for @Célnes or someone that can accept him into the pack :) his awakening
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Darkness had been the beginning and like most things, it had come full circle. Darkness had been the last thing he had seen before he saw nothing at all. Niklaus knew there had been fire, there had been blood and from the distance he had heard her screams. Raw, loud and begging as the flames took her and Niklaus could do nothing for her but watch as the flames danced in her terrified eyes, the fallen tree and flames dancing before him as he watched her be engulfed. Smoke had filled his nose as he heard his brother, his voice roaring after Niklaus as his vision blurred, the smoke pluming until it was all he could see. He fell, of that he was certain but for how long -- Klaus could not be certain.
So he woke with a start, fury in his mismatched gaze as he hacked a cough as the taste of smoke clung to his throat. He could not help but realise there was no flames, no smoke, nothing burned and turned to ash. Instead, around him was a forest full of life and vibrancy -- not touched by a single flame. He sniffed, the smell of smoke still clinging to his fur though there was little proof around him to warrant it, but he had been there, he was sure. He had watched one of his sisters perish, he had heard the shouts and screams of the rest of his siblings and Gods, he had heard Theodoros call for him so desperately that he swore his deadened heart had beat once or twice.
His lip curled over his teeth as he tried to make sense of it all but he came up short, unless it were magic - but even then, what Gods had granted such a power and allowed it to be manifested in such a way? Against him, against his kin? They had been nothing but loyal to the Gods, he had been nothing but loyal to the Gods... he had given sacrifices where required, he had drank the blood as desired, as told by the Seers. As told by history! He had done it all, everything to remain loyal to the Gods and this is how he is repaid? How his kin have been repaid?
Niklaus in a moment of complete and utter dismay, simply laughed. It was cold and low, rumbling from his throat like a cackle of an old, ruthless witch. It tore from him like a leg from a rabbit, stringy and clutching. He looked around as he rolled his shoulders, his laugh dying on his tongue as he realised that in all of his insanity, he had woken in the lands so strongly claimed by another. Inhaling sharply, Niklaus realised that perhaps it was magic, perhaps it was not, but he would need to do what he could in a land he did not know. He thought it unlikely that they would believe his story of awaking in a land with no understanding of how he had done so but he would start there.
There need be no plan of manipulation, not quite yet. ^^
Darkness had been the beginning and like most things, it had come full circle. Darkness had been the last thing he had seen before he saw nothing at all. Niklaus knew there had been fire, there had been blood and from the distance he had heard her screams. Raw, loud and begging as the flames took her and Niklaus could do nothing for her but watch as the flames danced in her terrified eyes, the fallen tree and flames dancing before him as he watched her be engulfed. Smoke had filled his nose as he heard his brother, his voice roaring after Niklaus as his vision blurred, the smoke pluming until it was all he could see. He fell, of that he was certain but for how long -- Klaus could not be certain.
So he woke with a start, fury in his mismatched gaze as he hacked a cough as the taste of smoke clung to his throat. He could not help but realise there was no flames, no smoke, nothing burned and turned to ash. Instead, around him was a forest full of life and vibrancy -- not touched by a single flame. He sniffed, the smell of smoke still clinging to his fur though there was little proof around him to warrant it, but he had been there, he was sure. He had watched one of his sisters perish, he had heard the shouts and screams of the rest of his siblings and Gods, he had heard Theodoros call for him so desperately that he swore his deadened heart had beat once or twice.
His lip curled over his teeth as he tried to make sense of it all but he came up short, unless it were magic - but even then, what Gods had granted such a power and allowed it to be manifested in such a way? Against him, against his kin? They had been nothing but loyal to the Gods, he had been nothing but loyal to the Gods... he had given sacrifices where required, he had drank the blood as desired, as told by the Seers. As told by history! He had done it all, everything to remain loyal to the Gods and this is how he is repaid? How his kin have been repaid?
Niklaus in a moment of complete and utter dismay, simply laughed. It was cold and low, rumbling from his throat like a cackle of an old, ruthless witch. It tore from him like a leg from a rabbit, stringy and clutching. He looked around as he rolled his shoulders, his laugh dying on his tongue as he realised that in all of his insanity, he had woken in the lands so strongly claimed by another. Inhaling sharply, Niklaus realised that perhaps it was magic, perhaps it was not, but he would need to do what he could in a land he did not know. He thought it unlikely that they would believe his story of awaking in a land with no understanding of how he had done so but he would start there.
There need be no plan of manipulation, not quite yet. ^^
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