Post by Mikael on Sept 11, 2015 2:50:21 GMT
Esther Mikaelson, Finn Mikaelson, Sage
What a revolting, sorry state this world had fallen to. In all the time he had wandered the face of this earth, he had only ever beheld improvement, progress, a constant upward spike. Yet, now...now, in five years alone, there had been a total reversal. And it was all a result of those idiotic humans, who could never cease in their violence against one another. He had not witnessed all of it, least of all the beginnings, for he had been trapped in that detestable realm so atrociously named "The Other Side", and the moment the veil had fallen, the moment he had finally be able to breathe the clean air again, free of the shackles of death once more, ready to avenge both his wife's and his own death, he, along with two other members of his precious family, had been captured by those imbecilic humans who claimed themselves "scientists", dabbling in the weak arts, trying every last scheme they could to stay alive, to survive in these troubled times, against the "Original Family" who had taken control.
It was just like Niklaus, to make a grab for power, when everyone was at their weakest, their most desperate, their most vulnerable. Such a coward's move. The only way he could ever grasp any measure of control over others was through such spineless, underhanded means. And, debatably worse than even this, the group who fancied themselves geniuses had actually attempted to blackmail him and his family, to use them to their advantage, against Niklaus and the others, the ones who held control of the last surviving city.
Much as he would love to the see the bastard taken out, he planned to achieve this through his own means, under the control of no other. It was therefore only prudent, only right, that he had led the others away from those group, before they had successfully managed to stick a single needle in him, to conduct any "experiments" which would apparently have made them "stronger". He didn't need any of their atrocious, cowardly methods to make him stronger. He was strong enough on his own, stronger than any one of them, and it was through this strength, and his faithless wife's magic, that they had made their escape.
And now...they were renegades. There were enemies on all sides, and they had no allies to rely on. Of course, this was just as well. They had no use for allies! They would get by on their own. It was what he had always done, and he would provide strength for the others as needed.
Take his current predicament, for example. He had left the others in the cave, the cave they had taken refuge in, the one they had claimed as their temporary home until all of this was finally sorted out, and had gone off on his own, to collect supplies. And, of course, by supplies, what he meant was food for the only human member of their collective. They had developed a system, a system which worked quite adequately for them. His darling wife, Esther, would provide the blood for both their son Finn and his betrothed, Sage. The two, in turn, would provide their blood as sustenance for him, and he had therefore taken it upon himself to provide both the food Esther would need and a few drops of his blood, to keep her healed. She was, after all, a key component in their survival, with the magic she supplied, to keep them hidden, and to ward off anyone who may wander a bit close for comfort.
And this hunt, like every other hunt he had gone on, had proved successful. He would not have returned if it hadn't been. The bear meat should suffice, and it could last a considerable time if preserved properly, and the berries would offer a source of hydration. He kept both in the pouch slung over his shoulder as he scaled the mountainside, taking care to place his foot precisely, in each crevice. It was a path that had been marked in his soul, by now, and it therefore took no time at all before he was standing at the opening of the cave, and giving it a single, loud knock, to indicate his return. It was an indication for Esther to lower the spell and permit his entrance.
What a revolting, sorry state this world had fallen to. In all the time he had wandered the face of this earth, he had only ever beheld improvement, progress, a constant upward spike. Yet, now...now, in five years alone, there had been a total reversal. And it was all a result of those idiotic humans, who could never cease in their violence against one another. He had not witnessed all of it, least of all the beginnings, for he had been trapped in that detestable realm so atrociously named "The Other Side", and the moment the veil had fallen, the moment he had finally be able to breathe the clean air again, free of the shackles of death once more, ready to avenge both his wife's and his own death, he, along with two other members of his precious family, had been captured by those imbecilic humans who claimed themselves "scientists", dabbling in the weak arts, trying every last scheme they could to stay alive, to survive in these troubled times, against the "Original Family" who had taken control.
It was just like Niklaus, to make a grab for power, when everyone was at their weakest, their most desperate, their most vulnerable. Such a coward's move. The only way he could ever grasp any measure of control over others was through such spineless, underhanded means. And, debatably worse than even this, the group who fancied themselves geniuses had actually attempted to blackmail him and his family, to use them to their advantage, against Niklaus and the others, the ones who held control of the last surviving city.
Much as he would love to the see the bastard taken out, he planned to achieve this through his own means, under the control of no other. It was therefore only prudent, only right, that he had led the others away from those group, before they had successfully managed to stick a single needle in him, to conduct any "experiments" which would apparently have made them "stronger". He didn't need any of their atrocious, cowardly methods to make him stronger. He was strong enough on his own, stronger than any one of them, and it was through this strength, and his faithless wife's magic, that they had made their escape.
And now...they were renegades. There were enemies on all sides, and they had no allies to rely on. Of course, this was just as well. They had no use for allies! They would get by on their own. It was what he had always done, and he would provide strength for the others as needed.
Take his current predicament, for example. He had left the others in the cave, the cave they had taken refuge in, the one they had claimed as their temporary home until all of this was finally sorted out, and had gone off on his own, to collect supplies. And, of course, by supplies, what he meant was food for the only human member of their collective. They had developed a system, a system which worked quite adequately for them. His darling wife, Esther, would provide the blood for both their son Finn and his betrothed, Sage. The two, in turn, would provide their blood as sustenance for him, and he had therefore taken it upon himself to provide both the food Esther would need and a few drops of his blood, to keep her healed. She was, after all, a key component in their survival, with the magic she supplied, to keep them hidden, and to ward off anyone who may wander a bit close for comfort.
And this hunt, like every other hunt he had gone on, had proved successful. He would not have returned if it hadn't been. The bear meat should suffice, and it could last a considerable time if preserved properly, and the berries would offer a source of hydration. He kept both in the pouch slung over his shoulder as he scaled the mountainside, taking care to place his foot precisely, in each crevice. It was a path that had been marked in his soul, by now, and it therefore took no time at all before he was standing at the opening of the cave, and giving it a single, loud knock, to indicate his return. It was an indication for Esther to lower the spell and permit his entrance.
