Damned Fates

Hail from frozen MN!!! Well I've finaly worked around the whole technology block with my heritage and got the computer Daniel(my Squire... If he hasn't already spread the word that he's no longer Dorean)that I am a not tech savy... And we wonder why... Anywho as I'm babbling on you probably wondering who I am... I'm Nathean, a Dragon in MN... No I won't tell you which branch... Arcadians and Katagaria we have our issues... And Racism is one of the biggest ones... I won't take it from the Hunters that I "work" with nor the other Were's. Got it?

Any way... Leaving a note to let everyone know MN is still ok and Dante's mate is as wide as a house and due any day now with her mixed litter... Poor things going to be frazzled with her kits... Dante extends his welcome... At a distance.... He reminds all that Dante's Inferno is one and to get your cold frozen asses in there for a laugh... Just leave his brothers and mate alone and well you'll be allow to leave in one piece.

Well then thats all... hoping no one became Daimon food this night.

Night all soliders of Artemis and the Damned we became when she heard us scream...

I log off of the site and glance at the clock, barely one in the morning... Too early to sleep... But Daimon don't seem to like hunting in the snow storms anty better than my scales like the cold... I shiver and grab a sweater... Too damned cold in Minnesota in the Winter... Gotta hand it to Wulf, his Nordic ass handles the cold way better than I do. 'He's expecting another one too...' The thought wanders in my head and echo's in my lonely heart. Damn... Can't think that path... Its been too long and I won't go back there...

I get up and pace restlessly around my den. Daniel is downstairs in the living room playing some obnoxious game on the xbox he so loves. I stalk out of the den and down to the kitchen... Maybe food will take thoughts of the past from me... No use thinking on it... They are dead... And I had my Act... It still hurt even now... NO!! Not thinking about it. Damn... Where's Ash and his Simi when you need a distraction? Ah the kitchen!!! My haven filled with carbs and fattening foods... Not to mention the fresh venison in the freezer... Mmmm Minnesota and hunting season... Good times then...

"Hey Nathean, you ok?" Daniel asks as I pass the living room.

"Hn" I grunt and continue my rummaging.

"Man you know you really could talk every now and then. I feel like you just expect me to ignore your presence when you enter the room or stalk by." Daniel says not even lookin away from the t.v. I ignore his little speech and grab a bag of chips.

"Daniel you only say that every day... Can't you find something more origional?"

"Nope sorry Boss-man. You only answer me the same way. You change the game and I'll change the script." Daniel says.

Am I that predictable? True I have my pattern... But I wouldn't want to change it. I get up, I hunt, I eat, and I sleep. What else is there for a WereHunter to do in Minnesota? I'm not real welcome in Dante's Inferno... Nor is my love life hopping... Nor would I want it to be... Those Fates are damned mean bitches... I mean look what happened to poor Ravyn. I do not want to be in the same boat. Nothing against Norms... But I can't imagen spending my life with someone unable to fully understand what it means for me to be a dragon.