RAPHAEL'S Pov
After that little chat with my father, I left his throne room and retired to my part of the Castle. Our realm- the land of 'Ra' is hidden from humans just like the fea realm, we do however spending time in the human realm but not for long. Reasons being werewolves and lycans live there and are sometimes in places we tend to enjoy being, so we avoid being found there too often; we have a passive aggressive relationship going on between us.
Although most of our kind have married or namely mated with humans it's not strange, but I never wanted to. My reasons are one humans never understand our ways and two the majority of our kind are female thus most of our kind out their mated to humans are female; some found lycan-mates, can you imagine?
A lion and a werewolf. A dog and a cat, together? My thoughts exactly.
Getting up from my seat in I walked towards the bar for another bottle of whiskey to calm my nerves; now for bourbon. This is my tenth bottle and certainly not my last, because I do not feel much of a difference. Humans would be knocked out by now; at this moment I want to be like them.
Cat!
Of all creatures he went and chose Cat? Gahhh! I'd rather mate with a tree. No I'd mate with anything in the universes if that's enough to get away from her.
" You should try that fea- stuff it works better,"Brandon said walking in and taking notice of my almost empty bar; it's almost down to two bottles. I collected all my favourite whiskey and stored them in my office. Now everything is gone including my happiness, why? Cat! Cat! Cat! God I despise her to the core. I want to tare her apart and set her ass on fire. Her sent isn't at all pleasing to me, she stinks; yeah you heard me.
" Whoa! Raph, I think you should calm down," Brandon said taking a step. " I want to tare her to shreads!" My voice wasn't my own but one of rage and I knew getting back to normal will take a while. This is why I need a mate- my true mate. A forced mate will only make me kill someone.
I've had enough. I'll agree to anything that's not Cat. I absolutely despise her.
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Let's just say that little rage thing earlier, destroyed my office. My father isn't to pleased about it, to the extent that he called for a meeting; at a restaurant.
Pussy. The thought makes me chuckle.
Walking into the restaurant, I felt a different atmosphere had been lifted. The air was charged, sparks of electricity were present. It was rather odd though knowing exactly who emitted such powerful energy. Rounding the corner of the restaurant, I spotted the table that's always reserved for my family and any other guests. My eyes immediately landed on the old woman seated across from my father. Tinny wrinkles on her skin hidden from the human we eye but not supernatural beings, graced her caramel skin. Beads and other things in her grey hair. She's older than all of us in this generation way way older and she holds power and answers to many questions.
She should be dead.
My father stood as I walked by guiding me to the seat next to the oracle because he knew I wouldn't take it.
Great now am the pussy. I really dislike this woman.
" It's good you made it for dinner," he comments enthusiastically, grinning at me like I gave him more life by sitting here. I'll put my shoe up his wrinkled ass for this. The oracle gives me weird feelings each time she's near, it's like she is seeing right through you.
If she's able to hear my thoughts. I have to say this, she must surely die. End of discussion.
Harming was my response to his comment while trying to relax in my seat. Even my balls are uncomfortable around her.
" Can we get this over with father. I've business else where," I say sipping on my wine.
" Yes...of course," the oracle answered instead turning slightly to face me. Her beaded white hair moving like liquid around her mimicking her actions. Her shield.
She's somehow unreal to say the least. Her face to humans looks like she's in her early fifties when she's already over a hundred years old. " Well you see the oracle has great news for you," my dad looked thrilled enough to worry me. He only ever gets this way if he knows there's something I'll hate.
The oracle took my hand without asking, and before I knew it the room around me fell.
*****
The amount of time I spent in that vision was mare minutes and if felt like a hundred years. I check the time still in shock of what was reviled to me- seeing that only five minutes had passed from when I arrived. My heart was beating Racing like I'd been under water for too long.
I glanced at the oracle who was already looking at me; smiling.
If she's able to do that then she's able to read thoughts. For fuck sake, now I like her.
" Sh... she's," she nodded agreeing with me regardless of my inability to put a full sentence together.
" You know what to do?"
I nodded at her questions gulping hard to sooth my throat before speaking.
" She's human!"...........