Ruphhausin
Supernova
- Joined
- Jul 2, 2009
Devon smiled as he watched from the window of his house, his eyes scanning what is going on outside. He was a chimera, the epitome of shifter bloodlines that had attained the ability to assume multiple forms. He was six foot, and when in any of his animal forms he towered over others at nearly nine foot tall, and was tone and compactly muscular with a healthy looking tan. His green eyes scanned the crowd outside, spotting Angel already. She was in a bandeaux top, no straps to it as well as a pair of Daisy Dukes that were slit at the thighs. She was so hot at thirteen, and that was the entire point. She was his sister, and her body was lithe and tight, her ass supple as she was led down into the dug-out fighting arena. He had conquered their tribe of Werecats, all of them a mixture of Pure Line Lions, Jaguars, and Cougars. It was a bit of a betrayal of how humans mistakenly affected negatively where cats lived over the centuries, as Lions once were in North America. His eyes already could see her birthmark, evidence that she was his sister.
He had been cast out because he was Chimera, transcending the lines of Tribe and Clan, and that nullified their sibling relationship.. except to his Tribe. They were Rebels and Rabble, having spent centuries opposing the day when Chimera would bind whole tribe nations. He had only in a few years rose to the Chief of the Fang League, a gathering of over fifty tribes that now were at fifty-five strong, making them one of the three largest Alliances in the world. He had to kill his own father, a evil and racist man right in front of his sister. Now, her blond hair streaked and frosted as part of her own personal 'battle-dress' would face the best trained female warrior of the group that was with them. It had to be this way, as she had to prove she was strong. If she was his sister, that would mean that after winning, her wounds would heal very quickly and he would take her that night.
He was soon sitting in his place, his hand raised as the two females, armed with the platinum bladed butterfly swords stood ready. He smiled, his pleasure at this not only over wanting to fuck his sister into exhaustion, but also because, unbeknown to some of his detractors, he knew full well that the female going against his sister was an assassin. He had used his dreamwalking power to teach his sister to fight, and she knew her lessons well. He could allow her to call upon his strength if needed, but this was not cheating. She was a Blood, meaning she may or may not be able to shift, but she had strength and speed of a cat, as well as prowess as well. If she could fight the other to get to the spear with the solid silver spearhead, it was over. He lowered his arm, and the fight was on now.
He had been cast out because he was Chimera, transcending the lines of Tribe and Clan, and that nullified their sibling relationship.. except to his Tribe. They were Rebels and Rabble, having spent centuries opposing the day when Chimera would bind whole tribe nations. He had only in a few years rose to the Chief of the Fang League, a gathering of over fifty tribes that now were at fifty-five strong, making them one of the three largest Alliances in the world. He had to kill his own father, a evil and racist man right in front of his sister. Now, her blond hair streaked and frosted as part of her own personal 'battle-dress' would face the best trained female warrior of the group that was with them. It had to be this way, as she had to prove she was strong. If she was his sister, that would mean that after winning, her wounds would heal very quickly and he would take her that night.
He was soon sitting in his place, his hand raised as the two females, armed with the platinum bladed butterfly swords stood ready. He smiled, his pleasure at this not only over wanting to fuck his sister into exhaustion, but also because, unbeknown to some of his detractors, he knew full well that the female going against his sister was an assassin. He had used his dreamwalking power to teach his sister to fight, and she knew her lessons well. He could allow her to call upon his strength if needed, but this was not cheating. She was a Blood, meaning she may or may not be able to shift, but she had strength and speed of a cat, as well as prowess as well. If she could fight the other to get to the spear with the solid silver spearhead, it was over. He lowered his arm, and the fight was on now.