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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God this male was perfect. If there was ever a time when NeMO thought that he’d chosen the perfect partner, it was totally erased as soon as he took Ghost. When Ghost began to submit more easily, NeMO knew the reason why. He was tired. A smirk hit the ivory brute’s facial features and he lifted Ghost, wanting to force him to stand even if his legs were shaking. It was refreshing. So damn, utterly refreshing to have this being under him. After they lay down, NeMO’s tongue touched the gargoyle in semi-erotic ways, his eyes raising as he made his way even lower, wanting to see if he was still sensitive from their… activities. Of course he would be—but what if he made a face that made NeMO want to take him over and over again? When he was done, Ghost leaned into him, allowing the vampire to surround him. Ghost released a grunt before NeMO began speaking. The brujo watched with quicksilver and blood eyes as Ghost listened to him, and moments after he lay his cranial down, he heard the male snort. A dominant-filled growl rumbled from the blood sucker’s throat, deep and dangerous. But Ghost did not move away from him—instead he lay his skull on NeMO’s bony paws. If it wasn’t obvious before now, I don’t plan on leaving. NeMO allowed a Cheshire grin to hit his palette. No doubt the jester could feel the muscles in NeMO’s face pull taut. But I hope you know the same goes for you tough guy. You can’t leave either. The grin widened, and he chuckled, the sound and movement shaking the wintery soldiers at the same time. This male didn’t know NeMO. He didn’t know the predator he was—well he probably had an idea after NeMO had forced a heart into his mouth.
***

When NeMO awoke, he couldn’t feel his paws. They were numb. Slowly, ice colored lashes opened, stiff with sleep. It was night. He waited patiently for his eyes to adjust and then he focused on the feeling of being next to something warm…. A female? No. A male. Ghost. NeMO’s stomach snarled at him and he swallowed harshly, the taste of the brujo’s blood still in his mouth from when he’d cleaned him of his wounds. Was the other hessian awake? NeMO didn’t care to move—he was comfortable and warm where he was. Instead he surveyed the surroundings, tasting the atmosphere for any other vargs that might be nearby. He felt as if he needed to stuff Ghost in a glass orb so that only he could reach him. There was no one nearby, yet still the creature of the night looked around, raising his head off his prize and swiveling his listeners and orbs around. He felt off. Maybe it was because he’d spent a whole ten hours sleeping next to a kinky little shit. Inconspicuously, the male’s attention went to the other, counting the breaths he took. And when he reached one hundred, NeMO lowered his head, ‘gently’ slipping a fang into a wound he’d caused earlier. A teardrop of blood slithered down and he caught it expertly on his tongue, his eyes glinting. He listened closely, waiting for Ghost to awake, curious at what he would do when he found NeMO digging into his flesh with a needle.

The vampire was tempted—oh god was he tempted, to just take a bite out of this open meal. Feel blood gush into his mouth, shivering down his throat with warmth and the taste of iron beneath his tongue. Beneath Ghost’s head, his talons dug into the earth, tethering him to reality. He would be upset if he made this one into a meal. For who would he fuck with? The two were perfect for one another, even he knew that despite only spending a certain amount of time with him. The cream varg raised his head, allowing his tongue to slide over his canine’s. Then he looked down, the scars on the top of his skull visible in the pale moonlight. He moved without even thinking about it. His skull crept up to Ghost’s, and after sharing breath with him, he kissed sleeping beauty’s mug, a skillfull tongue begging to be let into his mouth as it had been before, when he had forced the heart into it. Hopefully Ghost would awake. If he wasn’t already. NeMO would say nothing, but would keep begging to be let in. For minutes he would do this, and if he was let in, he would snake his tongue to Ghost’s, tempting it before he would close his jowls softly around Ghost’s lower jaw, teeth locking together. A soft growl would come from his throat as his tongue touched the hessain’s chin. He wanted him to taste his own blood on NeMO’s mouth.

He would then pull back and focus his attention on the stud’s audette closest to him. First he would kiss, then grab it softly. And when he was sick of playing, he would snag it a bit roughly, tugging on it. Why? Because he fucking could, that’s why. Why else would a vampire do such a thing? Ghost was a meal on wheels that would never leave his side. If NeMO needed sustenance, he would turn to Ghost for it. This male didn’t know what he’d gotten himself into. And it would sure as hell be hard to leave. When he let go moments later, he would bluntly state to him, breath hot on his partner’s aud.Never thought you’d be a vampire’s property… He laughed quietly, his voice still husky with sleep. Your blood—your body… is mine. NeMO pressed his flesh to Ghost’s. Anything you want is now yours. I will do anything for you. So long as you do not betray me, I will give you the world. My power is at your fingertips, Ghost. Why was he saying such things? NeMO was offering his life to this mortal who did not follow in the footsteps of those who drank the life blood from others’ throats. But what would he get from it? All you have to do is let me feed on you. NeMO smirked, his breath still touching his prey’s listener, wet with his saliva. Tell me what you wish for most… DESPERATELY. It wasn’t a test. T’was a true question.

It is not common for vampires to take a mate. Even Eric, NeMO’s creator, was someone who never stayed with another for too long. Though he had taken a liking to Selene. Not that that was odd. Even NeMO had been drawn to the Queen of blood and snow. She was a goddess on a throne that she had passed to youngsters that NeMO was hesitant to follow. Ghost had earned NeMO’s attention, and when the brute gave his attention to anything, it was not necessarily a good thing. He often destroyed that which interested him. So that he would not be bound to earthly desires. Yet this mirror image of him was a piece of glass he did not wish to shatter. In a way, Ghost had become a King. For all a king is, is a simple man who has followers. Even if that be only one. NeMO was not a dog to put a collar on. He was a hound that would bite the hand that fed it even without a reason. A dangerous companion. But if Ghost continued to keep him interested and occupied, NeMO would battle, kill, and destroy in Ghost’s name.



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