Two roads diverged in a yellow wood…
Taking the piece of burning wood he was using to see in the pitch darkness that fell like a blanket over the land, as far as the eye could see, Stíofan placed it into one of the surprisingly still hanging lamp posts on the nearest wall. He stood amidst the dust and ruins of his home, of his people. Though the night made it a chore for others to parse out the terrain, for him it wasn't so. His eyesight was fantastic even after the red sun fell from the heavens and the moon took its place. He could very clearly see the temples that had sunken ceilings, exposing passageways and stairways in the distance. He could see the differences between the ancient bastions and citadels belonging to noble families of the past, he could see the stark remains of the aged castle where he was born. The sight itself would have caused him to weep if he had any more tears to spare. It would not do to waste the precious waters that ran through his body, that gave him life, for the dead. It was still difficult, though. To be able to make out all these relics of his old life still sent great sorrow through his soul anyway.
It was at this moment that Stíofan's heart seemed to race, it felt like his muscles were shifting beneath his skin and his sense of smell seemed to surpass that of what he was accustomed to. He took to the shadowed plains beyond the ruins of his former home. Stripping his clothes from his body as he went, he groaned in pain. He ran, trying to put as much distance as he could between him and the small band of warriors he traveled with, an aphid, a falcon, and a hawk to be exact. He tore at his skin, his nails elongating and transforming into claws that mirrored those of an animal. His voice evolved from that of an upright man to that of a being much more powerful as he wailed with the wind. Still he pressed on, even with the discomfort of his bones popping in and out of place. The change was by no means new to him, he was true to this barbaric lifestyle, but that meant little as his spine crackled with the shift. It was a cruel fact of life, pain. He languished in one spot as he finally fell to the ground with a growl ripping from his newly reformed chest. Instead of the man he grew to be, a ferocious lycan stood in his place. The rich dark blond fur mirrored that of the liquid sunshine locks that fell from his head, his claws dug into the ground as he steadied himself on strong paws. He let out a long howl to the moon that had finally broken through the clouds in the sky before taking off in a sprint, becoming one with the zephyrs that were the cool winds.
The moon, full and off-white, sat in the heavens amongst a multitude of stars. That big sphere loomed in the sky watching over all of its children. It would surely have been a beautiful sight, had Stíofan been paying any attention to it at all. The pull the full moon had on his blood caused him to surge forward in a sprint as he left behind the skeleton that had become his former home. The bare bones of Aetherlyn City rested in the heart of the Ruins of Celesterra, the vegetation that grew from the ashes of the dead city stretched far beyond even the Lindaire Woods that lay to the northeast of the ruin. He continued his sprint through the woods as the cool breath of the wind ruffled through the rich blond fur along his back, making the strands of his pelt dance in the now calming breeze. He lifted his massive head and took in a deep breath. The air passing through his snout was a mere carrier as it brought with it the scents of many as he continued on his journey through the thick wood. He could distinguish the slight difference between the spiced blood from a herd of nearby centaurs and that of a team of horses. He could nose out the caribou, the deer, the elk, and the foxes that slumbered in their habitats surrounded by the dense foliage of the forest. While his sight was superior to that of the other folk, in his four-legged form it was even greater still. The hues of the forest seemed to come alive the moment his transition was complete, the pigments were saturated to the point where simple colors appeared awe inducing. Plain leaves could hold his attention if he let them, those mere greens evolving to hold shades of emeralds, parakeets, and shamrocks. His gait slowed as he approached a particularly thick bunch of low hanging leaves in the center of the woods. His pointed ears slightly tipped forward, registering the sounds of the nocturnal creatures as they arose from their night beds that they laid on throughout the day. The chittering of the smaller mammals communicating with each other reached his ears as he slowed to a comfortable trot, gazing about him at the sight that used to be so familiar. His ears twitched again as a subtle hum registered at the edge of his senses. The wind had come to caress his pelt gently as it sang a peculiar aria, the leaves rustled in the breeze as it flitted in and about the trees. The buzzing of the aphids drew his attention first as their wings flapped speedily in tune with the digging of the gophers and voles. Wise owls hooted in the wind and hungry leopards snarled lowly in their throats. Picking up speed, he finally joined in and added his own melodies to the song of the forest. Hymns that were imprinted in his blood, in his soul, from the very first time he shifted into the magnificent creature he was. He bayed at the fully risen moon that instigated his change and the wind howled right back, other creatures also replying in kind. Warmth bloomed in his chest as he galloped to the beats and harmonies of the realm around him, the forest had finally awakened. Just as the small creatures of the night responded to him with their songs, the howls in the distance answered him as well. What was once warmth, turned cold as his blood seemed to fill with ice. He was not alone on this night.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4q5wBlild2
The realm of Oblivion's Edge was riddled with lycaon shifters from many clans, a fact that he recalled well. It was no coincidence that he should find himself with more company than he would have originally preferred. For a time, he was used to shifting alone, and desired it even after he had fled from his home in the first place. Now that he was back in the land of his ancestors, being alone was a luxury he would not be afforded. He was destined to come across others that, much like himself, sought the comforts of this enchanted wood during such a sacred time of rebirth and renewing, of give and take. Alas, his heart began to beat a little faster as he came to the conclusion that those shifters he might possibly meet could be either friend or foe, an ally or an enemy. In his efforts to avoid confrontation, he turned in the direction of yet another set of ruins just to the southwest of the Lindaire Woods. Renewing his vigor, he bounded quickly away from the center of the forest. He kept running until he caught the familiar scent of a warm-blooded elk that came to be bending its massive head for a drink from a calmly running stream. He slowed his gait once again, but this time to that of what could have been considered a predatory stroll as he breathed in deeply. The aroma washed over him, making his tongue salivate at the thought of fresh meat sliding down his throat. The songs of the forest seemed to taper off as if it knew of what was to come. As if it knew that a great sacrifice was to take place to sate the hunger of one of the mightiest beings to walk on the surface of this realm.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr65LybB3vs
Stíofan's mangled smile shined through his saliva-slicked maw as he approached the lone elk that had taken to a bout of light grazing before returning to the herd and succumbing again to sleep. Deeming the distance close enough for a well-aimed bite to the jugular of the animal, he settled onto his hind legs behind a particularly dense area of bushes. He was poised and ready to strike, the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and his hackles were raised. The coils in his muscles tensed, and were ready to release in a moment's notice much like a catapult being prepared to sling boulders into the heat of battle. He watched as the elk paused in its grazing abruptly, and lifted its head. The animal must have sensed that it was no longer alone, for the cautious look in its eye gave away the inner debate on whether it should stay or flee. Before the elk could raise even one leg to make a move, he abruptly launched himself over the foliage. He landed with a thud as he sunk his claws into the hide of the elk, making slashes as he went. Rivulets of blood flowed from the wounds as his razor-sharp teeth tore into its neck before twisting it to ensure that it would break. A satisfying snap could be heard as he tumbled to the ground with the body of the animal still twitching in his clenched jaws. What would have tasted coppery if he were still in his human form, tasted of savory ichor as the elk's lifeblood flooded into his mouth. The burst of flavor on his tongue sent his senses into overdrive. He tossed the elk fully onto the ground, his now bloodied maw stretched wide across his flews before diving into the fine cuisine before him. He indulged himself wholly as he devoured all the meat off the elk's bones. He continued eating until the carcass of the elk resembled the ruins he just left behind. Upon finishing his feast, he trotted over to the stream of running water and bent his own massive head to take a drink. He guzzled large amounts of water to wash down whatever remnants of elk were left behind in his throat. He continued to drink until he was once again sated, his belly full and round from such a robust meal. He took quite a few steps back from the stream of running water and began digging into the ground. Deeper and deeper, he dug until a hole he deemed worthy was made. Trotting over to the carcass of the elk, he snapped the bones up in his jaws and carried them over to the makeshift grave. After he deposited the remains into the hole, he pushed all the dirt back into it. Satisfied with his creation, he took a few steps back to the stream to run his paws into the water, cleansing them before sitting back on his haunches. He tilted his head to the side and listened as the songs of the forest returned to his senses. The raging beast was sated, the sacrifice given by the forest was sufficient, and the gods were appeased. Lifting his massive head to the sky, Stíofan raised his voice once again and joined in with the rest of the forest in song. He thanked the gods for the elk's waters, for the lifeblood and meat freely given so that he may live. His bays to the full moon added harmonies to the melodies that the forest deemed appropriate for such a time as this. His songs were unfortunately abruptly cut short at the sound of branches breaking under heavy foot falls that were not his own. Turning his head toward the cause of the offending noise, he let out a warning growl and bared his teeth, for the company he had initially sought to avoid slinked through the woods and upon his makeshift altar.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcoLf1lYy2A
Two other wolven shifters came into his line of sight. For a moment he was graced with a memory of a time long since passed, of a time when he would shift with family from his clan and friends from other packs. This night, however, was vastly different from the era of his youth. These two shifters bore none of the traits he knew to be familiar of friends or that of kin. The more imposing of the two creatures wore a streak of silver across its back, a striking contrast to the pelt that appeared to run as red as the blood in his veins. The slighter of the two bore a pelt of pitch with spotty patches that rivaled the blue hue of the tumultuous seas that rested at his back far into the distance. His vision turned crimson as his ire grew at the realization of whom he was dealing with. While he didn't recognize the slighter of the two, the lycan with that horrid looking bloody pelt was from the clan that was responsible for the decimation of his people. The lycan was from Hydra. A snarl crawled its way through Stíofan's throat before being released into the wilds of the forest. This time, the songs did not stop. They grew to a crescendo as he launched himself at the larger wolf. Fangs clashed and teeth gnashed as he battled for dominance. Growls of anguish merged with yelps of pain as the blood sport continued long into the night. Stíofan let loose a loud howl as he groaned through his fangs in pain, the claws of the silver backed shifter tore into the flesh of his hind leg. His momentary pause allowed his adversary to gain the upper hand, but he was surprised when the silverback didn't attack. The slighter wolf was looking back and forth between him and the silverback, but there was a peculiar glint there that Stíofan wasn't sure if it was truly there or not. It appeared that the spotted lycan did not truly wish to fight. A sharp growl coming from his right was Stíofan's only warning before four bloody claw marks were slashed onto his face. His indignation at such a slight to his countenance, four-legged form or not, was apparent and would not go unpunished. His fury continued to grow, fueling his thirst for the blood of his enemies, for revenge. He jumped back a few paces for a moment, allowing his flesh to heal, before pouncing back into the fray and clapping his strong jaws around the neck of the creature whom he dubbed silverback. Without a moment of hesitation, he snapped his mighty jaws closed and relished in the fact that the wolf abruptly stopped moving its limbs. A particularly devastating howl rang out, bringing his attention to the enemy that was still alive before watching as it took off back into the forest. He bounded into the woods right after, it would not do to leave his adversary alive to speak of the events that only the forest should be privy to after the full moon.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4mofjYjxxQ
He pushed his body to sprint after the spotted shifter. He streaked through the foliage like a ball of lightning. He was moving so fast that his blood pumped through his extremities, allowing him to close the distance between him and his new prey. He let out a triumphant roar, blood and flesh spilling from his flews before, once again, snapping his jaws around the neck of his prey. Just as Stíofan was about to bring about a brutal end for the spotted wolf, a whine caused him to falter. Looking down, he noticed that the spotted lycan had the soft fur of its neck bared in a show of submission. To his utter surprise, the wolf then seamlessly shifted to the upright form of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen. It was a man with eyes that sung the hymns of the seas, skin that rang of rose petals and porcelain. He didn't recognize him at all, but he found that it didn't matter much, not with the sweetest ambrosia that curled in the air filling his senses. Trailing his snout down supple flesh, he reached the juncture of thick thighs to find the source of that scent. A floral aroma tinged with a rich heat that reminded him of vanilla, penetrated his senses. He was steadily losing himself, he just knew he was releasing his own scent in response to this omega. Nosing his way down even further, he dipped his tongue into those folds and relished in the mewls falling into his ears. As if it was a reflex, the omega shifted onto his back and spread his legs, causing even more of that scent to be released into the space between them. A rumble broke free from his chest as he continued lapping from those sweet folds and the slick waters that were beginning to flow from there. The gods were in rare form that night, he hadn't been blessed with mating waters in many moons and he had no intention of wasting them.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYojSh3fBRu
Trailing his tongue up to lightly lap at the omega's cock, he was delighted to find that it was leaking much like his own. He continued to nose his way up taut muscles and supple flesh, ensuring that his scent would be immersed in the omega's skin, until he reached the omega's neck, where there was no evidence of a mating bite. A growl slipped from him then, an unmarked omega meant an untouched omega. The answering mewl had him shifting to his own upright form. The tentative hand that grazed at his bearded cheeks brought his attention back to those expressive eyes, there was a playful glint in them that had him sliding fully between those thick thighs. Looking down, he was not shocked in the slightest to see that he had unconsciously already lined up to the omega's pretty cunt. Glancing up again, he could see hesitation in that ocean-spray gaze that made him dip closer to run his tongue along plush lips. The resulting gasp allowed Stíofan to slip his tongue between them, and he used the distraction to ease his cock inside. He held the precious omega by his neck and gazed into those pools as he pushed past that band of resistance. Swallowing the pained whimper, he paused and allowed the man beneath him to adjust. Wiping away the tears that fell onto heated cheeks with his lips, his chest rumbled in his efforts to comfort and soothe. He kissed the omega, and when those whimpers became mewls he began to move. A slow rut to get his new lover used to the feeling of his cock in such a sacred place. Soon the two were locked in a primal dance as old as time itself. Their growls and whines joined the music of the forest, it was as if the creatures near and far were rejoicing in their mating. Stíofan rocked his hips to the rhythm of the winds and the chorus of the omega's whines. He was steadily losing himself to the call of the moon as it tugged on his blood. He could tell the omega was heeding the call as well, the continuous stream leaking from that pretty little cock and the sounds that bordered on desperation were his only tell. With renewed energy from the moon herself, his thrusts grew in strength and his rutting took on a speed that he didn't usually set. The omega's wails spurred him on, setting his blood alight as he raced for their climaxes. He reached for the omega's cock but was surprised to find his hand slapped away. He was even more surprised to feel the omega drag him closer and smash their lips together in a heated kiss. It was that show of strength, that version of an omega in control that sent him over the edge. His knot blew, locking them together. He could see the universe behind his closed eyes as he howled at the moon. Hearing the omega join him caused his heart to race, caused his blood to sing as if lured in by an enchantment. Leaning over, he nosed at the omega's glands before sinking his teeth into them. The sharp pained whine had him rocking his hips to settle his new mate, the motions sending jolts of pleasure from his knot as he felt himself being milked for everything he had. He was absolutely sure that a litter would come of this mating. It was the sensation of knives piercing his own glands that alerted him to the omega not only accepting the bond, but returning it. He lapped at the blood that fell from his mate's neck and smiled as he felt the omega's tongue return the gesture. Shifting slowly so that his knot didn't pull too much, he arranged the omega onto his lap and gave him a sweet kiss.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ70mDaEIO4u
"Hi." Stíofan's voice was rough from going so long without using it.18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9KKTv0Qwsb
"Hi."18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgDZMDSEDfe
Stíofan almost released more seed into his omega at the sound of his voice. It was smooth but deep, a delightful contrast to the sounds that spilled from those spit-slicked lips as they mated. "What are you called, omega?"18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQxxg4ipDon
"Iacob," the man said. "But you may call me Bucky."18Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡi4N4qtdXN9
"Bucky," Stíofan said, trying the name out on his lips. He decided he liked the sound of it as it rolled off of his own tongue. He liked the blush that graced his mate's cheeks even more. "I am honored to know you, Bucky. You may call me Steve."
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