Greetings, ladies, gentlemen, fellow members of the Otherkin Council...." Cassandra Evans said as she stood before the others who were banded together to try and bring peace and order to the world of the supernatural. "We are all different. Kitsune, Werecats, Blood-Drinkers, Banshees, you name it, if it exists in the darkened night your voice has the right to be represented here. We try and set forth standards by which all otherkin are expected to abide."

"The accused that come before us this evening. Browyn McAllister, of the leannan sidhe, and Michael O'Lander, the Blood drinker are brought before us this evening accused of participation in the slave trade,  and of murder.

They will both have the opprotunity to address the Otherkin Council,  before judgement is passed upon them, as is a right normally afforded criminals accused and brought before this council for judgement.

First, we will hear from Mc'Allister, then O'Lander. Then the council will vote on their fate.

Browyn McAllister struggled a bit as she was forced to come in front of the council.

The leanan sidhe was in chains. She looked at the faces of those around her.

She spit in the direction of the Council. "Thats what I think of this farce of a court. You will simply make whatever decision you desire. This is a popularity contest not a court room. I made a few extra dollars by selling morons stupid enough to get caught to the highest bidder. When necessary, I killed others to take a few prisoners or to keep the ones I had. I really dont care if you like it or not. I dont care what you do to me."

"Do you have anything further to say?" One of the wereleopards asked  McAllister.

When she did not respond they said. "Return her to the dungeon to await her fate."

Michael O'Lander, the young half-vampire who had been captured by the  Otherkin Council, fell onto his knees before the Council. He realized the seriousness of the charges and that the fate would most likely be either life in prison, branding, or the penalty of death. How he addressed the council could determine whether or not he was shown leniency and allowed to live.

"I admit to my guilt. Both on charges of involvement in the slave trade, and in murder. I beg, I plead with this court to have mercy on me."

Michael trembled a bit as he lowered his eyes.

"Take him back to await his fate as well." Jacanta, the Flesh-Eater representative said in reply.

The Council deliberated for some time before sending one of the Council members to the dungeon to announce the decision of the Otherkin Council.

The Werecat Gretchen Peters was sent to the dungeon to announce to the prisoners their fate.

"McAllister. You show no remorse or respect for this court. You are to be executed immediately and without further delay."

The Werecat drew her katana and sliced the head of the fae clean off.

Michael trembled as he knelt beside her.

"Michael O'Lander...." Gretchen said in reply. "You are sentenced to ten years imprisonment and branding as a slaver. But for your remorse, your life will be spared."

Michael actually felt his eyes water with tears at the news that the Otherkin  Council was not going to kill him. In fact this was better than he had anticipated. He would get out again one day.

The branding scared him a little bit but, he could handle it.

Gretchen heated up the brand with the mark of the slaver on it, a mark that would serve to humiliate him for as
long as he lived. But he would still be allowed to live.

Gretchen placed the brand on his forehead, pressing down.

She held it for several minutes to make clean lines on his forehead.

Michael let out a soft anguished cry.

The brand was moved away.

"I would like to express my great appreciation and gratitude to the Coucil for sparing my life." Michael said looking into Gretchen's eyes.

"We see you as a young man who was led astray, not a hardened heart beyond redemptions  reach....Michael." Gretchen said to him.

"Ten years by vampire standards is really not a very long time, though it may seem so to one so young as you are. When you are released, take with you the lessons you have learned here Michael and, do something with them. Something good. Something that will make a difference." The werecat looked from him to the body of the fae that was being carried away and disposed of.

Gretchen brought a flask of blood to Michael's lips.

The young vampire took it, the first blood he had been given since his capture, with much gratitude, even if it was only the blood of a butchered pig. It was enough to keep him alive. 

There he would sit, and endure this  fate until such a time as again he was  set free into the world to face the consequences of having been tempted to such evil actions.