Omegaverse. Alphas and Omegas. No betas.
Viktuuri
A world where humans are just another animal species living wild and feral in caves, dens, nesting and on Viktor's mind; Courting the cute omega next door.
The animal used are either fantasy, prehistoric mammals or still modern aniamls (Not domesticated ones) Makkachin is not a poddle, he/shes a ancient wolf dog thing!
Yuuri had seen his sister go to find her mate a year before he set out. He joined a group of other omega. It was too easy to be raped by an alpha alone. His omega pack; Phichit, Guang-Hong, Minami, Yuuko and himself.
They circled around the hatsetsu territories first. Staying severals days in-between territories or on the bourders. They would find a place to camp. The sacks they carried held furs and rope. They would lash spindly trees together, throwing the furs over and sheltering for the cold night winds. They stayed in Hatsetsu for several moons. From the early spring when pups were still being born and mated Alphas stayed close to their dens and young.
Yuuko had found a mate within the first moon. Close to the centre of the Hatsetsu territories, less than a day from her pup-hood den; Takeshi, a childhood friend from the summer gatherings had become something Yuuko apparently, really liked. He was heavy set, and annoying if you asked for Yuuri's opinion. But Yuuko liked him, so they let her go. As they moved towards the outskirts of hatsetsu lands the territories became further apart, they would camp for longer, Sleeping curled up in a tight pile to keep warm. Phichit loved cuddling, nuzzling his way into the middle and usually kicking someone in the process. When summer was touching the land the omegan pack headed east, inland and offically left the last Hatsetsu territory behind, Minami within. They had come across a small territory, scent marked only with Omega. A omagan pack of 10, not unusual. They had left home to wait for travelling Alpha who might settle down nearby. Their scent would attract them. Minami stayed with them deciding that he was not ready to actively seek out a mate. Yuuri felt similar but his omega believed differently. It begged for a mate. He found himself staring after small children and almost crying, so he carried on leaving his old friend behind. A few days passed with no sign of an Alpha's territory. The empty grassland between forest were dangerous. Phichit, Guang-Hong and Yuuri tucked themselves into the small caves of boulders which had sunk into the dry soil and grass years before to escape the wind. The first taist of Alpha had them agitated. On closer inspection, the scent was that of an elderly female Alpha, with the sparse trees they had spied a pump female, not the alpha. She was holding a small child. At least 3 summers old. They moved on, by the summer's beginning they had moved into territories which had named themselves Akorekan; pronounced A-Kor-Reh-Can. It was a large area, mostly open land and forest. Not much in the ways of water and mountain. On the 2nd week of searching the area, Phichit had changed, constantly sniffing the air which lead them to the territory of a stoic dark eyed and dark-haired alpha, upon sight Phichit had breathed one word Yuuri dreaded; "Wow."
Yuuri had jolted in surprise at the wave of pheromones Phichit had let off, the alpha went rigid a few metres away. They had been hanging out on the edges of his territory for several weeks at Phichit's request. Guang-Hong and Yuuri had watched as Phichit had started subtly scent marking trees just outside of the Alpha's territory. It was harder once one left their home territory. Yuuko had met and known Takeshi. They had recognised each other. No need for scent familiarity. Only courting. This was much more... dangerous. The Alpha might see Phichit as a threat to his food supply or pack. Then again, he might see Phichit as a potential mate. That would depend on his scent. Nowthere was a stand off. He wore furs, his arms left bare to display the blue stripes. The pale colours on his cheeks making his eyes smoulder (According to Phichit) and his stillness stunningly controlled (According to Phichit.) Guang-Hong and Yuuri moved closer together and away from the alpha who had still, not moved. Singling Phichit out. Phichit moved forward a bit, the alpha's eyes intense as they followed the movement. Phichit whined very quietly, tipping his head to the side. His scent glands pink and damp with sweat as the scent thronged in the still air.
The Alpha tipping his head to look, eyes widening slightly; pink scent glands were a sure sign of arousal. The Alpha stepped past his marked tree. A good sign. The shells on the branch rattled. Strings linking across the barrier danced. He walked closer to Phichit, feet silent against the grass and soil. The air was heavy, and Yuuri and Guang-Hong, stepped back. Leaving several metres between them and Phichit. Phichit tipped his head back and to the side further. Pink glands glistening in the sun. The alpha stopped infront of him, a shudder ran through Phichit as another whine bubbled up his throat. The two toher Omega turned away from the scene, scuttling off and making themselves scarse. The makeshift den was not far. Yuuri had cast one eye back to check on friend. Phichit's eyes were closed in bliss, the Alphas nose pressed against his neck as he sniffed. Hands barely touching his shoulders. Yuuri blushed and followed Guang-Hong into the den. Phchit had returned that night, happy, purring. He cuddled up with them at night and was gone by morning. He returned a few times, fingering the small dagger, arrow flints and shells -gifts to court an Omega- before he hugged them both, quick words of goodbye and a morning spent grooming before he left to join the Alpha. They hung around for a little while, but Phichit made it clear. He really, really liked this alpha, and by the moon he would have his pups by next spring.
For a while it was just Guang-Hong and Yuuri, hunting was harder. They could no longer go after the Bison or elk. They set traps for Marsupials and hare. They fished and dried out all the meats to travel with and made it through. Omegas were not weak, but they did not have the strength to go head to head with bigger prey. They set a larger trap. Catching a young elk and finished it off with bows and arrows. That fed them for several days before they returned to fishing.
Autumn came and Guang-Hong Stayed in land. Heading from the pack of Akorekan north, towards Pack Ama. Yuuri watched him go, Guang-Hong had almost thrown himself at the Alpha when he scented him. Blushing and stuttering and purring until the Alpha had smiled sweetly. The green patterns dancing on his skins and gleaming in the sun as Yuuri watched Guang-Hong leave.
"Are you sure you'll be ok?" he had asked. "I don't want to leave you alone."
Yuuri had laughed at him, "I'll be fine." Guang-Hong agreed. Yuuri had been the one to protect them from predators, to guide their hunting and fishing and make sure all was fed. He and his sister had to help their father hunt when the land had become barren of rich food during his childhood. If any Omega could survive; It was him.
He headed west. Towards the sea. North of Hatsetsu. Further up the coast he had heard of packs called Kazac (further inland but in-between parts of Eterburg and Hatsetsu) and Eterburg (a northern clan). He would head to the tip of the Hatsetsu territories. Maybe delve into the gap between Hatsetsu and Eterburg.
He moved faster on his own. Nervousness of Alphas made him unable to stay on their borders, as summer fell to fall and the leaves started to rot into bronze he met with the first Hasetsu territory. Minako; a lone female alpha who was his aunt. She would tease him for actively seeking out a mate and then send him home for he was alone. He avoided her scent markers and headed a bit more north. The Rockies were head on Yuuri, he dumped half of his supplies when the winds had almost knocked him free of the rock face and when he crested the first hill he saw the mountains of the north grow from where he stood and below a forest thick with pines and a wide river carving through it all.
He started his descent. There would be food and he could smell no Alpha as of yet. He landed in the foliage and then it hit him. A new territory. This place had been known to be gap for several years. A young Alpha, male. Not a Hatsetsu smell. The wind hadn't carried it up.
Nervous now, he had stumbled and had no way out the way he came. Too steep to climb up. The rock face sheer, easy to slide down. He whimpered. He should have been more careful, gone slower, check for scents sooner.
He scuttled along the rocks. Ducking through ferns and thorns. Nerves would make his scent glands seek help and probably attract the Alpha who owns this area. The rocks only got steeper, but the smell was stronger the other way. It was not a bad smell. It was a good smell. A very good smell. But his tried to ignore that.
The shells and markings of the trees were incomplete. The alpha had probably been here less than a month. His arm brushed some of the shells. They clattered away into the trees.
The northerners were known for their use of a web structure. Areas of their territory had shells which were sheltered by the trees so wind -unless very strong- and alert the Alpha to prey in the area. Or to Omegas.
The shells were attached to strings which may lead all the way back to his den and shells there would tell the Alpha that something new had entered his territory.
Yuuri raced away avoiding shells before slowing. The ground had become wet, soaking his shoes. The scent was stronger again. The markings on the trees a fresh red and white.
The roaring of blood in his ears gave way to the racing of water. Through the trees he spied a water fall, tumbling off the rocks into a deep pool.
Coming closer he saw a small stream leaving it, probably to join the bigger river heading to the sea.
The rocks were decorated in fine white patterns. A perfect spot to show off an Alpha's prowess.
Yuuri jumped over the stream hoping to find a way out of the territory. It was fading again and he followed the lack of smell. He found a scented barrier and passed it, sighing. He could only smell his own nerves, tainted by that glorious scent. That thought made him shrink. Never had an alpha smelt so... rich. The omega part of him preened happily. Part of him wished to flee but in instances such as this his mother had told him to follow his omega nd he did. Finding a small cave below one of the outer marked trees among the roots.
He pulled the furs inside. Setting up a warm den among the roots and curling up to rest.
The scent of the Alpha filled his nose and made him purr.
The winter had been surprisingly long. Cold winds had scarred the pine trees in blueish ice. The ground hard and unbreakable. The sea was not far, the river wide and the tossing of its flow had indicated towering ways. So much so that other Homosapiens had fled inland. Altough Homosapiens essentially lived in packs they rarely came together. Once, after winter had ended. To celebrate survival; but only those without pups on the way and yearly in the mids of summer. Packs were loose. Young adults would slowly branch away from their pack in hopes of meeting a mate, Alphas particularly. And this year, Viktor had no pack to go to. It would take him just over a month to travel down to the centre point of all the EterBurg territories, further still to his parents. But he was edging close to his prime. He had 2 years at best. His instincts begged for a mate. Driving him to leave. There was nobody compatible in the far north so he headed south along the coast to another seaside pack. Hatsetsu. The found a spot in the coastal mountains to mark his territory. He had then proceeded to chase out all dangers, scent marking every tree he could and since half of his territory was pine forest it took a while, followed by decorating trees in shells and bones, the very picture of providing. He decorated himself in rich hunted furs and paints. Blue on his cheeks to bring out his eyes; strong colour. Good genes. Red and black on his body. A good warning to other Alphas.
He hunted bare-chested. Muscles flexing. The red claw-painted-marks over one side of h
His over his back he struggled with every few weeks. Makka chin trotting obediently at his heels as he carried the body back to his den. A deep cave, covered in furs and smelling on him. Yes, he would make a good mate. If only he could find one.
Mate themsoon, Birth to pups in spring, raise them through summer and autumn. Like Lillia – his alpha parent, and Yakov – His omega parent did to him and his siblings.
He and Georgi, his brother and littermate had been born as the oldest. Viktor an alpha. Georgi an omega. Yakovs Own omega father; Nikolai, had come to help with their birth and returned for both Mila's and Yura's after their's. A big family. Mila was an Alpha as well while Yura was an Omega. Georgi had joined a few other Omegas from the EterBurg pack. Omegas did not travel far. Once an Omega had found a mate, more often than not; having an omega parent nearby helped when it came to pups. It was the Alpha's which upped and moved to find new territory and a mate.
Viktor did not miss his parents as such, it was his time, he wanted pups of his own. But he found himself remising of his pup-hood. When he and his siblings fought and Yakov would bark at them to stop, Lillia would return with food and they would cook together over the fire and his parents would tell them stories of the great summer hunts the packs would take apart of to save food for the winter; Mamouths, Ginat Ground Sloths and Maucrachenia.
He wanted that for himself.
But Viktor did not have it yet.
He dried his fish on the ledge to his den. Overlooking the forest. Letting the smoke waft over the territory. A mile away and flock of small birds took to the sky and some creature screamed into the air; a banshee or a skyric?
The day would be windy, it already was but Viktor did not need to leave his den today, he had food and water and Makkachin for company. The wind was not strong enough to rattle his shell-webbing but the ones joining to the east of his territory, near the sheering cliff danced. Elk or more likely mountain goat had entered his territory. The winds blew over to him for the far forest where he could see. That was no smell of prey.
He could smell Omega.
He stood, ignoring his fast asleep wolf-hound and left the cave. Following the path quickly to the forest floor. The pines and leaves barely dented or pierced his hardened feet. It took no time to reach the east. The smell tainted the air and he found the shells the omega must have touched.
He would die for such a smell. He sniffed again.
That might actually be an option; Hyenadon. Old, the Omega scent was new. Viktor followed its smell; Male, younger than he was, nervous.
Viktor slowed down. Chest sweaty and heaving. He leaned against the white painted tree. Closing his eyes and breathing in that wonderful aroma; fresh, like nettle water, but sweet. Like honey, warm and rich, like turned soil and something so omega he drooled.
Viktor pushed away from the tree and followed the warm scent of the omega. H passed the waterfall, hopping over the stream in the footsteps of the omega. He'd barely been in his territory the summer and yet here, already was an omega.
Was he passing through? Or was he actually interested?
He slowed. The scent was calmer now. His own markings weaker here.
The omega was close. Very close. He could taste the scent on his tong. He went no closer into the foliage. The Hyenadon made him nervous for the Omega. He started to rub the barks and leaves around the area with his wrist. The glands leaving his scent heavy in the air. He rubbed it on shells hanging from the trees, into the soil and around the pool.
His scent lay thick and warm around the pool. Nodding to himself he turned to leave. A soft whimper court his ear. Straining he heard it again. A soft purr-turned-whine. Not an invitation. Just some form of... Appreciation. He took a step back, then shook his head. He shouldn't rush such introductions. He crouched by the pool. Finding the red-power pouch on his hip, next to the black, he started to paint the rocks. Rubbing gland sweat, water from the pool and powder together. The mixture could be used to decorate the rock and trees and shells. He pulled one of his pouches from his hip, one filled with dried elk meat and left it by the pool. Drenched in his scent to stop even a bird or that stupid Hyenadon from taking his gift for the Omega.
Then he left, collecting a skin full of water from the pool as he went.
Back at his den Makkachin was waiting. The furs and walls constructed from branches and mud. He stoked the fire. Setting up some meat to cook over the spit. Pouring the water into the tightly woven basket watching as it filtered through and landed in the large bowl; threaded tight with dried bison skin to stop any water leaks. Held up by the ring of woven wood that the top and the rope attached to the ceiling, would not allow it to collapse. He pulled it up and over the fire where it could boil as he added nettle and dew flowers and flesh from ground fruits and roots to supplement his diet.
Smoke drifted out of the cave mouth as the day came to a close. He hoped the little omega was alright. The fish he had been drying were now ready to store for winter and he tucked them away before using a flint knife to carve off meat from the bone hanging over the fire spit. It was hot of his hands as he rolled it into the grinding slab, tearing it, before dumping it in the bubbling skin-pot.
He sat watching the pot bubble as he sharpened his collection of flints to later attach to spear heads and allowed Makkachin to chase leaves around the cave.
He looked at his last kill. A few skulls in the corner; good for trading, decoration and to ward off evil spirits.
He dragged one over, his fingers worked defly; Black and red circled its empty eye sockets. Lines carving over its cranium. Ending in swirls and zigzags. Bizaare, strange and Beautiful. He would need more paste. He emptied the rest of his red powder into a flat stone bowl, the black into another and white into a third. He would search later for the ingredients to make blue. He added hot water and gland sweat needing and mashing the mixture into a thick paste to use later. Finally, his finished off the skull, painting the inside a deadly pattern of red and black and striping a spear in white and decorating the tip with a string of teeth taken from another skull. It rattled when his picked it up.
He would offer them as a tokens to the omega.
Yuuri had fallen asleep only to snap awake when the Alpha's scent hit him hard. He strained to hear. Soft foot falls echoed through the soil. They had found him. The scent was warm and so so delicious. Deliriously so.
The Alpha hopped, probably over the stream and came closer yet before they stopped. Yuuri held his breath as the unknown Humosapien sniffed at the air. Yuuri could smell his own nerves. The alpha came no closer, moving around a little. His smell increased so much that Yuuri's vision blurred and pinked. Subconsciously he licked his lips. He wanted to see the Alpha, he moved around to peek through the roots. Shells tickered in the trees over the stream. Yuuri shifted to see them, long fingers dipped in red glided over the shells, cradling them until they were marked in sweat and paste. The Alpha moved out of his sight. A moment of silence before the Alpha walked over to the pool again. Placing something on the rocks and then left. For a while Yuuri basked in the heated scent. It made his gut heavy and brain needy. He wasn't sure when he started purring. Only his hungry stomach's growl awoke him from the trance.
He crawled from his tiny den. Eyes glancing over the area. Once in the open he could see what the Alpha had done. The trees, before hardly marked, were now striped with red marks. The white-cream shells now red with paste. The pool needed his attention. The rocks were covered in white and spirals of different colour. In the centre of the design was a skin pouch. Red paste dripping from the string that held it closed. Shaking he reached for it. The smell was over whelming. As he cradled it the scent cover his hands. The red paste dribbling onto his own scent gland at his wrist and making his shiver. He took a tentative sniff, a wave knocked him. His vision pinkened. Fuzzy around the edges. Wasn't it just breath taking.
Sniffed closer this time. Nose almost touching the bag until he had to take it away to avoid triggering a homing scent; the Alpha would be there in seconds to claim him.
Instead, carefully he opened it. Dried meats, elk? It had been flavoured with crushed roots. His breath became a little shallow as his omega preened, chirping away about what a good providing Alpha would be, what a good hunter Alpha is and Yuuri venomously tried to tell it to shut up.
He sat on the edge of the pool, he was stuck. He wanted to answer in sorts to the Alpha, to encourage courting, but he also wanted to run away and go home. His Omega wasn't happy with that thought.
He looked down at his wrist and then rubbed it against the smooth stone. Blurring the red mark already there. The he pondered the food. A thankyou was in order. He rubbed both wrist against the red area. Smearing their scents together. It made him dizzy with want. The smell of honey and pine and spice all together was so... enriching and comforting. He really was playing with fire. It was a bold move. Yuuri curled back up under the tree blushing and rubbing his cheek against one wrist picking up the mixed scent of him and the Alpha; dragging him back into rest.
The next morning, he woke up warmth despite that he had not wrapped up very warm last night. The smell of the alpha was still on his wrist and pressed his nose into it. Finding it fading worried him. He crawled around the little burrow he had made. Listening and smelling for the Alpha outside. Nothing. He crawled out.
The air was fresher now, he didn't like it. He squeaked at the sudden assault of hormones that hit him. He sat down, he was so hot. So so hot. Scent burst form his glands. A mixture of arousal and distress. Then it suddenly cut. His head swayed and he struggled off the ground. A ghost-heat. It was quick and heavy. His knees trembled and he signed heavily. He had to wash his clothes now.
He sniffed the air. It was still early morning. No predators or the Alpha seemed to have reacted to his momentary heat.
He stripped off his tunic and then his trousers. Sniffing again, still nothing.
The pool was deep but not exceedingly so. He sat on the rock edge, ignoring the smudging of the red and marking he left behind as he slid into the water. It was cold and shocked him away from the softness his surroundings had become. Scents were stronger now. Less abstract.
Old Hyenadon, elk to the north, not far. Giant sloth towards the west; further. The alpha. His scent covered the entire pool. Yuuri dipped his head below the water before he reached onto the edge and pulled his clothes in. Scrubbing away the remains of that embarrassing episode. Worse, he could smell it. If the Alpha were to return, judging from the smell he would, the alpha would be able to smell it.
Perfect! His omega seemed to say, giggling and purring. Yuuri said it as well; in a very different tone.
Speaking of the alpha; his scent was indeed getting fresher. In his hazy state, he hadn't been able to tell. Yuuri dragged himself free of the water. Taking his clothes with him. He chucked them over the highest branch of his tree he could reach and climbed into his den, fighting with his pack to get the only other clothes he had with his; a long tunic and some other trousers.
When the Alpha emerged from the trees Yuuri could smell him. Sweaty from the run, carrying with him foods, fish and fruits and meats. Yuuri purred at the thought of the alpha providing. Not that he needed help, but it was a sign of a good mate, someone to hunt when he was pregnant.
He shook his head, angry with himself and his omega.
he didn't just want children; he wanted to be happy.
The alpha started to scent mark the area again. Moving closer to the tree before backing off. He stayed away to mark near the stream before approaching the tree again.
"Hal?" he breathed, Voice deep and vibrating through a sterdy chest. A greeting. Yuuri was too far gone when he came so close. he only crooned in responce, choking on his own, "ha-l" heart pounding as he shifted his hips. He whined and listened as the Alpha chuckled.
"See you?" He asked.
Yuuri froze up. He wasn't particularly attractive. He whimpered, allowing a nervous edge into his scent. If his brain was too far gone then his omega might as well get the point across.
The alpha hummed in understand. A root creaked above. He peered through, the alpha was standing above him, but all he could see was his hand covered in red paint, the other holding the bowl as he decorated Yuuri's tree.
He found a purr burst from his throat and he shifted around in the small den, letting his scent of arousal fall from his clothes. The alpha stilled his movements before completing the patterns, purring with him before stepping away. Yuuri whined, wriggling more in an attempt to bring the alpha back.
The alpha crooned gently, letting his own aroused scent fill the air. Yuuri blushed, a moment of awareness before he faded into the seedy heat. He'd have to clean these clothes too.
The alpha headed to the pool to redo the markings and arrange his offerings just so when he noticed a very very nice smell on the rocks. The red had been smudged where the omega had obviously slipped into the pool, it explained why his clothes had been wet especially if the omega was having this reaction. But he would, this late in the year. There was not much time left for courting; at this point it was betting to get on and go for it. traditional courting took to long. a few moons for curling up together and living together, the autumn was for more intense relations followed by the breeding season less than a moon from now.
He rubbed his fingers in. Enjoying the scent and hoping the omega would notice how much he liked the scent. He smelt it deeply again, feeling a familiar coil in his stomach and growling softly. He rubbed his scent gland on his neck, back arching against his own touch as his hormones flooded the air. He ignored the growing problem which the omega would definitely smell and rubbed his scent glands on his wrists into the rocks. The scent went straight down his spine, he chocked on his growl, back bending forward until his nose brushed the rock, panting, sweating. His body jerked, once, twice, before he sat up. Deep breaths. Deep breathes. He stood. placing the skull and spear nearby, drenching their scent in the soil around as he growled. The Omega should be his by now. Why was it still in his territory if it wasn't interested?
He tried to shake the angry thoughts free but it wasn't happening.
He left quickly, to return to his hound and den.
Yuuri was delirious in the den. The second the alpha's scent started to fade he struggled out, body burning and flushed to his chest. Dragging off his clothes his scrubbing them into the water. Barly looking up, only to notice the gifts but not go closer. He dissapeared back into his den to sleep the rest of the day away. At night he ate raw fish and dried meats for sleeping more.
The following morning he woke early. He could smell the alpha approaching already and found the sudden obsession just to see the alpha. He climbed past his dried clothes in a pair of trousers only. Waiting it the low branches, out of head height for the alpha to emerge.
He looked as good as he smelled.
Alpha had short silver hair, silver! Yuuri had never seen something so strange. Broad shoulders and a chest decorated in red and blue under his eyes. He was smelling the air as he came closer. Yuuri couldn't see his eyes but noticed the way he moved. Muscles like water; gliding over bone and making Yuuri pant for the alpha's touch; he'd never felt so needy.
The alpha spent a while sitting by the pool. Sharpening a stone flint. A hound behind him who would turn it's curious gaze towards him every now and again but did nothing to point out his location.
When the Alpha left the flint with his other gifts and returned to his forest Yuuri climbed down. He didn't approach the gifts, fresh scent would confuse him further. Instead he went further away from the alpha's forest to hunt for hares for the rest of the day.
The following day Yuuri sat out by the pool but the alpha did not make an appearance, if he had Yuuri surely would have darted inside his haven to hide. The day after, Yuuri could smell the Alpha's fresh scent but did not see him. By the pool he noticed a skull, painted to ward off evil things of the wilds and saw the painting fresh, like the unfrayed, unused, undirtied spear. it's teeth clattering when he inspected it. He purred, fine workman ship. Something to show off to his family, to pups. He stilled his thoughts and put the spear down. His Omega side throwing more things into his general thoughts and he didn't like it. What he didn't like more though, was that he had missed the alpha twice in two days not getting to see him.
He stripped from his clothes again, dumping them in the poll and trying to scrub the stickiness free of the material before hanging them by the others. He slipped into the water again, hoping to cold his body but only feeling the waters caress and wishing it were the alpha's.
But that's how it worked; Animal attraction.
A smell indicated compatibility and if going by this alpha's scent and their react to him than either they were very very compatible or both very horny. Yuuri had gone through several breeding season without such a reaction; compatibility it was.
Yuuri sat on the rocks in the sun, skin glistening as he dried off. he only had loin-clothes left; one of which he wrapped around his waist. His own chest bare now. Unlike Alphas there was very little need for warrior paint. It was for attracting a mate, marking themselves as territory owners from a distance so everyone would know despite which way the wind carried their scent. However, he had red and blue over his shoulders and back, not a lot but enough to scare off smaller predators by looking like one of the poisonous adders which lived in the long grass. An Omega almost never put paint on their stomachs, that was where an Alpha would decorate to protect an unborn child. Some Omega would decorate their hips in paler colours or a mixture known as enna, something that dried and fell from the skin leaving areas more tan; this supposedly brought attention to healthy hips to child bearing. Yuuri had never bothered, but now he dug around for the little satchel, tied tight only to allow a tiny gap. used to trail thin swirls across his hips and up towards his ribs. The angle awkward as he focused on twisting his body.
A crack of a twig had him snapping around to face the forest, eyes blown wide.
He was only wearing his loin-cloth.
Alpha had returned.
Over the Alpha's shoulder was a small mountain goat, blood staining the alpha's shoulder. The Icy blue eyes were staring at Yuuri. Yuuri who had just been seen decorating his hips to advertise fertility in said Alpha's territory.
Omega was very pleased. Yuuri... not so much. The Alpha practically dropped the prey into the dirt. A chocked growl echoing up his throat. Pheromones blown across the little clearing. He gave off an answering Omega scent. Alpha liked what he saw. Omega liked Alpha.
Yuuri tipped his head, like he'd seen Phichit do. But Phichit had met his Alpha in spring, no breeding hormones running wild then. He'd also been fully dressed. Yuuri stumbled to his feet and off the rocks - not entirely sure whether he wanted to run and throw himself at the other male.
The Alpha stalked closer, muscles rippling as Yuuri tipped his head further back. He stopped a metre away. Tense. He put his fist in-front of his chest. "Viktor." He breathed. "What are you named?"
The omega gulped. "y-Yuuri." He whimpered as the Alpha came little closer. Half a metre. So so close. A foot. Bare chest almost brushing his own.
"You staying in my territory." He crooned. "Why?"
"A-lpha." Yuuri swayed as the scent of arousal and pines swept over him, tipping his head to the side. Displaying raised pink glands. "Alpha..." He mumbled. His scent stronger. So close to the breeding season. So close to an unbond alpha and he was not bonded yet. With a dreaded moment he realised; he needed to wash the loin cloth as well. Viktor's eyes flickered down.
He could definitely smell it then. He stepped even closer, chest brushing softly. Leaning down. Nose brushing alone the swollen glands, purring. "Smell's'good." His tong darted out, flicking against sensitive skin and causing the omega to gasp.
"mhmm." Yuuri whined. pressing up against the alpha. Whimpered and shaking. Hormones were messing big time with his head.
"Come to my den." he offered, nibbling at the Omega's scent marks. Taking the omega's wrist and rubbing it against his own. "Mate." He mumbled. It was too fast. Too... soon.
"mate, mate, mate... mate..." The omega liked that idea. Liked it enough to chant it until it happened. "mate, mate..." Yuuri broke into purrs, shivers running up his spine.
"Will." The alpha agreed. The Alpha stepped back suddenly, blinking in shock. "ah- I apologise." Yuuri swayed, a hand on his shoulder to help. "Come to my den." he offered again. Yuuri with some sense of reality found himself nodding before he really thought anything of it. Everything about the male made Yuuri swoon.
Yuuri purred softly, "I want that." He mumbled. Yuuri found himself blushing, personality was often an odd clash with Omega instincts. "I should-um-get my things." He stuttered stepping back.
"ok." The Alpha-Viktor- Breathed, as the red-faced Yuuri stumbled back and hurried to his makeshift den, dragging out his furs and little pouches of dried food. He dragged out his little sack last, stuffing things in there is a rush. Pulling his slightly damp clothes off the branch and pulling them on and tying the sash and... oh he was done. He looked over to where Viktor was waiting, his blue eyes sparkling with amusement.
Yuuri did suppose he appeared rather eager.
"Ready?" He offered. Yuuri nodded, never meeting his gaze. "Come then." He stood, lifting the dead goat onto his shoulder. Yuuri went to grab Viktor's earlier gifts but instead Viktor plucked them from his grasp, tucking the skull under one arm and holding the spear with his own. Only allowing Yuuri to fiddle with the flint as Viktor strolled into the forest.
Yuuri followed, watching in awe as the muscle across Viktor's back rippled under the paint. The journey was short and Yuuri found himself following Viktor up a short stony trail to a small ledge, a dog waiting at the top panting and barking when it spotted Viktor. "Makkachin," Viktor introduced them. "Yuuri." Yuuri bent, running his hands over the dog's back and smiled. Seemed docile, safe. Three weeks ago Yuuri would have been ecstatic about a dog. Now his Omega sign was looking for any sign of danger for well... potential pups.
"Yuuri?" Viktor called gently. "Come in." Yuuri followed, the dog laying down to watch guard again. It was a deep cave, areas built up in walls of branches and hardened mud. Yuuri practically purred at the space and the fire, the spit above it and well built pots and skins of water. safe.
He purred his approval, eyes roaming the space. Viktor preened as he hung the kill above the fire on a hook, placing a pot below for any blood to drip. Yuuri stood awkwardly until Viktor approached him, gently tugging the sack form his back. Yuuri allowed him as Viktor sat by the fire and Yuuri sat next to him, fidgeting. Drawing circles in the dust with the flint. Viktor rested his ars over the sack, "Want to nest?" Yuuri snapped his head up. He would. He always did this time of year and the thought of resting in a nest without his own scent and design. He nodded shyly.
"ok," Viktor handed him his sack, pointing through one of the openings in the mud and wooden walls. "My inner den is in there." Yuuri stood, dragging the sack with him and crooned happily. Padding off to start his work.
Inside was dark, and warm. Furs covered the floor where Viktor had started a rather thin nest. Yuuri purred, a start. Many alphas especially so late in the year, while the summer was still hot only slept on a single fur mat.
He pulled the furs up, and went back outside. "Moss." He murmured. Viktor nodded and lead the way down the trail. Silently Yuuri chose his moss, allowing Viktor to help carry it and the leaves and branches he wanted. Viktor left his stock outside allowing Yuuri the privacy he would need to complete a nest he would feel comfortable in.
He emerged when the sun had started to set. Happy with his layered nest; Branches covered by moss and leaves with the furs his own and Viktor's combined left the perfect place for Yuuri-them to spend the season and followed by the cold season.
Viktor was crouched by the fire, using flints to slice into the goat's skin. "Ha-"He called, Viktor turned and smiled. Yuuri joined him by the fire, failing to subtly study his profile as Viktor turned to face him. They were mates. Technically since Yuuri had accepted his offer to return to his den, more so since he completed his nest.
They quickly fell into a natural routine. Yuuri helping to cook over the spit, Makkachin begging for scraps. Once the sun set the fire was their only light and heat. The hound slept nearby as they finished the food. Yuuri found nerves settling in. He'd have to share his nest with someone, a nest was rather private.
Viktor stood first, stocking the fire to last the night, he waited for Yuuri to stand. It was up to the Omega to invite Viktor into the-their nest now. Stuttered and stumbling he pulled the hanging skin open for Viktor to follow him inside. What had been a rather bare room was now soft and warm, he hummed his approval. Purring when the omega sat down on the bedding, adjusting the furs and pulling them over him holding them up for the alpha to join him. Viktor crawled over, Makkachin curling up at the bottom. Yuuri shuffled over to give him room to slid into the nest next to him. Yuuri stayed sitting, unsure and nervous. His smell showing as much. Viktor lay on his side looking up at the quiet omega, letting his pheromones seep around the nest, calming. He raised one arm, opening the bedding and looking at the omega imploring. Yuuri snuggled down, eyes wide and hyper aware of the Alpha's movements. Viktor purred, his scent turning aroused and happy. Putting his arm around Yuuri, not pulling but keeping him still as he moved closer, tucking his chin on top of the omega's head. Yuuri stared at the collar bone under pale skin, looking at the little darker shapes on his neck; scent glands, and wriggled closer, the purr building in Viktor's throat. Yuuri pressed his nose to the delicious scent that had kept him in the territory and drifted off.
The first morning with Viktor, Yuuri wakes first. Arms and legs tangled with the older male. The dog still asleep at the bottom of the nest. Yuuri find that he's incredibly happy. He nuzzled the Alpha, he snuggled around a little. The alpha is partly asleep, rolling on top of Yuuri and over him. Curling his body around him to nuzzle at his scent glands. Viktor melted into the sweet smell, blearily looking down into the surprised but blissful eyes of his omega. "Sunrise," He greeted, (A word used for good morning) rubbing his nose along Yuuri's cheek.
"Sunrise." Yuuri replied as they slowly untangled themselves and sitting up.
After that they fell in naturally together. Without much questioning, both would go out to hide. Set traps and Viktor lead the way around his territory showing Yuuri bushes of berries, nut trees and areas of herbs and plants with edible roots. Yuuri pointed out some of the poisonous plants of Hatsetsu and some of the edible ones Viktor had never seen in the north.
More leaves turned brown but the pines stayed dark green. They set fish basket traps and hung them up in the trees out of the way of hyenadons and short-nosed bears and stocked up for two things; the cold season and before that; the breeding season.
The sun rose and set several times before the breeding season truly hit, several days of scenting, snuggling, hunting and gathering. The last few days were hard on both alpha and omega. Their scents pumping out. Arousal tainted the air and made both tense.
The breeding season had just started when Yuuri was hit by an intense heat. It coiled under his skin and made him shiver and sweat. Only the thing next to him made him more comfortable. He snuggled onto it, burying his head into the wonderful smell. "It started." it-alpha- hummed. Yuuri purred. His Alpha would take care of him.
Viktor rolled them both over, pinning Yuuri to the nest pressing close while Makkachin made a quick escape. Yuuri tugged at his tunic. It was too hot! Viktor gently untied the sash. Freeing Yuuri of the constraints and freeing him. Yuuri preened once he was lain bare in front of his mate, only then noticing that his alpha was still partially covered. After that everything went blurry and his heat came in full force. All Yuuri could feel was heat and pain, but as his alpha cared for him the pain dissipated and he allowed his alpha to sink against him.
Yuuri did not remember the first few days of his heat. Just the immense pleasure and relief all wrapped up in one. The last day or so he felt it all, every touch, every moment, every knot.
He came to still connected, the alpha's chest leaning against his back, panting and nibbling on his new bond mark. "Alpha..." He stuttered, still confused... "Vik-tor."
The man above him shifted causing Yuuri to flinch with a gasp. "Yuuri." He purred, voice low and oh so perfect. "Viktor rolled him hips causing both man to shudder. It was ending now. As they parted Yuuri braced his arms to stop from falling. The room stank, the air heavy with combined scent. Viktor pulled Yuuri up and dragged his limp, spent body into his arms. Purring and letting out waves of comfort and something else; Viktor was incredibly pleased. He had a mate and spent said mate's heat with him. The chances of fertility was high and it had been amazing.
Easily they returned to normal except they continued through the season. As the days became shorter they spent more time sleeping and cuddling by the fire. As the breeding season - just under 2 moons long - ended and the cold season began, they hunted less and slept more. When the weather cleared for them to venture into the snow Viktor had trailed Yuuri like a shadow. They set a few traps and found the river too frozen to fish.
Viktor that night fell asleep with Yuuri curled up against him, but woke without him there. He froze, sniffing; he was close by, but nervous. He scrambled from the nest. Makkachin looked unconcern but his owner's hormones had blown up; protectiveness spiralling out of control. Very natural for a new mate especially after the breeding season. Many mates had time to adjust to each other, more chance to learn what may set the other's hormones off or make them worry. Now Yuuri had up and gone. Viktor struggled from the den only to spot Yuuri on the ledge, lit by the red glaze of the fire. Before Viktor could say something Yuuri howled. A song echoing over his territory and to the south. The intones were varied slightly from the northern's song. But Viktor still understood. He sat down again and resting against the mud wall. Watching as Yuuri sang.
He was addressing a relative, a parents sibling. The next howl had him tensing. He was talking bout the 'season just passed,' and at this point that would be the breeding season.
He must be contacting his omega parent. was he far away enough to have to start a chain. A very soft howl echoed his own. They howled back and forth a few times before each said their goodbyes and Yuuri climbed to his feet and turned, spotting Viktor and jumping. His dark brown eyes met Viktor's. "hay."
"Ha." Viktor murmured, still sitting as Yuuri pitterpatted over. Viktor opened his arms, offering a refuge. Yuuri slumped into him purring. "Who was that?"
Yuuri rested his chin by Viktor's ear. "Minako, my Omega Parent's littermate." Viktor nodded, unsure how to broach the subject to which their conversation discussed.
Instead he let out a very soft warm scent, hands drifting from Yuuri's back to his hips and to his stomach. "are you...?" There was after all not many reasons to send a long distance howl at night unless he planned to stay near the den.
"I uh..." He whined embarrassed. "I haven't had my heat... blood." He squeaked. "It's been due..." He stuttered to a halt, burying his face into Viktor's neck. The Alpha burst into purrs, rubbing his hands over Yuuri tunic before loosening the sash and slipping his fingers underneath to touch the warm skin of his tummy.
V-Viktor... let... lets go to sleep." He whispered, without a second to thought Viktor half carried him through the gap and buried him in blankets a happy purr developing into a chuckle followed by fall blown laugh. Following Yuuri into the warmth. "V-Viktor?"
"Yuuri!" He gasped, pressed his nose against his neck. "yuuri, yuuri, yuuri..." He sighed. "Are you happy?" He sobered. Pulling back to look down at his mate with glassy eyes.
Yuuri blink and looked away, almost shrugging. "I-I'm Scared. I-I want a p-pup." He was blushing now. "I really do... But I'm scared. It's been..."
"Fast?" Viktor offered, a soft smile rubbing his nose along Yuuri's jaw making the omega tip back his head, exposing his throat. Viktor pulled back and slipped outside, leaving Yuuri lying in the nest, dizzy from Viktor's protective overload.
He returned with two small pots. "Sit up." he said, excitement in his tone. "Tunic off." Yuuri followed without question, as Viktor crawled over and sat on his legs, helping tug his clothes off and placing the pots on the furs. Yuuri recognised them. The paints made with Viktor's scent.
"You don't mind?" Viktor asked softly, looking desperately at Yuuri.
"n-no," Yuuri stuttered. His mate beamed gently pressed him in the furs so Yuuri was lying down on his back with Viktor sitting above him. Viktor softly started to draw the colours onto Yuuri's flat stomach. They later fell asleep together, Viktor muttered name ideas into Yuuri's ear as the omega purred. He was scared, but at least it was Viktor by his side.
Moons passed until the cold season was well underway. Yuuri had hardly left the den and his scent had changed. Viktor stayed nearby and made sure Makkachin was always on guard. Once Yuuri's scent had changed Viktor left the cave once a day to check traps and bring in more firewood. Yuuri had started to show when the second layer of snow fell and Viktor loved every inch of his had sat up with Yuuri as Yuuri had planned with Minako how his Omega Parent could get to him in the early spring; the birthing season.
"I'll have to lead a trail." Viktor murmured once Minako had said her goodbyes.
"or you could just get her." Yuuri pointed out.
"I am not leaving you here."
"I'll be with Makkachin, I'm not useless."
"Neither is your mother." Viktor begged Yuuri to see reason. "She can make it here alone. Minako is dropping her off on the territory border."
"What about the hyenadon scent?" Yuuri growled.
Viktor hissed in annoyance. "What if it came here?"
"It's never been seen here!" Yuuri spat, standing on tip toes, nose to nose with Viktor. "She Is Not Travelling Alone!"
"YU-" Viktor's tense, growls and aggression bubbling in sound and scent. Before suddenly hes quite and calm. "I give Minako entrance." He hissed. As if burned. For an Alpha to let another onto his territory especially one who he wasn't related to, it probably did. As a young Alpha he was particularity protective of his territory. An older Alpha would maybe allow other Alphas in, if they were blood relations or the direct relations or the mates of their own pups. To allow Minako, who was an un-bonded (Although he didn't know that yet) unrelated alpha into his territory while his mate would most likely be close to labour was terrifying for the young male Alpha.
"R-really?" Yuuri whimpered, staring. "You... will?"
Viktor nodded, frown etched into his features. "I will. But that means i set the trail here tomorrow and then I don't leave. We have enough food, I only have to get a little more fire wood but I refuse to go far. And your not leaving the den..."
"What?" Yuuri whined.
"Without me, so we should go mark the trail now." Viktor groaned. The both left the warmth of the fire and wrapped up warm. They reached the south border which ending in the long grass. Branches had been scattered along it's edge and painted blood red. Viktor really had put alot of work into this.
Yuuri rubbed his wrists along the blood-red branches. His scent had changed, something very potent to humans but not to other animals. They followed the shorted path home. Yuuri marking every tree for his mother to follow until they reached the den.
"Good," Viktor muttered, still grouchy from the Minako territory business as he slouched down by the fire. Yuuri sat next to him, nuzzling his head under Viktor's chin purring softly until Viktor joined in. Makkachin dramatically flopped down for a nap.
They had been snowed in, Yuuri spent less time outside waddling around when he did and no further than the ledge, he never stepped foot down the path. Viktor wasn't having it. Yuuri allowed Viktor to go over protective most of the time but when it got to the point where Viktor was scared a snow flake on his nose would somehow kill him Yuuri snapped. Spitting and kicking him out of their nest until the sun sank and the cold turned deadly.
Viktor slipped under the covers, Yuuri's back to him. Viktor sighed. His independence was both really stressful/annoying but at the same time, very attractive.
Slowly, hoping not to get bitten or snapped at, Viktor slid one arm around him stomach and rubbed circles under his tunic. "Sorry." He breathed against Yuuri neck.
The omega purred softly, pressing back against the alpha's chest. Viktor supposed he was forgiven.
Yuuri went into labour a little early. The snow was melting, but not fast enough. Not really. Viktor woke up to find Yuuri pacing outside, nerves coiling off him. Struggling to howl and breath evenly.
"Yuuri?" Viktor paced along side him. "What-"
"I'm..." He struggled. "birthing-" He gasped, stomach rippling under his tunic and pressing hand. "call-"
"I'll call her, lye down, stay warm." Viktor ordered, trying to ignore the tightness in his chest.
As Yuuri disappeared inside, Makkachin emerging to whine at Viktor who let out a tremendous howl. It was early morning. Water dripping off the ledge and cave. He howled, louder, more desperate. Wasn't Minako awake?
Suddenly she answered. As best as he could Viktor asked her to come and bring Yuuri's omega parent - Hiroko, he believed.
They were coming.
Viktor sat with Yuuri most of the day. Bringing him water and food, rubbing his hips and helping him out of his trousers so he only wore the long tunic. It was evening when the arrived. Viktor growled; this minako was a damn un-mated alpha! He stalked from the cave. Two women were hurrying up the path. "Ha!" The shorter one called out. "Where's Yuuri?" He let her pass with a jerk towards his den; She was the omega. The other attempted to follow but Viktor stood in ehrway, a growl bubbling free. "You can come up, but you stay away from my den." He spat, Aggressive alpha hormones spirally. Luckily Minako didn't fight him. "ok, look brat I wont go near him, I'll stay here." To make her point to stalked past and sat with a thump by the fire.
Yuuri almost cried in relief when his mother turned up. "Oh Yuuri!" She gasped. "Your ok now, I'm here." She sat by him, purring. "Now tell me; what's your nice mate's name called?"
"Vi-Viktor..." He blushed, despite the pain it was still a little... embarrassing.
She stuck her head through the gap into the open air. "Viktor! Come here." She barked. Almost immediately the alpha pushed him way in, wide blues eyes fixing on Yuuri who purred. "Stay close to him, I'll talk him through it. Help him sit up a little." Viktor sat behind him, legs caging him safely in.
"Yuuri, breath with me ok?"
It got dark, and temperature oplummeted, Hiroko brought in a small fire to the entrance, moving the fur skin out the way.
The night was long. The smell of blood and Yuuri made viktor dizzy with nerves until a high pitched screaming echoed around the den. He jolted. In the dark; Hiroko held a small wriggly thing; black hair and red faced, although that might be the light. Yuuri had sagged aginst his chest in relief before gasping and arching away from him. "Ma-ma." He yelped. "what-"
"It's ok Yuu-" He quickly wrapped up the tiny child and placed it-him-her? on the ground. "Here's come his litter mate." Oh him. This pup was slightly smaller, with silver hair and didn't cry. "Where-" Viktor stared, the other was still yelping and screaming. Wy was this one so... Yuuri panicked. His smell turned soured and he whimpered. Suddenly Hiroko smacked their pup-hard- on the back and it screeched, she sighed in relief. "She's alive. Its ok Yuuri. She's ok."
Viktor glared, she just hit his pup? The older omega laughed when she noticed Viktor's intense stare; "to make her breath." she added before turning to her son. "Their hungry." Yuuri jumped struggling to pull off his tunic, Viktor's warm hands slid it off him with ease. Admiring his plumper body. Hiroko placed the male on Yuuri first. Yuuri leaned further down so the pup was mostly lying down. Hiroko placed the second child and they both began to nuzzle and feed, stopping their crying. Viktor pulled furs around his mate, purring.
Yuuri crooned encouraging at them. The blood and fluids at his feet forgotten as Hiroko silently dragged the messier pelts outside leaving the new family alone.
Viktor gulped, two pups? Was that normal? Sure, he and Georgi had been born together but- Mila and Yuri were separate. Was it because they met so late in the season. Fertility shooting up to force a mating? His parents had said something similar.
"Yuuri-" he breathed. "Wh-what do you want-" He was choking." To call them?"
The omega hummed in thought. "Mizuki - for her." he nodded down at the smaller silver haired girl. "Because the clouded cleared tonight and I could see the moon through the gap." He nodded to the way out of the den. Sure enough - now that Hiroko had taken the little fire away, silver light lit the den up. "Can you name him?" Yuuri asked. "I want at least one to have a northern name."
"of course..." He thought. "I know no names which could match in meaning. But we could use the ancient wording; Noch for night, Sneg for snow..." Yuuri giggled. "Temno?" Viktor sighed.
"Mezyat?" He offered.
"Mez-yat?" Yuuri asked. "Mizuki and Mezyat? What does it mean?"
"Halfmoon... I think." Viktor said.
Yuuri laughed. "Definitely- especially if you only think."
Viktor managed to get a message to his family int the north via several territories. A couple weeks passed and Yakov turned up with Mila and Yuri in tow.
"Mesyats!" He barked at is son as Yuuri emerged from their den. One child strapped to his back, the other to his front. "Mesyats! Not Mezyat you idiot!" When Viktor had told him the pups' names.
That summer they joined the celebrations in the south leaving their territory alone although not for longer than a week. They had bags on their backs and a pup each strapped to their fronts.
An open none-claimed area was for the meeting. Viktor had already met Minako and she joined them for last day of travel talking animatedly and asking if Yuuri was excited to see his friends again. he was.
The gathering a throng of makeshift dens (of those who were too far away) and food. Viktor and Yuuri added the dried meets and more northern cuisine to the buffet tables. "Should we make our den?"
Yuuri nodded and they quickly set if up using branches and the furs they had brought. Finally having a soft spot to place their pups down for a proper nap, and a private place for Yuuri to feed them. Viktor sat by the entrance, fiddling with the hanging pelt.
Yuuri fed them both, curled up together on his chest both they burped and let go. He pulled his tunic back on. After a quick nap he and Viktor ventured outside. Several huge fires hd set up and dances had started. new borns and very young pups held in arms of in slings, older pups raced each other of tottered about on chubby legs. Yuuri placed a soft nuzzle on Mizuki's head, her silver hair a little longer now.
Viktor purred and tapped his son-who was in his arms-'s nose.
They met Yuuko; Who had 3, Phichit and Guang-Hong only had a single child each and Yuuri found himself by one of the fires with his old Omega-pack, Viktor heading off with their mates plus Minako and surprisingly, Mari was there. It wasn't abnormal for alpha siblings to fight with omegan sibling's mates. A test really.
Yuuri joined in with the grooming and stories of their children. "Yuuri," Guang-Hong said suddenly. "you were the last on your own - was it hard?"
"no no," Yuuri answered as he placed Mezyat down on the grass with his sister and other pups so they could ably and gurgle together. "I wasn't alone long."
"But it was almost the breednig season when we split."
"It was clsoe... I met Viktor just as our scents were getting stronger -I kind of fell into his territory." Yuuri felt a blush growing up his cheeks.
"How?" Phichit laughed.
"I couldn't smell an alpha from a rock ridge and climbed down but then I could get back up when I realised I was in an unknown Alpha's territory. At first I panicked but then I sort of..." He blushed.
"So you wouldn't have approached him?" Phichit challenged.
"NO! I-" Yuuri growled annoyed. "I could've left within an hour, I found the boudry where I could get out but... I stayed..." He blushed again. "I liked it." It obviously referred to the scent.
"He looks like a good Alpha Yuuri." Yuuko offered.
"He is." Yuuri beamed.
THE END
I gave up trying to find a Russian name which meant something not biblical or christian or to do with victory. I wanted something to do with night. I tried google translate.
Gave up in the end!
I hope you really enjoyed this! I definitely enjoyed writing it. 10,526 words total!