Kragdon

PART 1: The Portal

Note: Fuyrsha Queen/Most High, Kran'al King/Mighty Lord, s' The.

Note 2: Chornas Demon a demon oracle. It has a long snout and can reach up to five feet tall, its body is covered in viscous fluid and its eyes are blood red with orange slits. They usually live in a dung hut, and they smell like rotten eggs.

By the time Faith had found her way out of the forest and back to the graveyard that she was originally in to begin with the sun was already high up in the sky. She would have gotten out sooner than she did if she hadn't of gotten turned around there for a second or two and the fact that her shoulder still hadn't stopped bleeding. She was covered head to toe in cut and bruises, her left ankle was sprained (which explain why she was limping), and from what she could feel she had two broken ribs, maybe a few more. Though she hurt and every time she moved her pain spread through her body, she still kept moving. To her it felt like her brain and instincts were at war, her instincts were telling her that she should stop and rest while her brain was telling her to keep moving until she reached the hospital. She decided to for once ignore her instincts and to follow her brain and get help.

By the time she had come to her decision, she had already left Pine Creek Cemetery and was only three blocks away from Denver General. Faith was still hobbling down the street, now two blocks away, when a black SUV had speed past her in the same direction that she was going for. She didn't really pay that much attention to it at first; she was in too much pain. It wasn't until the car made a u-turn about a block passed her and started gunning for her that she really took notice. At first she thought Council and made to dive out of the way as it jumped the curb. She had landed into a bush that was nearby before it hit her. With her slayer hearing she heard the SUV come to a screeching halt a few feet away from her so she started to crawl towards the forest that she had just left. When she dived she aggravated her shoulder but ignored it and continued crawling using the bushes for cover. She could hear the Council's henchmen a few yards behind her looking through the grass, yelling at each other about missing her. 'I guess B must've pissed them off' she thought as she continued to crawl towards the trees. She was thinking that if she just made it there then she could move along the edge of it for the rest of the way of the way to DG hospital.

It was then that she heard a gun shot ring out in the distance behind her. She didn't know if it was the grounds keeper of the cemetery or the council's henches.
It was then as she was pondering where it had come from that she felt someone or something grab her arm and pull her somewhere to the left. At first she thought that the henches had discovered her so she tried to fight back, but she was too tired and weak from the blood loss that she had endured and from the fight with the Alpha to put much strength behind her punch and shoves. She thought she had at least gotten in a right hook at the stranger's face before she blacked out.

Marcus starred down at the beauty that had collapsed in his arms finally after much struggling. He wasn't sure why but he had felt an instant kinship with this strange woman. When he first woke up, about a mile or two away from where he had tracked her, he had the strongest feeling that one of his kind was close to him. As Marcus took a closer look at the woman in his arms he thought that she looked familiar somehow, like he had seen her after the change. It wasn't until he caught her scent that he recognized her for who she was. s'Kran'al's murderer and heir; both in blood and bite. She was the same creature that had followed him to the clearing.

It was then that another gunshot rang out in the distance that Marcus looked up and took a good look around his surroundings and noticed that there were hunters in the distance to the right and heading straight towards him. Not wasting another moment, he swung his queen up in his arms and started to run away from the direction that the hunters were coming from. He knew that if he got to the clearing then he and the girl would be safe if only for a moment. Marcus could also tell that the hunters really didn't care about him, that they were just after her. That it also didn't matter that he appeared to be both a man and an innocent to those who were hunting s'Kran'al's heir, if given the chance they would kill him also just to get rid of any evidence or witnesses that was in connection with the girl.

Running through the woods towards the clearing that he and his kin were at last night, praying to every god that was willing to listen that they would make it safely.
Marcus took a sharp left and cut his arm on a tree branch that was a good ten feet near the entrance of the clearing. It was then that the woman started to come around. He didn't have time for questions right know, he could feel the hunters gaining they were right behind them. Though he could probably take them in hand in hand combat if he was alone and they weren't carrying guns. But right now his main priority was protecting his Fuyrsha, and getting them both home before the magick energy dissipates. Chanting the words of the ancients, Marcus called forth the portal that would take him not only home but someplace safe. They had reached the middle of the clearing just as the portal was opening. Taking one last look behind him, Marcus could see that the men were not that far behind he could also sense that they had spread out to block all sides of escape. He took a deep breath, holding the woman tighter against him and jumped.

It was then at that last second that Smith and Wetherby who were being flanked by three or four other henchmen emerged from the clearing.

"Shit... Where... did... they go?" asked Wetherby still panting slightly from running through the woods.

"'ow the 'ell should I know, do I look like a bloody wizard too you." Smith barked out at Wetherby.

"NO. You look like a Chornas Demon which is why I thought you would know. 'Cause u sure as bloody 'ell look and smell like one." Wetherby yelled out causing some of the others to laugh much to Smiths annoyance.

"Shut the 'ell up," he snapped at Wetherby, seething with anger, and then to the others said, "That goes for you too, you ponce' little prats. Now spread out, search the forest, 'hey couldn't of gone far. Find them. Now!"

The other henches scattering away in separate directions, to look for the rogue and whoever she was with. Now if they had bothered to look a little closer at there surroundings, both Smith and Wetherby would have noticed the shimmering pool not five feet in front of them making the tiniest ripples. Just as they turned their backs the portal closed to be no more until the one who would rule would open it again on the next blue moon. The Kragdon.

On the other side of the portal in his home dimension Marcus stood to his full height, and looked around his surroundings. He looked up and saw much to his relief the dimensional door close. It was then that he felt a stirring in his arms. He looked down and was captivated by the darkest brown of eyes that looked almost black in the dim light that surrounded them. He was completely hypnotized by her eyes and beauty, he felt his heart swell. He wondered why.

Faith had no idea where she was, or what happened for that matter. The only thing that she remembered was crawling away from the council, then being grabbed by the arm and then the next thing she knew she was being carried by some stranger back to the clearing that she had left at sunrise. As she and the stranger neared the clearing she felt a gust of air and then felt as if she was flying. At first she thought she was just hallucinating from the blood loss, so she closed her eyes again and drifted off back to the land of nod. Feeling the sensations stop, she started to wake up and only open her eyes to find herself to be staring at yellow cat like eyes.

"What the..."