Tears of Blood Part II: Last of The Wilds

Ch 10: Altar My Magic!

Chapter 10: Altar My Magic!

Key for this chapter:

Thoughts

///Elena///

//Alice//

/Thomas/

/-Jackson-/

Stiles

""Not an Actual Speech or Thought""

All Magical spells will be italized in Bold

Stiles woke with a start, breathing heavily he shook his head to clear the black tendrils of whatever crazy maddening dream he'd had. The dreamcatcher's captured most of the darkness from his dreams, but there were forever remnants of pain and fear that edged and circled like vultures hovering around his psyche and teasing and tormenting his peace.

Sighing heavily he sat up and pulled away the bandages, the wound had all but healing, leaving a thin scar, that would forever remain slightly pink, a darker shade to his pale as snow skin. And here Stiles had been wishing to at least achieve a bit of a tan.

Turning to Jackson he watched the gentle rise and fall of the wolf's breathing and leaned closer and breathed in once before whispering, "însănătoşi" and leaned down to kiss the skin just above his heart.

Stiles smirked softly, "Heal Jax", he murmured and carefully extricated from within the vehicle and slid down to the ground, stretching he closed the rear, leaving about an inch of space for some fresh air, it'd help with the healing, for now, he needed to pee, and take a walk, probably a jog and to play a little.

Grinning he stretched and jogged over to his side of the camp and climbed over the bridge scaling down the edge and jumping down into his shower.

Shivering at cold onslaught of water that fell onto his person, he whooped at the frigid refreshing feel of the shower and closed his eyes briefly.

"Reveni toate Cunoscuții excepția Przemysław", he whispered.

Mists and flames gathered and spiraled around his frame, as his spirits returned and he calmed down, energy returning to him.

Switching off the water he dried off with his orange and blue towel, and hurriedly changed into something warmer, the chilly air having adverse consequences on his freshly showered skin.

"Time to go", he grinned as he pulled on one of Derek's Henley's and stretching idly as he did some warm up exercises.

Stretching with some squats, he hummed, "I should get some practice rounds in", he hummed and unpacked a few of his hidden weapons.

Straightening he turned in a single leap and turned around pointing due East.

"Okay", he nodded, and "East is East indeed", he grinned.

And somewhere Om Puri would be cringing in exasperation.

Snorting to himself he started walking and humming his own tune that made him feel comfortable, his magic danced under his skin, playfully urging him to have fun.

Jogging he let the wind guide him until he came upon a clearing, ran in tandem, not following a particular circuit, just running.

Sixty minutes and then some of feeling his muscles protest despite only running. Eventually he stopped and noted amused as Sourwolf the wolf overtook him, chasing down his mist bunnies, and then jog back, two gently in its maw and placed on his lap. Stiles slid down and stared at the morning sky, they'd reached the edge of the Hills' lookout point.