Deception

There's Nothing Wrong With Being Hungry

Flashes of objects like clothes and a brush being lifted in the air flowed through his mind, a golden and hazel small light around them. 

Then he saw something, no someone flying through the air at top speed, his magic around them, forcing them to smash into a wall. 

He not only could feel its usefulness, how it could help make his life easier but he could also feel and see the power of it to, the power in which using it, he could force anyone away from him, throw them anywhere... 

This is what we can do...

He heard his magic whisper inside him. 

Then a pain latched on to his arm, like someone was gripping and squeezing, squeezing so hard that it would crush bone. 

He shakily raised his arm, unlike Kirah's who's was on his wrist, Stiles's was closer to his elbow, a ruin was appearing on his skin. He could see his magic actually creating the ruin, a thin golden and hazel thread piecing his skin, whenever it touched the skin it would turn black. It was like stitching, he could see the golden thread of wool but not the needle going into his skin, pulling the thread of his magic through it but he could feel it. 

Stiles gulped down any pained noises, only real sign it was painful was his frown and his hand with the ruin, clenching tightly into a fist. 

Then there was a strange tingling feeling and the pain completely vanished, Stiles let out a relieved but surprised breath. 

That...was it? 

It now looked like a normal tattoo, it didn't even ache, like he'd had it for a long time. 

"Mmmm, impressive, the width of its smaller than mine" 

"And that means?" Stiles asked but still staring at it, not taking his eyes away from it. 

"You'll have more control over that ability" Kirah said shrugging. 

He explained as Stiles shot him a confused look "The thicker the lines of the ruin the more power and force you can put behind it but the control won't be as great. The thinner they are, the more control you'll have over it but-" 

"The power behind it will be lacking" Stiles guessed.

Kirah nodded, pleased. 

He added as Stiles started to say something "Don't worry, you have plenty of power behind it, its an average width, you just have a slightly better control and the force behind it is slightly weaker but its very, very slight, you'll hardly notice the difference" 

That made Stiles relax a bit, that sounded okay. 

Kirah smirked as he said, pointing to a ruin on his ribs, it was incredible thick and almost looked like the sun, with deep swirls inside that looked like flames "Now something like this is what you've got to worry about" 

"What is it?" Stiles asked, noticing how much wider it was in width, compared to his other ruins. 

"Its a light ruin, it usually allows the sorcerer to create a light, you remember seeing those balls of energy floating around to light your path in the dark? Its that" 

"Usually?" Stiles echoed hesitantly. 

Kirah gave a twisted smile as he said "Mine is to powerful, I can't use it like that. If I try and create a light its far to bright and can blind anyone who looks directly at it. I can't let it float around either, it just shoot around everywhere and blind anyone, including burn people it touches" 

Stiles felt himself step back automatically. 

He gulped "And... how do you know that?" 

Kirah to Stiles relief but also slight terror, didn't reply. 

He then clapped his hands together and said not to subtly "Okay, next ruin" 

He pointed towards the one on his shoulder, a circle and two slightly rectangle lines crossing each other. 

"This is the strength ruin and will effect you physically. As sorcerous we are automatically a lot stronger than an average human. Our strength in fact compares to more human body builders. This strength ruin augments it to a more supernatural strength, with it, depending on how much power and control the ruin has, we could potentially match any supernatural creature" 

Stiles eyes widened at that and then he thought back to Carlie, who he hadn't thought of in ages and how she almost crushed Erica's throat, she might have been using a strength ruin then? 

Mind you Stiles wasn't entirely sure how strong beta werewolves were, yeah they were definitely supernaturally strong but Stiles knew a solid punch from him could still send Scott flying backwards. Its not like he couldn't hurt them physically when he'd been human, they just healed quicker... 

But he knew he was fooling himself if he thought he'd be able to beat any of the beta's physical strength wise. 

They were supernaturals and he was human, thats how it was...or it used to be.

Stiles couldn't help the way his eyes roamed around the ruin greedily. 

Thoughts of them sliding into his mind. 

How Derek used to push him around. 

How he couldn't keep up. 

Erica's mocking voice.

How he'd gotten captured so easily, all the time. 

Then thoughts back to that time. When Derek had forced him back against him the wall, challenging him to push him of. Making him feel so weak and to have it so literally shoved in his face like that. 

Stiles eyes narrowed as he then imagined with vindictive pleasure, of him forcing the alpha up against the wall, lets see how he feels, see how he reacts to feel so fucking helpless. 

"Mieczyslaw?" Kirah asked, looking at him, concerned. 

He shook his head, trying to get rid of those thoughts but he couldn't help the way his voice was layered with a different need, hunger. 

"I'm okay, I was just....thinking, anyway what are we waiting for? Lets try it!"