Scotland- Angus' cottage

[Angus McFillen]

Night..

It was silent. The sheep had stopped making the usual noises, leaving an almost serene peace as even the dogs did not bark. Everything was quiet, except the ragged breath of an agonized man laying on his bed in the only home he had ever known.
He was a man who knew little enemies. Werewolves could not hurt him, he was faster, Vampires could not hurt him, he was stronger,
And yet there he lay, on the bed covered with rags now almost drenched in blood, trying to stop the bleeding.
He was hurt, his chest covered in his own blood as if he had been attacked by something stronger, more powerful than he, which was almost impossible.
Almost, yet he was hurt.

Trying to stop the bleeding he had lain himself on the bed, but as if done by some spell the blood di not stop flowing. Anyone could see that it was a curse, of spell of sorts, for a strange symbol was cut in his chest.
Almost resembling a symbol everyone well knew, although asociated with the devil.

he did not call for ahelp, knowing no one was anywhere near the cottage to hear his plea for help, and he doubted sincerely that anyone could.
There was perhaps one person, but she had left a long time ago, a few nights before.
he hated to admit it, but her company would have been somehow... nice.

[Sezja Trendakova]

Her paws hit the ground as fast as they could...she could never go far....never to far away from him. He was to much like her. Their blood danced in a tango of pain, and ach, horror, and anger. And the thick sent of blood....his blood made her own boil with anger and pain and lose. She had lost to much in her years. She had seen to much pain happen because of what she was.
Her wolf form graced the misted vally. Her legs ached with the force she put into each stride as she came apon the cottage. The dogs did not bark....not yet at least. As they watched the bright red wolf race into the cottage and to his side. Her form shimmering and shapping as her hands laid on his chest. Her green eyes shimmered with rarely shed tears and she let out a long gasp.
"Angus....how?"
Her acent thicker then normal with the fear that now corsed through her veins.

[Angus McFillen]

"Ye came back..." Was the first thing he said, a frown on his face, drained from any blood. "I thought ye were off to see some relatives..."
A rather stupid thing to say, seeing his condition, but he had believed that she was too far gone to actually know what had happened.
Not that he would ever say it out loud, but he was glad that she had returned. His attitude towards werewolves had eased a bit, after he was bitten himself, but old habits died hard, and he had never said that he had wanted to be bitten.
And he still hadn't forgotten.

"I got attacked... down the path, on the other side of the stream." He said, raising this hand which held a bloodred cloth, to see underneath it, to check the wound. It was still bleeding. He began to wonder how much he had lost already, but his mind was in a daze, and thinking became harder.
"I don't know what she did.." He continued. "She was a witch I tell you, she struck me down... by some spell." It was virtually impossibly for any mortal, and most immortal to compete with his strenghts but that woman, she had lain him down so easily. "I couldn't move, she cut me."
A frown.
"And left again.." She had just left him there, on the ground, before he had found the strenght to fight the spell she had put on him, so he could transform back into a wolf, and run home.
The dogs had been with him, patrolling with him on both sides, but they had run to home as soon as they had sniffed her.

"She said, that it was a curse." He didn't believe in curses so much, he wasn't the man to fear, but confusion shone clear in his eyes. "I don't know what it means.."
The fresh wound was still bleeding too much, nothing could be made out of it yet, he couldn't see yet what she had written, or drawn on his chest, which burned like hell fire.

[Sezja Trendakova]

"Who can we contact Angus?"
Her head tilted as her hands pressed the cloth into the wound...trying to keep the blood from pooring out faster. A small sean of red sweat running down her forehead...
"I know of no one to call to you...but you know better, you know them better....."
She looked at him with worry in her eyes. Her wild untamed red hair seemed even more wolfish then normal. She bent down near him and let out a long deep breath.
"We can't lose you yet......."