White as Snow

The snowfall was brutal this late evening heavy and thick with no signs of letting up. Despite the years of living in such cruel weather the wolf still had little tolerance for it. It was not the cold that bothered him but the color.

That pure white that in the daytime set the landscape ablaze and by night casted an eerie glow draping the few trees that dare planet their roots in this wasteland. It was a far more morbid a scene than any battle in the man's opinion.

There was something unnatural about this colorless landscape; white casting no emotion at all. At least with black he could relate to darkness, sin, lust and red to the blood of fallen comrades. These thoughts the wolf pondered as he watched guard.

But white was to mean purity and salvation. The wolf couldn't understand how people could draw such conclusions about a color that truly was void of anything. The wolf would choose to be any color but white yet here he was snow piling on his fur covering his grey coat.

To say he hated the color would be harsh. The fact is that couldn't be farer from the truth. It inspired fear in him, a feeling of sheer power, one that could overcome anything. An almost certainty that was not found often in life…

Zan shook his head and tail sending the snow flying. His ears fell pressed to his head. A bolt of shame and embarrassment ran through his body. He wasn't pondering the color white any longer. He could stand their lying to himself convincing himself otherwise.

The general gazed to the sky. The moon was gone hiding this evening thick clouds blocking any chance at glimpsing her. Zan looked around hoping for a distraction from his thoughts but none was found. He was alone his pack mates working away in the factory or asleep trying to escape the cold.

The wolf sighed, admitting defeat as he looked down, thoughts of soft white feathers entering his mind. Red soon painted the stark white, silk joining the growing image. Zan closed his eye's trying to shake the thought.

The form grew more vide a pair of chrisom red eye's slowly opening as the mass of white fully transformed into Lord Shen. The peacock stood graceful his fan displayed proud for all to see. Shen smiled at him slightly stroking one of his long facial feathers.

Zan shook his head slamming it against the factory entrance door. He couldn't bear to see this thought transform anymore. The wolf was fighting a blush as his body shook. He was losing the battle.

Shen slowly walked over to the wolf his normal glare of hate replaced with desire. Zan shivered as he grew closer; the peacock's cocky grin never once leaving his face. The bird seemed pleased by the wolf's fear and growing desire.

Shen stroked his mustache one last time as he came to rest in front of the shaking pup. The peacock only smirked wider his eyes shining with a lustful gleam. The bird reached out stroking the wolf's check.

Zan swallowed hard as the soft feathers trailed from his check to his neck. The lord only chucked sexily as he nuzzled the general's neck. His wings played with his chest trailing circles around scratching at his fur.

The wolf only responded with a low moan at the pleasant contact. His eyes were closed his breathing heavier as the peacock delivered a sharp love bite to his neck. Shen only smiled as he wrapped his large tail fan around Zan veiling them in a soft feathery embrace.

The wolf slide down the door falling to his knees as the vision took hold. There was no use, it was taking control. The wolf moaned slightly…

Zan opened his eyes to see the lord glancing up at him before delivering another bite this time to his shoulder. The wolf yelped in pleasure as his body grew warm from the stimulations, his eyes snapping closed once more. The peacock seemed thrilled by his response licking the drops of blood that fell from the fresh love bite.

"Shen," the wolf manged to utter a word as the prince's wings continued to tease his body trailing lower. The general was all too aware of his growing problem. He was sure as close as the peacock was he could feel it as well.

Shen only laughed putting a wing to his mouth to silence him. The wolf forced his eyes open staring into Shen's. The peacock's reflected such a deep ruby red. It was enchanting. Zan felt himself lower his mouth as to meet the lord's in a kiss.

Zan gave into his body's desire. He leaned his head back pleasing his body as he did so. The wolf moaned loud ignoring the bitter chill of the falling snow.

Shen's tail feathers gently moved stroking the wolf's body as he drew closer. The peacock leaned in slightly as to meet him half way but at the last second pulled away. Zan seemed surprised as the lord gave him a teasing smile.

The peacock leaned forward his beak resting close to his ear. The wolf shivered as he could feel the man's breath tickle his ear. Shen's crest fell back slightly as a devious look over came him. It took the entire wolf's power to keep his eyes on the bird as his tail feathers continued to playfully stroke his body.

Shen let one final chuckle out as he whispered in the wolf's ear, "Love me," his words were sexual and raspier than normal. The wolf blushed deeply but was soon taken over by lust. The peacock's wing shot downward grasping his loins.

Zan bolted upward slightly as the peacock throw him to his back. The wolf let a lustful howl out as he flipped the lord. The peacocked only smiled urging Zan to perform. The wolf slammed his lips on Shen's beak the two passionately making out.

"Take me!" snapped Shen ordering the wolf to obey as he broke the kiss delivering another love bit to the wolf's shoulder. It was the peacock in control here with Zan more than happy to oblige. The wolf only howled once more as he ravaged the prince…

Zan howled as warmth shot from his lower half. The wolf was panting as the clear fluid stained the snow. The general looked away embarrassed by his own lustful display.

He was thankful no one was around to witness such an act of weakness. The wolf hurried to clean himself in fear of being caught. Zan had only a minute to recover as he heard the large door behind him opening.

The wolf jumped to his feet at the ready. A guard appeared to him bowing to the commander. Zan waved him to stand.

The wolf guard spoke as he stood, "Lord Shen requests your presence in his private study." Zan felt a wave of uneasiness overcome him as he nodded to the solider. He waved the man off who disappeared back inside happy to be out of the cold night air.

The general's ears lowered. How could he face Shen right after having such a delusional fantasy? Just looking at the lord was going to prove a challenge let alone talking to him…

The wolf sighed following the guard inside. Regarudless of his own uneasy he would have to go. Shen hated to be kept waiting. If he didn't go quickly he would have to face punishment. Zan still wasn't sure which one was worst…

To Be Continued…