1 1: Bedtime Story
A scream echoed throughout the mansion as a flash of lightning slice through the stormy skies followed by a deafening crack of thunder that reverberate within the mansion walls.
"Papa! Daddy!" A boy screamed as another burst of light appeared outside the window. He cupped his ears with his small hands as he shut his eyes from the thunder that followed as he retreated further behind his blanket in the corner.
He heard the door creak open and out of the darkness two pairs of eyes glowed, one red and the other green. The boy folded his legs over his small chest as he continued to sob.
"Papa? Daddy?" He called so low that you could mistake it as if a whisper; his voice showed that he was afraid. His eyes never leaving those familiar orbs in the darkness as they approached him cautiously.
"Arthur? Baby are you ok?" A masculine voice called out of the dark. The boy shifted upon hearing the voice as he turned to look up at the man with the red eyes.
Another flash of lightning struck and boy led out a loud yelp as he closed his eyes and covered his ears. He continued to sob as he coiled himself at the corner in the room as he clutch his blanket tighter.
The boy suddenly let out a gasp as he felt something wrap around him. He tensed as he let out a low whimper of fear. He then felt a hand stroke his golden brown locks as he soon felt his head touch something firm yet it was soft at the same time.
"It's alright, Arthur. Daddy's here." Another masculine voice spoke and it seemed coming from the one who was holding him as is he's the most precious thing in the world.
Arthur leaned against the warm surface and felt something like a heartbeat. It was calm and it was strong. He took a sniff and quickly recognized the scent as he perked up with pursed lips.
"Da-Daddy." He called as he looked up and looked at the red eyes that where looking down on him.
The man wrapped his arm around the boy and brought him to what seemed to be his bed. The child coiled himself in his father's embrace bringing a warm smile on his father's face while his husband looked over him with love in his eyes.
"Daddy' here. Daddy's here." The man soothed the child as he leaned down and placed the boy over the white sheet. Resting his body on the bed as he continued to caress the boys head.
"Where's Papa?" The boy asked as he looked around the darkness until he caught a glimpse of a pair of green eyes approaching him.
"It's alright, baby. Papa's here." The man said sweetly as the boy sniff the air coming from the guy. He also recognized the scent of his father and reached out his little hands into the darkness to touch him. Not a second later he felt a finger brush against his hand and he immediately grasped it, pulling the man to bed along with his other father. He felt another body lie down alongside him as it stroke lovingly at the boy's pink cheeks.
"Are you alright, Arthur?" The man on his right asked as the boy looked at his father's concerned red eyes.
"La-ning." He replied pointing to the window. He soon felt the warmth of his father on his left envelope him into a hug. The other man on the right followed suit and soon he was trapped between his fathers' chests. The boy felt secure as he cuddled against his father's bare chest as the sound of his breathing has a calming effect on the kid.
"We'll be right here with you, baby. No need to be afraid." The man on his left said before planting a kiss on his head.
"That's right. Papa and Daddy will protect you." The other man reached out and patted the boy's head lightly before cupping his soft cheeks, wiping the remaining tears from his eyes with his thumb.
The boy hummed a content mewl as he started to relax. The two men looked at each other knowingly before the boy gave a cute sneeze.
"What's wrong son?" His dad asked as Arthur sniffed his father.
"Daddy hug Papa." The boy looked at his left and gazed at the calm green eyes of his dad as the other man looked at his husband with a quizzical knowing grin.
The man just kissed the boy's forehead before looking at the man on other side of the bed and shot a smirk at his direction. The other man gave a smug smirk in reply before the man the boy who addressed his question to looked at the boy's green-red eyes.
"Yes Arthur. Papa and Daddy where hugging." The man assured the young boy before the boy cringe and let out his tongue and in the cutest way possible scrunched his cute button nose.
"Ackie Daddy!" The boy exclaimed not minding the constant lightning and thunder outside this time as his fathers looked at him amused.
Both men gave a light chuckle at their son's reaction and simultaneously kisses the kid's forehead which made the boy giggle. His giggle soon followed out into a yawn as he wiggled his body between his fathers' chests.
"Ok time to sleep son." His dad said and the boy shook his head which made the man sigh. He looked at the other man as if they could understand their thoughts.
"Daddy talking to Papa in head again." The boy said breaking the trance of the two men. They looked at Arthur lovingly and then glanced at each other.
"Forgot he could do that." The man with the green eyes said as the other man just gave him a smirk. He looked down at Arthur. "Sorry, baby. Papa and Daddy didn't mean to." He apologized and the kid smiled back at him as he wrapped his little arms around his chest, resting his head on the silky, soft fabric of his shirt.
"What now?" Arthur's dad asked as he rested his head on his arm looking proud at the man and the boy. "He can't stay up all night."
"Well, we might as well keep him company." The guy replied as he looked at his son. "What do you want to -"
"Tolie! Tolie!" The kid yelled at top of his voice as if he knew what his papa would ask him.
The guy with the red eyes gave a hearty laugh and looked at the other man on the bed. "It's your turn to tell the story." He raised a thumb in the air as the young boy looked at his papa in anticipation.
"Ok which one would you like Papa to tell you tonight, baby.?" He asked as the boy pondered for awhile as he puts his index finger on his chin.
"Red wof! White wof!" He exclaimed that made his fathers chuckle at his reaction.
"Wow! You really like that one? We always tell you that story. I thought you might be bound to be bored by it by now." He looked at his son's anxious and excited eyes that he couldn't help but mess up the golden locks of his hair in adoration gaining a giggle from the little boy.
The other man smacks his husband's shoulder playfully before squinting his eyes at him warningly.
"That's your favorite right, son?" His dad asked and he wrapped his muscled arm around his child's small body.
"Uhuh." The boy replied as he wrapped his little arms around his father's masculine arm.
"Well, its my favorite as well." The red eyed father chimed in as well earning a raised brow from his husband as he flashed his seductive smile at him.
"Ok. Ok. Let's begin." The boy's father started as he positioned him comfortably in bed as his husband leaned behind his son listening earnestly as the man continued. "Once upon a time...
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Since the beginning of time, Wolves roam the face of the earth. Along with all living things, they too have claimed this place as their own. Amongst these mysterious creatures where beasts that can transform their forms at will, werewolves as you may call them. They dwell among the living and hide in the shadows. Living the tales and legends that man has made to fear them and some adore them. These creatures' lives harmoniously amongst humans for almost a millennia and their existence are yet to be proven as reality than fiction.
Like their normal wolfen brethren, werewolves live in packs and are ruled by one person known as the Alpha! Alphas are normally males but in some rare occasions a female would be selected by the great spirits. Like all werewolves, the Alpha is also given a mate by the Great Spirits but unlike most they have the choice to reject the mate which at most cases none where reported to do so. The pairings where always that someone was dominant and the other submissive. Pairings are usually selected within the pack but in rare occurrences pairs where selected from other packs. Records also tell that pairs may not always be made within werewolves alone. Some where paired with humans at a some time.
Even though werewolves are already strong and fearsome creatures, they are also given certain talents or abilities by the Great Spirits like Future Prediction, Spirit Calling or in some special and rare situations Elemental Manipulation.
A certain clan, the Fire Wolves, a powerful and large pack of werewolves with reddish brown fur and crimson red eyes has the ability to manipulate flames. The Alpha of the said pack is feared by his subjects and other packs as well for they are known to be ruthless and destructive. Their current Alpha, Lance, was as fearsome as his forefathers before him and it was of him that no other werewolves dare cross their territory. But one day, a small pack of wandering wolves passed by his territory and he immediately attacked them without consideration. However, he was challenged by their Alpha, a wolf who seemed too young for his age to be leading a pack. It was when he was pinned down by the younger wolf that he allowed them to stay for awhile at his territory.
It was then he realized that this particular wolf is no ordinary Alpha. The green orbs of its eyes are proof enough that he was facing a Aerian Alpha, a wolf that has the power over air. Though technically weak amongst all Elemental Users this particular one was exceptionally strong. And Lance is already a class 5 Pyrokinetic, the highest rate one could rank base on their abilities. Even class 5 Aerokinetic are just a casual walk in the park for Lance but this wolf who defeated him made it like he was trying to find a needle in a haystack.
The Alpha then agreed to Lance's terms to keep his defeat a secret to his pack and everyone else if he allowed them to stay. It would be detrimental to an Alpha's reputation if the news got out that he was defeated, not only defeated, defeated by a wolf way younger than him.
Now that you know. Let us listen to the rustling of the wind. The feet against our feet. Let us hear them howl.
This is a tale of two wolves.
