The Coyote & The Serpent

A Party in a Graveyard

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"Oh my gods congrats! You're a full fledged now!" The voice of a young girl calls out as she tosses her frame into the arms of the reborn.

"Yeh! Hurt like a bitch though..." The figure retorts, complaining about their excruciating tasks, their eyes seem to grow distant as they recall each and every detail; the nude man's blood streaking across the sand, stone and his flesh as the dark claws rip and tear through his throat; the way the fire slowly crawled over their own skin afterwards, taunting them like a Serpent baring its fangs, screaming that it'd kill them, but never getting it over with.

"Hey, I think I know what will raise your spirits~" the girl hums almost musically, resting her chin in the crook of the figure's neck while wrapping her long arms around their waist from behind, gently caressing their stomach.

"Oh..? What's that?" The figure turns and looks at the maiden leering over them before she plants a soft kiss on their newly healed lips, "Mmph--! Hm..I'm still a little sad~" they say snarkily, their lips curling into a devious yet playful smirk, and so she gifts another kiss, and yet another, and another, until they're both laying on the pillow-like sofa in eachothers arms, their individual attentions enveloped in eachother entirely. A few hours pass of gentle affection and words of affirmation, the young figure spoke softly.

"Ya know..I haven't seen my dad since before the rebirth.." their voice seeming almost croaky, like their were on the cusp of balling their eyes out, the only thing seemingly holding them back was the enticing crackles of the fire in front of them and the embarrassment they'd surely be overwhelmed by if they started crying in front of their love. The girl looks up at her partner, only glancing at their offset eyes for a moment before joining them in staring at the whispering flames.

"I haven't seen him, sorry.." They could feel a few tears swelling up in the corners of their misty eyes, many thoughts rushing through their already stressed mind.

"He couldn't have just left, why would he? The King just said he went with a hunting party and there was an accident, but why would he go on a hunt without telling me? And what accident would've---" The now tear stained child begins rambling, only to be firmly cut off.

"Enough! Just...stop! Please!"

"Wh-why..?"

"Just--! Listen..the topic of death just doesn't sit well with me, okay!? So...leave it, please!" The room goes silent, only the lick of the flames against the timber and coal filling the chamber with whispers, before a hesitant sentence is muttered by the now tear stained reborn.

"Okay..."

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[Derek's Apartment, Saturday Afternoon]

"Okay, so we checked the Bestiary, and yes, Dragons are a thing! The only problem is, we've never seen one or even heard of one, out of all the things that we've seen, a Dragon seems to be somewhat uncommon, or just really good at hiding." Stiles explains to the rest of the Pack in the room his theory, with the hopes that they'll trust in his instincts for once, "now stick with me here, okay? I did some background research into this person and no one knows anything about them! They're new in not only the School, but in Beacon Hills!"

"Sooo...They moved states, got it, but most monsters we've ran into are from Beacon Hills. If this person doesn't have any sort of history here, that doesn't really back your point of them having supernatural links then, right?" the group's youngest shifter, Liam, speaks up, alerting everyone to the hole in Stiles' theory.

"Yes that's true, but who does have supernatural links, and is not from Beacon Hills?" The entire room goes silent, each exchanging confused glances between eachother while Scott and Stiles stand in front of them expectantly, "...The Argents guys! And the Calaveras!"