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The Walkers pt 7

Another installment of ‘The Walkers’, the thrilling tale of Ullrae and Beorn, the last Skinwalkers in Middle-Earth.

“Athelstan!” you cry out, waking yourself up, looking around wildly.

“Ullrae?” Beorn asks quietly, carefully reaching for you, pulling you close as the tears come again. “Who is Athelstan?” he murmurs.

“Farmer,” you whisper, weeping into his chest. Beorn growls darkly. You look up at him, confused by the anger in his eyes.

“I’m going to kill him,” he hisses, looking south. You reach up, cupping his face to bring it back to you.

“You can’t kill my Athelstan,” you growl, before snuggling into his chest again. “My Athelstan is dead.” Beorn’s arms wrap around you, hushing you gently as he rocks you, waiting for the spell of grief to pass.

“It was his grave?” he asks. You nod, tracing light patterns into the skin of his chest, resting your palm above his heart.

“I was surprised by the needing,” you admit sadly, brushing a kiss against his throat. “I didn’t have time to bury him, or bring anything with me.”

“Then who was the Man I spoke to?” Beorn frowns. You rub your face against his neck, comforted by the smell of him.

“Ordred,” you scowl, hissing out the name like a curse. “He wants me. He is… a bad Man.” Beorn growls, clutching you tightly, possessively. You mewl into his neck, rubbing your nose against his throat.

“Do you want me to go in your place?” he asks, pushing you away slightly so he can study your face. You hesitate. You left behind everything when you fled, and part of you worries that Ordred will have taken out his anger at your departure on your things. You’d like to have a keepsake of Athelstan’s, though the thought of seeing Ordred again fills you with echoes of dread. On the other hand, you don’t really want to be alone, either, still feeling the need to stay close to your mate, and Beorn wouldn’t know what to take anyway. You sigh, knowing that you have to go back to the farm where, once, you had been happy. “I won’t let anyone hurt you,” Beorn swears, cupping your face and kissing you gently. You nod decisively, steeling yourself.

Shifting, you lead the way, detouring to hunt down a proper meal. You’re still weakened, but getting stronger. Pushing away the needing was not healthy, Beorn told you, though he understands why you did it, even if it nearly killed you; would have killed you if he’d been much slower or further away. It haunts his dreams at night, you know, hearing him whimper at you to wake up, waking himself up often to check on your breathing, feel the beat of your heart against his skin. You feel content to once more spend each night in his arms, though you remain in your animal skins to ward off the chill of the night.

Seeing the farm again is peculiar. You almost expect Athelstan to hobble out the door, greeting you with a smile like he always did when you returned from a successful hunt. Beside you, Beorn sniffs the air. You can smell blood, faint, but fresh. Worried, you set off for the house, remaining in your lynx body; all senses on high alert. There is only one person inside; it is not Ordred. Shouldering the door open – Athelstan made a clever latch you can undo with your paw – you push inside. Someone whimpers. Your eyes widen. Behind you, Beorn growls.

“Mildwyn!” you cry, falling to your knees beside her. Her right eye is swollen shut, but the other one focuses blearily on you. “Beorn, get water!” Mildwyn reaches for you, catching a lock of your brown hair. The door clatters against the frame behind you.

“Ullr…” she wheezes. You run your hands frantically over her body, looking for other injuries. Beorn dips a cup in the bucket of fresh water, offering Milwyn a drink. She gulps it thirstily. “Ullrae?” she asks wonderingly, as she reaches for your face again. “You came… back.” Looking behind you, her good eye widens, taking in Beorn who has turned to light the hearth, the flickering flames illuminating his nakedness and turning his skin bronze. You lick your lips, a frisson of desire curling low in your belly. “He… he found you?” Mildwyn say, and you realise she must have seen Beorn before when he came to the farm. You nod. You hadn’t expected her to still be here, being an innkeeper’s wife is a busy life, even if Aldburg is not as large as Edoras.

“Who is she?” Beorn asks.

“My Athelstan’s sister,” you reply, helping Mildwyn sip slowly. Wetting a rag, you carefully wipe her face, making her hiss in pain. “Who did this to you, Mildwyn?” you whisper, horrified that anyone would hurt someone as kind and gentle as Mildwyn.

“Ordred,” she mutters, and you catch the fright in her eyes when Beorn’s snarl rips through the silence of the kitchen. A log cracks in the hearth.

“This is Beorn,” you say, smiling up at him. “My husband.” You catch the pleased look on his face at the introduction, smiling as you rise and press a kiss to his shoulder.

“Her leg is broken,” Beorn says quietly, gesturing at Mildwyn’s skirt. He easily lifts her, placing her on the table and lifts her skirt to show you. Milwyn stares at him, dumbstruck. You try not to chuckle at the look on her face. A Man would have at least asked first, you know. “We need to set her leg,” he rumbles. “Go find some bandages and something we can use for a splint, my wild thing.” He runs his large palm up Mildwyn’s leg, pulling down her hose. Mildwyn gasps. So do you, if not for the same reason. Mildwyn is weeping in pain, while you’re staring at her leg in disbelief that a son could hurt his mother so badly. Whirling, you turn to the small chest of medicines you’ve carefully maintained in the years you’ve lived here. Mildwyn screams when the bone snaps back in place, but Beorn hushes her calmly, rumbling soothingly like she’s one of his dogs. You hide a smile. Handing him wooden slats to use for splinting, you begin to wrap Mildwyn’s broken leg.

“Why are you both… naked?” Mildwyn finally asks, blushing furiously, when you’re done with the bandages. You look up, catching her staring at you, determined not to look anywhere but your face, even as you see her dart a glance at Beorn’s powerful build. You smile, proud of your strong mate. Beorn nods at you; you know the woman better – telling her is your choice.

“Because we didn’t have any clothes. We are Gengende, Mildwyn,” you say, shifting and rubbing your body along Beorn’s legs once before shifting back. Mildwyn screams.

“She’s fainted,” Beorn points out, huffing a laugh. You aren’t really surprised, Mildwyn is a down-to-earth type of person, who has little time for fairy stories, and she was bound to be scared of a giant cat – even though the bear would have been worse – standing in the kitchen. Even Athelstan was a little scared the first time you shifted, though his curiosity and fascination with seeing a legend before him overrode the fear almost immediately. You nod, swaying lightly; shifting that quickly that often takes a lot of energy. Beorn catches you easily, keeping you steady on your feet with a slight frown on his face.

“Make some food, will you. I’ll go see if I can find a pair of pants for you.” You mumble, heading into your bedroom – the farm isn’t really large enough for several bedrooms, but Athelstan was weird about you sleeping in his bed, so you helped each other build the small addition when it became clear that you were staying. Picking up a shift for yourself, you head into Athelstan’s room, feeling weepy at the lingering smell of him that hangs in the few spare clothes he possessed. Ordred – or maybe Mildwyn – has begun sorting out the clothes; Athelstan’s trousers are good only for an amputee, but the shirts will probably fit Ordred if some fabric is added in the back. Rohirrim are thrifty people; it is not unlikely that Mildwyn knows of someone who’d be pleased to receive the trousers, you think, picking up a pair.

When you return to the kitchen, there’s a pail of steaming water waiting for you, and Beorn is gone. Mildwyn stares at you. Beorn apparently lifted her off the table and into a chair – or she managed to move herself – and set three bowls on the sand-scrubbed surface.

“Did he beat you for running away?” she whispers, frightened, when you step back into the light. You laugh throatily. Looking down at your skin – the bruises have faded some, but you can still see some discoloration in places – you dunk a washrag in the water, lathering up the cloth with a small piece of soap.

“No, Mildwyn, it is not in his nature to commit violence against a female,” you say, amused that the thought even crossed her mind, but of course she doesn’t know anything about your kin. To you – and to Beorn – the idea is so foreign as to be preposterous.

“I did not think it was in my son’s,” Mildwyn replies, wincing, and belatedly you remember that this is Ordred’s mother, “but I was wrong.” You give her a small smile, squeezing her hand for comfort.

“It’s not your fault,” you begin softly, rinsing the soap off your skin. You cleaned yourself with water while you travelled here, but it is not the same.

“Your cow does not like me.” Beorn states with an affronted growl, interrupting your conversation as he steps back into the house holding a bucket. Mildwyn shies away from him, obviously fearful. You break into helpless laughter at the expression on his face.

“Cows here do not like us, my bear,” you murmur, stretching to kiss him gently.

“Clearly an inferior breed of cow,” he mutters darkly, pouring milk into the small kettle you use for porridge. “Daft creature. Tirwald would have been appalled.” Grabbing the large pot of rolled oats, he scoops a few cups into the kettle, hanging it over the fire. “Feeling better?” he asks, tipping your face up to trace your eyebrow with his thumb. You nod. Slipping a clean shift over your head – you wish you could wash your hair, but it can wait till you’ve eaten – you hand him a lopsided pair of Athelstan’s oldest trousers. They’ll be snug, but it’s the best you can do. Beorn raises an eyebrow at you, holding up the garment.

“My brother had only one leg, Master Beorn,” Mildwyn explains quietly, leaning back in the chair. He shrugs, struggling into the clothes. You find you enjoy the way the trousers fit around his arse, though you can see him struggling with the buttons. Wrapping your arms around him in a hug from behind, you kiss his shoulder softly, sneaking a peak down his front. Beorn growls, giving up on fastening the buttons on the trousers, though he tugs them up before turning around to wrap his arms around you. You smirk, though secretly you’re pleased with the dishevelled look; it’s almost a ready-for-bed look.

“This could be better, Ullrae,” he grumbles. You give him a kiss for his troubles. He smiles against your lips.

“You only have to wear them until I can stitch in some extra fabric?” you offer, yawning lightly.

“You need rest, sweetling,” he murmurs, “and I can do my own stitching.” Turning back to the kettle, he quickly manages a nice porridge. Ladling the food into the three bowls, stirring a spoonful of honey through yours just the way you like it, he pushes one towards each of you, watching you until you begin eating. When you dig in, he rumbles happily, turning his attention to his own bowl. You know Mildwyn is staring, obviously not used to the animalistic noises you often use to communicate emotion, but she eats the porridge with good appetite, apparently less frightened of Beorn now. The thought makes you smile, knowing that he really is quite gentle unless truly riled. Even then, Mildwyn would have nothing to fear, but you don’t know if explaining how male Walkers work will help her truly understand, so you keep silent, concentrating on your food.

“Where is Ordred?” you ask, when you’ve nearly finished your bowl, your stomach growling at the food. Though you fed twice before arriving, you still feel the bite of hunger, needing to replenish your reserves of energy. Beorn pushes a mug of milk at you with a wry smile. You gulp it down thirstily, licking your lips happily. Yawning, you spoon up the last of your porridge.

“Looking for you,” Mildwyn admits, seemingly losing her appetite and pushing her bowl away. Beorn pushes it back towards her. “It would be better if you were not here when he returns. Take your things and get away before he comes back.”

“And let him beat you again?” Beorn growls, anger making his voice take on more of the bear’s timbre. Mildwyn squeaks in fright. You pat her hand gently.

“Ordred would know I had been here,” you tell her quietly, “even if only for the fact that someone cared for you.”

“I could tell him it was Gyda,” she offers, but you shake your head.

“He would only go to her next,” you worry. If he would break his own mother’s leg, who’s to say what he’d do to his late Uncle’s sweetheart and his young cousin?

“You should sleep, Ullrae,” Beorn says, when you yawn again. “You’re still not healed.” When you nod, he simply picks you up, carrying you into the small room that holds your bed. You murmur sleepily against his skin, protesting when he loosens your grip, wanting him to join you in bed. “Hush, wild thing,” he mumbles, kissing you softly, “I’ll keep watch over you and Mildwyn, don’t worry.” You nod, even if you would prefer to sleep in his arms.

“I feel I should warn you that I may kill your son,” Beorn says, startling the Mildwyn woman who had been staring into the fire with a far-off look on her face.

“Why?” she whispers, turning to face him; one eye is still swollen shut, blackened with bruising. Beorn gestures at her.

“Ullrae calls you kin,” he rumbled, dipping a cloth in the cool bucket of water and holding it against her eye. “Which makes you my kin. My kin does not get beaten. Not unless someone wants to be punished for it.” It is Walker logic, but more than that it is the blood of a long line of Scildere speaking. This woman is weak – only slightly stronger than a cub, to his mind – which makes him responsible for her protection, and even if she wasn’t his to care for when the bruises were made or her leg broken, he feels responsible for exacting vengeance. “It is our way,” he tries to explain, keeping his voice gentle, trying not to scare her, “unless you would rather your own mate seek vengeance for you.”

“But he is my son,” she whispers, and he can see the pain of that fact in her eyes. “I don’t know… I don’t think I know him, anymore.” She breathes in, shuddering as tears start rolling down her cheeks. “I should have gone home with my husband.” Beorn hadn’t been certain she had a mate, wondering why he would leave his woman alone with a man who smelled like anger, until he remembered that humans couldn’t smell the slight scent of emotions rising from their skin. Sitting on the floor by the fire, instinctively keeping his body between Mildwyn and the door, Beorn sighed, staring into the flames.

“I saw you…” Mildwyn says, after long silence. “By the grave. You cried for her, for Ullrae. I wanted to tell you… but Ordred wouldn’t let me.” Beorn snarls at that, the memory of believing her dead still far too vivid in his mind, even two days after finding her on the forest floor. “I’m sorry,” she whispers, and he knows she is, guilt and sorrow surrounding her. It does not appease his anger towards her son. “I’m glad you found her… who attacked her?” she asks, making him realise that she really hadn’t known anything about them.

“Ullrae was in heat,” he says gently, “it is a dangerous time without someone to care for her. The bruises and cuts were made by her own hands, trying to claw her burning skin off. Needing is painful without a male, for her kind, but she knew if she stayed here, she would have come out of it worse, fearing what Ordred would do to her. When I found her, she was…” he swallows hard, remembering the weak sound of her heart beating, “nearly dead.”

“You saved her,” Mildwyn says, and he hears a smile in the words as she dares to pat his shoulder. The gesture makes him chuckle; she is braver than she looks, he thinks. “I’m glad. Ullrae seems… happy… with you.”

“She was happy here, too,” he claims, knowing it is true. She has told him stories of Athelstan, of life here, of the troubles with a cheesemaking woman. “But I long to take her home. She wanted to come back to say proper goodbye to your brother, pack up the few things she owns here.”

“Athelstan loved her like a daughter,” Mildwyn says, “and Ordred doesn’t deserve to inherit this land; in my opinion, it should go to Wilrun when she’s grown. Take whatever Ullrae wants to keep with you. I am going to press charges against my son with the Marshal in Aldburg when I get home.”

The next morning – Ordred has not returned – the three of you decide to herd Athelstan’s cow to the next farm; Mildwyn will be taking one of the horses for her trip to Aldburg, and the last mare will come with you and Beorn, along with most of the chickens. Beorn has made hutches for the animals, which will be strapped to the horse, but you’ve decided to drop a few off at Gyda’s brother; Wilrun may not be old enough to inherit much from her father, but the eggs will help her grow. Other than that, however, you take only a sack of wheat and one of barley; most of it will be seed-grain for next year, as you and Beorn are more than capable of keeping yourselves fed through winter with hunting. The clothes you have made over the years, as well as a few of the things Athelstan carved, you bundle up along with your green cloak, stowing it in a small kettle. The rest has no particular attachment to you; the pots and pans will be another inheritance for Wilrun, and the clothes will be given to those who need them. Mildwyn will see to it.

The road to Aldburg isn’t long, though it is a few days’ journey; Mildwyn’s leg pains her when she rides, so you take it slow. Beorn has managed to resew some of Athelstan’s clothes; in a linen shirt and trousers – with two legs – he can pass for a Man. The roads are too busy for either one of you to walk in animal skin, but you refused to let Mildwyn travel alone, and Beorn seems to have adopted her like a stray cat needing protection, you think wryly.

“Will the Marshal take the farm from Ordred?” you ask, when you’ve left your former home behind. Mildwyn sighs.

“I will certainly try to; Wilrun is a child of the Blessing – as good as a trueborn heir – while Ordred,” you’ve noticed that she has stopped referring to him as her son, “is a nephew. Most likely, the farm will go to Gyda to hold until Wilrun can inherit it properly. We’ll see about finding someone willing to lease the land or farm it for her,” Mildwyn muses.

“Ullrae!” a little girl cries, running up to you and wrapping her arms around your legs. “Auntie Mildwyn!”

“Wilrun,” you murmur, bending to set her on your hip. “Where is your mother?” Beside you, Beorn makes a small happy growl. You smile at him. “Wilrun, meet Beorn, he’s my husband,” you say, turning towards him. Wilrun stares.

“Up.” She reaches for him; you grin. Handing over the small child, you watch Beorn hold her carefully. “Up!” she cries again.

“It’s her favourite game, love, and you’re even taller than me,” you wink, laughing when he finally understands, putting Wilrun on his shoulders and rising to his full height. The little girl shrieks happily.

“Wilrun! Where have you run off to?!” a woman calls.

“Here, Gyda!” you reply, waving when she turns the corner.

“Ullrae!” she exclaims, staring at you. “You’re back!... what happened to you, Mildwyn?” she gasps, hurrying towards the three of you.

“Look, moder, I’m tall!” Wilrun crows, waving from her perch.

“My husband, Beorn,” you say, when Gyda looks startled for a moment. Beorn gives her a friendly smile.

“Ordred happened to me, Gyda,” Mildwyn sighs. “May we come in for a rest? We’ve things to discuss.”

For once, Gyda’s brother, Gram, isn’t glaring at you – you rather think it has to do with the way Beorn’s arm remains draped around you, pulling you close to rest against him, even as he tells stories to little Wilrun. You recognise the story of his human daughter Álmbera, though Beorn makes it into a fantastical tale – to these people, of course, it would be fantastical enough even by the addition of Walkers – calling her a princess rescued from evil by the great warrior bear and who eventually falls in love with a golden prince. Mildwyn does most of the speaking with the adults; she is a woman of some standing, after all, though you will go to Aldburg with her to give testimony against Ordred. She easily navigates around the whole tangle of why Beorn was looking for you, making the audience – swelled to include Gyda’s good-sister and nephews as well as the village Alderman – gasp in horror when she explains how Ordred told him you were dead. Beorn's arm tightens around you at that point, an angry growl escaping him. You turn, kissing his furry cheek softly.

“My growly bear,” you tease, making him chuckle. You wish you were home already, but you feel responsible for sorting out things the way Athelstan would have wanted. Beorn kisses your forehead.

“Well, there’s certainly a case for you, Mildwyn,” the Alderman states – you think his name is Sewine – stroking his long beard thoughtfully. He is old, but he is still spry and his mind is quicker than many who are decades younger. “As for the idea of Wilrun inheriting all of Athelstan’s estate, while there is precedent in the case of a child of the Blessing, I believe the dead at the time had no other heirs.”

“When Ordred is convicted, he won’t be able to hold the land,” you say quietly, certainly. “If he tried to take it… the rough music would play for him ere long.” Around the table, the menfolk nod slowly, and Gyda’s face tightens; the rough music came for her first husband, after he beat the child from her body. No one knows how it starts, but all people of Rohan believe it nearly a mythical beast, though you know it is simply the anger of men at violence against someone weaker. You cannot call the rough music, but when it comes, it cannot be stopped either, and anyone who hears it pass by their home would do best to stay abed and have heard nothing come morning if they do not join the march themselves. A small satisfied growl escaped you at the thought; you’d never told her, but you had marched for Gyda’s husband – you don’t think even her brother ever knew that, and you’re not about to tell him. Beside you, Beorn does his best to look like he knows what is going on, but you know he is lost.

“Mistress Ullrae has a point,” the Alderman concedes with a nod in your direction, “but I was not speaking of Ordred.”

“Athelstan had no other children,” you object, “nor would one of Mildwyn’s come; Folcwine the younger is his fæder’s heir, and her daughters are already settled with husbands and families of their own.” Ordred was the youngest, which was why he had been eager enough to inherit a farm instead of having to work for someone else nearer to Aldburg.

“No, Athelstan had no other trueborn child,” Alderman Sewine replies, his eyes glittering with mirth, “but he did have you. I have in my possession a letter of intent to adopt, signed by Athelstan nearly four years ago; he stopped by my house on his way to the battle. Did he never speak of it?” You shake your head, feeling suddenly emotional. Beorn abruptly interrupts his story to pull you closer stroking your arm and turning your face into his neck. You breathe deeply, the smell of him comfort enough to still your tears before they fall.

“No. I knew he thought of me as a daughter, but not… not like this,” you whisper. Mildwyn squeezes your hand.

“Never-the-less, Athelstan’s foresight means the farm would have passed into your keeping, an equal share going to Wilrun upon her coming of age; to be paid in livestock or coin as you see fit.” Alderman Sewine states, looking at you. You squeeze Beorn’s hand.

“Do you want to stay, Ullrae?” he murmurs, startling you. Looking at the assembled Men, he clarifies, “Our home lies further north, beyond the golden wood, where I own a large tract of land that has belonged to my family for centuries.” It has belonged to him for centuries, but of course he can’t tell a group of Men that. The Eorlingas do not have the blood of Númenor of old, and they are lucky to reach the age of 60, even fewer making it all the way to 70.

“I don’t know…” you whisper. “I want to go home, Beorn, but I also want to fulfil Athelstan’s last wishes.” Beorn simply hums. In your heart of hearts, you know you couldn’t stay more than five years at the most before people, who don’t see you every day, would begin to notice that you did not age as they did, but you still long to remain here, feeling melancholy at the thought of leaving these people behind without ways to find out how they’re doing.

“We can visit,” Beorn offers, knowing the same things you know; if these Men begin talking about un-aging wild-looking people, it is only a matter of time before Orcs will hear it and figure out what you are, leading them to hunt you down as they once did.

“Can I leave my share in trust for Gyda and Wilrun?” you ask. “To be passed to Wilrun’s issue as she sees fit upon her death.”

“You do not want it?” They all seem surprised. You chuckle.

“Our home is more than 10 days journey north of here,” Beorn says quietly, “Ullrae wanted to see some of the world before we married, which was how she ended up here. Among our people, it is a right of passage, shall we say, for the man to leave his home in search of his wife. If he cannot find her, he does not know her well enough to deserve her.” He keeps a completely straight face, though you have to struggle not to laugh; Beorn has a gift for story-telling, but this is a tall tale even for him.

“I had nine years of roaming before Beorn was allowed to go after me,” you continue, looking up at him with a mischievous smile, “we age slowly. Wilrun will have grandchildren while I wll still look much the same as I do now.”

“The blood of the Shipkings?” the Alderman wonders. You shrug. Númenorians had long lives because of their diluted Elven blood; Walkers have always lived long lives – often choosing to die by becoming a true animal if they did not perish in battle or by accident.

“My younger brother would come with his wife from Edoras to help me run the farm for Wilrun,” Gyda interjects, getting you back on track. Around the table, nods of assent could be seen. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“It is agreed, then,” Alderman Sewine says, “Mistress Ullrae will need to sign an affirmation of her intent to declare her intentions, but then I believe the matter is as straightforward as sending a missive to the Marshal in Edoras, which we might prevail upon mistress Mildwyn to deliver.” Mildwyn nodded.

“I intend to journey with Mildwyn to Aldburg, to lay charge against Ordred,” you declared.

The rest of the afternoon was lost to writing up the paperwork and by the time you had finished it was too late to bother moving on, so you were offered space in Gram’s barn, while Mildwyn got the children’s bed on account of her leg.

Feeling Beorn’s arms wrap around you in the middle of the night, his strong body gluing itself to your back as his legs tangle with yours is surprisingly familiar. One of his hands wrapping around the small curve of your breast is not, but you sigh and relax into his hold. The last few days he has spent the night as a bear, though you know he has not had much rest; too anxious to sleep for long.

“Beorn,” you murmur sleepily, pressing back against him. Beorn nuzzles your neck, his teeth closing lightly over the carotid artery in your neck. You hiss, tilting your head back and offering him the rest of your throat. Beorn growled, the submission pleasing him immensely; you feel it in the scent of his skin, the call of the wild echoing in your own blood. You want to be taken by this strong male; it’s not mindless like the needing, but it is almost as overpowering. You whimper.

“Not tonight,” he whispers, though you can feel his desire pressing against you; somehow that’s not unfamiliar either, though he was always careful when you lived with him. You smirk.

“Soon,” you agree. You’ve no desire to explain the bruises in the morning, after all; Beorn’s new shirt leaves less to be desired than his first pair of trousers, but it is by no means well-fitting. Turning around in his arms, you trace a line from his throat down his bare chest, resting your head above his heart when he rolls onto his back.

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Fantasy Verse Census: Redux

Below is a list of the characters who survived and are now in the time skip. They will be split into species rather than clans as all gods, demons, and dragons are counted as different clans. For dragons I will list what kind they are for reference.

Myrrdin McGrath - Rowena (Snowy Owl)

Rhiannon McGrath

Casey McGrath - Erskine (Ocelot) cirquedeyokai

Brian McGrath - Frederick (European Rabbit)

Sif McGrath - Gunilla (Wolverine), Eira (Bonded Horse)

Guinevere McGrath - Cedric (Southwest African Lion)

Khione McGrath - Altair (Snow Leopard)

Chulainn McGrath - Kelvin (Rock Sparrow)

Brianna McGrath - Druce (Golden Eagle)

Albion McGrath - Llyr (European Hedgehog)

Cairbre McGrath - Jennifer (Red Fox)

Ullr McGrath - Malvyn (Scottish Wild Cat), Cid (Carbuncle)

Eumolpus McGrath - Cecil (Arctic Fox), Lugh (Carbuncle)

Liam McGrath - Sheamus (Mountain Hare), Emil (Carbuncle)

Isolda McGrath - Aislyn (Red Squirrel), Claire (Carbuncle)

Tyr McGrath - Calahan (Pine Marten), Desmond (Carbuncle)

Elpida Vassos

Gaia Vassos - Ismene (White Common Ground Dove)

Nemesis Vassos - Myra (Panther), Cassiopeia (Bonded Wyvern)

Poseidon Vassos - Delphinus (White Common Bottlenose Dolphin)

Amphitrite Vassos - Leviticus (Great White Shark), Aegis (Bonded Wyvern)

Hades Vassos - Atlas (Western Jackdaw), Cerberus (Hell Hound)

Semele Vassos - Ula (Spotted Seal)

Arsen Vassos - Cleon (Transvaal Lion) hanaeemi

Susanna Vassos - Amara (Masai Lion) hanaeemi

Hermes Vassos - Aquila (Red-tailed Hawk)

Melinoe Vassos - Nicodemus (Barn Owl)

Triton Vassos - Lazarus (Angel Shark)

Voluptas Vassos - Nemea (Pampas Fox)

Aesop Vassos - Lici (Masai Lion) hanaeemi

Julia Vassos - Zoro (Snow Leopard) hanaeemi

Alec Vassos - Jase (Carpet Python) hanaeemi

Macaria Vassos - Group of Fireflies, Arete (Carbuncle)

Tyche Vassos - Ophelia (Hooded Sisikin), Lycus (Carbuncle)

Pallas Vassos - Alexios (Gray Seal), Perseus (Carbuncle)

Ra Sabah - Ahkanaten (Saker Falcon)

Mut Sabah - Senusret (Arabian Oryx)

Sobek Sabah - Thesh (Nile Crocodile)

Aerith Sabah - Kalwyn (Southern River Otter)

Tefnut Sabah - Nefertiti (Masai Lion)

Khonsu Sabah - Qa’a (Horned Viper), Mutenhotep (”Bonded Horse”)

Osiris Sabah - Raneb (Apis Bull)

Hera Sabah - Lucina (Green Peacock)

Anhur Sabah - Djoser (Masai Lion)

Mehit Sabah - Semerkhet (African Lion)

Horus Sabah - Khafre (Peregrine Falcon)

Hathor Sabah - Sahura (Egyptian Long-horned Cow)

Imsety Sabah - Sneferka (White Rhinoceros), Muntu (Carbuncle)

Duamutef Sabah - Tiu (Side-striped Jackal), Anpu (Carbuncle)

Qebehsenuef Sabah - Baeufre (Gyrfalcon), Urshu (Carbuncle)

Aten Sabah - Khaba (Egyptian Mongoose), Nekht (Carbuncle)

Ptah Sabah - Amhose (Crested Gecko), Thutmose (Carbuncle)

Qetesh Sabah

Thor Bystrom - Okilinir (Himalayan Brown Bear), Bjorn (Bonded Horse)

Himechi Bystrom - Hertha (Eastern Cougar), Sassa (Bonded Horse) hanaeemi

Balder Bystrom - Brimir (White Mule Deer), Asmund (Bonded Horse)

Ananke Bystrom - Augustine (White Crested Eagle), Asta (Bonded Horse)

Loki Bystrom - Fensalir (Dire Wolf*), Viggo (Bonded Horse)

Yui Bystrom - Kibou (Peregrine Falcon), Senso (Bonded Horse)

Freyr Bystrom - Gullinbrusti (Central European Boar), Brynjar (Bonded Horse)

Hachiman-Jin Bystrom - Yuki (White Turtle Dove), Sarumaru (Bonded Horse) hanaeemi

Freya Bystrom - Sindri (Norwegian Forest Cat), Brynhildr (Bonded Horse)

Tove Bystrom - Ove (Prarie Falcon), Unn (Bonded Horse), Bunbun (Carbuncle) hanaeemi

Agape Bystrom - Bifrost (White Siberian Tiger), Brenna (Bonded Horse), Lars (Carbuncle)

Eirik Bystrom - Gustav (European Goldfinch), Hemming (Bonded Horse), Olav (Carbuncle)

Fenrir Bystrom - Embla (Dire Wolf*), Finn (Bonded Horse), Sven (Carbuncle)

Jormungandr Bystrom - Skjalduf (Titanoboa*), Agnar (Bonded Horse), Vathlauss (Carbuncle)

Hnoss Bystrom - Sigrid (Iberian Lynx), Gunnar (Bonded Horse), Otto (Carbuncle)

Gersemi Bystrom - Shy (Japanese Crane), Brunn (Bonded Horse), Lala (Carbuncle) hanaeemi

Hel Bystrom - Ingrid (Carrion Crow), Hilda (Bonded Horse), Aslaug (Carbuncle)

Ryujin Totsuka - Arata (Striped Dolphin)

Umi-hime Totsuka - Ami (Hourglass Dolphin)

Hotei Totsuka - Hitomi (Japanese Badger)

Toyotama-hime Totsuka - Mitsuki (Showa Sanshoku Koi Fish)

Fukurojuku Totsuka - Hayate (Japanese Weasel)

Tamayori-hime Totsuka - Miki (Hi Utsuri Koi Fish)

Amaterasu Totsuka - Hikari (White Japanese Sparrow)

Ame-no-Uzume Totsuka - Izumi (Black Pipe Fox) hanaeemi

Tsukuyomi Totsuka - Usamaro (White Japanese Hare)

Susano’o Totsuka - Hiraku (Manta Ray)

Kushinada-hime/Samarah Totsuka - Mayumi (Yellow-lipped Sea Krait) huntersxandxangels

Sakuya-hime Totsuka - Koharu (Japanese Sparrow)

Ninigi Totsuka - Ryunosuke (Shiba Inu), Atsushi (White Pipe Fox), Furusawa (Carbuncle)

Hoori Totsuka - Isamu (Sika Deer), Akuma (Hell Hound*), Koetsu (Carbuncle)

Suseri-hime/Leila Totsuka - Kenji (Spotted Eagle Ray), Asha (Bengal Tiger*), Touya (Carbuncle) huntersxandxangels

Haru Totsuka

Hitoshi Totsuka

Bolin Ruan cirquedeyokai

Lilu Ruan cirquedeyokai

Nu-Wa Ruan - Chang-Pu (Clouded Leopard)

Beiji Ruan - Fai-Li (Chinese Ferret Badger)

Lung-Mo Ruan

Yao-Jin Ruan

Azure Ruan cirquedeyokai

Zhilan Ruan cirquedeyokai

Guan-Yu Ruan - Wu-Tao (South China Tiger)

Xi-Fe Ruan

Po-Shang Ruan cirquedeyokai

Liling Ruan cirquedeyokai

Cho Ruan cirquedeyokai

Ao-Qin Ruan

Li-Fen Ruan - Duan-Xia (Golden Pheasant)

Ao-Shun Ruan

Zhu-Li Ruan - Fu-Zhong (Chow Chow)

Dionysus Ruan - Cyrus (Amur Leopard), Callista (Amur Leopard)

Jin-Hai Ruan

Ao-Bing Ruan

Vonungein Ruan cirquedeyokai

Jade Ruan cirquedeyokai

Hanba Ruan

Meng-Po Ruan - Biming (House Mouse)

Xing Ruan - Liang-Shui (Black Giant Squirrel)

Feng Ruan cirquedeyokai

Zong-Ying Ruan - Tao-Ping (Giant Panda)

Bao Ruan cirquedeyokai

Ren-Shu Ruan - Liao-Ming (Carbuncle)

Kundo-Star Ruan - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Aoi Ruan - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Yin-Lin Ruan - Yi-Huo (Carbuncle)

Mei-Lin Ruan - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Mao-Yu Ruan - Su-Jian (Carbuncle)

Shai-Ming Ruan - Min-Wu (Greater Short-nosed Fruit Bat), Wang-Guo (Carbuncle)

Chung-Tao Ruan - Mei-Wu (Lesser Short-nosed Fruit Bat), Zhen-Xun (Carbuncle)

Bo-Xiu Ruan - Cheng-Gong (Yangzte Chinese Softshell Turtle), Hoo-Gwo (Carbuncle)

Many unnamed members.

Marduk Nidnantum - Autu (Gray Wolf), Rigiljo (Bonded Griffin)

Benthesikyme Nidnantum - Helene (Commerson’s Dolphin), Sophie (Bonded Griffin)

Dumuzi Nidnantum - Lugalngu (Arabian Oryx), Uras (Bonded Griffin)

Ishtar Nidnantum - Kuwari (Eurasian Otter), Urnina (Bonded Griffin)

Atar Nidnantum - Omarosa (Sumar Leopard), Enusat (Bonded Griffin), Balum (Carbuncle)

Lulal Nidnantum - Humbaba (Striped Skunk), Samuqan (Bonded Griffin), Bau (Carbuncle)

Shara Nidnantum - Sabit (Spotted Hyena), Inanna (Bonded Griffin), Anbu (Carbuncle)

Yol

Sil

Okaaz

Sonaan

Dinok

Suvulaan

Vul

Dong-Mei

Kun

Vulon

Klo

Gol

Diin

Strun

More unnamed members.

Acheron Iblis - Mandala (Canadian Lynx), Bael (Nekomata), Cairo (Wyvern*) cirquedeyokai

Bael Iblis - Merida (Dire Wolf*) cirquedeyokai

Amunet Iblis cirquedeyokai

Eve Iblis

Titania

Calypso Iblis - Eerie (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Seti Iblis - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Ariel Iblis - Houdini (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Alister Iblis - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Felisha Iblis - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Kufu Iblis - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Mei-Li Iblis - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Arthur Iblis - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Suzaki Iblis - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Ayato Iblis - ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Lucas Iblis - Pete (Carbuncle)

Maksis Durand

Maria Durand

Roen (Durand)

Aiko Durand - Roen (Hell Hound)

Lilith Fuza

Urie Fuza - Charon (Hell Hound)

Rem Arlond - Jasper (Hell Hound)

Akemi Durand - Hazel (Carbuncle)

More unnamed members.

Amoxtli/Tatsuya Coaxoch

Ihuicatl/Rei Coaxoch

Anna Coaxoch

Lyra Coaxoch - Cindy (Carbuncle)

Tezcacoatl/Sho Coaxoch

Mage Himura - Harper (Hell Hound)

Alice Himura hanaeemi

Shuu Himura hanaeemi

Rachel Himura hanaeemi

Ichijo Himura hanaeemi

Hima Himura hanaeemi

Sosuke Durand - Rin (Carbuncle) hanaeemi

More unnamed members.

Regime Abernathy werekxnglives

Dexter Abernathy werekxnglives

Erebus Abernathy - Life (Giant Golden-crowned Flying Fox) werekxnglives

Nyx Abernathy - Echo (Golden-capped Fruit Bat)

Tai Abernathy/Wepwawet Sabah - ? (? Jackal) werekxnglives

Kenta Abernathy werekxnglives

Alexandria Abernathy werekxnglives

Mordred Abernathy werekxnglives

Reed Abernathy werekxnglives

Aisha Abernathy werekxnglives

Isaac Abernathy werekxnglives

Yuki Abernathy - Shiro (White Pipe Fox)

Maddie Abernathy - ? (? Pipe Fox) werekxnglives

Hajime Abernathy

Sakura Abernathy

Neville Abernathy werekxnglives

Helios Abernathy werekxnglives

Hypnos Abernathy - Nike (American Black Bear), Chronos (Carbuncle) werekxnglives

Demona Abernathy - Raichu (Carbuncle) werekxnglives

Cain Abernathy - Deadpool (Carbuncle) werekxnglives

Ozalie Abernathy - Thunder (Snow Leopard*), Starlight (Carbuncle) werekxnglives

Madoka Abernathy - Etsuko (Carbuncle)

Arsene Lupin

Reah Argyris - Baron (Persian*), Opal (Carbuncle) renas-rp-universe

Impey Barbicane - Sisi (Corgi*)

Menta Barbicane - Tippy (Corgi*), Cupcake (Carbuncle) renas-rp-universe

Abraham Van Helsing

Kaori Kasegawa - Hak (Peregrine Falcon*), Shirayuki (Carbuncle) renas-rp-universe

Victor Frankenstein

Cardia Frankenstein - Garnet (Carbuncle)

Saint Germain - Nicholas (Javan Leopard)

Neith Germain - Itet (Lesser Bird of Paradise)

Markos Thanos - Mirage (Sumar Leopard), Karnak (Wyvern*) cirquedeyokai

Serqet Thanos - Unas (Yellow Palestine Scorpion), Moswen (Giant Cobra*)

Grimm Thanos cirquedeyokai

Syrina Thanos - Sarabi (Jaguar), Nightmare (Bonded Unicorn), Luxor (Wyvern*) cirquedeyokai

Destroyer Thanos - Sherlock (Great Horned Owl) cirquedeyokai

Hecate Thanos - Arcadia (Least Weasel)

Thoth Thanos - Djaty (Egyptian Ibis)

Seshat Thanos - Dalila (Southern African Cheetah) hanaeemi

Kuk/Riaghan Thanos - Imhotep (Caracal) cirquedeyokai

Sekhmet Thanos - Bijou (White Masai Lion) cirquedeyokai

Makoto Thanos - Chiasa (Ocelot) cirquedeyokai

Bast Thanos - Kakhent (Panther)

Sinbad Thanos

Seth Thanos

Dante Thanos - Mim (Timber Wolf), Archimedes (Timber Wolf), Cali (Ammit Child), Ruby (Hell Hound*), Milo (Phoenix*), Aodh (Dire Wolf*), Vesper (Wyvern*) cirquedeyokai

Wenet Thanos - Kashta (Desert Cottontail Rabbit), Omen (Dire Wolf*)

Viper Thanos - Nagi (White Indian Cobra), Nox (Dire Wolf*) cirquedeyokai

Apollon Thanos - Leon (Forest Raven), Iiakada (Phoenix*), Fos (Pegasus*)

Ming-Chi Thanos - Shiva (White Siberian Tiger), Lin (Bonded Wyvern) cirquedeyokai

Anubis Thanos - Ahmes (Golden Jackal), Kemet (Hell Hound*)

Yue Thanos - Amun (Clouded Leopard), Khan (Bengal Tiger*), Willow (Dire Wolf*) themoondragoness

Zephyrus Thanos - Rhode (Blue Jay)

Iris Thanos - Group of Monarch Butterflies

Eris Thanos - Menwi (Serval), Laika (Dire Wolf*)

Kaito Thanos

Dupree Thanos werekxnglives

Zarah Sabah - Nenet (House Sparrow), Hawkeye (Dire Wolf*)

Asteria Thanos - Balthazar (Dire Wolf/Hoshi-no-Tama*), Areiseus (Carbuncle)

Maahes Thanos - Akudo (Ragdoll Cat), ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Kebechet Thanos - Pepi (Golden Jackal), Seka (Carbuncle)

Sah Thanos - Rino (Screech Owl), Evermore (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Citlali Thanos - Chipahua (Margay), ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Ajit Thanos - Samar (Lion-tailed Macaque), Starsong (Bonded Griffin), Imaran (Carbuncle)

Sati Thanos - Himmat (White-bellied Sea Eagle), Ishvara (Carbuncle)

Esi Thanos - Cleopatra (Eurasian Wolf), Neema (Carbuncle) hanaeemi

Dakar Thanos - Ramses (Eurasian Wolf), Khem (Carbuncle)

Orpheus Thanos - Icarus (Harz Roller Canary), ? (Carbuncle) cirquedeyokai

Melete Thanos - Jocasta (Red Salamander), Aurora (Carbuncle)

Pothos Thanos - Aenea (Cardinal), Cygnus (Carbuncle)

Eurydice Thanos - Roxanne (Papillon), Dione (Carbuncle)

More unnamed members.

Sherlock Holmes - Annabelle (Corgi*)

Xanthe Vermillion - Chamomile (Carbuncle)

Nanase Sabah

Shirah Zaliyah huntersxandxangels

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