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Zeth MelGair · Journeyman Joined: 26 Feb 2007 Posts: 164

Zeth sat with his back against the table, his feet out stretched towards the fire and his hands folded in his lap. His head was bowed and to anyone happening into the Meadhall of Stonegate, he would appear to be asleep. Zeth was far from asleep, his mind was racing faster than a great hart being chased by a pack of wolves. Zeth had watched his life play out countless times as he lay frozen, in his protective state. Often he had wished for death as he lay trapped in his own mind. Zeths life had not been a dull one but, not one that one would be proud of either. Infedeality, lies, betrayal, not being there for his children. This was the life that Zeth MelGair had lead.

A coughing fit stirred Zeth from his thoughts, As the coughing subsided. The metalic taste in his mouth and a quick wipe of his mouth on his sleeve revealed that the silver had taken its toll. Zeth looked at the fresh blood on the sleeve of his shirt, reached for a glass and washed the rest down with water. Zeth resumed staring into the fire, the dance of the flames as they consumed the log brought some comfort to him.

It was not long before his mind, wandered back to his past. Zeth had spent most of his adult life working, searching, testing his theories on creating the perfect lycan. He had done it, but what had it cost him. Zeth was not sure how the people of Stonegate that knew what he had done were going to accept him. He really could not blame them if they did not. Zeth gave a half smirk and said out loud "You were successful, You created the perfect lycan."

"Thank you, I am perfect." The female voice came from behind.
Zeth turned with a start, almost lossing his seat on the bench, grasping at the table to remain seated. He focused on the figure who wore an all black cloak with the hood pulled down low covering half her face. Zeth's face turned white and he stammered out the words " You, Your here?"
The female figure moved closer to the table that Zeth was sitting at, she stopped and with both hands slowly removed her hood. "You did not think that your coming back would escape me did you?"
True fear shown in Zeth's eyes as he shook his head. Slowly he began to speak, "I had thought you were long away from this place by now."
She slowly sat down at the table across from Zeth. "No father, I stayed close." she looked around the empty meadhall. "These people took me in and helped me even after I tried to kill their beloved pet." She almost spat the last word out. "I have watched you true daughter frolic around, with that drow. and with her children."
Zeth stood quickly a coughing fit cut off his words, once he had regained his breath. He spat out with blood spraying across the table. "You leave them out of this, Or"
Wiping a few specks of blood off her cheek, "Or what?" she smiled, "You will kill me?" she stood up with great speed. "I do not think so old man, you tried that once before remember." she smiled as she slowly began turning around. "I am perfect!" she let the cloack fall to the floor to reveal a scantaly clad body. "Look father, Look at what you created." She leaned forward and placed her hands on the table. Leaning even closer towards Zeth, Her face was now only inches from his. Her voice was soft but cut like a knife as she spoke. "You stole from them, You picked them apart and used the best of each to make me." she paused. "Kill me," she laughed. "No one can kill me, my father made sure of that." She threw her hands out and held them up. With a raise voice and in a deeper tone with her head thrown back "I AM THE PERFECT LYCAN!"

Zeth stood, "Fine then just kill me and get it over with, but I beg of you to leave my children and grandchildern alone."
Zeth stood there watching her hoping that when the blow came it would be quick.
She lowered her head and looked Zeth in the eyes. "Kill you father, No I do not think so." she brought her hand up and rested her chin on her thumb two fingers drummed on the side of her cheek lightly. "That was so last month or many months ago." The corners of her mouth rose and a smile formed. "I did not come here to kill you." "that would be so easy for you." She paused watching Zeth's face. "I came to tell you that I will be leaving you alone and your family as well." She retrieved a pack from the floor and dumped its contents onto the table. "Oh and to return somethings I borrowed from you."
She turned picked up the cloak and wrapped herself in it once more. She stopped just short of the front doors, "Oh I am keeping the name though, it does seem to piss off your daughter, and besides I like the sound of it." With the door half way open she slipped thur only to stick her head back in. "Zandria MelGair, You will hear that name alot father, Thank you!"

Zeth watched her head dissapear once again, Then collasped to the bench. Looking around his eyes darting here then there. Zeth stood and walked weakly to the bar. He drained half a bottle of warm ale that was left open. Looking around again. He quickly gathered the stuff she had strown across the table and put it back in the pack. Zeth wanted out of this building and to be anywhere but here right now. But he knew she was out there. so he stayed put. Sitting with his back to the fire Zeth spent the rest of the night fighting sleep and watching the door.
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TheLivvingDoll · Adventurer Joined: 20 Mar 2010 Posts: 76

She'd taken her time with her bath, soaking in lukewarm water for over two hours. But sitting still trying to keep from scratching was not helping. With her little huntress fast asleep in her bed, she made her way to the Meadhall. She came in the back way from Merci's place. With the fact that the Oracle was only two houses over, it seemed the quickest way to get there.

She putzed around in her own little upstairs portion. She cleaned off counters, scrubbed the floor and put potions away. Jauntiung down the stairs before heading over to Ebon's to peak in on him, she threw open the door and came face to face with a figure placed stoicly in front of the fireplace.

Livvie was used to strangers, but this one was different. It seemed to regard her with a twinge on contempt and a demeanor that suggested it knew more than she did. It was unnerving.

Zeth MelGair · Journeyman Joined: 26 Feb 2007 Posts: 164

Zeth jumped inside when he heard a door open. He cut his eyes to the main doors. Movement from the back of the room caught his eye. Zeth didnt move his head just his eyes as the woman came into the main room. Zeth inhaled deeply, the smell of soap, flour, a hint of something Zeth could not place, and Ebon.

Zeth's mind raced back to those days in Umbra. Ebon had been one of Zeths most trusted friends there. "Now there is a blast from the past." Zeth thought to himself. Remembering all the times Ebon and himself had.

The womans movements towards the door snapped Zeth out of his thoughts and his eyes followed her across the room to the door. with out a word she let herself out the door.

As the door shut Zeth smirked then nodded "Good evening to you too." and went back to his own little world.
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