The Paladin looked pressed by the last sentence but said. "Do not drag this joke on, Oliviér, you will not pull the trigg–"
Pow! Pow!
Smoke emitted from the hole of the pistol.
Elizabeth flinched from the gunshot sound. He-he actually pulled the trigger? He had shot someone in the head in broad daylight.
"Oh my god-" Elizabeth's words became stuck in her throat upon moving her eyes to the "Paladin" that had been shot.
The man stood firmly, formerly gentle red eyes glaring intensely at the golden-red eyes man in front of him with a gun pressed against his head.
"You've truly lost your mind," The "Paladin's" deep voice reduced into a whisper, a crusty, and gravelly whisper.
Elizabeth, who had once again felt churns of heat in her stomach, was baffled. A threatening warmth had begun swirling in her stomach again, and out of habit she reached out to her face to touch her cheek. Since she was a child she had always felt a bitter-sweet warmth in her stomach when something…. Excited her. People told her, her olive colored timid face would turn red, which was not something most dark and tanned skinned Vieann was capable of.
She felt that her face had begun turning red at the moment but she could not understand why. Hair had risen at the back of her neck from fear of a dramatic showdown between two Alphas but that warmth… a soothing warm flame that would start by massaging the sensitive areas of her stomach, like a gentle sombre wind it was like…. Then slowly but surely it rose, turning from a gentle sombre wind to a raging fire, consuming her innards, scratching, gnawing, pricking her every nerve in her body until it felt her entire stomach had caught on fire.
She hated the feeling but loved the way it raised every sweet and sensitive nerve inside of her to a stimulating high. Hence the bitter-sweet feeling it gave her.
At the moment the fire had begun…. It was a simple gentle wind, soothing, cooling her body while it steadily pricked at her. She did not understand why a frightening scene was stimulating such an exhilarating feeling within her.
Her fingers pushed locks of her hair onto her fair, doing her best to cover the red painted on her face.
Oliviér's snarky voice broke her away from her reverie. "An empty pistol?"
He narrowed his golden-red eyes towards the beta who he had snatched his pistol. "You keep an empty pistol with you?"
Oliviér had always been known by others for speaking in a low tone, even when he was angry. Other Alphas were usually known for being loud but Oliviér's voice was low with an impeccably deep baritone. Such a tone should be considered gentle, and calming but Oliviér's Lé Fóix had somehow made it a threatening issue to others.
The beta swallowed.
"Fucking disgrace," Oliviér hissed. "Get out of my crime scene. See what you did? You made yourself lose your work." He threw the pistol at the Beta who was lost as to how he had suddenly lost his work.
"Oliviér! This is not just your crime scene anymore, you will not sack good workers because of a pissy fit."
Oliviér's fox-like golden-red eyes darted back to the "Paladin". "My crime scene trumps whatever it is you think you are doing here, why must you seek to always humiliate yourself?"
The "Paladin'' trotted closer than before, his heavy boots stomping on the ground. Elizabeth was getting antsy standing back and watching the scene.
"You take joy from testing my patience, Fóix?"
Elizabeth's eyes trailed down to his hand. Black thick claws had teared through the gloves, baring out. This…..
"Nothing from you can ever give me joy." Oliviér replied, a deep voice vibrating with his.
"You-" The "Paladin" had raised a clawed hand.
The frown on the fair face of the "Paladin" deepened. He blinked, dropping his red eyes down at the thing that had blocked him from stepping closer.
He subconsciously backed his head away in slight shock from seeing the small thing that stood in his way. Standing in front of him was a tiny female. Her hands, and figure seemed frail to him despite Elizabeth being considered more voluptuous than others.
He trailed his eyes from her oddly pink hair, which was unruly and quite unsightly fallen down on her round meek face. Her glasses shielded her blue eyes…. An uncommon color between both Werewolves and Humans.
A cool air slapped against his face, the timidity that exuded from her breathed a new air around him, washing away the toxic one Oliviér had generated. The black claws slowly retracted, and those dark veins began to ease…. Slowly….. steadily they stopped racing, and began to beat softly, one beat at a time.
Badump… Badump….
One small hand slapped against her forehead, and he heard her voice. "Ouch…. Gods that hurt, are you made of rocks?"
He could not help blinking comically once again. Her voice was sharper than he thought, with such a meek figure he never expected her to have such a snippy voice that reminded him of Oliviér and…. Made of rocks? Not something people said to his face everyday.
He exhaled. Stretching his hands forward and holding onto her arms.
He felt her jerk under his touch and such a close proximity allowed him to catch a small sniff of the faint scent of strawberries that wafted her body.
She gasped. "I mean… My apologies…. No, Good Morning? Not morning, Afternoon? Day! Day! Good day!"
He breathed through his nose, an involuntary laugh growing from his chest and forcing its way out of his mouth. "It is fine, are you okay?" He asked, assuming the gentle voice he used for others.
She was still too afraid to formulate the right words.
"I am Sebastién Wright and you are?" He gave his name, hoping to tame her uneasiness.
Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak but another voice cut her off. "Hands…. Off… Assistant…. Now."
Elizabeth's nose scrunched up unattractively. Another pair of hands touched her. They roughly removed Sebastién's hands from her arms, and she felt herself being forcefully dragged towards someone else.
She slammed against the side of Oliviér and out of habit tsked, and whispered. "Bastard."
Luckily Oliviér, whose attention was carried by Sebastién, did not hear her words.
"Interesting, Oliviér, I never expected someone as bitter as you to acquire such an assistant. She seems quite lovely for someone such as yourself."
Oliviér huffed. "I know right? We would make quite the bitter-sweet pair, and what of your assistant again? Oh right she was sacked and beaten publicly by the church, at least her fate was much better than the others."
Sebastién's face fell at the remark.
Oliviér, though, would not stop. "Pardon, Paladin but I and my assistant are required at the Palace."
Elizabeth raised her head to look at Oliviér. "We are?" She asked.
Oliviér's lips twitched as her doe-like blue eyes gazed up at him, mystified by the glasses in front of them.
He unexpectedly felt an itch on his palm. He could not keep his hands to himself anymore.
Oliviér dropped his head down at her. He raised his hand, and grabbed the skin of her cheek in-between his fingers, pinching her softly. "Of course we are my sweet peasant," she squinted at him. "You and I are going to watch a man get murdered."
Heeled boots clicked on the concrete ground of the majestic castle. Two silhouettes trotted past the grey pillars, one a female following attentively behind a male."You must have heard of the so-called Werewolf Butcher? I take it Bleach must be a god before Commoners."Elizabeth rolled her eyes. It had only been a day, scratch that a few hours since she had had a new Superior but somehow the man had become the most annoying being she had ever met.Ignoring his quirk for randomly mocking anything and everyone whenever he wanted, he also had to obviously take a blow to her status as a Commoner all the time.Elizabeth did not mind the insults though, but repeatedly there was no way it would not become annoying. She breathed through her nose and spoke. "Sir, perhaps to some, but I have never seen the butcher as a hero, a hero seeks justice and supresess injustice, not advocate for brutality and vengeance."Her eyes met with Oliviér's golden-red ones that had narrowed towards her while h
A light skinned lady rushed towards them. She was a majestic creature. A female with the lightest of skin Elizabeth had ever seen it could even be considered a beautiful chalk-white color. Hair pin straight black hair travelled towards her abdomen whilst the frontals were pulled back by a red and black ribbon. Her slim face flushed, while her bright red eyes gleamed cheerfully.An Alpha she-wolf.She held onto her bell-shaped gown, while walking towards them in long strides. Finally she reached and gave a deep bow which Elizabeth thought was unnecessarily dramatic…. But you know… whatever works.She raised her hair up with a gentle smile on her face. "Good day to Lord Fóix, I was beyond ecstatic once I heard you had taken over the Butcher case, all the other Detectives at the Office are so incompetent."Elizabeth nearly choked on her own saliva once she heard the lady speak. What was this? This kind of compliment? It was true that Oliviér was the best of the best Detective but this…..
She lost herself to the yell, panic starting to set in but as a Half wolf the swishing of the air caught her attention.She raised her head just in time to see the arrow about to penetrate her forehead.Blood dropped on the concrete ground, the sound of the arrow puncturing skin entered Elizabeth's ears. Her heart pounded as she stared at the hand that had blocked the arrow from puncturing her forehead. Oliviér removed his hand with an arrow inserted inside from her face. He carelessly dislodged the arrow from his hand without so much as a quiet groan. Elizabeth's blue eyes watched as the wound swiftly knitted back, hastily knitting together and healing at an instant.Right…. Pure blood Alphas had immense healing abilities.Oliviér inched closer, seeing angst Commoners jumping on the guards. The guards themselves wasted no time to draw their weapons and fight back."Rebels," he muttered, eyes sweeping through the angst crowd.He caught the sight of other people moving along to coll
Fingers which were long, separate and had sharp claws caught a bunch of pink shoulder length hair, viciously pulling her back towards its black domineering frame. "Argh!" Elizabeth groaned as sheer pain rocketeered from her head to her spine.It was not over when she felt her body caught through the wind and flung back, then slammed against the wall, before finally landing on the cold hard ground. Her eyes, which had been squeezed shut from the pain, opened, and her body ran cold from the throbbing aches that spasmed from her spine to her head."Pathetic. A dog pretending to be a Wolf, it is no wonder you can not defend yourself. A disgrace." The Rogue spoke in English with the heaviest accent she had ever heard.It was close to a Vieann accent but it was Vieann.There was something Rogues despised more than regular Werewolves. It was weaklings. Their kind discarded the weaker of their Pack whenever a child had turned eight through a series of rituals.She paid no mind to the insults
Humans? They were irrelevant, they died from age, they died from diseases, weaker creatures who hid in their little humans when the real creatures of nightmares came. Shapeshifters….. Beasts….. Wolves who came lurking out at night. Humans….. When the monsters came to play all they could do was run…. Run… Run…. Oliviér learnt that from a rather young age. Ah, they would always hide, silence themselves, peek, whenever they saw. The young boy sauntering, wondering why these humans were so fearful of him. He no longer wondered….. He was a fiend. Everyone sought a painless death. One that they go down swiftly, without enduring the pain that came before the darkness. Without the agony, with the exhilaration of the taunting feeling. He sought pain. The feeling that hurt not only the body but the mind, that sent your mind to a state of high that nothing else matters than the signal of pain the brain had sent to the rest of you. The one that sent his enemies to their knees, and tore
How to describe the Werewolves who served Mother Earth? The monsters who thrived under the sufferings of the Commonfolks- etu ehmonsta in the language of Vieanns. In some parts of the world they were believed to be the servants of the devil…. A creature that guarded the gates of hell. But he was nowhere near. He was much different from any devil, he was the child who basked under the light of Mother Earth, forsaking the cruelty in the Werewolves' nature. No…. he was the son of the incarnate of pure hatred, and evil in one. In the eyes of the humans the great butcher of the false goddess. He would spend his free days feeding the Lowborns, teaching the children and fighting tooth and nail to grahr them SOME rights in the Kingdom but he would still never change in their eyes. Just like his race he was another monster of the false goddess as they would always point out behind his back. Created to be greatness alongside his comrades in the army, they would cause strife and pain to Commo
Elizabeth arrived at Grey district where Oliviér's directions lead her. "I can not remember the last time Master Oliviér had a woman here, I am still surprised he sent you here." An old man said, eyeing the white handkerchief with the signature OLX sew into it that Elizabeth had handed him.Elizabeth removed her eyes from the grey walls with silver insignia all over it. The perfectly arranged table with alcohol filling it, the several doors showing how big of an apartment it was."Come, come, let me show you to the guest room." The old man led her down the lengthy halls of Oliviér's home.The guest room was clean, which was not surprising seeing as how his parlor was clean as well."You can sleep here tonight, when Master Oliviér returns I will tell him of your arrival," the old man bowed before leaving the room.Elizabeth nodded, looking at the wide bed. She wasted no time crawling into it, not even bothering to remove her clothes or washing herself.….A pair of blue eyes flashed o
Warm fair velvety tight skin rippled as his muscled hands slipped into the white long sleeves. Hard flat chest slowly being concealed by the white print shirt, the ugly head of a spiteful falcon reared its head on Oliviér's shoulder blade, it's red eyes looking as realistic as can be achieved.His face no longer had blood dripping from it, rather it was now polished, fair skin as always sheening inhumanly, golden-red eyes peeking from his slim cat-like lids, artistically aligned soft features that almost rendered him with air of a female if not for his tightly muscled body.His red tongue slipped from his mouth, the wet limp sweeping upon his soft blood red muscles. "Mornings must be rather hectic for you, look at you, you remind me of an intoxicated rabbit." He hushly said, looking from the corner at the blue eyed girl that had entered the parlor. She deadpanned at him. It was true that mornings took a toll on her. Her already unruly hair would turn wilder, rougher, like an insane t