"A commoner is worth more than a grain of sand, a Half breed is even worse, and you are both, the worst of two worlds, truly you are pitiful….but your fidelity happens to be worth more than both noble and commoner combined. Is that not an interesting fact?"— Oliviér Lé Fóix.
"I agree that aside from evangelism there is a sinful agenda but how can you judge my faith when you tempt me by standing in my house with your bare breasts in my sight?"— Sebastién Wright."You can pray we are interrupted so you do not say yes when I ask if I can rip your underwear and play with your pulsing little clit, Vixen."— Nicolas Dé Penthiévre."Haha, you've got me, I really have other plans besides seducing you into convincing that bastard for me, I want to fuck you, I mean the thought has been fucking me in the brain since I saw your bright and cheery face. I want my cock to tear that jaw."— Constantine Rousseau.A pair of blue eyes peered at the tedious environment surrounding the border of the legendary Hara Nation. The bold and angry sun cast down a ray of light at her head that leaned against the window of the carriage, illuminating on her blue eyes and making them twinkle like a hope diamond in the lake.The moans and complaints from the other passengers resounded all of the carriage. Several male, female, and children clogged themselves in the much smaller carriage, smelling of piss and spit. The rough, and tanned faces held no warmth or happiness as they closed in on their final junction, merely scrunching into disgust that matched their complaining mouths."Finally, I don wait too long for this, yer boy must be hungry aye?" The thin, and frail woman, asked with her expression masked by her mud and sweat ridden face.Her Vie accent cut through her words, reminding everyone she was not from the nearby villages. Villages close to Hara territory tend to adjust to the cultures and mannerism of the Hara people, including adapting to their accent.Vie townsfolks had a less constrained and mannered way of speaking, their tongue was often described as the debunked version of English. It was broken, and crude, fitting of the Commonerfolks they were.Commonerfolks from a Commoner Village.A much younger girl, perhaps as young as the woman who leaned against the window with a relieved expression on her face nodded at the frail old lady, her hands tightening the hold on the little boy sleeping against her body.She glanced at both the old lady and the girl with the boy. Her blue eyes cut from them back to the skies with a sigh. She had finally made it all the way from Vie town, so very far away from Hara, it was a miracle for Commonerfolks to make it this, let alone to the great city of Hara. That was a dream.Naturally she was excited. Elizabeth Vilré had just graduated from the Junior Investigative Podium with excellent grades, earning her the opportunity and a letter of recommendation from her Headmaster for a job as a possible Detective in Hara Nation.Now for a Commoner non-Werewolf, this was beyond a dream. When she was still a student in the Junior Investigative Podium, her classes had been filled with middle-class Werewolves, hoping to excel school finely and make it as an Investigator in Vie town.But she had somehow received an opportunity to become not an Investigator but a Detective, not in Vie town but in Hara. It was unthinkable for a creature such as herself.Her Mother has pleaded with her not to go. Stay in Vie town, perhaps with hard work and the prettiest of faces she would become a maid for a Middle-class Merchant, and if she was lucky enough he might even be a Werewolf who would take interest in her and take her as a concubine.Yes Concubine. Werewolves would never be caught dead mating with a Human let alone something like Elizabeth. With her nymph-like features, delicate yet sinfully alluring especially with the mischievous shadow always dancing in her blue eyes, and her tempting lips that always smiled at others aimlessly, it would not be too difficult to garner the attention of a Middle-class Delta Wolf who would pick her as a treasured concubine.Elizabeth shuddered at the thought. That had no place in her big dreams."Halt in the name of the Werewolf King!" A deep voice shouted from a small distance.Elizabeth blinked, and ejected from her trance after hearing the voice, finally realizing that the carriage had long stopped moving.She stuck her neck further outside to see. The Coachman had descended from the Carriage and walked up to a built soldier in the silver armour of a Foot soldier.The Coachman was talking softly but the Soldier replied with a loud, "No, the Nation is currently undergoing changes, no pass, no entry!"He walked away from the Coachman, ignoring him and attending to other travellers.A frown appeared on the olive colored face of Elizabeth. She pushed open the door of the Carriage, and her polished back boots dropped on the scorching hot rough ground of Hara's border.She craned her neck to the Coachman who had taken off his front faced cap in frustration and whipped it on the Carriage."What happened?" She asked the Coachman.The tanned skinned Coachman looked at her from over his shoulder. "We're stuck, he would not let us pass,"Her frown deepened. "That's preposterous, I thought you had a Pass?"The Coachman breathed from his nose and gritted out. "Mine is useless now. They have been changes, and Green Passes are no longer usable."She did not say another word, simply walking towards the Soldier. The armoured Soldier abruptly snapped his neck in her direction with his face screwed into a hateful expression. "I do you Coachman, they have been cha–"The Soldier was stunned. His shining golden eyes, complimenting the bright rays of sunlight blanketing the sky. They remained unmoving on her face.The Soldier felt the words dry in his throat upon saying such a gentle face, smiling as wide as possible that her pink gum were all out in display. Her pink jaw length curly hair covered most of her left eye but her right eye did not hide her fascinating blue orbs.Perhaps exquisite was not the word to describe her, her features were just enough to send a pinch into the hearts of men and women. Adorable? Yes."Good day sir," she bowed her head, but such an act did not fit her, especially with her wearing a long sleeve dress shirt, fitted breeches, black boots, and a portable luggage behind her back.The Soldier cleared his throat. "Good day to you Ma'am, how may I help you?"Her smile breaking the impossible widened even further. "Pardon sir, but I came from that Carriage, over there," she looked from over her shoulder and pointed. "You have barred us from passing, Sir."For someone from Vie Town her accent was impeccably close to that of a Harian. The Soldier began doubting if she was from the slave Carriage, if it was not for the much darker color of her skin as compared to a Harian."My apologies, Ma'am but a Green Pass is no longer legalized. We received an order from the Crown Prince that only Purple Passes are legalized now."Her eyes bulged and her chest jolted a bit. She gasped. "Good heaven, Purple Passes? Even for Commoners?"She knew how hard it was for Commoners to get a Green Pass let alone a Purple one.The Soldier nodded.She bit her inner cheek before reaching her hand to her buttoned shirt, and released a few buttons before bringing out a pitch black necklace of a Werewolves with its eyes being two tiny rubies."What about this? Does this work as well?" She tugged the necklace closer to the Soldier.The Soldier opened his mouth to release a sound of surprise. The girl was holding a Werewolf Pledge from a high-ranking Noble Werewolf.It seemed as if she was on a mission sent by some High-ranking Noble Werewolf. He could have his head cut off if he restricted her from passing."I– my Lady, pardon, I did not know you were a messenger of a Noble. You can pass, after all it is only you and the slave Carriage." He stammered, cold sweat rolling down from his head.Nobles were hateful creatures, especially Werewolves. They killed lower borns as if they were chickens. He was only a Beta ranking Werewolf, what right did he have to protect himself against a Noble?She nodded, with a smile renewing on her face. She returned back to the Carriage, telling the shocked Coachman; "We're free to enter now."She stuck her head out the window once more, aiming to enjoy the pleasant feeling that spasmed through her when her eyes glanced at something.She moved her eyes back at the figure that descended from a pure white horse. They were wearing golden armor, with the inscription of two serpents fighting each other on the armor's chest.The Carriage had already begun moving, so the moment the figure took off the armor's helmet the person turned their head, leaving her to see only golden blonde hair.She concluded that the figure was a man, from their neck and build.She has not seen the face but she could tell from her direction his features were above average. "Handsome," she whispered.She caught a pair of red eyes shift to the corner after she whispered, as if he had somehow heard her words.Her lips twitched, she was trying to not laugh as she yelled. "Handsome man!"Everyone else turned beside him, but she could tell he had a reaction from the jutted vein on the side of his neck.Elizabeth opened the Carriage and stepped out of the car after grabbing her baggage swinging it on her shoulder."We're here." The tanned skin Coachman said, leaning against his wooden Carriage..Elizabeth glanced at him then stared at the massive construction in front of her. "Are you sure?" Elizabeth asked.The man nodded. "Champagne district's Investigative Office right?" Elizabeth nodded at the question. "We're here." The Coachman confirmed looking to the side.Elizabeth craned her neck at the building in front of her. Beautiful was the first thought that crossed Elizabeth's mind as she stared at the majestic building in wonderment.The gates of the Investigative Office were toned gold tall bars. Elizabeth wondered if they were truly made of gold or just colored gold?The bars had thin separation from each other, tall enough to share height with the entire building, with a silver metal template on the middle bars. You trust, and We serve, was inscribed on the template in a bold go
"How can you do this to me? How can you murder me like this?" The thin faced man hushly asked, no longer yelling, as if he was somewhat defeated.Elizabeth darted her blue eyes in his direction, finally having the time to register his unkempt appearance. From his features, one could tell he could be the same age as the Chief, but somehow he still looked…. Older? He had short brown hair, the style of an army man. There was a shadow beard on his thin jaw with grey strands peppered in it. His face was frigid, and looked unwashed. He was standing so one could tell he was a bit taller than the average height, but everything about his exterior character seemed very….. human. If it were not for his golden eyes, it was very easy to mistake him for a human.The Chief stood up and sighed. "Murder? This order was given by the King himself, if you have a problem with it, Maximilian, then you approach His Majesty or to make things easier you can approach Oliviér and ask him to hand over your case
Gold smelted in the darkness of Mother's Hell. The Werewolves believed those who sinned against the renowned goddess would be sent to a purgatory could the 7th ring.There were 13 Summits, and each of those Summits represented a Deity. Mother Earth represented the 7th Summit and was revered by the Werewolves as if she was their own Mother.Right in front of Mother Earth was the Moon Slave– there was more history concerning this god but the Werewolves did not talk about him. They said he was evil, they said he would trap foolish Werewolves and use their souls as an ushering step to his awakening as the Moon god. Only Mother could be trusted amongst the thirteen Deities.This man. His eyes looked like the gold that represented Mother's eyes smelted into the dark Moon that represented the evil Deity Moon Slave.These elements made his eyes appealing, but mostly threateningly lulling. The slim, and fox shape of the lids around eyes, made them even more dangerous upto of intriguing. They g
Night in Hara Nation. The bright stars twinkled, scattered all over the skies of the great nation, forming a starry light that illuminated down in the thick woods of the Weeping Forest.The Pale Moon glistened the green leaves of the enormous mourk trees, shadowed and blanketed the tall figures that looked smaller than midgets amongst the giant-like Mourk Trees.The groups stood in these howling woods. One group dressed in identical commoner styled clothes. They're soiled, ripped, breeches and loose white V-necks turned completely brown, soiled from hard day's labour, and soured from being continuously worn. The leader stood out though, adorning a V-neck lace long sleeve, better looking than the top with brown colors, moth holes, and rolled up hems. His tight breeches weren't that bad as it looked pressed, and thoroughly washed to erase the brown stains that now looked faded. His hood though was black, and thick, fit for a middle-class man. He narrowed his one eye black, one eye mar
"Unforgivable," A distinct silhouette ushered out from the smoke that pervaded the environment. The disgusting smell of blood and burnt flesh filled the air. From the smoke grew two balls of fire, which became the only light in the smoke filled darkness."I had to watch it all fall. Ashes upon ashes of everything I had held closest to my all consuming heart. They said it was my destiny, so I wish to ask, is it your destiny to die by my hand?" A hush hush delicate voice reverberated.As the smoke began to slowly disperse from the balls of fire surrounding the area, then came into view bodies…. Burnt, ripped apart brutally. Only one man losing two legs leaned against an eyeless dead body while quivering.As the silhouette began to become a seeable frame the man gasped. He had realized that it was in fact not two balls of floating fire both rather a pair of this person's eyes. This person…. This person had fire for eyeballs.A shadow smirk appeared on the frame's face. Just as the perso
Elizabeth felt her heart palpitate once again after arriving at Hara. This…. Such a thing as coincidence should be rare right?Why did this man suddenly show up here? Elizabeth was not particularly brilliant at memorizing faces nor figures but there was a certain thing towards this person that made her remember.This man…. This man had somehow been the man she had teased at the border of Hara."Handsome man!"She had remembered yelling at him thinking there was a non-existent chance she would meet him.She had not seen his face, but she could not be more assured this was him.He bore a limpid expression on his chiseled face. It was the kind and gentle look a preacher would give, it did not match his warrior-like build or his domineering aura.Unlike Oliviér who had chiseled muscles, appropriate, slim, yet toned, the new character had a large and brick-like frame. He was wearing a golden armor which Elizabeth reckoned was very heavy and thick, yet his muscles managed to bulge through.
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. Pe
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