Back to where it all began (Caelyn)

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Back to where it all began (Caelyn) Jun 22, 2015 9:35:56 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2015 9:35:56 GMT

Morgan left the cemetery with the werewolf girl and made a brief side trip before heading out to that grove that held the old tree stump where it all began on that fateful night a week after the Hale Fire. In fact it had been six long years since he had been back to this grove. But he stopped off at the Stilinski residence, asking the girl to wait out side as he collected a few things from his chest which he promptly stuffed in to a duffel bag and he locked up said chest tight and left it in the guest room before locking up the House which had been his home six years ago. Thankfully Stiles had not returned and nor had the old man. He did not want to let the girl suffer any more from the residual scents of the emotions that riddled the House and he left back through the front door and slung the bag over his shoulder and locked up. He led the girl from the House to the Preserve, where they trail blazed deep into the woodlands where the trees seemed sicker and sicker as they went, the woods would seem as if they where dying from an unnatural cause and if Morgan noticed this he said nothing to the girl. But he did say something as they walked the trails in the pitch black night.

“it just occurred to me we know not each others names… I am Morgan Stilinski”

Regardless if the girl told her name to him he pressed on through the trails, and he paused and craned his head around as if to listen to the silence of the woods. It was far to silent and he knelt on the ground and unzipped the duffel bag and pulled out a quiver filled with arrows and slung it over his shoulder and belted the strap so it would stay in place and pulled out an ornate long bow which ironically resembled the type of bows used by the elves in Lord of the rings. He shouldered the duffel bag again before leading the girl further in along the trails. He eventually veered off the trails into the wilder parts of the Woods and followed an unknown path that lead to the old tree stump and the ruins of the Hale House beyond.

“Not much further… what I want to show you will be coming up soon and if you wanted to pay your respects to the Hales there ruins of there home is nearby as we are on Hale land”

Morgan lead her further deep into the wilds, stepping over exposed roots, and rotten leaves on the floor of woodland. It was far to quiet and the only sign of life was the breath he and the girl drew from the eerily haunted woodland. He did not like this… the Preserve had been more alive six years ago, just what had happened to Beacon Hills in his absence? He looked to the girl as they continued on.

“I don’t like how silent it is here… even in the middle of the night one would at least hear some form of animals about but it seems the further we go into the preserve and closer to where I want to take you, it seems more and more devoid of life…”

Morgan finally led the girl around the final twists and bends of the wilder parts of the woodlands and they turned into the grove with the old gnarly tree stump and it was huge and one could only imagine what the tree had looked like before it was cut down. He scanned the grove and was repulsed with what he saw. Everywhere corrupted magical energy leaked out from the tree stump in pulsing waves and he shuddered at the feeling of it. So he looked to the girl and spoke quietly.

“I wanted to show you this tree stump… and I wanted to ask if it was this stump that drew you here to Beacon Hills?”

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Notes; Note if anyone else wants in on this thread PM me about it, but for the most part this is set straight after Another Trip
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Back to where it all began (Caelyn) Jun 22, 2015 10:35:35 GMT

Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2015 10:35:35 GMT

Lyn quietly followed Morgan to the Preserve, occasionally pausing to test the air. When they ventured further into the woods, she let her eyes shift to their natural color as she used the enhanced vision of her wolf counterpart. Something wasn’t right here, and she wrinkled her nose, but didn’t say anything. She was fairly certain Morgan had noticed it already. When he broke the silence to introduce himself, she smiled a little, before turning to him for the moment. “Caelyn Farley. Nice to meet you, Morgan, even if the circumstances were a bit unusual.”

She had no trouble at all to keep up with him and in fact almost ran into him when he stopped, keeling on the ground to get something out of his pack. When she saw the quiver and bow, she almost laughed. “Really, you’re going all Lord of the Rings on me now?” She rolled her eyes. “Well, as long as you know what you’re doing with that… can’t hurt to be too careful.” Absentmindedly, she reached for the slingshot she kept in her pocket. It still felt odd, carrying a weapon, but she had stopped relying just on her natural weapons after losing her pack. As Omega, you could never take enough precautions, and with her remaining strength and reflexes, even the small slingshot could do enough damage. Plus, you rarely had ammunition problems and it was nice and quiet.
Lyn nodded when he told her the ruins of the Hale House were close by, but didn’t make any move to look for them. It wasn’t so much that she didn’t want to pay her respects, but she had seen enough charred ruins to last her a lifetime.

It was far too quiet in the woods, and Lyn was once more on edge. There should at least be signs of wildlife here, but the eerie silence was only disturbed by their breath. She frowned, sending her senses further out, but she couldn’t detect anything that would have calmed her. Something was wrong in these woods, and she had a feeling they got closer to the source.
“Especially in the middle of the night. There should be all sorts of creatures out right now.” She shook her head. “Something isn’t right here, and I’d like to know what it is.”
Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t anything good.

When Morgan led her to the grove and she caught sight of the huge tree stump, Lyn drew in a sharp breath, crossing the last distance with a few quick steps and carefully reaching out to the tree, but without actually touching it. Another one cut down and abandoned…
“This shouldn’t have this much power anymore.” She said grimly. “Something happened here, and I would bet my right hand that it wasn’t something good.”
She turned abruptly back to Morgan. “What do you know about this?”
Tree stump… he didn’t know the proper term, but he did seem to know how powerful it was and had once been. That was no surprise… a Nemeton was something that every supernatural creature could feel, in a way.
“As for your question… yes, I think this was what drew me here. And I dare say it did the same with too many other supernatural beings.” And not just the nice ones, probably. Philippe’s words came to mind, and finally Lyn believed that she understood them. A beacon had indeed been lit when this place got some of its power back. A supernatural beacon. Small wonder there were so many packs around.
More than ever, she wished her Mentor was here. And, as she couldn’t have that, she just hoped that at least there were a few capable druids around. Beacon Hills seemed in serious need of someone restoring balance.

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