A room, maybe or a large cave. It was dark one couldn't tell or make out its interior, but it was large and hallow. It was filled with a thick humidity that clung to the skin and made it even harder to breath. but despite that as the eyes started to adjust. You could see minute details, dark shadows moving slowly against each other. Moans of pleasure and the whimpers of submission, of pain. Among it, the slight sound of a cell phone vibrating followed by something wet slipping out of something. the sound of bodies moving, a grunt and he spoke. A low groan, wet sounds of footsteps. He listened and then he spoke.
"You will do no such thing… Brother." His sonorous tone of voice dominated the darkness. The eerie glow of the cell phone barely touched his skin. Just below his thick voice, the smell of animal musk, surrendering moans of pain, harsh deviant pleasure in laughter and forgotten hints of tears of submissive sex filled the room. With heavy wet footsteps, he spoke apathetically. "Tell me what happened?"
He waited, noting the apprehension in his brother's voice. He listened carefully. Wading through the darkness, among writhing bodies like snakes in a pit, whimpering, crying, gasping, cruel laughter grunting and the slapping of flesh.
"Go on… Brother." He ignored his surroundings, "it is not your fault…" reassuring him. He gave a heavy sigh, keeping his eyes on the sole form of soft warm light, an open empty single door less opening. Beyond it, blue skies and warm sand colored stone. The rays of lights cut with a sharp edge of a blade and fell heavy across the floor, forcing the heavy dark away. A perceived sanctuary waiting to pull the lost souls to safety.
His body, himself very comfortable in the dark, moved effortlessly across the damp floor with each wet, sticky step. the particles of light clung to him like mist slowly revealing his form as he moved closer to the light.
The shadows of well-defined chest and abs, strong arms and legs. His emerging naked perspiring form like a God coming into view. His long wet dark hair hung over his eyes, across his muscular chest, "go on…" His thin cruel lips moved as he growled, his opposite arm hung to his groin, scratching himself, wet with sex and filth. Sweat dripped from the hard-defined lines of his muscles, leaving drops disappearing on the damp floor. Wrapped around his wrist, A small leather twine trailing behind him, tied around the thin little neck of a frail young girl with dead eyes, wearing thin dirty rags, looking submissively at his feet. Her steps, light and quick to keep up. For fear if she fell, he would drag her along the ground without remorse.
"It is my fault…" with a low raspy voice. "I should've known." slowly closed his eyes, disappointed, "no… I should've thought of potential outliers… Who is this boy…" He asked in a demanding tone that demanded an answer as he shook his head, "not your fault…" his eyes steeled, "Elaina… Corrina?" His chest trembled with a harsh growl.
He was familiar with them both. Elaina, one of the queens of the four kingdoms, who served under Anastasia, Queen of the four kingdoms, and Corrina, her hellion. His displeasure noticeable on his face as he clenched his fist tight. "so, the bitch fucks him…. hmmm." closing his eyes, "who could it be…." His dark aura heavy and malicious soaked the air around them.
The little girl squeezed her eyes tight, her shoulders curling inward hoping to disappear, to hide from his anger. she readied herself for the hit. she shook uncontrollable as a warm liquid ran down her legs and pooled around her bare feet. But nothing happened. He was to involve in his conversation. Her heart beat a little stronger.
"How did she know this boy?" He asked himself. "No… Not you brother." With a hard breath, he spoke, "but she did arrive… This Mikoto Misaka?" He closed his eyes and started to grin, "good… All is not lost… And the information regarding the shewolves and Anastasia's little bitch are pluses." fretted his brown, his eyes stinging from the light, standing on the edge where the light fell to the ground, feeling the warmth of the sun light and warm air taking in his muscular form.
With a little shake, he squeezed his manhood, flipped his hand away. brought it up and brushed his wet dark hair from his eyes, revealing eyes that were black and narrow, behind his ear, running his thick finger around the curve of his ear to his unnaturally pointed tip. Not like an elf or magical beast but a wolf. It was a rare affliction among male wolves.
A normal male wolf was human in appearance. Standing in a group of naked athletically built males you could not tell a wolf from a human. But he was a brood male. A bred of wolf, larger and more muscular than a normal wolf. This was one of the unique physical features that differentiated him from other wolves. The pointed tips gave him away. even among the brood males he was unique.
He ran his tongue over his teeth, smacked his lips and showed his large canines as he gave a bored yawn, bringing his hand away from his ear, looking down at his chest. He brushed away bits of filth hanging across his skin. He slipped his fingers down his belly, scratching the thick dark hair from his waist to his groin, grabbed himself and squeezed and flipped the goo from his fingers.
"Brother… He said without a care, stopping near the line of the golden rays stretched across the ground. He stood on the edge, the light taking in his form, as he remained still in the dark, raising his chin, looking beyond the sandstone colored patio and across the vast sandstone colored buildings of the city below. The distant sounds of people going about their everyday business and then out to the bright blue sky beyond. He chuckled before he spoke…. but…
A loud explosion of metal, skidding tires across dirt and a gunshot slammed into his ears. "BROTHER!" his emotions shattering the border between light and dark.
With a heavy wet sound, he stepped onto the light, his toes spreading out to support his massive weight. Tendons running up his ankle, up his extended fibula tightened, a throwback, a remnant of the wolf, while human but his elongated heel rose nearly a foot from his foot, like the shape of a wolf hind leg. A feature shared with elder female wolves. his chest shuddered, a thick heavy growl trembled, hearing their voices over the cell phone. He forced his emotions back down, lowered his head, closed his eyes and listened.
