The air is heavy as you make your way through unknown territory, as you pause to sniff the air a drop of rain falls onto your nose. It is soon followed by another and another and soon the rain is pelting down in sheets, soaking you to the bone. The clouds are an angry purple and the menacing drumming of thunder rolls over the sky. Squinting your eyes against the blinding water you find yourself at the edge of a large, dark pine forest. You are too desperate for shelter to notice the scents that mark the border and plunge in, and nearly into the chilly stream that runs through the territory. You veer away and as you are shaking the water out of your fur you notice a large pair of icy blue shards gazing at you. The storm has passed now and beams of sunlight filter through the thick canopy of pines, illuminating a massive male wolf not three feet away from where you stand.

His pelt looks like a bad patchwork job of black and white and beneath them you see large, hard bands of steely muscle and you know this is a warrior for his torso is marred with many battle scars. His banner curls over his back and his lips are drawn, exposing sharp ivory daggers. When he speaks his voice is deep and dominant, like the thunder you so recently heard.

"Wolf, you have found yourself in the terra of the Andere Seite Pack. I am Eclipse, king of this land."

It is only then that you notice another pair of lanterns gleaming in the penumbra and a dark-pelted fae slinks out into the clearing to stand next to the king, her own banner waves and her green and blue eyes bore into you. She is the same size as most males and a crisscrossing pattern of scars show that she too can take care of herself. Her voice is cold and has a snake-like sound to it yet you can see they are both fair rulers.

"And I am Nephthys, queen of Andere. We don’t care much for strangers so you must make your choice, Submit to us now or flee our lands and never return. If you fail to do either you will have little time left to regret it."

The formidable pair pierces you with their gaze and you feel as if all your secrets spill out before them. You are left with a decision now. Will you submit and take refuge in this dark forest or will you flee and never know what secrets these trees hide? Make haste, you can see that the pair grow tired of waiting.

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As he had hoped, the other gargoyle didn’t know what he had coming. As soon as his mouth closed around the male’s mug, forcing him to choose either to breathe or to swallow the chunk of heart, Ghost struggled. Try as he might, NeMO could not keep his ivories from digging into his soft and sensitive flesh. But guilt was something the vampire had become numb to. Those days of bowing to others and displaying the scars upon his crown were over. Immediately after a breath was taken in order to prepare the throat for opening, the white soldier let go as easily as he could. The blood covered cannibal had not expected the quiet brujo to be so stoic, however. He had been expecting a fight, something that would excite him and tear him past his limits. But that hadn’t happened. Ghost had been frighteningly easy to capture—and almost in a shy way, NeMO locked a glance with his mirror. The only difference between the two was their age, scar placement, and the fact that the cold blooded killer had a darker shade of rusted crimson pools as well as the silver lining around his black pupil. Ghost lacked the mist NeMO had been cursed with.

Ghost moved back slightly, tugging on a noose round NeMO’s throat, dragging the hellhound with him. Every step taken would be matched. This hare wasn’t getting away. He didn’t even notice the distance increasing between the still warm heart and the duet. Ghost had him charmed. Intrigued. Curious. And that might be a very dangerous place to be regarding his eating habits. Why did you do that? How innocent this little love sounded. Was he naïve or truly confused? Perhaps NeMO would have to spell it out for the beast. And yet the creature of darkness really didn’t have a simply laid out answer for the pure little maiden here. Eyes caught the warm trickle of blood running down his interest’s face and a tangible pang hit him straight in the gut. Was it hunger? If not, then what exactly…? He couldn’t put his finger on it. The answer Ghost was seeking was something NeMO didn’t even know. How could he put into words the force that had turned him from enjoying his meal in quiet silence to charging Ghost with his attention and slightly demonic presence? The unranked creature couldn’t. There was no possible way to do so. Unless he was going to just show him… doing that without freaking the boy out would be quite the task. His breathe came out, hot and drenched in blood. A hiss. You tell me.

In this moment, NeMO would lower his defenses. A sitting duck in a bowl with water and leeks, ready to be boiled and cooked then put on the table. Why is it that I can’t avoid you? He was naked. Annoyance pressed into his left brow, pushing into his skull and commanding him to lift his head slightly as if he were trying to pull away. But the animal came charging back, raking its talons against the steel cage he was caught in. Eyes snapped alarmingly fast back to the hessian. Again, being at the center of this man’s attention probably wasn’t the best place to find oneself. Slithering forward, NeMO pressed himself to the pack mate’s personal space, then huffed out, Don’t. Move. He paused, then added on another part, just to ensure the knight that he wasn’t kidding around here. I’ll bite you if you pull back. After moments of silence, he began cleaning the red eyed warboy’s palette, starting from the bottom of his chin, then making his way to the incision he’d created. Blood was something that this czar lived off of. He’d been forced into this way of life when he’d been injured and useless after Clover’s death. Eric had revived him with the energy of others. Their blood that once pumped through their veins was the antidote to his weakness. And after tasting it once, it’d become an unwanted addiction. A drug he’d never wanted to continue taking. Just how he could stop though was a question he’d never been able to answer. Going too long without the substance had him crazed. It sent him into a hellish world of flooded hallucinations. No amount of water could cease his desire for the true water of life. Now his tongue slid over the lupine’s wound, slow and steady. The temptation to throw him to the ground and tear out his throat was something NeMO fought with all his might. How long he could hold it back… well wasn’t that exciting… shivers travelled through his body, enticed and lured to the blood like some sort of shark.

A ragged breath. It came from his own mouth as he separated himself from the still living source by mere inches. He lingered there, eyes seeing something other than Ghost. And then he snatched his consciousness back, flicking his listeners and lifting his tail slightly. Just as he had expected. The blood was absolutely delicious. It invited him to feast, a dessert he’d not yet tasted. His tongue swept over his row of knives in his mouth, visible and, in all aspects of the word, unnerving. Fast emotions and thoughts leapt through his mind. Processing them was troublesome. This male was a virgin. He was near to NeMO’s own age. He looked similar to himself but something about him was beautiful. His purity? Having never been touched or having touched others? Was this what drew him in like an alcoholic to a liquor store or bar with free drinks? NeMO blinked, his eyes looking to the left and then back to the soldier. The taste was heroin to him. There was something about it that had him desiring more. Yet he was compelled against injuring the lord. The once timid and agreeing fae like male straightened himself and exhaled, a decision having been reached (obviously).

Be mine.

Let’s take a moment to assess this statement. It would most likely be unknown to the other varg, but this was no mere demand. If NeMO couldn’t have this wolf, NO ONE could. The blood had practically sung to him. Ghost had become a siren to the pirate aboard a doomed ship. Whether Ghost was aware of his effect on NeMO or not, the unseen force that kept drawing the latter to the former was something he couldn’t fight. Curiosity had pulled him to Ghost. The taste of his blood had lured the predator in. But instead of wanting to drain him all in one go, NeMO felt the foreign desire to keep him longer than a corpse would last. He was urged to protect such taste. And still have it all to himself. Hunger and desire are being confused here. Over time, if Ghost were to accept him right away, NeMO will begin to understand it is not just the flavor of the fluid that had him cornering Ghost. It was something he would never expect. One should always expect the unexpected.


>> NeMO \n-eh-mo\ |Adult Male | Vampire | Unchained | Under Andere Rule | kiki <<



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