Lunar Disposition

Always Comes down.

It's always something, Myra, thought to herself. Her brow caked with the cake-like dust that still lingered in the surrounding air. The nerves along her back quivered as the sensation of the webs that now cascaded around her soft auburn hair, the curls overshadowed by the overly thick webs. "How did I.." she wondered for a moment before deciding it was best to sit there and shrug it off. She'd be of age in three to two days' time, hadn't ever shown any sign of being the paranormal, let alone a shifter. So this had to be a fluke... Maybe a poltergeist threw her? Mean wasn't exactly the most abstract thought there had been. That was indeed what happened.. Hell would even explain that random voice that keeps coming from seemingly nowhere.

Oh, yes, because it's more plausible you're hearing voices from an unseen dead person than maybe be getting ready to maybe hit what the surrounding people are saying of age? The voice rang out with annoyance, though it struck her a little to close to home. If that were true, she'd be completely screwed, especially if she ended up with a mate. Especially one here in the Clan. Oh, don't be a prude, a little love-hate makes for some hot s*x. Just imagine being pinned up against the wall with your claws up on their shoulders digging into their flesh while they are pushed up against you mixing up their sweat, their blood, and juices up and inside of you. Marking and making you theirs and then you as they-

Gagging, she closed her eyes trying to recall how the day had progressed to this point, before the dirty bird voice in her head began talking, "No I can't. I am a human. Mistress Jade would have told me if I hadn't. I need to leave the moment I turn twenty-one!" she said to the voice as laughter filled her head as she felt a bit of unease come over her.

She did.. You're just to daft and bless your heart. We age relatively slowly.. Just.. well I mean with the blood you carry, you are actually an early bloomer by all means to us. The voice melded with a feminine tinge bathed in understanding, along with a bit of melody following after the words.. Almost like it was softly singing the words.

"I am going insane.. I wonder if I have what the humans call scitzopherenia", She wondered aloud as she stared up at the ceiling, ignoring the laughs and bits of protest from the two voices in her head. It was the only thing that would make absolute sense, especially right now. Hell maybe she was just having a nervous breakdown. Not willing to address let alone try to make sense of what was being said to her currently. Sitting herself up on her fore arms from the floor they once laid on, now upon her shoulders, it stretched out to the floor to where it branched out almost like a veil. A funny thought given all that's gone wrong within the past twenty-four hours. Myra closed her pale green eyes, letting out a small sigh, trying to keep quiet still. The last thing she needed was to make any more noise while the council was here. She was only supposed to be cleaning after all. If the master's words were recalled correctly..

Oh yes, let's recall what happened! The feminine voice began to ring as Myra began to feel something stir in the back of her head, almost like this voice was indeed coming from within her.. Much like Sasha had once explained if she felt talking to her own wolf. That thought and small realization made her freeze in her very movements as her blood ran cold. But if this voice was indeed that, then who-rather what was the male-like voice that seemed to echo around the room she was currently in, or in any of the rooms she'd been in.

Calm yourself.. She needs to go through the phasing first.. The male voice rang out now sounding to be in front of her, even in the barely lit attic, she couldn't see anything even as her pale eyes began to glow teal, her heart racing as she began to feel the effects of a tiny panic attack begin to set in as she tried to come to some sort of terms, and or answer as to what was going on with her.

But She's due to technically shift any time! Which means what if that thing he was packing is for us? 'Oh Gods if this is really her wolf, then she felt sorry when she told Sasha there was no way the wolves could sound that thirsty.' her heart raced in her ears as she could hear the thundering of the blood rushing through them echoing through her as her body felt like it was getting smaller and bigger all in the same time. A cold sweat covered her as the hollow sensation in her abdomen seemed to go through her to the floor, her breath hitching in her throat and hands curling into themselves as she felt the blood poor out onto the floor a bit.

Then we cut it off. Mean it's most likely diseased, mean to think of everything it's humped? Not even a glory hole would let that thing near it. The male voice called out as she felt a small bit of relief at the comment, but the fact her shoulders were now starting to feel like they were on fire, she couldn't help agree with the male letting her body ride through the different nerves and emotions. She began to rock slowly before looking up to the ceiling when she could somewhat feel the surrounding room without it feeling like it was trying to close in on her.

"Sh-Shut up!" She managed to squeak out as she put her hands to her head and began to move around least... well she tried. Though with the conversation, the two voices seemed to continue having and the overall recollection of what happened earlier in the day made her laugh silently. 'Geez.. Whoever ends up stuck to that moron for life, I hope the gods will take mercy upon them.. And prevent any litters from coming out of that' she thought silently to herself, a tremble going down her back as she tried to cautiously move herself away from the web-tasterfy she found herself in. Unaware of the commotion going downstairs, she felt the cold wash over her nerves to the nape of her neck where it began to feel red-hot. Taking a step forward, she was met face to face with a blackened spider waving its little legs in a panic that seemed to set the final nail off in her overstimulated hell. A high-pitched screech left her as she fell back, the weight of her small frame being all that the floor needed to cave in as she fell through the air. She closed her eyes shut for the impending impact. Though instead she felt something.. Well, kind of warm, hard, and being honest, kinda squishy. Keeping her eyes closed, she felt around feeling the strange fabric much like the silken couch in her mistress's dressing room. Though she didn't recall the scent of slow roasting cinnamon bark over mint chocolate being an aroma anywhere in the household. Least not as long as she'd been in the household. The squirming followed by curses of the "couch" made her instantly wish the spider had just killed her, though as she opened her eyes she was met with piercing dark green eyes glaring at her, followed by the sudden commotion seeming to happen all around her on cue. "f**k"

Fuck.

Fuck me daddy

Do you really think right now is a good idea to be making such comments!? Myra and the male voice began shouting in their own minds at the female voice as Myra began squirming to remove herself from the man. Not realizing as she moved her body in an upright position, she had effectively rubbed her upper body on him and ground her hips along his before resting her hips onto his, right along the man's now excited member.. Where his hands now reached forward and held her hips right there, making her feel him beneath her. Her whole face was nearly as brightly red as her hair as she tried to stammer out anything. "I. Am. So. Beyond. Sorry." She managed out as she began tearing up unsure as to what was going to happen, her previous panic attack not exactly helping with the situation as she felt herself beginning to slide right back into one.

"I thought you said there wasn't anyone else in your home, Rivers." The man's voice was cold, authoritative, and filled with a strange melody underneath it as his thumb rubbed her right hip as if to try and comfort her, though it was also there to make sure she didn't move one way or the other making his length press up against her no matter what she did. Her face was flushed in more than just embarrassment, too much was going on with very little actually going on, and it honestly felt like she needed to just sink into the earth, and let if swallow her whole. Not quite understanding why he didn't just let her up so she could scurry the hell away and get away from the whole situation. While she began feeling her body contract on her again, mostly her ribs, she could feel the next attack coming in as she tried to find something to focus on to keep from having another one, feeling that sinking sensation in her chest as she looked around panicked, seeing Kendrick eyeing her in alert watching the man who had her in his hands. The tears in her eyes seemed to make something stir in Kendrick, his eyes almost black as he growled lowly.

His eyes locked directly to where the man's hands were on Myra along with the apparent distress in her eyes, something in him stirred as felt Robert beside him also sit up a bit stiff at the sight. Though he wasn't concerned about Robert, for all he knew he was upset that his mommies favorite couch just got coated in ebri from above. "Excuse me, If you wouldn't remind releasing My-" he began before getting cut off and earned the one and only Becky a growl as she shot him an annoyed look.

"Well, yes, she's not technically apart of the Clan, she was one of the late Mistress's charity cases." The madam began as she twirled her drink and took a small drag from her cigarette. Looking to the side to see both Kendrick and Robert with their eyes locked on the girl. Raising a brow, she looked back to her husband, who looked beyond enraged, though not at the scene before him, but at her words. Mouthing for her to shut up.

"Charity." The word hung heavily in the room and as he sat up he moved her head to his chest letting her ear rest against his chest next to his heart, toying with the strings to bonnet on her head as she looked to Kendrick's eyes still in a panic as he kept eyeing the man in a predatory type of way grinding his teeth a bit as he tried to bite his tongue. "So then Ms. River"

"It's Madam-" Becky began trying to correct and assert some sort of control, not wanting to be seen as less than, though not realizing, or just being aware of the situation in a whole as to what was going on around her.

"Miss. River." The man raised his voice, placing his hand on her lower back to keep Myra from moving as she jumped a bit whimpering as she felt him beneath her move and a soft grunt leave him. Her flushed face and panic in her eyes didn't leave as she kept her eyes on Kendrick. Who in return looked about ready to dive over to grab her from the male. Though as the man adjusted to lean back on the chair a bit effectively, having her slowly grind on him, she closed her eyes quivering in his arms, hiding her face, tears falling and going to the blazer against her cheek. "You treat all your previous luna's 'projects' with little respect?" Three growls escaped the three other men in the room as Becky shrank back into her chair trying to look anywhere but at the man, who seemed to be wreaking of authority, something that could be assumed as an alfa type aura. Though at that moment Myra was more concerned about getting off this man sooner rather than later. Especially with being this close to an unfamiliar man in this way, especially with her legs spread and her warmth against him. "This one will come with me, seeing how she's not your kin."