Get of Fenris
Part Five: Shadow Lord's Promise





"...Tylon..."

"Who's Tylon?"

"Evil, money-sniffing sonsobitches, every single one of them. I want to ass-fuck every single Tylon alive with a barbed broadsword."

"That's not very sporting, now is it?" Fang asked suddenly.

An idea sprang into Yugo's mind, he turned around. "How can you say that!? Tylon serves the Wyrm!!!"

"...." Fang folded his arms and sighed. "Then you have my and the Garou Nation's full permission to 'ass-fuck every single Tylon alive with a barbed broadsword'."

Yugo grinned slyly and turned toward the WOC building. They continued walking but when Yugo stopped at the limousine. He knelt toward the back tire and sank his claws into the rubber until they heard a reasonable farting sound. Yugo went to the other back tire and did the same thing, he looked at Fang. "I'd want you to change to wolf form and piss on the apholstery, but you'd be wasting perfectly good piss for when we meet the bitch."

"Heh." Fang smirked, then they entered, seeing the white-haired woman standing there. Yugo spat on the ground and walked up to her. "Alice Tylon."

"Ohgami Yugo."

"How many puppies have you kicked since I last kicked your ass to the political grindstone?"

"...very amusing." Alica frowned angrily, then saw the look on Fang's face. "Training a new generation to hate me?"

"You fucking deserve it." They walked to the elevator and as the doors open, they saw a familiar cloaked figure standing there.

"Splinter-in-the-Mind's-Eyes!?" Fang shouted with astonishment.

"...you're late. Have you two finished coating the walls with testosterone yet?"

"We were just finishing." Yugo stepped in, followed by Fang, then Alica. They stopped at the top floor and got out, Brad grabbed Alica's shoulder and pulled her back. "I want to talk to Miss Tylon alone. It'll only be a second."

"We'll have the lynch mob ready when you get back." Yugo and Fang entered the office and the doors closed.

Alica turned to face Brad, but she got the sense of terror shiver down her spine upon looking at Brad's unearthly handsome face. Brad's eyes narrowed mennasingly, then green gem on his forehead lit up for a second. "There will be peace here, Tylon. You do anything to break it in any way, shape or form... your grandchildren tomorrow will be feeling the mistakes you made today."

"Who are you supposed to be? The Enforcer?"

"No, Tylon. I'm a Shadow Lord... putting snot-nosed little punks in their places is what we do best." Brad walked passed her, then stopped. "I could care less if you are Mokolè... you're the same Wyrm-Trash that lets the money do the talking. And I don't give a Ratkin's ass if you are Solaria's Chosen, you're just a meat popsicle to me. You lost all your free rides coming here. Bump what Yugo says, this is MY city, you lost all your corporate and political rights here, you're fair game. ....remember that."

"...yes."

"Good, now go."

Alica entered the office and closed the doors, she focused her attention on Yugo and Fang. Sitting in her seat, she cleared her throat to speak.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip you apart." Yugo got the ball rolling.

"I came here to speak to the Garou King."

"What makes you think the good and just King Albrecht would want to talk to a money-sniffing Wyrm-spawn like you!?" Fang shouted angrily and bitterly.

"W-wyrm-spawn!?" Alica shouted, then her eyes focused on Yugo. "Spreading false rumors I see."

"It ain't false, Tylon. Your greed and arrogance killed millions, that deed is Wyrm-worthy in itself."

"But... it wasn't ME who did it!"

"I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK IF IT WAS YOUR SISTER! YOU'RE A TYLON!!!!" Yugo pounded his fists in the desk. "A Tylon's place in the world is six feet in the soil!!"

"..."

Brad walked into the office, although they didn't see the doors open. Their eyes focused on the cloaked figure as his arms folded. "Yugo, be kind to the woman."

"She's no woman, Splinter. If you look under that dress, you'll be tentacle-smacked."

"..." They could see a new pair of glasses on Brad's face, but in either case, they didn't hide the disapproval on Brad's face. "...you know the rules, Ohgami."

".... fine." Yugo jerked away from Brad's gaze.

"But Splinter-in-the-Mind's-Eyes, did you hear such ludicrious request!? This agent of the Wyrm wants to speak to King Albrecht!!"

"Let her."

"WHAT!?!" Yugo and Fang looked directly at Brad after what Brad said.

"HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MARBLES!?" Yugo roared in anger. "She'll try to fuck the King like she fucked everyone else!!!!"

"If she does, she knows what'll happen to her."

"Are you certain you can trust her around the benevolent King?"

"....."

Fang shrieked back into his seat, Brad looked at Alica and signaled her forward. "We are going to Wolf Mountain. You know the rules."

"Yes, sir." She stood up and gave a triumphant smirk to Yugo as they exitted.

"Wipe that smirk off your face, woman." Brad didn't even turn around to say it.

"I heard of the Shadow Lords, they are not well-liked in any of the Garou tribes."

"I am in no position to comment on that."

"Tell me, what are you really? You obviously more than a humble Garou werewolf."

Brad and Alica entered the elevator, Brad's arms folded and the shadows reburied his face. "Keep your nose out of my pedagree."



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"May I present, King Jonas Albrecht of the Silver Fangs!"

Brad and Alica bowed to the king as he entered, Albrecht got them to rise again and his eye shifted right at Alica. "What is a Mokolè doing amongst the wolves?"

"I have to apologize for something, Milord."

"Go on."

"There was an attack here, I reckon. A fight between a woman and your kin."

"You mean the floating woman with the number on her arm?"

"Yes, let me explain..."

"..." Albrecht's eye got a sinister glint in it as it turned yellow. "...yes, you better." He barked.

"You see, Uranus was created by my labs in New York City... well, she went out of control and we were unable to find her. I found out that..."

"ARREST HER!!!!" Albrecht pointed, giving his command.

"WHAT!?" Alica shot straight up as four large white werewolves knabbed her. "WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?"

"So you're the Wyrm blight responsible for the creation of that beast." Albrecht walked up to her, in Glabro form. "That woman was full of taint, she oozed black blood in the summer sun... it stank the place and sent many of my subjects into a foaming frenzy!!!"

"Sire..." Brad began as he slowly approached, he saw the look on Alica's face. "Pardon me for my intrusion but don't you think that this woman is not responsible for the taint getting there?"

"What do you mean?"

"I can't smell taint on her, nor can I detect it in her mind and soul... it's easy to see in her eyes that she has no recollection of the taint getting there so that means another person gave the woman that level of taint during her creation."

"And I know who's responsible too." Alica informed Albrecht. "I had a brother named Van. He's the one that gave Tylon a tarnished image."

"Explain." Albrecht ordered her, a dead serious look in his eyes.

"Well... it begins like this..." Alica was hesitant but she began her explanation.




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