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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What surprised NeMO


What surprised NeMO the most was something he hadn’t really expected Ghost to do. Especially not without prompting. While the white gladiator took his time chewing down the muscles of the organ he had ripped clear from its body of how many years, Ghost came closer. He was aware of this. His banner lifted slightly in acceptance of the other male’s presence so close to him while he was eating. The surprise came moments after he ripped his second piece. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the movement of the white vagabond sneaking forward. NeMO felt the overwhelming urge to snarl his disapproval at the sharing of his food… but the fact that Ghost was going after this food that he had forced down his throat not minutes ago. Stunned into silence, he observed the beast consume another piece of heart from what was left of the object. Crimson specs lined with quicksilver met those of just crimson. A bloody grin slid seductively in response to the act of peace. A show of compliance. It paused on his palette, and then shadowed down to just a smirk as the hessian moved ever closer to NeMO. By his own accord. Perhaps that what made this gargoyle the perfect predator. He could lure in his prey with a simple touch, a breath, a look. The excitement of Ghost closing the distance was too much for the pirate to handle. His talons dug into the earth, piercing the earth eagerly. No, NeMO. I am not frightened of you or your ways. Oh?

Without waiting for the next thing that the brute would say, he turned quickly on the other hellion, eyes dark, a totally different look than he had been giving the brujo just seconds beforehand. NeMO’s smile was all but gone. A spark ignited his body, slamming into Ghost. His prize would hit the ground seconds later, with NeMO atop him. He leaned down, dragging his lips across his throat, tracing a line, all the while keeping his eyes right on Ghosts, assessing the reaction in the very same way that the other gamer had been doing a little before. If Ghost should struggle, NeMO would snarl loudly and put suffocating pressure on the interesting tsar’s shoulders, throwing him back to the ground nearly as hard as he had first landed. That snarl came anyway as the hellboy lurched for the buck’s throat, teeth grasping onto the jugular and sinking in through the fur. They stopped as soon as they’d only punctured the flesh slightly. It would feel like a pinch, nothing more. NeMO stayed there for a long while, breathing in and out, attempting to quell the desire to keep going. To keep from fanning the flames into the inferno they threatened to break into existence. You should be. He whispered hoarsely, then very slowly straightened up, allowing Ghost to do as he may—be it snap at him, bite him, slap him or just stare.

There is not much that can frighten me. And I too can say that I am interested in you, in ways that I have not felt before. So yes, NeMO, I am yours. A rather stupid decision, really. Was Ghost aware that he had just put himself into the path of danger every waking morning? NeMO flicked his listeners, still pinning Ghost to the ground but now with his legs on either side of the male’s crown. Would you prove as much? A question. A test. To see if Ghost was just fucking with him (no pun intended xP).


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



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