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[Arakad]

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~Come back to us my son~

Stirring from his sleep, he sat up within the sheets of the bed looking down at his wife whom slept peacefully beside him. With delicate fingers he brushed away the stray hairs that marred her face, leaning down to place a delicate kiss upon her pursed lips. He slid out of the bed and slid his verity robe on, the shades of blue highlighting the dull blue brands that coursed his skin. Making his way quietly downstairs to the kitchen to pour himself a drink he couldn't help shake the feeling of the dreams he had, the voices that ran through his mind. And the memories that flooded him.

Not since the Ice Queen's forced entry to his mind, had he felt the migraine of memories being pushed to the surface. "Who are you?" Arakad whispered to the darkness around him, though the questioned was pointed to the face of the ancient Meer that spoke to him in his dreams. That called to him to return to the Anjur ways, to take up rune and word against his foes rather than the blade that has been useless up to now.

Sipping the water lightly from the pewter mug, he made his way quietly to the hearth fire sitting upon the couch before the flames as he tried to clear his mind.

~come to me, Arakad of the Thorn~

That voice again that echoed through his mind. No ... not in his mind now it whispered in the room itself.
"Who's there! the anxious and harsh tone of his voice suddenly surprised him, and he silently prayed it wouldn't disturb Tatiana's sleep. "I have little time for games old man ... show yourself or be gone."


The wind blew through an open window bustling against the tawny mane of hair braided down his back, leaping with a cats paranoia over the back of the couch he readied a traditional fighting stance to fend off the would be attacker. Yet there none stood. ~the soul crystal pulls you - follow it. come to us. return to the Anjur way.~

The voice blew upon the winds as it faded into the dark stones of the house, leaving behind an overwhelming sense of silence. "Why won't people just leave me alone ... first I'm neutered now I`m hearing rubbish ... stop fekin` with my mind ..." muttering under his breath he throws the pewter mug and water into the hearth flames, Turning quickly to the stairs to return to his loves side. Come morn' he'll then seek the answers he needs in the Lycaeum.

And then to the Kindred to see what they know.