Patreon LogoYour support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)

Lycan Wars - Bloodshed or Love? (Northman & AkuRoku)

A

AkuRoku

Meteorite
Joined
Mar 15, 2010
It has been two or three decades since the first Wars started, probably. The First Lycan Wars. A bloody struggle it was, between the Lycan Clans of Ordelius and Charotica. The leader of Charotica - Warlord Chag'Sharen - was in a deep conflict with the Vizier Menthan, leader of the Ordelius Clan. The endless wars and bloodsheds were too many to count, and even in these modern days, the Lycans still conflict in the forests. Though now, there are several clans, but most of the lower ones are under one, brutal banner; The Sharpfang Clan. Lead by the fierce Mr. Fang, they've rallied most of the LYcans under one banner, but they are surpressed by the Lycanatrhopy Clan, which leader - Jonathan McLeopold - Refuses to accept their terms. But what will happen when both the leader's sons meet each other...... and have feelings for each other?

==========

Hank sighed as he laid in his den. He had been bored to his skull most of these days, and he wanted anything to keep him occupied for the moment. "Damn, why is everything so boring these days?" he sighed as he stood up, brushing some dirt off from his ripped-up shirt, which revealed a well-trimmed, grey-furred chest. "I guess it's gonna be another boring day at the lake then..."
 
Deep within the Sharpfang caves, the den was waking. One stretched in his pile of furs that served as a bed and stared at the carvings marking his chamber ceiling. It wasn't long before a young gray female peered in.

"BlackFang, Father is looking for you. Don't think you're not still in trouble for your antics yesterday. If I were you I would make myself scarce."

The female teased and the black wolf gave a groan before reluctantly rolling out of bed. Dealing with father, the infamous Mr. Fang, was not high on his agenda for the day. He would take a page out of little GrayFang's book and make himself scarce. For that the black wolf made to the mouth of the cave structure.

"Hey Black? Where are you going? Mr. Fang is looking for you."

Said a reddish wolf that caught up with him outside.

"Look StarWatcher, you haven't seen me all day. Now get lost, I don't want my scent to stick on you or he'll know for sure you are lying."

Said the black wolf in a voice that resonated in his chest. One of these days he would be a great commander like his father, but Black had no interest in leading a clan to dominance over the rest of the world. Right now, he just wanted to be free. Black took to sprinting, he ran farther than usual until he found himself at a lake that was not the usual one his family used. Freedom... or something like it. He let a sounding cry and dove from the ridge into the waters below, a perfect swan dive, for a wolf.
 
"Hmm? What was that? I wonder... that sounded like another Lycan!"

Hank had heard the distant cry from his favorite lake. Perhaps it was another Lycan, or maybe it was something else. Prey, company, whatever. He didn't care, as he took sprint and rushed towards the lake. As he arrived, he barely missed when BlackFang dove into the waters. "Huh? Nothing here? Guess I was hearing things then..." he shrugged as he sat down on a log, getting undressed while not noticing something surfacing a few feet away in the lake.
 
"Great tail..."

Called a teasing voice as Black had surfaced in time to watch Hank undress; he came to shore and peeled off his gray shirt revealing the well toned shape of his chest, and the softer fur there that wasn't black at all but a very dark gray. He hung the shirt over a branch to dry. Well, laundry was done, he thought to himself before removing his shorts and doing the same with them. He went back up on a ledge and back flipped off the lip of the ledge into the water. Leave it to Black to be a show off, but that was just how he was, always the peacock fanning his feathers for the world around him.
 
Hank felt a blush grow on his cheeks, tinting them a slight pink. The Lycan was such a showoff, and yet he seemed to attractive. He remembered the remark he had said; "Great tail..." and he just couldn't get enough of it. He smiled a bit as he sat at the edge of the lake, dipping his feet and half his legs into it and sighing in relief as the cool sensation hit his legs. "Well, I got to say you're pretty skilled!" he giggled slightly. "You're a real pro, if I may even say that! Say, what's your name?"
 
"Hm?"

He had heard part of that as he surfaced again. Black shook some water out of his ear and flicked it a bit before he made sense of what was said.

"Oh... you have no idea..."

It was a tease but in many ways he was rather serious. He swam to shore again and crawled up onto the sand and rocks laying back beside Hank with no shame for his state of undress. If it were up to Black the clans would go back to the way things used to be, sky clad and free.

"My name?"

That never happened to him before, most everyone in the Sharpfang knew a Fang when they saw them. It was refreshing. This guy must have been from one of the outlying parts of the clan. It was rather nice to be treated like a person rather than the next Fang in charge, so why spoil it?

"Blake... you?"

Better he gave a false name then reveal himself and change their current dynamic.
 
"My name is Hank." Hank said with a smile. "Pleasure to meet you Blake!" Hank was a rather common name. In fact, he was the only one of the Lycanathropy Clan that had a "normal" name, while all others had names like "Ruthil" or "Makeras". He smiled a bit as he looked at Blake's naked bodyform. And did he have the body of a God! His abs and pecs were perfectly trimmed along with a nice, healthy six-pack, his arms being in perfect muscular form, and his face... it was just adorable for Hank! "So, aherm... w-what are you doing here today?" he asked, slightly nervous now as the image of the sexy Lycan boy in front of him had been imprinted on his mind.
 
"A little sun bathing, a little time away from my pack; mostly looking to get wet."

The last bit Black said with an undertone that was searching. He had noticed the way Hank looked at his body. Those eyes were as hungry as a wolf could be. Perhaps he was a playful sort. For that thought he sat up and faced Hank more directly. His eyes danced over the strangers form, trying to get a good inventory of the riches this body held. Hank wasn't a bad looker himself, not overly toned but enough to make his look worth-while. If he was an opponent, Hank would have had enough strength to hold up in combat, the question was if he had the stamina for a good long fight, or other activities.

"How come you are here at the lake but not enjoying much of the water? Did you undress to swim? Or were you just looking to torment me with this body of yours?"

Black asked the questions neutrally enough but he moved his arm so that he was resting it to the ground on the other side of Hank's waist, virtually pinning him there on the beach. Of course he could have pulled himself further up shore and slipped free but Black wouldn't give up that easily, like his father before him, Black was one to take what he wanted.
 
"W-Well..." Hank blushed even more. He noticed how Blake put his arm around his waist, holding him in place as he sat there. Apparently, he was a taker, and he would not give up. Oh, well, might as well admit how he felt. "W-Well, I WAS going to take a swim, but... you just kind of... stunned me. I-I mean... you're gorgeous!" he turned away, thinking he might get scolded for what he had said just there, and his blush increased tenfold. "S-Sorry! I-It's just how I think when I see you!"
 
Hank was so honest yet bashful it was sweet and refreshing; all the more reason to pursue him. He was curious about Hank now he seemed so innocent. Leave it to Black to find something beautiful and have to turn it into something else.

“Never apologize for appreciating a good form. I take it as a compliment and I thank you.”

Murmured black as he reached up with his free hand, turning Hank’s chin so that they were face to face. His eyes were deep pools of brown with hints of red like earth that was rich with clay. Those eyes seemed to be drinking the form of his prey with a thirst that was impossible to quench. Without another word he licked the side of Hank’s maw, taunting him with the possibilities of whatever thoughts were racing through his mind.
 
Hank was paralyzed as BLack licked the side of his maw, the pleasure being the first thing to hit him. And it hit him hard, like a hammer smashing on top of his skull, crushing his libido and releasing it all over his body. A small shiver and a growl of delight passed through as he was licked across his maw, as Blake seemed to tease him into going further. And further he went, as he gently held Blake's muscular arms, rubbing and caressing them slowly as he felt his muscle structure. It was undescribably good. "Blake... your muscles are so... firm and big." he managed to mutter through the euphoria of delight that dazed his mind.
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top Bottom