My breath left my lungs as I slammed into the ground. Umbriel Did not care that I was only a nine year old kid. Did not care that he could beat me blindfolded with his arms behind his back and legs tied together. He did not belie in the baby approach. I used self heal as I rolled away from his oncoming foot. He was about to curb stomp me! What an asshole! No wonder he did not have a mate yet.
For the last six years children have come and gone from the class. There were currently seven of us. Only Jasper remained from my class. Some of them had been here longer than me. My eyes caught on Alex and Ophelia. They would be receiving their systems soon and as such would be leaving the class.
Umbriel's hand grabbed me by the arm as his foot kicked away my sword. I tried to kick out at him as he pulled me to my feet. It was futile. I heard his voice in my eye only seconds later. "Getting distracted in the middle of a fight... a fatal mistake." I slammed my elbow back which did little more than create some space as I turned my head around. Everyone else had a bloodline. Everyone else was growing faster than me. It was why Umbriel had started paying me special attention. I sank my teeth into the only thing I could reach.
Teeth was considered dirty fighting but Umbriel rarely fostered Paladins. He did not care about how you got to survive as long as you did. My teeth caught the underside of his chin. I felt my eyes widen as they not only snagged skin but sank deep. Umbriel froze as I moaned. The world fell away as I lost myself in the taste.
I had been careful when fighting the others to make them think I would bite. It kept the others away from my face. They were too afraid of the idea let alone the event. Umbriel was fast enough... Strong enough that there should not have been anyway for me to get ahold of him let alone actually break skin.
My desire to bite had started when I was five. It had only gotten worse over time. I had told Dad about it. He likely told Papa. Neither of them had talked to me about it since. Dad watched me though. Like he was waiting for something.
I faintly heard him yell. Not that I knew what he was saying. My vision was filled with his golden eyes and dark blood. Those eyes looked around us before he leaned back down and let me retake my hold on his flesh. He let me suckle from the torn flesh and I felt myself start to cry. What was happening to me.
"Shhhh," he whispered to me. "You did nothing wrong. You're okay. Take what you need. Take what you need and come back to me, my moon." He pulled back to look at me as I let go. His hands moved to cup my cheeks. His thumbs wiped away the tear tracks on my cheeks.
"I b- bit you," I cried.
"Yes you did," he agreed with a small smile.
I gapped at him. "How are you okay with this?" I cried.
"You did nothing wrong, my moon. You did what you had to so you would win."
I rolled my eyes at that with a snort. "I did not win," I pointed out. "I am the one pinned to the ground here."
"Yet, I am the one bleeding." He pulled me into his lap and I tensed.
"Um... Professor?"
"Call me Umbriel, Aurora."
"... You are acting really strange." His body tensed around me as if just realizing what he was doing. Without much thought I looked at him and used scan. Only one thing stood out to me. (Mated to Aurora NightLeaf.) I felt me eyes widen as I read that. What? How? When? I liked girls!
"Come I will walk you home. It seems we need to stop by a Temple to see what caused such a reaction. I almost asked him if he meant to check on my reaction or his. Frankly I was afraid to hear the answer so I was glad I had stopped myself. Our walk to Lun's Temple was silent. I forced myself to keep my gaze away from him. That did not keep his off me.
Lun, God of the Moon and Night. Like many gods he had some over lap with one or two other Gods. Humans tried to keep each god domain separate even if the Gods themselves did not. There were at least four Gods that had something to with darkness or night. His Temple was black stone covered in gems like stars in the sky. Moonvine provided light inside the otherwise pitch black.
He did not stop to greet any of the Pures and they likewise did not greet him. I just followed along as I was expected to. Followed him to a testing room where one could update stats. He gestured for me to go first because of course he would. Adults tended to keep their stats secret. Children however tended to boost.
When I had first started school i had been outcast because of my strong magic affinity. Not that it had mattered. Due to having so many affinities I had struggled to keep up in every aspect. Where I had been feared the first couple months I quickly became ridiculed and bullied. No one had known that having so many affinities made it harder to grow them. I basically had the choice to pick only a couple to focus on or try to find a way.
I had thrown myself into magic training but it made no difference. Both my magic and physical growth lagged behind the others. Without much thought I placed my hand on the shrine. Lun's shrine was a Moonstone in the shape of a crow. The white crow he was sometimes called.
-Race: Human
-Title: Blessed Child of XXXXX , First Daughter of Zenith and Everette NightLeaf, Mate of Umbriel Moonmyth
-Blessing: Linguist, Magical Affinity, Tree Blessed
-Conditions: None
-Bloodline: None (Lycan Dormant)
-Patrion Goddess: Unknown
-Consort: Umbriel Moonmyth (Potential)
-Specialty: Magic, Dagger
-Lvl: 1
>HP 100/100>MP: 300/300
>STR: 15 >STM: 30
>INT: 22 >MAG: 25
>DEX: 20 >AGI: 25
>VIT: 21
-Unique Skills: Bloodlust
>Bloodlust: In the heat of battle the taste of blood calls to you! Blood can recover Stamina, Health, and Magic Power. In addition this is one way you can unlock potential Bloodlines. (Beware! As a God Blessed your bite may form a mate bond between you and who you bite.) Bloodlust can allow you to increase your stats if the person you take blood from is significantly stronger.
I stepped back to let Umbriel step forward. I had not meant to make me his mate but I had done it none the less. No doubt he was upset by this development. I was a child, after all. There was no way he was happy about this.
-Name: Umbriel Moonmyth Age: 209 years
-Race: Lycan (Human/ Werewolf)
-Title: First of his Kind, King of Wolves
-Talent: Moons Domain
-Patrion God: Lun
-Blessing: Moon Kissed, Lun's Favored
-Condition: Mated (Aurora NightLeaf)
-Bloodline: Lycan (Evolvable)
-Specialty: Sword, Claws, Magic
-Lvl: 36
>HP 890/900 >MP: 820/825
>STR: 50 >STM: 60
>INT: 50 >MAG: 45
>DEX: 62 >AGI: 65
>VIT: 55
-Racial Skills: Claws, Fangs, Shapeshift (Lycan, Wolf, Human), Roar, Night vision, Enhanced hearing, Track, Endurance, Hunt, Soul share (Mate)
-Skills: Thousand cuts, Magic Lvl 14, sword arts Lvl 17, Close Combat Lvl MAX, Thought Acceleration, Danger Sense, Construction, Crafting, Intimidation, Medicine, Stealth, Analysis, Summon, Parallel Thought, Magic Sense, Appraisal
-Unique Skills: Moon step, Rally, Regeneration, Moon Armor
-Resistance: Cold, Heat, Pain, Bloodloss, Confusion, Shock, Surprise, Suffocation, Exhaustion, Mental, Magic, Impact, Poison, Blast
My eyes widened at the list. Umbriel had the highest stats of anyone I had ever seen. I thought about asking him why that is. Even his skills were insane. Then again I now had Bloodlust. Which seemed like a cheat skill if I had ever heard of one.
"Come along Aurora. It's time to get you home."
He placed his hand between my shoulder blades as we walked. "Hey Professor?"
"Call me Umbriel, Aurora. We've been over this," he said looking down at me. With a sigh he let it go, "What is it?"
"Why do you have so many skills? What's a talent? How do you get levels?"
He chuckled. "I am very old, Aurora. Most Skills come with age and circumstance."
"Like Bloodlust?"
"No. You have been fighting that desire for years. That skill is apart of you. Probably something from Zenith's side," he grumbled. "No, I mean like Danger Sense. It's something you have to learn."
"I was born with it," I shrugged. His head snapped to me.
"How many of your skills were you born with?"
"Most of them. Bloodlust is new. All the fighting I had to learn and the magic I didn't start until I was around six months old." The look he gave me was all I needed to know. I am not normal. I may be weak as fuck but I am not normal.