The fire licked a the edges of the pit, twisting sensually in the air, as if it had an audience, seducing any victims willing enough to watch. Music thrummed throughout the woods, crawling and filling the gaps in the trees, the beat vibrating up her arms. The moon peaked from the edges of the clouds, rushing over the group of people, as if a hand passed over the skin of each individual, shadows danced on the lit ground.
Wind teased through her hair, grabbing and pulling at the thick waves, Nolah exhaled, a shiver passing through her as the arousal of the people hung over her in a fog. Clenching her teeth, annoyance ringing in her body, her shoulders clenching, nerves racked through her mind, doubt biting the edges. Mint green eyes scanned the clearing, bodies were dancing, hands drifting across soft curves, exotic movements entrancing the eye, as if each couple were speaking in their own language. It was sensual, lively, hot.
A tufting noise escaped her mouth as hunger speared somewhere deep inside of her, a type of hunger food couldn't quench. A deep wrenching feeling she couldn't quite ever fill since the Timing had began.
"Would you at least get up and talk to someone?"
Nolah glanced over at her brother, who appeared in front of her. His nose curved upward stubbornly, his hair toppled into his eyes in thick waves. His jaw unevenly set, one side a tad bit longer than the other, pulled into a squared chin. Creases crunched at the corner of his eyes, as he grimaced at her.
Annoyance speared through her, "Avalon, no, you dragged me here, I am not going to act like I'm all that into it."
Frustration crossed his face, pulling his lips in a tight frown, "Look, Nolah, you need to ea..."
"Don't, just don't mention it!" Anger seeped into her voice, causing her usually high pitch, to strain, a roll of her eyes had a grunt escaping her brothers.
Silence stretched between them, an uncomfortable one that pressed against Nolah's nerves. Irritation blossomed inside of her, not towards her brother, but as to what there relationship had become. Ever since her Timing had started and the hunger was a constant pull, their relationship had become strained.
A sigh escaped her lips, as if a weight pressed down onto her shoulders, "Look...
Inhuman snarls erupted at the lining of trees, Nolah's head snapped over, curiosity spiking in her blood. A gut wrenching growl, demonic, a sound that gurgled in the back of someone's throat, vibrated deep in the chest. The howl echoed in the clearing, bouncing off the trees and mountains, it sent a chill down Nolah's spine. The commotion had captured everyone's attention, the once entrancing dance had come to an end.
"We don't want your kind here!" A man hissed.
His eyes glowed a blood red, his hair cut short to his head, the vibrant red shocking against the eyes, the color was so vibrant, some people would have thought it was from a box, reality had it, his hair was very much real. Sharp pointed ears slid along the side of his head, his features morphing, the hidden creature inside peaking at the edges.
He was a fairy gout, something Nolah recognized from school, his hair and ears a dead give away. Unlike the myths and folk tales, fairy gouts were actually demons, they were adrenaline junkies, always looking for a show down, and they were very demonic.
"Lycras!" A hiss beside her, had Nolah glancing side ways at her brother.
A snarl ruptured from the clearing, it swept through Nolah's body even before she felt the suffocating power rush, slide over the land and along her skin as it pressed against her.
"This is sacred ground," A man snarled, the word barely formed, his voice coming out gravely, each syllable growled.
A shiver swept down Nolah's spine as she watched. The man was large, towering over the red haired hair fairy gout, with broad shoulders and a burly body packed with straining muscles. His eyes glistered reflecting the light that entered them, rough ragged breaths passed through his lips. His hair was chopped short to his head, with a arched jaw, that angled sharply. Nolah's eyes ran over the length of him, hunger that had ebbed from the unusual buff, reared inside of her
She saw the moment his body tensed, his hand clenching, shoulders drawing up. She sucked in a breath when those eyes turned to her, desire bubbling inside of her as he stared. a hard set to his jaw.
"Diseasha's!" A voice hissed.
Snarls and growls ripped in the air from the Lycras. It was an offensive term, meaning disease and Nolah's body tensed at the word.
"Enough!" The man bellowed.
Silence struck from the group, thick tension pressed down amongst the group. No one would make a move, this was sacred ground, blessed fro a holy priestess back in the 20's.
A screech pierced the air, pressing against Nolah's ear drums, A cream that crippled movements, that howled from deep within, the cries of a million agonies.
