a ring of fire surrounded them both. Almost instantly, Jaren growled, the sound low and feral as it rose from his throat as he stepped away from the fire. Lions and fire didn't mix well, neither did Jaren and fire.
"Calm yourself, boy," he growled, voice deep as he turned to face the witch - no, not quite witch... there was something else. Something dark he could scent in his blood. But, holy gods be damned... the boy was beautiful. The were felt his body stiffen at the sight of the teenager, felt the way his nerve endings set alight as if his entire body was covered in pins and needles. Shaking his head, he tried to gather his thoughts.
He was enamored. He wasn't supposed to be. He was supposed to be enjoying his life as a single father and guardian to a boy who was no older than the one standing before him. He wasn't supposed to be imprinting on a boy at least twelve years younger than him.
"I'm not Holy Cross..." he tried again, breathing out slow as he shook his head. "And I'm not going to report you to the headmaster. Although I should... Who are you? Give me a reason why I Shouldn't turn you into the headmaster for performing magic outside the school grounds?"
And give me a reason why I shouldn't press you into the grass and take you...
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Post by DANIEL ♥ WARREN on Feb 8, 2013 9:31:19 GMT -6
Ah hell. Did he just hear the man growl? He couldn't tell. And he didn't know if it scared him, or turn him on just a little. Thankfully, it was cold out. He could feel his heartbeat picking up big, he needed to calm down. If he got worked up with the moon this close to being full. Any kind of magic could go haywire. Especially the fire around him.
He just stood there, all but a small part of his body bare to the elements. The fire did help a bit, but it couldn't stop the hair from standing on end. His pants and hoodie was about ten feet from him, outside his little trap. So he was going to have to be patient and hold his own here for a bit. A feat in which he saw himself as more than capable. This had turned out to be quite a night. He'd never been caught unaware. Sure, he'd practiced magic with others close by. But he'd chosen the spot specifically. Not many ventured this far in the woods. Other students liked to stay a bit closer to school grounds in case they were in a hurry to reach a safe zone. Now his mistake was apparent to him. He should've asked Ian to come along and make sure no one would sneak up on him.
Danny scoffed, as if he was in the position to do so. "For one, if you were Holy Cross, I doubt you'd tell me you were. and I don't much care what the headmaster would say about this. It was my choice to make, not his. No one tells me what to do with my life." he responded. Altogether he was slightly bluffing. He'd lived with Gabe and Ian for a while, and Gabe was like a dad to him. So he did take his words to heart. But he wasn't about to let some guy who'd just shown up think he could just give orders. Even if he was technically in trouble. But he did let the flames drop
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Post by JAREN ♥ FAIRCHILD on Feb 11, 2013 6:34:55 GMT -6
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when the flames died, jaren was a little calmer, his inner lion calming as well as he shoved his hands back into the pockets of his jeans. his eyes washed over the teenager, tongue emerging to wet his lower lip before he sighed and shook his head. "kid, i'm not one of those scum hunters; i wouldn't ever join a group that slaughtered most of my family. two: i'm a supe, so it'd be stupid, and three: i honestly don't care what sort of magic you were doing... but this is still out of bounds."
he rolled his shoulders a little, kicking at the grass before he looked to the left of the boy. the pile of clothes made him chuckle, and he moved forward to get them before turning to hold them out for the boy. "by the looks of it, you're about my brother's age. so maybe you've heard a thing or two about me. the name's jaren fairchild, mythology teacher."
after a moment, he stepped away, shivering a little as a chill from the air trickled down his spine. the boy in front of him, upon closer inspection, was gorgeous, but there was no way in hell he could ever have anything with a kid his brother's age. one, it was... unethical. two, it would be the cause for some major brother aggro, and three, why the fuck did he have to imprint on a fucking kid?
"get dressed; i'll help you pack up and escort you back to the school. it's too cold to be out here in just a pair of shorts..."
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Post by DANIEL ♥ WARREN on Feb 11, 2013 14:59:56 GMT -6
He looked at him for a moment. He had to figure this guy out. His words seemed sincere. But could he trust him? He felt that he could, every nerve ending told him too. But it was unexplainable. He just walked up out of no where telling him what was and wasn't allowed. Now, Danny knew this ritual would not have been allowed, the risks if it went wrong were great. And probably would've endangered the entire island. "That detail couldn't be helped. I needed the space, and the privacy. It's a personal matter." he explained. His demeanor remained the same, but he had to avert his eyes momentarily. It hurt, to think he was looking for a father who didn't want anything to do with him, or so he was told.
He looked back at him when he introduced himself. It was true, he had heard of the man. He didn't have his class, he'd actually opted out of it so he could have a free period for meditation. He liked to keep his powers in focus. It was something he'd gotten into a few years ago, it also helped curb his nightmares. He watched carefully, and moved only to take his clothing from the guy. "Thank you, the spell actually require me to be entirely naked. Easier transition into the other world. Other details aside, it's a little to cold out for that." he went on.
He glanced around and that's that's when he caught it. A shadow, a moving shadow. It made a run, and he side stepped. Putting himself in front of Jaren, well his back was pressed against his chest, he did want any space for error, and in its way. The tattooed sigils on his skin went bright blue. Stopping it in it's tracks, and forcing it back. Letting out a scream as it did. He knew he felt something waiting on the other side. He just didn't know what. He cast it back outside the circle of salt. And started muttering a spell under his breath. The salt began to glow, and a wall of energy formed around them, keeping them from harm.
"I figured something was trying to get out through the opening I made. You distracting me helped that issue." he spoke, a bit on the condescending side. Ok, so he was slightly still upset over his ruined ritual, and he was lightly taking it out on Jaren. "It's a wraith, a type of lost soul that never moved on. They can't stay in our world long though. It'll be forced back into limbo at sunrise, so we're stuck here for now." he explained. Though he intentionally left out the part that a wraith could kill a victim easily. And usually goes after whatever or whoever let it out. It was then he realized he was still pressed up against Jaren, damn the man was warm. WORDS: 485 || TAGS: Jaren || OUTFIT |
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Post by JAREN ♥ FAIRCHILD on Feb 11, 2013 21:39:58 GMT -6
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before Jaren could say anything about the weird shadow moving in the dark towards them, Daniel was pressing himself against his chest. he blanked out momentarily at the sensation of a warm body pressing against his own, and reached out to grip the boy by his hips as if to push him away. only he didn't. pursing his lips, he held the boy as his tattoos began to glow.
only when the shadow seemed to dissipate did jaren reluctantly pull away from the teen. it was dangerous, being so close to his mate when the kid had no idea what he was actually feeling. breathing out through his nose, he shoved his hands back into his pockets and turned away as he willed his body to behave. he was sure the boy had been able to feel the obvious line of his arousal pressing into his back. not that he'd been able to help it, what with the fact that daniel wasn't wearing much - just a pair of very small briefs that gave jaren a very good view of the boy's ass.
fuck.
"so... since we're stuck here until sunrise, tell me about this ritual you were doing," he murmured as he dropped down, leaning back on his hands as he stretched out his legs. If he had to be there for a few hours, he at least wanted to be comfortable.
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Post by DANIEL ♥ WARREN on Feb 24, 2013 8:12:03 GMT -6
For a moment, Danny went quiet as he walked over to his bag. "It's a bit complicated for someone who may or may not understand the basics of magic." he replied. He tried to word that carefully though. He wasn't trying to call the man dumb. But he wasn't all too willing to say just what he was trying to do. Opening a door to the other world was not exactly the safest thing to do, even if he had set protections in place. So more or less it was his polite way of telling him it was none of his business. Hell, he didn't know the guy at all, only heard rumors of him. So it's not like he was about to spill everything to a complete unknown.
He crouched down only to pull his pants out of the bag he'd brought. Hoping to keep himself from the cool air as much as he could. If he'd known this was going to happen he'd have brought something a little warmer. But this had definitely not been in his planned events for the evening. Then again neither was him getting caught by a teacher, who he'd somehow have to convince not to mention the thing just outside Danny's protective barrier. "So, what exactly do you teach? Professor." he asked. Hoping to change the course of the conversation. He knew al to well they'd be stuck together for a few hours. But he hoped to be up and gone at first light. WORDS:  || TAGS: Jaren || OUTFIT |
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Post by JAREN ♥ FAIRCHILD on Feb 27, 2013 2:27:28 GMT -6
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being an 'alpha', jaren didn't really feel much towards those who inadvertently called him 'stupid'. his eyes darkened a little as he turned his attention towards the boy as he rummaged for his clothes, and he threw up his hands. "yeah... sure. we weres don't really care much for magic anyway. too much that can go wrong if you step the wrong way..." he offered the boy a slight grin, and tipped his head back to stare up at the sky, lips stretching perhaps a little wider in a second grin.
"mythology. basically i try to teach students about their heritage, as well as mythology from various cultures: asian, european, american, greek, english... you name it. it's definitely a lot easier teaching supernatural creatures mythology, because most of the time we have a good laugh over the stuff that's really fake..."
he looked back up to daniel, giving him a careful look. "but then sometimes its easier to teach about the made up stuff because some kids just don't want to know..."
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Post by DANIEL ♥ WARREN on Mar 6, 2013 12:13:50 GMT -6
"Your a were?" he asked. He'd only personally known a few. And he wasn't one to be a people person anyway. He liked his small circle. It was comfortable, and it's people usually influential enough to keep him out of trouble. "Well that certainly explains a few details. The stalking for example. And that dark...........predatory......." he stopped himself. He wasn't fully dressed and oddly attracted to a man who'd just walked in on ritual that was as dangerous as it was complex. So he continued to put on his shirt and thin jacket. And sat down with his legs crossed. He pulled a stick to him the was just beyond reach and broke it into pieces. He was trapped but he wasn't about to freeze. But Jaren's topic of teaching did catch his interest.
"Then that's why your familiar. I took your introductory course last year. Though I only went one day. Next day that slot in chemistry opened up for me." he admitted. Mythology wasn't really his taste. And after Nate read through the book he picked it apart like a bad novel. The consequences of living with an ancient Greek. "Sorry if it hurts that ego, but for one who dwells in magic I like something based on facts. Well, mostly based on facts." he mentioned. He he;d his hands on the small pile of broken sticks. He muttered a few words and a mix of blue and green flames sprouted up. And Danny sat back. The flames produced heat and light without actually burning. A way many witches survived burning.
And then he gave Jaren a look. "And what kind of truth could you teach me professor?" he asked. WORDS: || TAGS: Jaren || OUTFIT |
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Post by JAREN ♥ FAIRCHILD on May 10, 2013 7:04:16 GMT -6
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the teacher was silent for a while. he knew the kid before him, the one whose body almost shimmered with the innate power jaren knew he possessed, the one whose tattoos and soft, tanned skin called out to the werelion, tempting him to step closer, to taste him, to sink his teeth into his throat and claim him as his mate and as his lover, thought he knew all there was to being a witch, knew all there was about his powers. but somehow, he was sure there was something else to the boy... something darker, something like that thing that had been outside the circle of fire.
he rolled his shoulders a little, golden eyes staring off into the darkness behind daniel's head before he lowers himself to the ground, fingers digging into the soft grass and dirt as he leans back on his palms and crosses his long legs out in front of him.
"I'd have to know more about you to be able to tell you anything, kid... but mostly I let other weres know that it's okay to be different. We might not be the same species of were, but we're all in it together... the vampires tend to steer clear of my class. They think they know everything, same with some of the demons. But most of the hybrids and elementals that I get, they enjoy hearing about creatures in ancient greece, china, europe... places they might have originated from."
"but then again, mythology is more for make believe and stories... it's also an easy class to teach, gives me more spare time with Michael..." his son's name slipped all too easily from his lips as he spoke, and he frowned a little, brow scrunching and his nose twitching just slightly before he relaxed, features becoming boyish and smile becoming lax. "So... Daniel... why not sit down and tell me what you think I'd tell you if you were in my class?"
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Post by DANIEL ♥ WARREN on May 10, 2013 7:37:35 GMT -6
danny just sat there across from the man he'd just met. listing intently to words a moment ago he cared for nothing to hear. but it wasn't like there was much else to do. except to go over everything in his head. nothing was making sense tonight. he'd knew he'd placed every barrier down. nothing should have gotten out without him noticing it. so how in creation did this wraith find a way around it all? how could he have been so careless as to let this happen. a spell he'd practiced and done a couple times over with no incident. but his thought quickly shifted back to the man talking before him.
in truth he had lost track of it all and his attention had been caught when he mention were origins. now that would be something he'd get into. knowing the stories and legends behind them. it wasn't exactly something he was told about growing up. mainly just magic, and keeping his gifts hidden not only from humans but man of his own fellow witches. and he took careful notice of how jaren's expression changed when the name 'micheal' was spoken. it apparently held some value to the man, especially for him to just stop mid-sentence. and in an eye's blink, he disappeared and reappeared next to the man. ok, now danny was showing off just a bit. not something he did much, as it did use a bit of energy to do.
"probably something i already know. maybe a few things I don't." he admitted. "knowledge of other species wasn't something found necessary to know other than how to detain. i was home schooled, for most of my life, near about had to beg to be sent here. and now my family won't even talk to me, well family by blood any way. we had some differing beliefs." he went on. it hurt a little, to bring all this up. but danny was never one to candy coat anything. he'd always been rather direct in his life, so he often liked it in return. "and whose micheal?" WORDS: || TAGS: Jaren || OUTFIT |
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Post by JAREN ♥ FAIRCHILD on May 10, 2013 7:56:56 GMT -6
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a smile tugged at his lips as he thought of his son, of his dark hair and his mother's green eyes, eyes that would no doubt turn golden when he shifted for the first time, and, distracted as he was, barely noticed that daniel had disappeared until he was standing beside him. glancing up, he chuckled, lips twitching in a grin.
"nice trick," he replied, tilting his head to one side as he chewed on his lower lip. "i understand what it's like not to be around family. luckily i have my brother, and michael. we're all that's left, but that's enough for me."
again he turned away, staring off into the forest as he dug his fingers into the dirt more, before he sighed and lifted his chin to gaze up at the sky. "Michael's my son. His mother was a mortal in New York. We didn't really... connect for too much longer after he was born. I got custody...So he lives here with me and my kid brother."
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Post by DANIEL ♥ WARREN on May 10, 2013 19:12:13 GMT -6
"thanks." he grinned. in all truth is was just a parlor trick. traveling long distances was more of an unavailability than an actuality. but it seemed jaren knew pain in a way danny couldn't. hell the man didn't have a family left, well not much of one from what he gathered. danny's own just didn't want much, if anything, to do with him. but they were still around. "i'm sorry for your loss. atleast mine just ignores me." he spoke softly before sitting next to the man. no, he and his family didn't agree with each other, but he still had them around. but in the end he typically counted Nate and his son as his only relatives to speak of.
was this man getting closer? he could exactly tell until he'd realized he'd leaned over and quickly adjust. it was alluring, entrancing. but his head cleared up fast when he started talking again. the man had a kid. "that can't be easy on your own." he stated, knowing what he'd heard about fatherhood from nate. WORDS: || TAGS: Jaren || OUTFIT |
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