Tuesday, February 15, 2011








Morgan is watching the tavern from across the street. By this time she is furious, her hatred and anger at those inside almost reaching a boiling point. She had word from Carbuncle that both queens had issued an order for her arrest and her punishment was to be death. Herne had set his riders after her too.

She laughs bitterly, They will have to find me first, and then capture me, which will not happen. I intend to get even with these bastards that brought me to the queen's attention. They never would have cared in the first place if that sniveling fuck Gareth hadnt cried about losing his faggot lover. Those fucking little annoying bugs must have found the poisons. I wonder if they found them all? The vampire has apparently recovered, but not easily. Serves him right for sticking his nose where it doesnt belong.

Morgan laughs, an evil joyless sound. Maybe I could burn the tavern down around their ears. Hmm... now theres a thought. But the babies would be lost. There are still those that would pay for them, no matter what the queens have said. Still....what a satisfying sight that would be, the tavern in flames, the screams....

She watches a group of shifters enter and a few humans exit. Jeb and the hell hound still guarding the front door. She watches a handsome young man walk down the street and her thoughts turn from burning the building down to sex. Maybe I can find him later....

Her gaze quickly switches back to the tavern and her thoughts to the men that spurned her. The vampire, the viking... idiots, preferring more human type women. And Gareth, the little fag, so stupid he couldnt figure out his lover was long gone.. The bartender, a traitor, serving cattle... And that rider... arrogant bastard...

Her shadow had seen the blue nymph as it watched through a window one night. I may not be able to get rid of a rider but I can do something about a empty headed little nymph. She cant stay inside forever...

Her thoughts make her furious and she bangs her fists down hard on a parked car. Her fists leave dents and set the alarm to a noisy ringing sound. She backs away, retreating further into the shadows, not wanting the werewolf at the door to see her. Smiling she sends her shadow from her. Go, find a window or back door. Find out what is going on in there...

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