Running with the Wolves; Voudou

[Jason]

There was no explaining his disappearance. Jason didn’t even understand where exactly he went. His attempt to travel through the twists of time merely failed. In a single instant he was trapped, and in the next he escaped to only discover the ultimate failure. Fiasko had been taken, and she was disintegrating in the holds of her captors. He tried to release her, to save her, but it didn’t work. A whisper of magic was all that was left. It had been drained from him in his return. He was a shadow of his former strength, and it would take time before he would regain himself. Time that Jason had no intention to wait for. In his sickness Jason found Voudou and sought comfort in her long time offer. She was warm, soothing, and completely intoxicating. In the end he collapsed into himself- Not only had he not protected Fiasko he had betrayed her in the flesh. It was an act that didn’t fit into his character- yet he had indulged in the sin, and it was his now. As Fiasko wilted in the Chamber Jason stayed away. A coward until the end, he mused. He couldn’t stand to watch her, and he couldn’t stand to be with her when there was little he could do. Instead the sorrow forced him to the edge of the kingdom and back to his warm spot. It would be that time; if Voudou had been gifted with a child then it would be time for it to be born. The idea of a new son or daughter lifted Jason for a moment. The blue stallion who usually stepped with enthusiasm simply rolled his hooves along the earth in a slow drag. It was clear that death was becoming him. ”Voudou?” He spoke aloud as he sent a mental call to her mind as well. He knew she would find him- she always had before. jason magical son of eol and ashling