SiNDICATE
Sleep, Sleep, tender, mild,
Meaty, sweet & juicy child.
Sleep, Sleep: Sleep a sleep
Soft as is an infant sheep.
Sweet Babe, restful Lump,
Rest thy limbs & belly plump,
The fellow heathen before me has eyes of ruby that I can't seem to look away from. Has he died his own orbs as I have spent so many years dying and scarring my coat? Is this creature from another tribal pack? I am met with so many questions right now, questions I normally wouldn't give two flying fucks about. Then again, if this lupine intends to become a part of my kingdom it is undeniably best to know as much as possible about him. Which meant questions. I'll admit I do tend on the side of being a curious beast anyways. The smile that paints it's way across this brute's face as I approach him is enough to spark that fire tonight.
Unlike the fellow barbarian before me I do not sit, yet remain standing. My vibrant contrastual irises remain trained on the scentless lupine, unblinking. And then he laughs. This motherfucker is standing before me, at night, on my border, laughing at me. My tainted blood begins immediately to boil and my auds threaten to flatten against my cranium as my leatherbound lip twitches. Luckily for him he begins to speak and halts my boiling fury long enough to get a few words in. I give other purpose based on my own needs. Oh, really? What fucking purpose do you believe you can give me hessian? I think immediately to myself for he continues talking.
I'm sorry, did he just say Vampire? Vampire?! Terrifying demons of legend that drink the blood of their own kind and stalk the night, Vampire? Seriously?! Is this guy serious? I mean he certainly looks serious. Either that or he's completely batshit. I twitch my right flag as my thoughts tumble away momentarily. If this hellhound is a vampire, a true lupine devouring vampire then boy do I have some use for him. These are creatures my own father used to tell me horror stories about, I have admired their species for many moons though never did I expect them to be real. Was this a part of that strange atmosphere that clouded this land of Blossom fucking Forest? Euchk that name just makes me cringe. Goddamn blossoms. I mean come on! But, I digress. A vampire would be a fun toy, and perhaps this is the explanation to his ruby eyes and lack of scent. Intriguing.
My thoughts return to present, having already picked up subconsciously on his guess of cannibalism and even his comment of already liking me. Oh? Hooray, I'm sooooooo flattered that you like me, my mind shall be at ease now. What? Don't look at me like that, I didn't ask for a freaking monologue and he's just throwing his weight around at this point. And, alas, it seems a monologue is precisely what I am about to receive.
I allow a twitch of my right aud and a slight, mildly annoyed head tilt before finally sitting. If this beast intends to spin me his life story I suppose I'm going to have to listen. That is, if he really is a vampire and I do want him in my pack at the end of all this. Ugh and here we go, off he is to tell me his life story about how he had his wittle heart broken and the world is just so mean and terrible and now he needs a home. Pathetic. This conversation isn't going to last very long once he has a broken neck.
Wait. Did he just say something about poison? Some kind of training in regards to poison... I need to remember that later, for my sake and for my use. Oh, and there is the mention of revenge. I still haven't decided on how I feel about the word. Up until now I have found it to be a red flag for weakness, and then I tasted it. Now, revenge can be a delicious reward. Though it most certainly depends on the wolf who seeks it. Holy shit is he still talking? Torture, murder, weakling, play thing.. Music to my ears, truly. He has my full attention now, though I grow tired of the long speech. More words bout torture and murder kill Kershove, of course oh OF COURSE because I know or care about whoever the hell that is. I suppress a yawn as the long winded vampire continues and my stomach churns at the brief mention of engorging on flesh. Dually noted fellow flesh eater.
Ah, finally it appears he is done as the brute tumbles into another bit of laughter. No, no wait he has more. King huh? Mmmm I do like the sound of that, it tickles my hair follicles a bit. Shut up, it would tickle yours too. And there it is, a request for acception into my world. Now it is my turn to laugh. A cacophonous laugh it is as I open my steel tap and release the tumble of amusement.
"Accept you? Just like that? A long winded monologue telling tales of murder, revenge and imaginary legends will get you nowhere in my kingdom, Draven. "
I tilt my large skull at the wolf and rise once more to close the distance between us. Now I am only a couple of feet from the barbarian and I can appreciate his unique glowing eyes and undoubted lack of scent. How does anything in this fucking world not have a scent?
"No my fellow flesh eater. You have walked into a Nanakian Tribe. You must prove yourself and your loyalty to enter my world and work to find yourself a rank. I am running no charity here. I am not a lord of mercy and will tolerate no weakness, no goody goody feelings. This is a home for warriors and killers. For those worthy of existence upon this vile and tainted earth. If you are truly interested in my acceptance then you need to prove it and pay the entry fee."
Cerulean peepers gleam in the light cast by the moon. This is not a game, this is a challenge, a right of passage. This pack is no fucking charity. There will be no easy meal, shelter or free protection here. But can this brute handle my fee? It is one thing to speak of murder and torture and weaklings, it is another to act upon it, to show it to the world openly. An ivory smile tiptoes its way across my crimson painted face.
"If you wish for acceptance into my pack you will bring a fresh kill, of any species, to my border with its cranium skinned. Do this, and you have my acceptance. Return having failed this and still attempt to step foot across my border and your life will surely cease to exist."
I stare at him, my crimson painted features more than serious, daring him to succeed. Something tells me he would be an incredibly useful addition here if he is who he says he is. Though it is one thing to spin tails of murder, torture and revenge and another to lay it out for the world to witness. For now, unless he inquires further I have no intention of telling him anything more about my pack and it's laws and ways of life. For now, I watch his face as he processes my terms.
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Jellied arms & legs & butt:
Every tender, juicy cut.
Savory, salted thou shalt be,
Season'd most deliciously.
Sleep, Sleep: Disease will both
Spoil thy meat & spoil the broth.
Titan || Nanakian || Adult || 1,226 words
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