Osha

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• The Pyre    Osha

  The hour was late, after hours of drinking and storytelling it was time to rest. Gertie and Ollie lingered behind in the kitchen, I had enjoyed the two of them very much. The more we drank the more Ollie came out his shell, he was knowledgeable for one whom had been in servitude for a great part of his life. Having a mind sharp as his, he was most excellent at telling jokes and stories. He admitted though, they were not conjured from his mind, but from the others slaves. Since I lived apart from my people I was never able to immerse myself in them, in my culture. In the darkness, they all sat, huddled together in small circle they each pondered the mystery of their future, if they did in fact have one. The loss of dignity and freedom left them with limited means of keeping hold of their humanity. Each one had a story to tell, perhaps about their life or particularly humorous moment that would gain some quiet laughter. For some, it was the stories told by candlelight as they lied snu

• The Pyre    Osha

  I rushed down the corridor, my dream repeatedly playing through my mind. I was consumed by anger, having felt cheated. Was my complete existence going to be like this, no matter what I did, would it all only surmount to this? I never asked for this life, for my mother to be taken, to be saved only to be indentured to someone. I only survived up to this point, never truly living but waiting for the next storm to brew. On some base level I was aware that I owed all I had to the brothers, they spared me from a most horrible fate. The fate of all the other poor souls who made up my race, they being treated lower than dogs, scraping by just to make it through to the next hour. They had no real chance at life, but as humans we fought to accept that inevitable end. I was torn, I was better off than them but the pain from my own life bore its weight. What did Misha and Yuri know of my mother? I needed answers, if anything else, I needed to understand. Why would they hide it from me? Did Pas

• The Pyre    Osha

  "Wake up my little flower." I knew that voice anywhere, Mother. I could feel her warmth, smell the distinguishing scent that from birth, told me was her. I cracked my eye, trying to stifle the hope that rose up in me. I couldn't move nor speak, there she was, clear as day. The sun shining in a halo around her figure, her dark chocolate waves rich in color as the light peaked through. Her face, glowing, her eyes the same pools of chestnut which I gazed into so many times before. I had never forgotten them, not once, they were etched into the fiber of me. Her petit pink mouth curved up in a knowing smile. I was completely dumbfounded and then the flood gates opened. I had no idea how, I didn't need to, she was here, that's all I needed. I flung myself on top her lap, sobbing. "My my, did we have another dream?" She cooed, stroking my hair. I struggled to regain composure but failed, I could only produce more sobs. "Osha, what happened?" She gently squeezed. Flashes of my life, of that

• The Pyre    Osha

  My mind was struggling to comprehend what had just transpired, I'd heard tales of the wolf tribes yet seeing one was a different experience entirely. I turned to Misha, Yuri's words echoing in my mind. He knew something about my mother, I could tell Yuri wasn't lying by the look on Misha's face when he said it. A red hot fury overtook me, I stomped over to him, his face giving nothing away, I slapped him, hard. "You knew my mother? You know what that meant to me! Why?!" I demanded, my body vibrating. He rose his head meeting my hot glare, his face was as always, impassive. "That's not your concern." He stated flatly. The fires inside me raged, his response only feeding it more. "Then neither am I, I'm leaving, I'll catch up with Yuri somehow. You will do nothing, I expect that won't prove to be too difficult a task seeing as how that is all you've done since I've met you." I spat, spinning on my heels towards the tree line. The harsh clap of his hand around my wrist stopped me, twis

• The Pyre    Misha

  I knew my mother was up to something, the way she addressed Osha earlier gave me as much. Hearing her offer her up like a slab of meat awoke a fury within me I could not fathom. What's more was the fact Osha seemed all too familiar with what was expected of her. Craster being a member of one of the three elite houses, it was apparent she gained to curry his favor. What puzzled me was the fact Osha was my mother's personal attendee, what would she gain from offering a mere servant to one of the elite? Unless...I frantically sought Osha out, sending my senses into overdrive as I searched for her heartbeat. I inhaled deeply trying to decipher her scent, my fangs lowering in response. There.I unleashed my full speed in her direction feeling her as she traveled further away, panic overcame me. I reached the garden in record time, the smell of Craster's blood invaded my nostrils. I could make out the signs of struggle and blood left behind from a skirmish, Craster ha

• The Pyre    Osha

  For a great deal of the evening and into the night, the 'King' urged, well rather demanded, that every house, rally and supply his kingdom for the ongoing war that had been raging for the past many years. My people, the humans began to raise arms against the vampyr race, churches poured out battle ready soilders armed with the word of God. Hunters were born specialized in the field of exterminating vampyrs from towns and villages with weapons forged with the very spirit of Christ. I admit I held the tiniest shred of hope, it was a fool's dream perhaps, for who could withstand the sure destruction of a tangle with a vampyr. I've seen what they are capable of, for one to be beaten, you would have to sell your very soul to the Devil for such power. Along with the shortage of weapons and soldiers, discord between the vampyrs and the few wolves tribes left rose steadily. The vampyrs held no regard for any race other than their own, much like the humans throughout history who've led peopl