Teth

This story is obviously fiction. This story will also involve sexual and intimate relationships between two (or more) males, and if this offends you or it is illegal for you to be reading, then please leave. If you are under the age of consent for your community, please leave. And if it does offend you, I honestly don't know why you're even here in the first place. Or are you just into things that offend you? Huh, kinda existential, I guess.

Teth

1

Xusion found no comfort in the waning moon this night. Although what they were planning on doing was not exactly risky, any possible ill influences were not welcome. Only he, Aileena and Gaar were left now, watching the road through the thick forest around them. At the least, the group of Syr wulves were given an advantage from the low lighting and deep canopy. Shifted into their lupin form, things were seen a lot sharper in the nighttime; Xusion didn't know how or why, other than accept the blessing from Nyx that his kind had received.

"You ready?" Aileena's dark face and sharp obsidian eyes were turned towards Xusion, and he noticed that she had not shifted yet. Her long black hair was tied up and back, so as to not interfere with her line of sight.

"Aileena, are you going in as your normal form again?" Aileena had done this last time she and Xusion went into battle with a rival clan, which was rather unusual; wulves often took full advantage of their polymorphing abilities at any possible chance. However, Aileena was still quite a force in her own right. Xusion had seen her use a bow with arrows and throwing daggers with deadly proficiency, and she had even attempted some simple magic at one point.

"I'm a lot sharper this way, doggy. Besides, I don't have theeese as a wolf." Aileena wagged her thumbs at him, Xusion mock growling at her.

"Sh!" Gaar's snow white fur glistened in the little starlight that shone through the roof of leaves, but he was now pressed low down upon the ground. Xusion and Aileena saw it too; the horse-drawn carriage slowly trotting down the midnight road, with nothing more than two escorts. Silently signaling each other, the group waited for the right moment to strike; when the guard horses were right next to them, and open to attack. Gaar and Xusion tensed their rear muscles, waiting to jump, and Aileena took out a flurry of metal throwing weapons spread out like a fan. It wouldn't be long now...

...and so the moment came. Xusion jumped silent as the chilly atmosphere around them, pouncing the closest guard to the ground without as much as a sound other than the rustled leaves upon his falling. Aileena jumped out as well, flipping onto the now empty horse and tossing daggers into the second guard's neck area; the bulls-eye point that his armor didn't cover. Gaar worked fast; his jaws ripping apart the spokes on the carriage wheels so as to immobilize it. The wagon crashed under its own weight; the driver fell on his back, now confronted by a strange woman and two hungry wolves.

Aileena smiled at him and whispered in his ear. "Hey there... if you want to live, I think you better run..." She rolled her eyes, motioning to the growling wolves at her sides. The driver took no time to respond as he ran like the wind in the opposite direction.

Shifting back, Xusion and Gaar joined Aileena in her laughter, echoing throughout the forest. It was time to clean up the mess, and reap the rewards that the mission was meant to fulfill. Aileena began pulling her daggers out of the guard, the grotesque but slightly comedic scene causing Xusion to chuckle. He and Gaar proceeded to open the carriage. They pried open the doors, and looked inside.

It was everything that they were hoping for; this carriage was headed for the Abyss, and this particular one was filled with "defective" weapons. However, they were enough for their clan of wulves to use. Broken swords, splintered arrows, frail shields; all pieces of metal that could be salvaged into their own means for fighting. Although it didn't seem like much, the wulves needed this in order to survive as war-faring tribes; although usually resorting to tooth and nail fighting in their polymorphed form, those who couldn't transform or were not able to keep their forms long enough had to resort to normal weapons. There were also those like Aileena, who was now stooping down to using sharpened pieces of discarded armor for her daggers.

Gaar and Aileena gathered up as much of the metal as possible, preparing to ride the horses back to the Huddle. All that was left to do was the final sweep, which no one was really in the mood to do. Aileena and Gaar mounted the horses of the guards, their pieces of shrapnel gathered in the saddlebags. Xusion, not yet mounted on a horse, knew what was coming. Aileena decided to break the silence. "So, umm... Gaar and I are already on our horses, so... I guess you have to do the final sweep. Bye!" The last part was said in a rush, and she and Gaar raced off in the opposite direction, leaving behind a very frustrated Xusion.

"...Great..." Xusion didn't even know why a final sweep was necessary. Shollin wouldn't let them go on missions if they didn't, though. He started by inspecting the bodies, making sure they were dead. He moved on to the wreckage of the wheels, seeing if there were any valuable parts worth taking. He continued to the inside of the carriage itself.

There was nothing of interest, really. Bits of slate and wood that couldn't be used for anything were left scattered left and right. Open boxes lay up-side down, and Xusion was sure to lift them up and check them as well.

However, sitting in the carriage to catch his breath from the exercise he was doing, Xusion heard something. It sounded like a whimper or a whine of some sort, but he wasn't sure what caused it. Xusion's ears perked up, trying to locate the source of it. He saw it: a rather large, black box in the far corner of the wagon. It must have been concealed earlier, probably by a hex of some sort that had worn off due to time. He slowly walked over, and tried opening the lid; it was shut almost airtight, although he noticed holes in it. He looked around until he found a thin but study iron bar. Wedging it inbetween the top, he shimmied it inside and used it as a lever until the lid popped open. He threw the top aside, considering its use for later. Xusion peeked inside; what he saw shocked him.

A boy, no older than 16. He was slim, with traces of scars along his pale skin. He was wearing no more than a loose cotton shirt and pants, both of which badly kept and torn in places. Xusion turned his head towards him. His face was soft-featured and, he had to admit, rather attractive. He had raven black hair at a reasonable length that just barely got into his eyes, but was straight and smooth. He must have been asleep, but obviously sedated, since he didn't awake from any of Xusion's stimulation. He nudged him gently several times, the only response eliciting a soft moan and his curling up further into a ball. Seeing him small and rather vulnerable made Xusion smile slightly, but his face turned to a troubled one when he saw his wrist. Tattooed on the inside of his left wrist was a thin yellow tatto, resembling four crescent moons. He was a Psii.