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[Kouma]

Fresh white powder littered the forest floor, decorating it with a cold innocent look. The trees swayed gently, though the snow clung to their branches like its life depended on it. The forest silenced itself in moving patches, falling ever quiet, as if a force moved below that even sound feared. How very right even the forest was. The silence, and the cold, however, were soothing, welcomed, to the massive beast that tread the human world.

Their race had fallen since the demons were in their full power. Their breed dwindling as other races killed them off, in fear they would find their charge, whoever it would be. The fey, even the demons, killed those who had been sent by instinct to find their charge, the one they would bind their life force with and forever protect. It turned out, many who sought out their charge had been slain by the very beiung they had been searching for. Those horrid actions had silenced the call, and sent their noble race into hiding. There were few left, and those who were had not yet woken from their death like slumber.

By the scent on the chilled breeze, and the feel of the very earth, she could tell that things had changed in this world, and not for the better. Instinct told her two things, that she had to remain unseen by humans, for humans were no longer on her species list of charges, only magical beings, and two, that her charge, the power that had awoken her, was near. She knew, however, that he was not in this plain of existence, and would have to wait for him to enter the human world before she could travel to him and then into the very depths of hell.

Her coat glistened in the silvery light of the moon. its soft light slipping through open patches of the trees above and dancing upon the snowy forest floor and her very being. Light flashed across her crimson orbs, pupils were horizontally slit, and a bright star burst of gold cut into the deep reddened hue. creating a beautiful pattern that seemed to only add to the demonic look about this very beast.

Long audits curved slightly back, flickering now and then as a sound escaped from the silence that followed her like a shadow. Spikes jutted out from around the crown of her head, similar to a dragons, though obviously shorter and useless unless in battle. Thin spines started from her forehead and were set in a neat row down her back to the base of her tail. The spines were unseen, laying down and nearly hidden within her long silky fur. A brush of red went straight back from the outer corner of her eyes in three soft lines, in a feather sort of flush. The longer fur at what would be her elbows, if she were human was also a deep red that faded into the deep pitch of her coat.

Long thick tail was longer than a real wolf's, and far more bushy, yet the fur was long strands and silky like the rest of her, though it thinned somewhat around the shoulder and hindquarters. There was also another difference from her appearance besides the horns, the colors and the spines. Her sheer size was astonishing, as were all Dosferatu. She was the size of a large horse, standing at sixteen hands in equine measurement. It was a surprise that she moved with such ease through the very forest, its trees however, were separated far enough to allow her easy access, for Dosferatu, were also a little bulky.

Her lips curled involuntarily, exposing long canines as her mind processed the massacre of her species centuries ago. she had been young then, twenty or so years of age after the demons power had fallen. now she was on of the ancient ones, one of few Dosferatu left that had fought to save their own lives instead of falling without a fought like so many others. She had scars from those battles, claw mars, fleshy pink could be glimpsed here and there. Her thigh on the left side bore a wound that had been from talons, Fey creatures with no magical power. Slash marks on her left cheek and should and across her right forearm. Her ears held slits in them from an arrow, creating a unique look to her ears. Both her right and left eye held scars, single claw marks, though her right eye had been damaged a little more than the left. She could still see out of it, but not as well, and the black pupil held a slight haze when light hit her oddly colored eyes.

The memories reminded her that she hadn't fought alone, that HE had been by her side. He had saved her life countless times in those battles, and saved her right eye from being permanently blinded. She'd fallen into her deathly sleep before he had, hidden when she felt the ache enter her veins before the moment she fell into slumber. She'd hidden, even from her beloved. Where had he gone? Was he even still alive? She knew he was, she felt it in her bones. Yet even now she felt horrible anger, anger that he hadn't been there when she woke. Though how could she blame him? She'd hidden herself from the slaughter from everyone.

Pain flooded her in waves, it was loneliness really, so strong that it hurt her strong well built body. She couldn't feel him anymore, not like she had before the call for her charge came the moment she woke. Centuries before, she'd been absorbed by him, and could feel him every waking moment, like it had been their lives that had infused when that was impossible. Or was it? She didnt know, for all the old ones that would have known, were dead. She wondered if her mother or father knew, they were old, nearly ancient ones to her age, then again, she and Zeron had brought them to shame, and she could only smile now for it. The bastards, she should have killed them both when she'd had the chance. Maybe she'd find it again.

The loneliness invaded her like a sickness, making her teeth curl back in absolute rage. She hated feeling alone, hated the it with such passion. She was not supposed to feel so strongly, not about anyone, and yet, Kouma loved her own half brother beyond all the lines of sanity. she did wish she knew if he was awake, if he was searching for her. Her mothers voice entered her head, telling her of Zeron's lies, that he didn't love her, never loved her, it was all an act. That had been before the whole ordeal though, as complicated as it had been. A blood change for a Dosferatu was very difficult, for no magic could be preformed on them and work. They nulled it, but could work their own.

She wondered, remember her parents voices as they had attempted to sway her from Zeron. All their offspring had died in the battles, Zeron's and her own. They had all been strong... so strong, but they had also been very young and not near as powerful enough to survive such hatred and violence.

A deep sight escaped her before she stopped, her eyes searching the trees and the surrounding snow. She had nowhere to go, yet, for she still had to wait for her charge to show his face. It was always like that. A female Dosferatu had a male charge, while a Male had a female charge. She wondered, with a sick smile, if it was because of feminine disputes, and couldn't hold back the deep feminine laugh that escaped her vocals, vocals, for a creature, that shouldn't be able to talk, or laugh, but did.

[Zeron]

Soft paws touched the sweeping forest floor in a slow yet determined manner. Each step left a large print in the ankle deep white; leaving evidence on once was emerald waves. Power and grace ran from nose to tail, veins weaving life through the creatures limbs, going through rivers and valleys, blood gushing forward in a matter of seconds making its way through the gigantic beast. If any were to meet up with this creature in the forest without planning it ahead of time, if they did not die on the spot from shock, it's quite positive they may end up in the hospital thinking themselves mad or deranged. But this brute was no ghost, an abomination yes, but just as real and solid as any other being that could leave prints in the freezing snow.

He was a beautiful animal, yet the darkness that radiated from him was obvious enough even the blind could begin to see again. His height was overpowering; standing at just over seven feet tall the creature had to look down on most everything if he wanted to gaze them in the eye. Muscles ran through his body, tendons wrapping through his legs, his body, to give him a hard structure of pure muscle and enormous power. As the wind picked up speed for just a moment the darkness of his fur swayed in the wind then settled back down to lie still once again upon his frame. As he walked beneath an opening in the trees the sun caught his coat and a shine emitted from it- a purple hue overcoming everything else for just a moment. White dots of snow covered the red that crept like blood up his legs, and the blood dipping right fore paw was completely colored in the innocent color of winters wonder.

At a sound in the distance both ears twitched forward, and attention was brought to his missing half ear. On his right side, the tip of his ear was gone, and just below that a scar decorated his red right eye. Another gash was clearly visible on his muzzle, just above his nose, and both of the sharply tipped horns on his head showed their own share of battle. If one were to look under his long pelt they would see numerous other scars, but the only other that could be seen on the outside were the four long talon scars that ran down his rear hip. With a twitch in his tail, his pace picked up and he was moving forward at a slightly faster pace.

Zeron had only been awake for two weeks now, and had yet to find either his Charge, or more importantly, Kouma. Stopping only to catch a few swift hours of sleep, he kept on forward catching game as he traveled and eating just the same. In two weeks he had no thought about his Charge once, except for the random nagging in the back of his mind that meant he needed to find her. If she was in trouble he would know and then he would may his way to her. But for now, first things first. He had to find Kouma. She had disappeared just days after the war, and months before he was able to bed down for sleep. He couldn't find her anywhere, she had completely disappeared, and if it wasn't the fact that I was positive he would know if she were dead, that is what he would assume. But Kouma was a fighter, and she had her reasons for everything. He highly doubted she did what she did to hurt him, it was more likely she did so to protect him. Still, the fact that he was not able to sleep next to her during their slumber, the fact that he was not able to be there when she woke up, that he was not able to catch their first meal, it tore him apart inside. He knew that the only way he could allow himself to find his Charge, was if he found Kouma first.

Picking up speed once again, this time his paws were falling with a heavy thud flicking up snow behind him and flinging it towards the trees. Even in this dense forest, the agility given to him by his race allowed him to put his head down and race forward, with next to no worries of running into anything. With his large frame and thick body Zeron was for sure a deadly force. Closing his two different colored eyes, he never slowed his pace, only relaxed his breathing and raised his head. Without warning a flash of lightning and crack of thunder went off at the same time. A signal. If Kouma was anywhere in the area she would know it was him. Never having been one to pray to a higher authority, Zeron did not ask for help, he only told himself that he would find her. Kouma was his goddess, his mate, he would do anything for her; but right now all he needed to do was find her.

[Kouma]

Her mind buzzed with her two tasks, those she needed to find. One she knew she would have to wait for anyway, for his presence was a distant one, one that separated them between worlds. Though her Charge was important, she longed to rid herself of the call, the instinct to find him. What she wanted, was Zeron. Nothing else, even finding her charge in the next half hour, would please her enough as his very presence would.

A low snarl forced her lips to curl back, irritation entering her blood like a potent poison that threatened to only enrage her instead of kill her. She was an impatient one, she wanted what she longed for, and usually got it if she had anything to do about it. She was a force to be reckoned with, and yet only Zeron could control her long enough to knock some sense into her.

Nostrils flared as her head tilted back, scenting the chilled breeze for anything familiar to her. Nothing. It was when she was about to turn and head west that the crack of thunder caused her hackles to raise and the spines that decorated her spine rise to attention. Audits flicked back, pinning to her head as she whipped around, her eyes lifting as she caught the brilliant flash of lightening.

Her head tilted slightly, confusion running through her in a quick but weak burst as she regarded the sky. No storm clouds. The thin spines fell into their hidden position and her ears moved gradually forward as her posture straightened. Slowly a smirk twisted its way across her wolven lips, revealing the long canines as knowledge flooded her brain. He was here, and he was damned well awake.

She felt power roll across her in waves of pleasant heat, her red markings and eyes glowed softly with light, as if a candle flame burned just behind the very hue. A flicker of light and dust shimmered where her massive wings were normally held, hidden only due to the complication they held when moving within the trees. Dosferatu wings were usually just for looks, but sometimes they got strong enough ones to actually fly, like hers, when she called them to her.

Darkness crawled across the sky as her power rolled out, turning the day to blackness, stars bursting into existence. She called to his power with a burst of her own. Laughter rippled from her feminine vocals before she threw back her massive head and let out a deep wolven like howl, a howl that was both so unlike and like a wolves.

She felt her paws moving before her mind clicked that she was actually in motion. "Your lucky you bastard. If i'd have found you asleep, I'd have torn you apart." she said aloud, laughing softly under her breath, though she was obviously lying. But it would have been interesting to fight him when she'd have been able to win, for once. The wind rushed by in a sea of sound, the very chill of the air washing away with the heat that radiated from her body from sheer excitement. It might have been sleep that separated them, and though sleep felt like seconds, she could feel the loss of time with him in her bones.

She weaved through the trees, her powerful legs and paws carrying her faster and faster with each long stride. Everything was a blur, and yet she held a certain focus on the path in front of her. Something had clicked in her brain when that flash of lightning and the sound of thunder had startled her. She felt that connection again, like before, though as the nagging in the back of her mind rose, it dimmed, and was obviously not as strong as before.

That fact enraged her, and though her duty was to protect her charge, she wished to slaughter him herself, problem was, once their life forced infused as one, she'd die along with the very one she was supposed to protect, that was the down side of being what she was.

She saw him before her mind was able to process the image. Both forces moving to quickly towards the other, and yet, she refused to stop despite the fact she and he would collide. She needed that pain, needed the feel of him crashing into her even to send her to the ground.

She felt pain explode across her chest, her head lifting in time to save her head the impact of his stronger, harder body. Laughter erupted as her form slammed into him and was immediately slammed back into the ground. She would always be unable to over power him, even in a head on collision, and yet, she couldn't stop laughing despite the mind jarring pain. "Where the fuck have you been..." she snarled through what joy had seeped into her. A sly grin formed across her wolven face as she rolled onto her side and turned her full attention on him. Her eyes were glowing, sending a wash of red and gold light onto the white snow.

[Zeron]

He could hear the pounding of heavy paws racing his way through the forest. His muzzle lifted to the air and his strange vocals let out a baying howl that traveled through the trees, forming its way to her ears.

Run faster Kouma! Run faster Love! Run back to me!

If his senses had been down, his defenses would have instantly shot up, but the same part of him that made blood run through his veins and light shine in his eyes let him know that it was his blood that was running his way. Well- they weren't blood anymore.



Zeron had been born to Gollum and a wolfess who he refused to even acknowledge. She soon left her newborn son and mate to run off with another brute, and Gollum had raised the young Zeron by himself until he was almost a year old. It was then that the two males met Ithica.

The wolfess would soon become Gollum's mate and Zeron's step-mother. Not longer after that years Winter blizzard Ithica birthed seven cubs. Zeron got along with them fine, but it was to one female that he spent his time with. Her name was Kouma.

What started as sibling love, turned into friendship, then to respect. And yet after respect, their lives were overcome with lust for one another, and then a deep love and devotion.

It was unthinkable, unheard of. They were siblings- even if they only shared the same father- they still shared a fair amount of blood. The choice had been Zeron's, though he could not remember who's idea it was. Heading to his two witch aunts he had done the only thing he thought he could do. He had undergone a blood change.

The process was not just harsh and painful, but nine times out of ten it ended in death. Zeron was the lucky one. He came out of the transfusion with completely different blood running through his veins. Since then Kouma and him had never spent more than a day apart, that was until she went to sleep.



The pounding became even louder until Zeron could see her racing towards him. She never slowed. Muttering under his breath, he braced his body for the impact his knew was going to come, but even then he did not stop him from letting out a loud bark-like cough as she ran straight into his chest and sent them both flying to the ground.

The spikes along his spine, the ones that usually were always straight up in agitation, now laid down; and a clear joyful smile appeared across his face, easily showing his extra large canines. His left ear flopped over, and his tail wagged back and forth in a furious manner. At her words he let out almost a puppy style yip, one that was able to show the true joy he felt at seeing her.

"Looking for you, Bitch!"

Though his words were of a harsh language, they expressed nothing but his clear love and devotion for the female who was lying half across his extra long legs. Nuzzling his head into hers, he licked her face tenderly.

Cleaning her face from cheeks to brow he tenderly moved to her ears, then down to her neck, only to start the whole process over again. Every time he would cross a scar he spent a fair amount of time on each one, giving them all the love and attention they deserved. That she deserved.

If anyone saw them now they would not believe these two creatures were some of the coldest, harshest being who walked the earth. They would not believe the number of deaths that these two have caused from their claws alone. Licking her across her bad eye, his wet nose touched hers and the deepest sigh of pure content issued from his chest.

[Kouma]

A sound much like a felines purr escaped the usually harsh vocals of Kouma's throat. Her glowing eyes closed as Zeron unleashed such tender affection. She was one of the harshest females within the species, one that often did things without reason and would go against anything her parents commented on. For those who knew her, Zeron not included, they would never believe that she could be affectionate, let alone allow another close enough to shower her with such sweet tenderness as this.

Her lips curled, and though she looked as if she was about to bite him, she never did, but a soft growl escaped her, one that was set a few level lower than the normal harsh tones that escaped her. Her head tilted back as Zeron's touch graved her neck and throat, only to lower when, he'd shower her scars and face with the same tenderness. A deep sigh escaped her as she felt his nose against hers, her sore body relaxing in one fluid moment.

"Yeah?..." she asked, softly laughing before she opened her eyes to look at him. The glowing red and gold showering the dim snowy forest with maroon and gold light. Her eyes studied his and her happiness faltered, audits shifted back as a new emotion washed over her, forcing her eyes to lower. Kouma never, even with Zeron, averted her gaze, never. The only times she ever had was when she was young and Zeron was her best friend, not her mate, when he was teaching her and she fucked up. Those days had not lasted long, for she had been a quick learner, and fixed her mistakes.

Now, however, with the affection being given and so many years between them, she felt shame, and regret for her actions. In all truth, she'd left his side by instinct, driven by the feeling that had been creeping through her bones, to place her in that long dreamless sleep. She'd known at the time that she'd needed to hide, her brain telling her to find a secure location, where she couldn't be found. For if she'd been found, even by Zeron, then it wouldn't have been a very safe place. Yet despite it all, she'd hoped, as her dual colored eyes were closing, that he'd find her.

"It wouldn't have waited Zeron.... when i felt it coursing through me i could only run... everything was still so hectic then... there wasn't time to even think..." She whispered softly, growling at herself as she felt weakness in her words. Pushing herself up, her chest screamed with pain, her legs sore, yet she welcomed the feelings as she stood and stepped back away from him. The spines along her head, neck, and back, shifted standing only half way up as irritation flooded her.

She backed away from him before sitting down upon her massive hunches. She felt her scars ache where he'd showed them attention. Like they were alive, only making her sudden pain worse. It wasn't that Kouma hadn't wanted to wait, she had, she loved Zeron with ever fiber of her cold hearted being. She just hadn't been able to. When that ache had entered her mind her bones and blood stream, she'd run, fast. She'd hidden herself away, and as soon as her head laid against her large paws, she'd fallen into that slumber.

It hadn't been easy, hiding, for their species was so large, and the world changed. She wondered how many Dosferatu had been found in this world as the humans expanded, how many had dissolved just as someone would have. Considering the reason for the Slumber, many Dosferatu, if threatened in such a way when in sleep, would either disappear, their body transported to a safer place, or they would dissolve and die. That usually only happened to the young ones, the ones that hadnt been well talented in their own power.

Sighing heavily, she finally looked up, her eyes had stoped glowing and a sort of self hatred filled them with such fury. The spines shifted, standing at attention before a shimmering golden dust showered at her back in the image of a set of large wings before disappearing again. "I'd hoped you'd find me... and hoped you wouldn't... in case my haven was found..." she whispered softly. Taking a deep breaking she stood, unable to keep herself still long enough after being motionless for two thousand years.

She walked around him, circling him like a large feral cat. Her movements were fluid, graceful and oddly feline. Her long thick tail flicked in that seriously pissed off cat like fashion. God how she'd wished they had spent those years curled with one another. Even now, with him being so close, she felt the loneliness in her joints, the loneliness of those years. When she neared him, her circle cutting close, she brushed the length of her smaller body along the length of his before bumping his head up with her muzzle and tucking her head under his as she quickly plopped down, much like a contented tiger, only bigger.

"God, I've missed you..." she said, snarling slightly as she indicated that small weakness. The spines fell against her back and she rolled over, shifting closer as she laid her head near his chest and looked up at him. Her left paw lifting and hooking around his neck before pulling his head down. Leaning up she licked his muzzle before nuzzling her face into the curve of his neck before she gently bit him, growling as she yanked back on the fur and skin, but never breaking it. It was a rough love bite, one she had started when she was angry that had changed into a sort of her own demented affection. Kouma was one who enjoyed pain, if it was preformed correctly, and with it came the belief that others did or should feel the same way about pain as she did.

A heavy sigh escaped her, that nagging alarm in the back of her head sounding. "I have a charge to find.... i don't want to find him..." she whispered, sighing, but knew that saying it wouldn't change it. Though the call was there she still felt the distance between her and her new charge, and hoped, when she found the demon, for thats the only creature it could be, that he wouldn't kill her like the demons and fey had done two thousand years ago.

[Zeron]

He could stay in this moment forever. It did not matter if the world came crashing down around them, it did not matter if his Charge showed her face at this very moment. Nothing mattered except for the creature lying across him. For centuries he had dreamed about her, yearning for her touch, his love, but all that time they had slept alone in their separate hiding places away from the wolf and the cruelties that it had showed them with.

Before he had gone to sleep he knew he should have found her, and he would of too, if there had been time. But each hour that passed that he could not locate her his heart ached, and the slower his heart pumped the faster the spell of sleep took over him. It was a miracle that he managed to find a place to lose himself in, in time. Even more amazing was the fact that he had never been caught, even though when he had woken the change the the environment and scenery made him wonder if he was even in the same place as when he had drifted off into that troubled slumber.

The moments of peace were quickly cut short when Kouma raised herself up, her long legs leading her away from him. A small whine escaped from Zeron's maw before he clamped it shut. Ears pinned back on his skull, and spikes lifted up on his spine. Agitation was clearly read on his handsome features, even as she began to speak and walk her way around him in a cool and confident manner, if not a little frustrated.

At each step, Zeron followed her moments, but he never raised his body or said anything to her. It was just as easy to love Kouma as it was to drive her away with too much love. For a being who could not share an ounce of tenderness for his sire, for his friends, he poured everything that was himself and his soul into the one being that slowly circled him at the moment. He was only able to relax again when she came and laid back down beside him.

"Kouma, don't fret. You were driven by instinct to protect yourself, no one can fault you for that. In fact, I don't think anyone would even think to fault you but yourself. No harm was done. We both slept, and now we are both awake. Nothing will take you from me. I will not allow it."

As she nibbled on his neck, and he could feel her sharp fangs just put enough pressure on his skin to leave marks yet not to draw blood, a low moan issues between his cleanched overlarged fangs. Looking at her with narrowed eyes, the both seem to darken in color.

Leaning his head forward he licked her seductively on her belly, slowly making his way down her soft fur towards the warmest spot of her body. As his tongue explored the parts of her he had missed for so long, his long talons gripped her backside pulling her closer to him. They dug into flesh and fur, a sensation that any normal creature would shy from.

At her words of a Charge, his eyes narrowed suddenly and a darkness seemed to overtake the sky. His words were said through clenched jaws, colder than steel. Claws dug harder into her hind quarters as he pulled her even closer.

His teeth flashed and dug into her neck. Their razor like sharpness quickly sliced through fur and flesh, coming to rest in the muzzle of her neck. Blood coated the inside of his mouth, and it was only after he had fully gotten the taste of her that they released their hold and he drew back. Iron coated his words, and for a moment it seemed all his passion and all his loved had turned into a twisted madness.

"You are MINE! Not some Fucking Charge's! If they need to be babysat, then they do so with me right here. You hear my Kouma?! You are Mine!"

[Kouma]

Kouma's body shifted slightly and stretched as Zeron's tongue danced across fur and flesh. She groaned and closed her eyes. Paws curled against her chest and her toes slightly flexed, talons seeming to curl towards the soft pads. A low growl escaped her as she felt his own talons dig in through her fur, slicing flesh with such ease. Not many would enjoy such a sensation, the stabbing pain of those talented claws. She did, and after so long in her slumber, she ached for it, any type of pain from him, she would welcome with open arms.

It was when his attitude shifted that her head rolled around to the side to look at him. Her eyes were yet again aglow with the painful pleasure, and then she felt his claws sink deeper. She saw, the rage, and felt it seeping off of him in palpable waves. she could taste it on the air, and though she welcomed it, she felt her wolven lips curl back in defense of her precious body. A snarl erupted from her vocals, and when he yanked her closer the sound rose to another level.

She saw his teeth flash and failed in her sudden attempt to counter him before his teeth sank into her tender throat. Her ears pinned flat to her head, her own sudden fury at his attack silencing the forests creature with its promise of violence. "Zeron..." she said through her furious snarl, it was a sort of warning, though she knew he would never jeopardize her very life.

Kouma waited for Zeron to let go before her lips slowly fell to cover her sharp teeth. She watched him through narrowed eyes, listening to his words. Never would anyone, who knew what was good for them ever claim her as theirs. Kouma was independent, and did whatever the hell she wanted, when she wanted. Yet for some reason, that even she hadn't been able to figure out, Zeron's claim didn't bother her, in fact, it only sent waves of pleasure through her to hear him say it.

She was, however, still a little pissed that he'd bestow her with his fury on something she had no control over. "Oh i hear you Zeron... loud and clear." she said, just before lunging at him. Her movements fluid and sharp, and way to fast for a beast of her size. Her movements showed an agility and flexibility that nothing of such mass should possess. That was the mysteries of the Dosferatu. They were so large and powerful, that many usually misunderstood them, a reason why they were so good at being guardian's.

Her teeth sank quickly, taking hold of the fur and flesh just under his left ear and yanking back hard. She tasted blood, and swallowed what she could before abruptly letting go. She shoved herself to her feet and turned on him, but held back from another attack on him. As much as he pissed her off, she loved him unconditionally. "Just know that i hold the same fucking claim over you... You belong to me..." she hissed before moving closer and licking the top of his muzzle clear to his forehead, tasting her own blood lingering on his fur near his mouth. "Not even you have a god damn say in it." she snapped before turning her head away from him, but kept her eyes locked to his.

"I have no control over this Zeron, i woke up with this need to find my charge, i can feel him, but he isn't in this world... not right now anyway... we have time..." she whispered, suddenly showing him a gentleness she had only ever showed him and Mikasi. At the memory of her brother she sighed heavily and moved back over to him , taking her place next to him, but placing herself in front of him. Her tail flicked next to him, brushing across his shoulder as she turned on her side, curling around slightly so she could look at him. "Just like you have no control over the bitch thats to become your charge...." she said, eyes narrowing but a smirk slipping across her face. "How ever will i get over another female... whatever species, touching you?" she asked, audits flickign forward in a sort of demented curiosity.

[Zeron]

She could hurt him all she wanted, her fangs and claws could draw as much blood as she wished. It did not matter to him. She was an angel; she was his angel. And she was right, as much as he could claim her she had just the same rights and powers to claim him too. In fact, she was probably better to claim him. He did not know if she fully understood her power of him. But in the truth and honesty that was in the blood of his race, all she had to do was ask it of him and he would be doing whatever she wished. Adoration, love, passion, in every sense of the words she had her control over him.

Yet once again the subject of their Charges came up. It was the one thing that he hated about who he was. Being a Dosferatu was a subject of pride! He was of the most ancient race in all of the land. It was his kind who should be running this place, it was his race who should be getting the respect that they deserved. They should not have been hunted like dogs, killed, eaten in some cases. Anger coursed through him as he thought of what had been done to his species in the past. And yet still, the Dosferatu were guarding and protecting their Charges. Leave 'em to Rot! Or so it is what he thought.

"I'll take off her hand if she thinks that she can touch me."
His words were said through a low growl. Anyone but Kouma would be terrified by what he had to say, she alone would know he did not mean it. Once they found their Charges, no matter how much Zeron and Kouma loved each other, a part of themselves would belong to their charge. It was a matter of souls. And if Kouma did not get along with whomever his Charge may be, or the other way around, the very foundation of their love could be torn to shreds.

Zeron would not give up Kouma, he had not spent one waking day away from her since she was born. As soon as her eyes had opened he had taken her, and become her teacher and best friend. Funny, their parents had worried that they spent too much time together and would become to depend on each other in a fight. They had about died when they had learned of their children true feelings. It was a day he would never forget, the look of shock and outrage on Ithica and Gollum's faces was priceless. Kouma and himself had been exiled from the family that day; Mikasi was the only one who still considered them family. Yet for all of Mikasi's bravery- Zeron had failed him.

Lying his head back down a series of bad memories took over. Those of his former family, his father, the bitch that left him after his birth, Ithica who accepted him as her own, all of his brothers and sisters. The many pups that Kouma and Zeron had, once upon a time. And now where were they? Dead! All of them! Dead! Because of the war! Because of the same God damn people him and Kouma were supossed to not only give up their love for, but part of themselves!

Standing up with a enraged snarl, the spikes along his spine, and the ones on the back of his paws and knees (which rarely showed) were facing completely upward in pure agitation. A pair of gigantic black wings sprouted from his back and pointed to the sky. Thunder and lightning rolled off the clouds that had formed above them, the clashes and lights showing the sudden madness that seemed to have taken over Zeron's entire being. Grinding his fangs, his lips curled back showing the extra large canines.

He looked directly at Kouma, and his expression was clear. Do Not Follow Me. Rage, injustice, sadness, were just a few of the emotions that were swelling off of him. Never would he hurt Kouma- she was the love of his life. But right now, it was quite clear that he was not in his right mind. Picking up his giant paws, and keeping his wings spread out as if he was just daring them to hit a tree, he took of at a run. His paws barely touched the ground of his muscles bunched under his skin, driving his each step of the way. Before each crack of thunder could be heard, his own sound- like that of a running mountain- could be heard through the forest. At one point his right wing hit a tree, Zeron never even stopped. He could feel the bone snap in half from the force, and heard the bark of the tree shatter behind him.

Madness had taken over the ancient Dosferatu beast, and in this state it was quite possible that no one was safe from him.
Kouma stay away from me. Gods, don't let me hurt her!

[Kouma]

A small smirk twisted the corners of lips that should have never held emotion, let alone such a devious little motion. The though amused her, of Zeron taking off his charges hand. The action wouldn't kill him, but it would wound him. If their charge was injured or hurt, they took the injury unto themselves and healed their charge quicker than their charge could have healed it in the first place. Not something Kouma was ready to do for anyone besides Zeron though. Yet she was laughing, softly laughing at his words while she watched him through red and gold eyes. "I'd seriously enjoy that..." she said with a sudden grin, showing off her many teeth that seemed more like a dragons than a wolf's.

She shifted closer to him, allowing her tongue to taste his muzzle before he laid his head down. She couldn't help but watch him, stare into those to-tone eyes she had fallen for so long ago. Love wasn't a gift often bestowed upon the criminally insane, but somehow both of them have been given the gift for one another, and no one else, no charge, no family member, not even death could take it away from them, not if she could help it. A soft growl parted her lips before her mouth opened wide into a yawn. Her jaw clicked slightly and shifted wider than any normal creatures. Though Dosferatu's looked like wolves, they were definitely not, even their jaws could unhinge, much like a snakes.

Her teeth snapped such with an audible click as she stretched out her body to lay completely on her stomach, her front and back legs outstretched. She had her head half way down between her front legs when Zeron stood, and her head snapped up, awareness and confusion flicking on like a switch. She seemed so alert, aware of everything, and yet, she stared at him with unblinking eyes. She felt her claws sink into the soft soil as his wings appeared, and very slowly, the spines along her back rose, flexing from their relaxed position and standing at attention. She felt her chest rumble before the sound escaped her, before she realized she was snarling at Zeron like he was suddenly an enemy.

Kouma didn't bother moving as she watched him, sneering at him and his look of warning. Like she'd ever listen. She loved him, with all she had, but she didn't listen to much of anyone, and Zeron was no different unless he agreed with him. "ZERON! Zeron don't! Don't you fucking dare leave me now!Not fucking NOW!!" She shouted after him, rage filling every word. Fire erupted under her paws, setting her legs ablaze with flickering flames. Flames that didn't burn her, didn't hurt her. Pain filled her as her muscles jerked and bunched, the sheer need to race after him was literally hurting her.

Kouma didn't often show her wings, not because she didn't enjoy them, but because they were to large, and more fey than dragon, like Zeron's. A sprinkling of golden dust showered down around her before bursting out like an explosion of metallic dust. With the silent explosion burst her wings, black with red, gold and black feathers decorating the top portion of what seemed to be a mix of dragon wings, like a demented butterfly. they spread wide before she felt air hit the undersides.

Snarling loudly, a crack of thunder in its own sense, she shoved off the ground. Her paws seeming to grope for air as her wings did the actual work. She felt bark beneath her toes and shoved off harder before she burst through the trees. a loud cry of ravens sounding as she disrupted their sleepy haven. Birds erupted around her along with feathers and leaves, showering the treetops as she and the birds sored higher.

Rage drove her forward, Zeron's warning meant nothing as her brain blacked out all logic and reason. She knew the danger, knew Zeron's power, his strength, both so much stronger than her own, and still she couldn't turn back. She'd seen the pain in his eyes, along with rage. He'd been thinking about the war, that much she knew, for even she knew that war had been wrong, there had been no reason for it, and yes her kind had been slaughtered for being guardians, noble creatures that were born to protect.

She didn't care if humans or the magical beings saw her soring high above the forest. She needed to reach Zeron, to calm the rage and sooth the sorrow. He may be a danger to her right now, but that didn't mean he didn't need her. Oh how she wished that her breed could become guardians or charges of their own kind. She knew that Zeron would be her guardian, because of their love and because he was so much more powerful than she was.

Her wings snapped the air as she tucked them towards her, her body curving into an arch before she dove downwards, moving at a speed only small fast birds possessed. Her golden red eyes glowed bright as her eyes quickly searched the trees following the cracks of branches and trees below as thunder and lightning danced and roared around her. leathery wings flexed out, just to slow her enough so she wouldn't harm herself when breaking through the trees. It hurt anyway.

Her paws outstretched and her wings vanished as she came closer to her target. For the second time tonight she plowed into Zeron, though now a stronger force was behind her as her paws slammed into her side a moment before her paws folded inward and her chest slammed into his back. Pain shot up in her side as she literally rolled over him, his own spikes slicing into her side a second before she slammed into cold hard dirt and snow.

She seemed to hurt all over, but even the pain couldn't stop her as she got up and whirled around to face Zeron. She didn't wait for him to get up, she just launched herself at him. Fangs bared, eyes glowing and her claws as lethal as ever. "Get a hold of yourself Zeron! I'm not letting you get away from me, not when i can do something about it. I may have slept for two thousand fucking years, but every single god damned one of them hurt me and added such agonizing loneliness... i wont let you do it to me!" she roared before tackling him and pinning him to the forest floor, her claws in his chest and her teeth inches from his throat.

[Zeron]

Insanity coursed through his veins, the same insanity that had made his father who he was, the same insanity that had driven him to love his younger sister and risk a miserable death to be with her. Pain throbbed in his body, pain from the skin he was tears off of the tender pads on his paws from the speed at which he ran, pain from the now mangled wing which hung limply at his side. Pain in his heart from the thought of losing his Kouma, his angel, his perfection. Her screams could still be heard in the trees around him. By running was he saving her, or killing her? Which is what she wanted? The thought of Kouma lying dead was enough to send him running faster, the thought of her dead at his own paw sent an agonized moan from his throat. No, he wouldn't let it happen. Somehow, Kouma had to live.

He didn't know for how long he had been running when the sound of wind reached his ears, and her presence touched his heart. His two toned eyes widened in fear and anger as he attempted to push his long legs to an even faster pace. His heart seemed to be bursting from his chest, his legs felt like they were on fire, his own blood was leaving a trail behind him. His voice was nothing but an agonizing moan;
"Kouma, no."

The force with which she hit him was enough to send him into a fast tumble. He could feel his broken wing shatter into even more pieces, and the snarl that parted from him was loud enough to send a crack through the trunk of the tree next to him. Unable to even stagger to his feet, he could only raise his eyes and look at her one and only. Rage, frustration, everything that had been alive in him only moments before was not in her eyes. She had taken his emotions, she had saved him from a fate worse then death. She had saved him from the madness. From himself.

Closing his eyes, he exposed his throat to her, the pain, exhaustion, mental anguish that coursed through his body was enough to leave him in the throws of unconsciousness. He would not die, the option was not available to someone with as much pride as he carried, but it did not mean he would not give up- if only for a few minutes. What neither of them knew was that the amount of damage inflicted to Zeron's right wing was serious enough that he was in serious danger of dying. Between blood loss, bone damage, the shock and pain, if he did not get some help soon- he would not survive the night. There was no option, the wing had to go and quickly.

"Kouma, forgive me."
As he whispered tenderly to the one true love of his life, his eyes closed and he passed into unconsciousness.

[Kouma]

Kouma visibly relaxed as Zeron exposed his throat to her. Wolven lips covered those dangerous daggers that lay inside her mouth. She lowered her head and licked the exposed portion of his throat, a simple, gentle gesture, those spoke volumes of her affection for him. she watched him, drawing her head back enough to find his eyes. she smiled down at him. "We can get through anything... together..." she whispered softly.

No sooner had she spoken that Zeron's words escaped him and he fell into unconsciousness. Kouma's red and gold eyes widened, and slowly panic started to seep through her well placed barriers. Audits twitched, flicking back before she lowered her head and nudged Zeron's maw. "Zeron... Zeron no! please...." she pleased bloody tears forming in her demonic eyes. A choked sound escaped her as she realized her claws were still in him. She pulled them out, carefully but quickly and stepped off of him before nudging him over to assess the damage he'd done to himself.

"Dear god... what were you fucking thinking!" she shouted at him, at nothing as her panic transformed into anger and self hatred. She felt the urge to scream to roar out uselessness at her own helplessness. How was she supposed to help him!? She didn't know what was wrong, or what was the focus of this episode! "Wake up! tell me whats wrong! Zeron!" she shouted at him, flickers of fire exploding from the tops of her front paws, curling upwards around her front legs and disappearing only to repeat the process.

Something caught her attention, the smallest of sounds between her loud words. Wolven lips curled back, exposing those lethal teeth once again. She moved quicker than possible, stepping over Zeron's motionless form hackles and spines standing at attention. Auds were pinned to her thick skull, eyes aglow, sending a vibrant array of colors across the nights forest in shimmering brilliance. Her head was lowered, her eyes unblinking as she stared in the general direction of the sound, and try as she might no being materialized out of the dense and broken wood.

"Show yourself! Or regret the day you ever confront me." She hissed loudly, rage entering her words so easily. A snarl ripped from her throat as feminine laughter erupted from the trees. "Oh? I'm sorry dear Kouma, but i am not stupid enough to show myself to the likes of you, It was my race that started the war on you all,i know you'd kill me as soon as look at me..." she said, a smile seeming entwined with her words.

"If you fear death, then coming here was really a bad choice you fifthly whore!" she roared, yet didn't move from her protective stance over Zeron's body. "I may be a whore but i must say, being fifthly was never a good look on any woman. She commented, seeming almost tired but amused with the way the topic had turned. "Considering you don't know whats wrong with him, and i might be able to help, it wouldn't be a very good choice of you to outright kill me... think about that for a moment." She said, waiting only long enough for Kouma's head to lift and her lips to cover her teeth with suspicion and curiosity. "how can you help him?"

Her form seemed to materialize out of nowhere, and though Kouma despised humans, and the fey, and more so females in general, even she had to give the woman credit, she was beautiful, sinfully so. Kouma had a moment to wonder how Zeron saw her before she realized that the dark haired woman was getting closer. "Stop! Your one of those fairy fucks.... how do i know you wont kill him instead of help him?" She snapped growling low in her throat as she watched the woman stop and stare at her as if that had been the smartest thing Kouma had ever said.

"You dont know, but though The Fey started that war, we have long since realized our mistake. What would you do when the Dosferatu were pairing up with demons? Our enemies, more than ourselves? Or witches, who then slaughtered us so easily since our magics wouldnt work. The Fey are all about magic, we couldnt allow lourselves to be slaughtered but them or you. Since then we have adapted to the possibilities of our magics not working, so i do not fear your breed as i once have. You attack me now, and i can kill you." she said and smiled before her tri colored eyes lowered down to Zeron.

The woman was clothed in a sort of ancient dress, one Kouma had never seen, for she had been asleep when that era had passed. Yet the dress suited the woman like a second skin. the sleeves lowered to tattered bells of lace and silk. The skirt of the black and red corseted styled dress flared into three layers before flowing behind her and dragging across the forest floor. Her hair was midnight black and seemed to sparkle in ones peripheral vision, as if her hair mimicked the night sky and its scattering of stars.

"If we could right our wrongs, then we would bring back what we've taken from you, but, as Queen of the unseelie court, i wish to give to you what i can, for slaughtering your sons... personally..." She said, though held her emotions in check. Kouma could see no real remorse, and it was a surprise to her that the Queen of the unseelie court was here to save her beloved after she'd already killed the majority of her dear offspring. Zion, the most skilled in his parents talents, and yet, held such devotion to the weaker, more vulnerable Tsuika. "You killed them... personally? And you dare show yourself to me here, let alone tell me of your foolish crimes!" She roared and leapt at the woman only to land in empty snow.

The Queen herself reappeared, next to Zeron, fury radiating from her like heat from a stove you stand to close to. "Aye, that i did, i can save him though Kouma... i know whats wrong, i saw what happened while you took flight... I'll save his life, because he is indeed dying... his very existence now rests in your.. paws, forgive my actions, and i will save him. My gift to you..." Kouma whirled around, eyes wide as she saw the Queen kneel next to Zeron, though watching her every move before she did anything to help.

Kouma watched her, angry that she'd gotten close to Zeron and that his life rested in her hands, hands that had killed her offspring. Kouma didn't want her to kill Zeron, but what choice did she have when she didn't know what was wrong? Besides, the bitch said she was here to help, not to kill. In any case Kouma didn't trust the bastard, but unless she told her what to do, Zeron was going to die, and she wasnt about to let that happen, not when she just got him back. "Fine, if you save his life your forgive... though i find it hard for that to be the only reason you've shown your disgusting face... what do you really want?"

A sly, devious smirk shofted across the Queen's face and she laughed before holding up one finger and then pulling out a knife with the other. "Hush..." She said when Kouma snarled and braced herself for another leap. "I am not going to kill him, his wing needs to be removed and if i wait to explain my true intentions he will be lost to you.' She paused watching Kouma and smirking when the creature nodded.

The Queen gripped his right wing before lowering the knife and began the difficult task of removing a Dosferatu's wing with a sharp but mortal blade. It took longer than either of the females would have liked, and by the time the Queen was done, she was covered in Zeron's bloody essence. She stood picking up the useless wing and tossing it up into the air with a wicked grin. It disappeared ready for her use wherever it had been sent.

"You need to cauterize the wound so he stops bleeding. Or he will continue to bleed to death. As for my intentions, well, everyone knows the blood of a Dosferatu is... special... it holds power, power i need to do what needs to be done... not to your kind... but i have a score to settle with a certain... devil. She said with a soft laugh as she licked the blood from her fingers and stepped back quickly, laughing as Kouma leapt at her and swiped at her with one huge paw, slicing through fabric but unable to cut the bitches flesh. "I'll fucking kill you!!!" She roared, leaping over Zeron's body and after the Queen who continued to laugh at her foolish attempts.


"Every second you chase after me Kouma, he comes closer to bleeding to death. Dosferatu heal fast, but he is loosing blood faster than he can heal himself. It was blood that would have gone to waste anyway..." She said laughing. Kouma stopped, turning her head towards Zeron before forgetting her target and racing towards him. Fire burned a path up her legs as she reached him. Glancing at the still Queen, who watched them both with interest, she lowered her head and blew boiling hot air into the breeze. The power sparkled and crackled before the wound began to burn and seal the open bloody wound with burnt charred flesh. Magic didnt work on the Dosferatu, but another dosferatu's magic worked just fine.

A smirk slipped across her face before she turned her head towards the Queen her power crackling in the silence before the womans scream reached her ears as fire erupted around her. The Queen jumped back waving a hand towards the flames the had caught on her dress. The flames went out with a burst of wind before the fury of the Queen turned on Kouma and she gripped the blade in her hand ever tighter.

(you can wound the queen, but she will be a character created later so she has to live XDD)

[Zeron]

“What is it you’re trying to tell me Zeron? That you want your sons and daughters alive again? That you want the past evils of the world to be erased, so you and yours will be happy? Why should I reward you?! What do you mean to me? You can’t even do anything for me! You are nothing but a weakling, a demented fuck, who is too shadowed and sheltered in his own meaningless life to care about anything but his life.”

Pain rolled off his body in waves, he was delirious with pain, blood, muscle ad tissue being torn from his body. The offending object was gone, the shattered wing had been taken off and away, the blood was drying due to the flames given to him by his one and only. But they did nothing to lessen to agony he was currently in. He did not know if he was delirious, or just plain insanely mad. But then again, the voice was coming back, and through his dark closed eyelids he could begin to see a figure.

“Who are you!?”

“It does not matter. Do you want your sons and daughters back? Most of them? Some of them? Any of them? I can help. Threaten her people, put her life and her race’s life at risk- and she will do anything for you. And do not worry, she can bring them back. At least the ones whose souls she still has.”


Almost as if it was on cue, Zeron woke from the coma his wound had put him in. To his right he could see Kouma and some women he did not know. But what he did comprehend was that she was the bitch he had to kill. She was the bitch who had his young ones.

Standing up, he could barely even feel the wounds any more. His one remaining wing stood out like a dragons, his spikes stood on end, claws were fully unsheathed. This bitch was going to die!

Without a growl, or any kind of warning, Zeron jumped forward. His long legs easily took him over his mate’s head. He landed in front of her, his paws on the bitch’s dress, claws sinking the fabric into the soft soil. His fangs darted forward and he snarled, snapping closely to her neck. A low hiss was coming from the depths of his throat, and his nose flared taking in all her scents.

“You have them. And if you don’t bring them back to me. Not only will I destroy everything you are- but your entire race will be hunted down and killed within days. My rage will not go untamed!”

[Kouma]

Kouma started, muscles rippling as her body jerked just as Zeron leapt over her. She snarled as the unwelcome emotion flooded through her and then was gone just as quickly as it had come. Her crimson gold eyes widened as she watched him and then a smirk broke across her face, just until he started speaking, and then a wave of confusion rolled in on a dark cloud.

She didn't quite understand what he was talking about. The dead were just that, dead, not even their race could bring them back. what he was speaking of went way past the laws of nature, of logic, of sanity. Not that she was insane, but she didn't exactly understand how much power this Sidhe had over the lives of her children. Kouma knew that the fey, all fey, worked with magic, and as far as she knew, magic could never b e preformed on a Dosferatu and work.

"Zeron... whats going on? What are you talking about?" she asked stepping forwards before her attention suddenly averted from her mate and to the Unseelie queen herself. The woman looked furious, her tri-colored eyes aglow as power weaved around her and through her long dark hair. Power may escape from her control, but even then she and her love would not be touched by its elemental rage.

"Release me beast! the Fey slaughtered you once, and they will do it yet again if you kill me... my death will be avenged... you should be lucky, if it wasn't for me, you'd be dead..." she said harshly, her words cutting into the cold air. She dared not touch him as he snapped at her. He towered over her as if she was but a child, and his weight was no match for her abnormal strength. She tugged at the dress and took a useless step back.

[i]"You harm any of them and i will have your hide." She hissed, her tone and voice holding the promise of her words, her eyes flashing. both her eyes and hair seemed as if a small moon were shining bright under them, her power radiating from her in strong waves as her very ivory skin followed suit. It was a trade mark of the Sidhe, when their power of emotions were on high.

Kouma stepped up beside Zeron, teeth bared, a dangerous unpleasant sound rumbling from her chest and slipping from between her teeth. "Threaten him again and rip off your damned head..." she snarled, hackles and spines standing on end, her wings shimmering into existence like before Zeron had taken off through the forest.

Queen Medb paused, her tri-colored eyes shifting back from between them. She had no doubt that her people would avenge her death, but she had the chance to prevent her death at this exact moment. " you leave my people, all the fey, alone, and i will give you back those i have..." she said, her words almost quiet as she looked from Kouma to Zeron, staring up at him through narrowed enraged eyes.

Kouma stepped back, her eyes widening as astonishment flooded across her face "Zeron... what is she talking about? They are dead... they died! DONT LIE TO ME!" She roared her voice and the power rumbling through her echoed through the forest, sending a wash of birds from the trees in a flurry of squawks and feathers. "She killed them! You killed my children!" She raged lashing out with a deadly paw, talons meeting flesh due to Zeron's hold on the queen.

Her red eyes brightened, lust swimming in her dangerous eyes as the scent of blood rose so strongly to her nose, and the womans scream rising to her ears like sweet music. "I'll fucking kill you..." she said laughter mixing with the absolute rage in her words. the queen had fallen, though hardly moved otherwise, and Kouma took the opportunity to launch herself at her, mouth open as her muscles got ready for the impact to come.

[Zeron]

So she did have them. The sickening thought wound its way through the twisted depths that was the large Dosferatu's mind. Or at least some of them. She had some of them. He was going to get his family back, if it was the one thing he would do before he died it would be this. To get his young ones back, to reunite his family, to see his mate happy once again. So was the way his mind traveled- fear, anger, love, pride, they all swallowed each other until he was the only one that was standing. A beast more powerful than before. He may be damaged, but the lack of the appendage did nothing but add to his terrifying look. With a low growl his eyes narrowed on the Fey Queen.

Opening his mouth to issue his command he was stopped short by his loves sudden rage. He could understand the madness that worked through her mind and heart, but that did not excuse the fact of what she was doing. If Kouma killed the queen now, they would not only lose their only chance of reuniting their family, but would be thrown into a war more terrible than the last. Though the blood and magic attacked his senses a growl issued from his clenched throat and he did not allow himself to fall in love with the carnage as Kouma had.

Easily his large fangs lowered themselves on the scruff of Kouma's neck. Even as an adult, even with a body as strong, and muscled as hers, the extra fur still lined her neck allowing Zeron to grab hold. He could feel the strength in his body screaming in protest at what he was doing. He may be stronger than his mate, but not only was he wounded, but also he stood at an awkward angle. Trying to hold the Fey Bitch to the ground, and keep Kouma from ripping her limb from limb.

"Kouma Stop!"

His words were ground out in between his fangs. With a hard pull he managed to yank Kouma back until she was behind him. Not letting her go, his breathing was hard, and he could feel the wound in his side opening up again. Muttering under his breath he waiting until he could feel his mate calming beneath his hold and slowly he let her go. His mismatched eyes looked her over asking her for her trust. He would bring them back, she just had to trust him. Digging his talons deeper into the ground in a split second he was once again facing the Queen and his lips were pulled back to reveal the full row of dagger like canines.

"Not only are you going to give me back the ones which I have. But you are going to tell me who has the others. I appreciate you saving my life- but the fact still remains that not only did you personally destroy my bloodline, but you only helped me because it was useful to you. I have no problems starting another war, and let me say it now- this time it will not be the Dosferatu who fade from existence."

Though his words were low, each sound was measured. The rage the was hidden in the back of his throat could only be heard towards the end as he began to lose to tight control he still had on his body and mind. Her blood was still pulsing in front of him, and his paws still held her still to the ground. With his gigantic frame he looked down at her, his teeth clenched, and his blood-coated breath moving the small strands of hair from her face. A madness had found buried itself in his gaze, and he did not move from where he stood. He would not move until she agreed to his terms- and even then it would be a cold day in hell before he would trust her to resurrect his sons without Kouma and him watching her every move.

[Kouma]

Fury sounded in the form of a vicious snarl as Zeron pulled her off before she could even bite the bitch. Her muscles protested against his strength and yet her brain told her to go easy on him for a time, only for a time. He'd get his full strength back soon, till then she didn't want to possibly hurt him because of this Fey whore.

Her body shook with the fury, the rage that boiled under her skin. Flames licked at her paws and legs, she was tempted to allow her power of fire to engulf the Queen, swallow her up in white hot pain as her flesh burned away. The image seemed to calm her along with Zeron's hold on her neck. Taking a deep breath she turned her head enough, or as far as his grip would allow, to look at him. She nodded to him carefully, making sure his sharp teeth didn't pierce her flesh.

When Zeron let go she turned to look at him completely. It was easy to tell that she was still angry, under control but angry, and yet, deep down, pained. Kouma was not very maternal, her offspring had usually fended for themselves since they could walk, and though her mind often told her people or creatures were not to be trusted, offspring included, she did love them quite a bit. Just because she had killed most of her family, well most of her siblings, didn't mean she would to her offspring, though when she did it, if she did it, it was entirely different.

"Get them back to me...." she whispered softly before watching as he turned around to face the Queen once again, her own eye following his to the woman, and the blood that coated the front of her dress. The woman was furious, and if looks could kill, with the Fey they usually could, then Kouma would have been dead ten times over. That though brought a smirk and a soft laugh from the wolven bitch.

The queen looked up as Zeron began to speak, and she sighed before nodding to his request. "Fine, i will find out who has the others.... Just to let you know, i only have full power over the Unseelie court, the Seelie court, well, you will have to find your own way there, The king there dose not like me any more than you two do, and i share the same feelings towards him." She said glancing at Kouma as she took a step around Zeron but kept herself at a distance from the queen, not wanting to kill her before she got her pups back

"Now if you will let me up, and get off my dress, i will open the doorway, touch nothing, inside Fearie, and leave my people alone, Feel free to take a bite out of the Seelie, they don't belong to me." She said, smirking slightly before she stood up her hand over the wound Kouma had created before she waved a hand over the area, starting the healing process as magic seeped into the wound.

Medb waited for Zeron to step back before she turned from him and moved into the small clearly he and Kouma had created when they burst through the trees and slammed into each other. She glanced to the side watching Kouma as she quickly stepped up to her right, not allowing her to get to far from either of the two beasts. Sighing she turned back to her task and lowered onto the balls of her feet. Two fingers, index and middle touched the ground before moving into a high arch, standing up to reach high above her head and then to lower again and complete the arch by touching the ground on the other side of her.

A glowing shimmering dust followed her fingers and stretched suddenly wider than the path her fingers had taken. The doorway, suddenly appeared, a dark hallway of cobblestone, like the inside of a great old castle. "Follow me... But... dont be surprised when my guards join us... they will take both of your appearances as a threat, do not threaten them or me, and they wont have to take maters into their own hands, also.... remember that your offspring are still dead... their appearances will not be pleasant at first..." she said looking at Zeron before she stepped forwards into the doorway. The small hall seemed to stretch, moving of its own free will to accommodate the two massive beasts that were obviously larger than the hallway itself

It was just as they turned the first growing corner that three rather impressive Guards stopped them all in their path. The Queen immediately stepped between her guards and the Dosferatu. She didn't need to say a word to her guards, for her threatening gaze was enough. "Adair, I need you to go to the Seelie Court, retrieve the Dosferatu furs, All of them, take Nicca, and Bane, Tell the bastard of z a king that its either the furs or his life, by the Dosferatu themselves... Tell him... they are back...." she said glancing at the two beasts as Kouma snarled. "Alcwyn, Go get my furs, bring them to my chambers... Caderyn, You need to seek out the Ice Elves.... they have the white one... When you bring her... fetch my husband..." she said softly, and though her words were soft Kouma's rage grew stronger at the mention of, The White one.

"You killed Tsuika!?" she roared, Just as the Fey Queen was yanked back by Alcwyn, a stern looking man with fierce white eyes and matching hair and skin, he looked like winter turned human, and it was anything but nice. The other two guards stepped in front of Alcwyn, weapons, in the form of swords and daggers appearing so suddenly the motion of retrieving them had been all but invisible.

"STOP! Do not harm them and they will not harm you! Do as your told! Now!" She shouted shoving one of the guards out of her path before she turned on Kouma a matching fury in her tri-colored eyes. "No, i did not kill her you fool, The Elves have her... and she isn't dead... they found a way to delude her powers, weaken her and keep her as a sort of... trophy.. I and the Sidhe had nothing to do with what the elves have done... Caderyn will retrieve her, bring her here... While i bring back the others." She snapped. Without another word she turned in a flurry of tattered skirts and pushed past her guards and headed directly for her personal chambers.