Mackenzie Nichols

When Mac walked in Max felt grateful, he missed having his sister around all the time, so having her all to himself was nice. Madi had been by late last night and the interaction had left him raw and a little broken. At his sisters question he swallowed hard, “I guess that depends.. if you’re asking about my broken body I had a fight with a cliff and lost.”

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Mac frowns deepens at her brother’s words and she shakes her head again smoothing his hair back, “Maxi, you’re a lot of things but a blind idiot wouldn’t be one I would say.” It wasn’t as if her brother would just stumble off a cliff and why he wouldn’t be open to express who was on the cliff with him made her uneasy. And the fact he was holding such a secret made her own heart heavy and the emotions she felt about seeing her own twin in such a state mixed with the hormones of her pregnancy made her tear up. “You’re gonna be okay, Maxi. I know I haven’t been around like I should be but you know how much you mean to me. I should have been around but I am now.”

Mac frowns softly before she rubs her chin pondering it, "You're really not playing this game right, you're not suppose to give me hints when we're playing Guess Who." She scolds him shaking her head as she scans the area around them. "And you're totally cheating anyway, there is no way you didn't pick the old guy who looks like the monopoly man over there."

"Ahh Hunt...I kinda did that already." Mac giggles, though in all honesty it wasn't on him that he wouldn't know. He was dead after all, "The year I spent away from home was...the best time, I just did it for maybe not the best reasons. I don't regret it in the least though."

"Off of a cliff Daddy?" Mac's frown only deepens as she thinks of it, "A cliff?"

A deep hum fled his lips, his arms wrapping around the blonde’s shoulders as he pulled her in closer if it were possible, his chin moving to rest atop her head. “No, not a huge rush at all,” he agreed. “He’s strong like his ma, I’m not word about my little mate.” As a silence fell between them, the thoughts that began to run through his mind became heavy, a deep sigh leaving his lips as he pulled back slightly, glancing down at the blonde with dark hues, remaining quiet for a moment before clearing his throat. “I’ve gotta tell you something Mac,” he admitted. “Something I probably should’ve told you before, when we first met, just… I need you to promise me that you’re not gonna hate me when I do tell you this.”

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Mac’s tight hold lessened when he told her there was something he needed to tell her, it usually did end up being good news when someone says that in the tone he was using and so she pulled away and gave him a frown. “What do you mean?” She asks skepticism washing over her now as she got ready for the news that she could only assume was bad. “Did something happen when I was out? Something with my dad?” She questions only able to assume and her mind racing to the worse possible out comes, “Its something to do with the magic you used isn’t it?”

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The joy that Tara felt these last few weeks was almost overwhelming. It was a joy she thought had died with her husband and her son but now, here in Avalon, they were all together and, for the most part, safe, it was all she could ever ask for. As she ran the brush through her daughter’s blonde locks, a soft laugh fell from her lips at Mac’s words, setting the brush aside to run her fingers through the locks, allowing for her nails to light scratch and massage against her daughter’s head like she used to when she was a child. It had somehow been the best way to calm Mackenzie and get her into a relaxed enough state to fall asleep easily at night. “I’ve missed this,” Tara mused after a moment of silence. “It’s been a while since we’ve truly gotten time to spend together just the two of us.”

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Mac liked to think that from a very young age she wasn’t too fussy, being born a twin you start out life knowing how to share, toys, attention and everything else in between. And so growing up with so many siblings it didn’t feel too hard to share it even more but the rare moments of getting mom to herself were like a little gift and Mac treasured it. Closing her eyes as her mother’s hands ran through her hair and her nails grazed her scalp it was enough to cause the young woman to want to fade to sleep. Humming at her mother’s words, “This is the first time in days I don’t feel the need to jump up and go throw up in the bathroom.”

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A content smile formed against his lips as her hands laid against his own, the idea  of them having a baby still swirling wildly in his mind but joyful about it none the less. As her head fell back against his chest, he couldn’t help but to lean his head in against her own, a hum of contentment soon falling from his lips before placing a gentle kiss to the side of her head and beginning to pull away before the petite blonde turned and pulled him back in, amusement crossing his features as a chuckle passed his lips. “As long as you wish, love,” he assured her. “Though we do still need to get to that appointment. Make sure the little one is still doing okay.”

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Mac basked in the warmth of her husbands embrace and she tucker her head into his chest taking in the scent of him, it felt like home, smelled like home and it didn’t matter that  they were slipped into another dimension because anywhere with him was home. “And we will, I promise.” She assures him pulling her arms tighter around him, “Just not yet. Baby and mom are just peachy hanging out here for a few more minutes. He’s a tough little bean, we’re not in a huge rush right?”

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The trauma on Mac’s body in the recent days proved to be too much for the untriggered wolf and not only did she suffer for it but the unborn child she was still for the most part unsure existed. Her uncle Dan mentioned it in passing while in the whale but Mac’s mind was a thousand miles away trying to think of she would even make it out alive that evening and if Chris would be there when or if she did. Her body shutting down on her was to be expected and when she felt the warmth of life back in her but with an icy chill that ran down her spine her eyes fluttered opened, aware of the weight of another over her. Not enough to cause discomfort but clearly there, “Da-? Oh my god, Chris? Daddy, what did you do?” She questioned her father as she brushed her husbands hair out of his face looking at the blood running down from his nose. “Did you hit him?” Mac was outraged and worried by the look of him “Is he even okay?” She asks in a panicked tone dispite the fact some tall young man started humming to himself and softly breaks out ‘I’m still alive but barely breathing.’ tapping his feet to the melody of the song in his head and she tried her hardest to ignore it, “What happened?” She continues to question her father trying to drown out the obnoxiousness. 

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Each breath Nic mustered was laboured an uneven as his digits tightened around his daughters’, willing for her to open her eyes. The adrenaline coursing through his veins felt almost physically painful and his eyes widened as Chris protested his words, causing for him to shake his head within disbelief, “what the hell do you mean no? we have to get her help.” The wolf’s voice was now raised as he argued within retort and his jaw tightened as Chris made it clear that he believed he could save the both of them. At first, Nic hadn’t understood the other’s intentions, he was still hellbent upon getting his daughter to the infirmary, until the murmurs began to fall from the lips of the other and Nic shifted uncomfortably within his position. “What – what are you doing?” His tone was disjointed as he questioned Chris’ actions, forcing himself to recoil upon the ground as the onyx veins appeared upon Chris’ features before transferring to Mac’s flesh. He watched on within disbelief as the blood began to disappear and Nic’s hand extended towards his son-in-law as he began to fall limp. “Chris, Jesus christ, Chris?” Just as rapidly as Nic had begun to question the other, Mac’s frame began to reanimate, and her mirroring hues looked upon Nic’s own and questioned what it was he had done to her husband. “I – I didn’t do anything” he protested, still enslaved to his turmoil for all he had just witnessed as he pushed a trembling hand backwards through his unkempt locks, “he, he’s a witch? Or – or warlock, or whatever - Jesus, Mac, wha-” The interruption from the bystander caused for an irritated growl to urge from Nic’s lips as he forced for himself to ignore it. “What the fuck just happened? … you’re okay?”

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Mac runs a hand over her husbands forehead brushing his hair back and looking him over, “He’s got blood on his nose.” She points out, not wanting to accuse her father but if a busted nosed husband looks like a busted nose husband she had to jump to the idea that was presented to her. When he brought up Chris being a witch she frowns confused, was this him pushing his limits with magic. “He’s a hybrid sort of...his mom was a witch and his dad a wolf. Did I forget to mention that?” She never thought it was a big deal personally but maybe she could see why someone would be stalled and shocked to find out. Her eyes went from her knocked out husband to her frantic father and Mac’s head was spinning, “I-I don’t know what is going on...I felt terrible. I remember being in pain and then just passing out.” She ignored the sheer memory of being told by her uncle Dan about a baby, it seemed like too much to handle all at once at the moment. “I feel fine.” She frowns again, “Did Chris do this? He could have died! Daddy is he okay?” Panic started to flood the young untriggered wolf as she rolled Chris to his side and pats his face to try and rise him. “Baby, wake up. Chris?”

Mac sat down between her mother's legs and just closes her eyes as her mom's finger play through her hair, much like she once did when she was little and Mac didn't feel well or simply needed the reassurance of a comforting soothing. "You gotta do the thing with your nails, Ma. Its not the same without the nails."

With comforting arm wrapped around her from behind Mac lets a smile spread across her face as she lays her hands on the linked two over her belly. "Hmm, I could stay like this all day." She murmurs, leaning her head back onto Chris' chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart against her. As the hand start to loosen and slip away she turns on her toes and grabs at him, holding him in a tight embrace, "Just a little longer, please."

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Nic’s digits remained enclosed around Mac’s, his heart was beating so intensely that he felt as though it was going to burst free from his chest, “it’s gonna be alright” he whispered as his opposing hand rose towards his daughter’s forehead and began pushing her locks back from her feverish flesh. Nic was relieved as the figure appeared beside him and he reluctantly released his daughter’s hand, before grasping onto Chris’ shoulder. “We have to get her to a hospital” despite his attempts to maintain a level tone, they appeared within vain as his words wavered unsteadily as his pained hues pleaded with those of Mac’s husband. “We have to move her, now…”

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Dark hues met Nic’s again as the tears burned their way through, rolling down his cheeks in streams as he gripped her hand within his own. The hand that grasped his shoulder only broke his heart further as his gaze dropped back down to the blonde. “No,” Chris retorted quickly his free hand shooting out to cross over Mac to prevent anyone including Nic from trying to move her as his gaze shot back up to the male. “She doesn’t have that kind of time. She’s going to bleed out before you get her anywhere. I- I can save her. I can save our baby too. Please, just-” Dark hues fell back to his wife, his hands moving to hover over her abdomen as he bowed his head slightly, wisps of black hair falling to frame his features as his hues fell shut and he began to mutter an incantation. Dark black veins began forming quickly on the male’s features and hands and within a moment black veins also formed against the blonde’s pale complexion, the blood staining her jeans beginning to soak back up as he continued to focus on the dark spell. Blood began to drip from his nose but he chose to ignore it, his wife and unborn child more important than himself in that moment and just as he opened his hues to glance back at Nic, they rolled to the back of his head as he a breath passed his lips and he fell to the ground beside Mac, an arm draped over her in a last minute effort to keep her protected.

@macnichols​

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The trauma on Mac’s body in the recent days proved to be too much for the untriggered wolf and not only did she suffer for it but the unborn child she was still for the most part unsure existed. Her uncle Dan mentioned it in passing while in the whale but Mac’s mind was a thousand miles away trying to think of she would even make it out alive that evening and if Chris would be there when or if she did. Her body shutting down on her was to be expected and when she felt the warmth of life back in her but with an icy chill that ran down her spine her eyes fluttered opened, aware of the weight of another over her. Not enough to cause discomfort but clearly there, “Da-? Oh my god, Chris? Daddy, what did you do?” She questioned her father as she brushed her husbands hair out of his face looking at the blood running down from his nose. “Did you hit him?” Mac was outraged and worried by the look of him “Is he even okay?” She asks in a panicked tone dispite the fact some tall young man started humming to himself and softly breaks out ‘I’m still alive but barely breathing.’ tapping his feet to the melody of the song in his head and she tried her hardest to ignore it, “What happened?” She continues to question her father trying to drown out the obnoxiousness. 

The frantic movements of the creature’s stomach forced Nic into a panic as he reached out for his daughter, but he couldn’t quite keep a hold of her hand. He recalled a tidal wave of sorts, forcing him under as he tumbled mercilessly, still attempting to reach out for Mac as he did so. Until finally, he fell atop of the sand with a dull thud, aware of a searing pain within his back and he urged himself to his knee’s with a groan. “Mac?” he called again, his jaw taut as he dragged himself through the sand and finally, over towards his daughter. Upon reaching her, he began ridding her frame of debris – each movement clumsy as he fought to reassure himself that she was safe, “Mac, baby – I’m here, I’ve got you, we’re okay..”

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It was tumble right after another and Mac’s body was reaching its limits, she felt like there wasn’t a piece of her body that wasn’t sore. Even as her father tore the debris from her she felt more pain rather than any relief, “Daddy.” She whimpers knowing she was shaking unsure if it was cause she was scared, the shock or the cold from being in a hot humid place and then the breezy air of the fading sun. Once the largest piece was removed Mac had the room to sit up and rolling to her side she spills her own guts, tears in her eyes from being sick. She tries to roll herself in a ball before realizing it hurt more than helped. “It hurts.” She whimpers, not realizing the growing stain of blood on her jeans. “Why does it hurt so much?” She sobs out a little holding his hand tightly.

Nic had been frantically searching for his daughter, desperately hoping that she hadn’t been swept up by the jaws of the beast too. He found himself fearful to begin checking the deceased, his frame trembling as he turned them to see their faces and each time it wasn’t his daughter, the sensation of relief was unbelievable – yet it was paired with a devastation for the lives that were lost. His heart sank almost painfully as soon he heard feeble cries out for a father, and he knew immediately that it was his daughter. He wasted no time before sprinting towards the sound, disregarding the uneven terrain as he wavered with each frantic step, “Mac? – baby, Mac?” he called out towards the harrowing darkness, eventually locating her as he fell to his knee’s beside her and his hands hesitated as he reached for her, not wanting to inflict any more pain, “its me, I’m here kid, it’s okay.”

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There was instant relief when she heard her father’s voice calling back to her that Mac couldn’t help but break into tears knowing that at least someone she knew was with her and that of all people it was her father. What little girl didn’t believe that their daddy couldn’t protect them from any monster? “Da-” Before Mac could get a full sentence out there was a rumbling within the creature and a rank smell that was worse than before spread around them before there was a hacking. The walls and floor of the creatures belly rippled and contracted as the creature expelled them, people were flung around and Mac tried to hold onto her father’s hand but the slimly goo from the belly made it nearly impossible as they were tossed from the whale’s mouth into the sands. Debris and bodies rolled all into one, people were screaming once more and names called out as loved ones from the beaches went in search of their family. Mac’s back hits the ground with a rough thump and the air leaves her lungs as she tries to take in a breath she coughs and hacks.

Seeing Maya and Nic had been both relieving and terrifying for the male. On one hand they were okay for the time being but on the other, they were all stuck inside a beast more than likely about to be digested with their family nowhere to be found and their kids probably terrified and waiting for their return. The familiar voice that broke through the screams, calling out for a person, pulled Dan’s attention to a tuft of blonde, his heart clenching in his chest as he realized exactly who it was that was laying there before he quickly made his way over, dropping to a knee beside her as he placed a hand on her own and glanced her over. “Hey, hey, relax, Mac,” he told her a hand moving to brush blonde curls from her features. “Don’t move around too much, it’ll only make that pain worse. Anything else hurting? Aside from the former injuries?”

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Mac’s big bright eyes looked up at Dan with painful tears in them, “Everything hurts.” She admits in a low whisper, feeling slight shame for not being able to heal like everyone else, if it were either of her brothers she would be getting by now. Maybe being the untriggered was making her a liability but the idea of taking a human life made her sick. She shakes her head a little, “I think its all from the old injuries, it just all hurts. I think I might be sick.” She puts a hand over her mouth trying to swallow back the sour taste in her mouth that usually came before being sick. “I want Chris.” Being weak wasn’t something she usually felt, even while human, but it wasn’t just her inability to heal, it was being in pain, not knowing where her husband was, where her family was and the separation from them all at once that ate at her.