Polyamorous Mates

Six

Jaxon:

We have just arrived at the Elder's Temple. I have only one memory of coming here and it was when I was younger, and had to undergo mandatory testing. I don't remember a lot of what happened that day. All I remember is being scared of the Elders and how they looked and communicated. Even thinking about it now scares me slightly. We walk as a group towards the Temple door and knock. The door is opened by an older gentleman with greying hair and frown lines. He was wearing a butler's uniform.

"Good afternoon gentlemen, the Elders are waiting for you in the main hall. Please, follow me and I will notify them of your arrival." The man says, gesturing down a grand hallway. We follow him to the end of the hall and to giant double doors. He knocks, and opens the door slightly before speaking to the people on the other side, "They are here." Is everything he says. There is no response to be heard. However, the man nods and opens the door for us to enter.

We enter the hall to see five old men ranging in age sitting on what looks to be thrones. Two of the men seemed to be not much older than me. One seemed to be in his forties and the last two seemed to be well in their sixties or seventies. They all had their mouths sewn shut - which I have recently learned is customary - so when I heard a voice in my head I was not all that surprised.

"We have been expecting you," The voice said. As they speak through a mind link, it is hard to tell who the voice was coming from, but, based on the sound of the voice, I am assuming it was one of the two that looked to be in their early to mid twenties. I can tell you however, that the voice unexpectedly had a Scottish accent.

"Good Afternoon Elders, it is always a pleasure seeing you," Archer greeted. "Allow me to introduce our Mate, Jaxon White." He finishes with a small gesture in my direction.

"Good Afternoon," is all I am able to say.

"Hello, lovely to see you again Jaxon. We understand that you have come here today to gain answers to questions about your current situation. We will answer some, but you may end up more confused than before you came," The same voice says.

"First, however, why don't we complete introductions of our own, for Jaxon's sake, as the last time he was here, he was only but a cub." Another voice says, however this time older. It must have been the man looking to be in his forties.

"Sounds like a good idea. I shall start. As you can not see our mouths moving, you must be confused on who is speaking. My name is Kellam and I am sitting on the far right." I turn my head and give a small nod of acknowledgement. Kellam is one of the younger Elders, only looking to be about five or six years older than me in appearance and has the unexpected accent. He has a sharp jawline and hair cut short on the sides and longer on top, and has the palest blue eyes I have ever seen.

"My name is Darmon, and I am sitting on the left of Elder Kellam." I turn and give another nod. Darmon is the man that looks to be in his forties. He has a well trimmed beard, maintained hair, sharp eyes, and a straight face. He is quiet attractive for an older gentleman I would say.

"My name is Heller. I am in the middle." Short. Sharp. I again give a nod of acknowledgement. Heller is one of the older gentlemen who must be well into their seventies. He has a balding head, strict face - straight lips, eyebrows pointed down and chip upwards, looking down on us further. He was the scariest of them all I would say.

"Hello, my name is Ronion and I am seated to the left of Elder Heller." He was the second man that looked to be in his seventies, however seemed to be kinder than the others. He has softer eyes, but still had the straight, serious mouth and eyebrows. He was also balding, but wore large steel frame glasses, showing his age even more.