Hot sands

[lycanishblood]

It was quite hot in Mexico as it was coming into summer. Especially where all Arwen could see were sands and a couple of cliffs in the distance, besides the one that she was sitting on. That was of course, if she was affected by the heat. Her cold heart and mind where somewhat ignoring that fact that it was much hotter here then what she was use to. Even at night. Buts he could not think. And she was restless. Constantly restless. So instead of sitting and thinking she stood up and changed into her true form. Her massive Lycan form. Her Lycan form was truely not one to be reckoned with. Seven foot three tall and massive with snow white fur and blood red eyes, it was clear that she was old and powerful. The people that knew her wouldn't be surprised any more at the news that she was the oldest Lycan alive, older then any of the vampires alive, and the second Lycan in existance.

But most immortals knew of her. They did not know her personally but they had heard her story...... and they hunted her for it. Her story was constantly being spread...

The oldest Lycan, with eyes like dark wells and hair like flame, who turned to the vampires and worked for them, killing her own kind, only to betray them in the end. The Lycan that can throw eople across the room without just a flick of her thoughts, a wave of her had or a note from her voice, the Lycan that must be stopped before anything else.

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That was her legacy. That was how the immortal community viewed her, even the draconlurs hunted her now. NO WHERE was safe for her. So she never stayed in the same place,, not for more then three days. Always moving. Always hiding. This was not the life she wanted to live.

But it was the life that she had been cursed with. To see her only love die because he was trying to save her from her own imprisonment after he was released from him. To see her brother murdered and hurt. She could not take much more. She had thought many times about ending her life. BUt she didn't. So she raced through the burning sands in Lycan form, waiting for that feeling of fear to come, for someone to find her, and possibly a new fight for life....[/size][/blockquote]