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- Published: Tuesday, 08 October 2013 23:00
- Written by Mike Cropo
Wolves and Dragons of the Blood: Revelations
Loras looked up when the door to her private office slid open and the older, but still very beautiful woman came in dressed in only a thin robe around her full figure. Loras knew her to be nearing sixty thousand years old, but she looked barely a day past fifty years of age and her figure told everyone that very thing. Rylin may have been the Elder Priestess of their Pack, but she was not without her means. The day Warim had been assassinated she had shown up to care for Loras and she had remained to this day. Loras watched as Rylin took the couch opposite her spot in her chair.
“You look as if you have questions Matriarch.” The older woman asked.
“Knowledge is power as Garget says.” Loras spoke.
Rylin nodded her head. “It certainly is…” She said. “And that old fool has been saying that very thing for millennia.”
Loras laughed softly. “Yes, he has.”
“So what troubles you Matriarch?” Rylin asked her.
“You heard what Lazar told me?” Loras asked her.
Rylin nodded her head. “Your son with Osrod Aspion thankfully does not share his father’s quest for more power. He has too much of you in him and that is why Osrod does not trust him. He fears him Loras.”
“I know.” Loras spoke softly.
“Only a igord believes that we are the only Lycavorians out among the stars.” Rylin spoke. “Osrod’s amlian father discovered that painfully with the Tri-Alliance and ruined any chance that we may have had to improve our own people.” (Idiot)
Loras nodded her head. “I know.” She said. “But now he is putting my son into the same position. He undoubtedly has ulterior motives that he is not sharing with Lazar. I know him too well to not realize this.”
“Lazar is far smarter than his father Matriarch.” Rylin told her. “He will not do what his grandfather did.”
Loras looked at her. “But have I put him into a position where he must think and act like a person he is not Rylin?” She asked her. “In order to protect myself?”
Rylin gazed at her intently for a long moment. “You know that you have not, but that is not what concerns you is it? You have seen or heard this name he spoke before haven’t you. The name he told you. This Androcles?”
Loras met her eyes and nodded slowly. “In the Vomir’s Tomes.” She answered.
Rylin leaned forward. “Truly. And what did the Tomes say?” She asked.
“It was the Ninth Tome of Knowledge. Vin gente vinn’ tryn ardus mornar mero shylon un vada darsam.” Loras answered ever so softly, as if speaking a sacred oath. “Mornar jen sha tor Androcles.” (He came upon fiery wings and he brought death to the unjust. And his name was Androcles)
Rylin looked at her with suddenly very wide eyes. “You are certain of this Matriarch?” She asked.
Loras nodded her head. “I remember reading the passage several times in this particular Tome.” She spoke. “I thought it was odd because the Tome said he was an Alpha of the Highest Order and that his name came from a long dead race that had been reborn.”
“The Highest Order?” Rylin gasped. “That would… that would mean that he descends from the Six original packs of Lycavore.”
Loras nodded her head. “Our mythical homeworld, yes.”
“Even I… Even I believed this to only be legend.” Rylin stammered softly. “Son vada carians… if this is true?”
Loras nodded her head. “Yes.”
“What else did the Tome say?” Rylin asked her.
Loras met her eyes. “It also said that he would be the first born son, the heir and one of three Heralds of Vada Fera Mard Revik.”
“The First True King.” Rylin whispered the words her face bright with energy and new wisdom. “The Prophecy of our people from before the time of Conformity, a hundred thousand years ago.”
Loras nodded her head once more. “You see what vexes me Rylin? What if this… what if this Androcles is… what if the prophecy is true Rylin?”
Rylin rose to her feet, setting her mug aside. “We must consult with Vada Vomir herself.” She spoke quickly.
Loras stood up as well at her words. “Rylin that is impossible.” She stated. “No one knows where the Vomir is. She went into hiding after Conformity because Osrod’s father put a price on her head.”
Rylin shook her head slowly. “I know where she is.” She stated.
Loras stepped closer to her. “How is that possible Rylin?”
The older woman smiled as she met Loras’s gaze. “Who do you think instructed me to remain close to you Loras Ranev? Vada Vomir is no fool. She knows who holds the values and prosperity of our people close to their hearts.” She squeezed Loras’s hand. “Change your clothes and meet me by the southern Tram. The trip to her will be quicker if we leave right away.”
THIS IS A SCI-FI/FANTASY NOVEL ORIENTED TO THE MATURE CROWD. IT HAS GRAPHIC LOVE SCENES AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS IN SOME RELATIONSHIPS. IT HAS VIOLENCE AND EXTREME LANGUAGE IN SOME PARTS. IT IS NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. I HAVE RECEIVED PERMISSION TO USE THE IMAGES ON THIS SITE FROM THE DIFFERENT INDIVIDUALS, OR TOOK THEM FROM THE PUBLIC DOMAIN. THOUGH MANY OF THE MEN AND WOMEN IN THE IMAGES DO FOLLOW THE STORY, THEY ARE IN NO WAY INVOLVED OR ENDORSE IT. AT LEAST NOT AT THIS TIME. WHO KNOWS IN THE FUTURE.