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 October 30, 2015 at 04:28:20 AM by Ghost
Now My Watch Begins; It Shall Not End Until My Death  |
_________________________________________________________________________ The two males were entangled in a way that one looking on would think they were fighting, NeMO’s daggers pushing through the tender skin of his throat, crimson droplets appearing on his white pelt. But what was really going on was far from what appeared. Any sane being would fight back and try to flee from one that was seemingly attempting to hurt them, but Ghost was far from sane. Maybe he used to be once, but life had taken its toll on him, as it had done to so many others, and made him see the world, and those in it, differently. The brute was still aware enough of what was going on to see the effect he was having on the other beast, and he could tell that the feeling between the two males was mutual. His throat purred when he heard NeMO groan at the effect that the other white male was having on him. It was clear that they were both feeling a certain way, and their close proximity was not helping the situation. His own blood felt thick, coursing through his veins as his heart beat rapidly in his chest. The pair stared each other, Ghost taking extreme efforts to keep his breathing even. The two had barely touched and he was already being affected by this other male in ways that he had not felt in a long time. He had been with his share of vargs, but all were females. This was different territory for him, but not one that he was opposed to exploring. His actions clearly showed that. Ghost could already tell from the way his body was acting that he was already trapped in NeMO’s web, and that he would do whatever the male would ask of him. Some may say that they had not known each other long enough to have thoughts and feelings like that, but his feelings were what they were and he was not going to be able to change them, so he decided it would be easier to just give in and let what would happen, happen. His audettes perked at the sound of NeMO’s vocals, demanding him to move in way that left no room to question what his intentions were. If there was any doubt in Ghost’s mind about what NeMO was thinking, it was no long there, they were both lusting after each other. With only a moment’s hesitation, he did what the other male demanded. He did not know if NeMO had any experience in this, or if this was new to him as well. But normally the roles were reversed for the brute. There had never been a time that he was not the one behind the varg, his form being the one to go on top as a male always did. But with two males together, one had to take the role that a female normally would. Ghost turned himself around, placing himself as he had seen female’s place themselves before him. He then felt the white vampire’s cranium at his neck, breathing heavily. A primal growl escaped Ghost’s throat as his head turned to the other male’s grabbing the other male’s pinnae in his fangs, as pulled in a none to gentle way. As if to say get on with it, that he was ready. And then the beast was on him, talons gripping into his form, ripping through his pelt and skin. Most would cry out at the pain, try to tear away, make it stop. But Ghost was not like most. He liked the pain. His form pushed back into NeMO’s, urging him on, a lustful growl escaping his throat as his front claws dug into the dirt to stabilize himself. NeMO’s fangs grabbed his scruff, holding him in place, but there was nowhere else that he would rather be than under this demon right now. The pain increased before pleasure overtook him. There was never a moment that he felt that it was too much wished for it to stop though. As he was beneath the brute and his body moved, he noticed that NeMO’s talons dug into his deeper, and it was obvious that if he stayed still it would be easier. But he did not like the easy way, he liked the rough and tough way, and he was just glad that NeMO could give him what he wanted, and he let out a groan with that thought. After some time, and as Ghost began to tire, his sides heaving as he panted, the other being removed himself, but kept his teeth locked in the other male’s scruff. It was obvious that NeMO still thought Ghost was going to run off at any moment, when that was far from the truth. The pair lay down on the dirt at the other brute’s insistence. He let his form, lean on the other male and he was surprised when he felt his tongue move from his nape to his flank, cleaning the wounds that his talons had caused. He did not realize how deep the other male’s claws had gone until he saw the blood that NeMO was cleaning off him. His body was already littered with scars, and adding a few more to his collection didn’t bother him. The brute leaned his back into the other being when NeMO was done, letting the other being curl around him in a seductive embrace after their passions. It was comforting to feel the other brute lean into him as well, and it continued to confirm the fact that the two’s feelings were mutual towards each other. A satisfied grunt escaped him, but he was distracted by the other being’s vocals. His red orbs turned to meet the other being’s almost mutually crimson ones. I’ll track you down and rip your intestines out while you’re still alive if you leave. You’re mine. I won’t let anyone else have you. Ghost snorted at the brute’s threat, knowing it was not needed. He pushed his head into the other being’s chest before laying his cranium on the other one’s paws and closed his orbs. ”If it wasn’t obvious before now, I don’t plan on leaving. But I hope you know the same goes for you tough guy. You can’t leave either.” He felt the other male’s head lay across his shoulders, and for the first time in years, maybe for the first time in his life, he felt accepted, wanted, like he belonged. OOC: I am so so so sorry this took so long to get posted. ________________________________________________________________________ |
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