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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Posted on September 19, 2015 at 00:18:49 AM by Ghost
Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The brute was not sure what compelled him to step forward, to go towards another beast that was enjoying his own meal. For most, that would be a dangerous move, a good way to get bit, but with NeMO it was different. There was something inside Ghost that knew the other male would not harm him, even if he did something like take some of his food. When the brute lowered his jaw, tearing off a piece of the flesh on the ground his crimson orbs met with NeMO’s similarly colored ones. Their gazes stayed locked as he slowly chewed the piece of meat he had only experienced once before, swallowing the meat. As he finished a blood stained grin appeared on the other male’s kissers, and Ghost returned it with a smirk of his own. He was paying attention to the other varg’s actions and reactions to him more than he normally would, and he noticed what he was doing to the other male as he decreased the distance between them, and he continued to smirk, enjoying the way that NeMO responded to his actions. He was not expecting NeMO’s next move, and it caught him by surprise when he suddenly turned, his grin gone, a colder, darker look on his features. To another being it would be come off as frightening, terrifying even, but not to Ghost. He was not sure what it was that made it so that no matter what the other beast did, he was not afraid. There was still that piece of him that knew harm would not come to him from NeMO, even if his goal right now was to scare him off. It was clear that the other white male didn’t want to be away from Ghost, so he would play along, see what it was that he wanted and why he suddenly decided to turn back to an aggressive side. And before he could process what happened, he was on the ground, with NeMO’s form a top him. The other male had slammed into, tossing him to ground easily as he caught him by surprise. He felt the other being’s maw caress his throat, while the pair continued their continuous staring game. Ghost did not move a muscle as NeMO was straddled a top him, his blood pulsing quickly through his veins at the position he was in. With a sudden snarl, Ghost felt the powerful pressure of NeMO’s fangs at his throat, holding his precious jugular in his clutches. That demonic voice in his head told him it was a test, a game of sorts, and that he was in no real danger. An almost purr-like sound escaped his throat as he did the opposite of what other’s in his situation would do, and leaned into the dangerous touch, pushing NeMO’s daggers a little deeper into his skin. He could feel the harsh breathing of his twin-like companion, and it was similar to his own breathing. The dominating thought in his mind now was lust, a feeling stronger than he had felt in a long time, and it made his own breathing come out in husky gasps. After a few moments of the two breathing on each other, minds racing, eyes locked in a way that seemed it would never end, NeMO pulled his daggers away, breaking the silence between them. “You should be.” Ghost spoke quickly, for once not analyzing his words before letting them tumble out, ”And why’s that? It’s not as if you’d hurt me.” He knew that the words could be dangerous, could in fact get him hurt, but there was still that part of him that felt safer with NeMO than with any other being. NeMO straightened up, but not getting off of Ghost entirely. Their pelts were still close, almost touching in places. He could feel the body heat radiating off of the other male, raising his head slightly to stare at the other male. He should be upset with his new friend for his unnecessary aggression, but he was learning who NeMO was, and that was something important to know. He enjoyed discovering the true side to this male, and he wondered how many others got to see it, if any. In a way he felt honored that it was him that was chosen of all the others out there to see NeMO’s true side, but it felt comfortable and right, even when he was being threatened and manhandled. The other varg’s stilts were positioned on either side of his, keeping him trapped to the ground unless he decided to fight back. He spoke again, committing himself to this other male that he still knew so little about. NeMO’s audettes were focused on his vocals, speaking once more as he straddled Ghost’s form. “Would you prove as much?” That same weird, purr like sound escaped his throat once more as he spoke, his voice coming out husky, ”Gladly. What would you ask of me?” The words easily rolled of his tongue, knowing that he meant it. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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- TASTE ME ON YOUR TEETH - By NeMO September 27, 2015 at 08:17:46 PM
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