The Enchanted Forest

Soaked Fur

The Gods and Goddess were sitting in the halls of the Deities and trying to figure out a course of action against Khaos Drestier. The God of Fowls sighed, his glance cast downwards, "We can not simply use force within the Forest and their surrounding realms. Our powers alone would cause a rift within their cosmos."
Snarling loudly, Canine Lupine, God of the Werewolves, threw over the table stationed in the center of the Court of the Deities. "This is ridiculous." His black and white hair falling into his silvery eyes. Lighting his elongated pipe he took a drag off of it and blew smoke through his nose.
"As we gods sit here on our asses, Khaos is over running the Enchanted Forest and controlling our species and making fools of us." His eyes fading back into their original dull shade of blue gray, "But then again, I guess none of us are supposed to care. We should all just sit here in our cushy God Realm and wait for Khaos to ass rape us with his victory over our kin."
He turned around to leave the room, his wolf fur coat twirling with him and his black boots clacking against the black marble floors as the God of Vampires sighed. The last thing the God of Werewolves heard was the Vampire agreeing with him, "As much as I hate it, the wolf is right. We're nothing more than bitches for our species at this point."
The door slammed shut behind Canine, his pipe tucked between his middle and index fingers clothed in red gloves. He smirked, taking another drag off his cigarette. When the smoke blew out from his nose he chuckled a bit, "I don't like you either, Vamp."
He vanished from the Court of the Deities and reappeared in the back streets of the Eastern City. He often took short walks, being among the stray dogs and caring for the pups in the back allies. The rain was heavy that night, and the wind, brisk and cold. However, the cold never bothered Canine. The fur of his fallen comrades over the centuries were woven into his coat, keeping him warm as he honored each soul dear to his heart.
A tiny sneeze reached his ears as they twitched upon hearing the sound. It did not sound beastly, rather like that of a human. The middle of the night in this cold was not meant for that of a human. Canine Lupine headed off in the direction of the noise.
Turning the corner, the were-wolf saw two small boxes, one was empty but the other held a small naked body that was curled up in a ball. The cardboard boxes were not covered or placed somewhere with warm shelter. Rather, they were dumped there and on the boxes were written, "To whoever wants a useless burden."
The were-wolf sneered at the words, this is why he couldn't handle humans. They were horrid beings who had no true understanding of family. Canine's kind would murder legions of species to reclaim merely one of their children.
Canine walked over to the small child, stopping just before him. Canine looked over to the empty box pondering what happened to the child who used to be within that box. Canine could only hope the child has already found a warm and safe place to reside from the freezing rain.
The young boys eyebrows quivered in discomfort as he realized he no longer was alone. Rubbing at his eyes, the boy sat up in his box that had a moldy soaked pink comforter underneath. The werewolf growled, displeased by the sight.
Huge golden caramel eyes stared at the werewolf in curiosity and his thin body was pale and calmly as his small frame suffered from the cold rain. His arms were placed in his lap as he continued to stare at him, his auburn brown hair drenched, and hanging in his face.
Canine knelt down, and brushed the boys face from his bangs. The child flinched, fear was filling the air. A soft growl sounded through Canine's throat as he lifted the child up by his underarms and sniffed at his neck.
"You've been out here for a few days." His lips brushed the skin as he mumbled to himself.
The child giggled, "Ahaha, that tickles."
The were-wolves blue gray eyes lit up to their silvery glow as he slowly pulled back to see the child smiling, "You speak... how old are you?"
The child's eyes slightly widened, "Uh... um... I... any age..?"
Canine realized the child was trying to butter him up, obviously afraid that if he was too old he wouldn't be taken in. A snarl rip from his lips before he could stop himself, scaring the child as he felt him shiver in terror. Canine tucked the boy under his arms and flashed to his immaculate house within the God Realm. Canine then threw the child onto one of the plush dark brown couches within the foyer.
A man dressed in black skin tight cotton with a large white and gray fluff over his shoulder who was sitting on the couch, straightened as the child landed right next to him. His pointy flesh ears perked a bit as his cinnamon red eyes widened only slightly. "What the hell?"
The god growled at his were-wolf commander, "Be nice, Martin."
Martin dipped his head in respect, his white hair falling over his shoulder, "Yes, sire."
Just behind the foyer was a large spiral granite stair case that lead to the upper levels of the house. A short girl with a thick, large, and bushy ponytail that stopped at her waist, and wide honey yellow eyes descended the stairs. She stopped short seeing the new addition to the foyer and tilted her head to the left in curiosity.
With speed unlike anything the child had ever seen, the girl was in his face in merely seconds sniffing at his shoulders and face, "You're New."
Canine pulled the girl off of him, "Shashti, get off."
"Who's he?" She said, struggling as Canine held her up by her scruff.
Canine shrugged his shoulders and dropped her on the plush white and black plaid carpet, she landed on her butt as her arms fell in front of her and she looked up at him. Canine smirked, "I don't know, myself."
Martin sat the boy up right, not paying any attention to his nudity, "Then why bring him?" the commander glanced upon his master.
Canine walked over to a large dark brown arm chair and plopped down, his black leather clad legs crossing and his left arm resting on the arm of the chair while the other still held his pipe. He took a drag off of it and blew the smoke through his nose once again. His glowing eyes finally reverting to normal as he stared at the lit fire place, the flames dancing in his eyes.
"I felt like it. He was left in a box for  some passer-by's to pick up. Guess his parents didn't want him." the god brushed his black and white hair from his forehead.
A small sniff was heard in the large foyer and Canine looked over to see the boys eyes tearing up but the child was desperately trying to hold them back. For the kids age, he was doing pretty well.
"What's your name, kid?" Canine asked.
The boy was startled as he was finally addressed, "Uh... I..."
Canine held a hand up to silence him before he said "Anything" again. "You are already here. So might as well just tell the truth now."
The boy nodded but still looked unsure if he should really answer it or not, "M-my names...Henry Rouger." He fidgeted with his fingers a bit before he hung his head, "Or... j-just Henry now..."
His small voice was still squeaky, meaning he must still be quite young, "Alright, Henry Lupine, what is your age?"
Martin and Shashti's eyes widened as Canine just gave the human child his last name. Martin opened his mouth to speak against it but a sharp glare from Canine zipped his lips closed. Henry's eyes lit up bright as he smiled wide, a genuinely pure face that a child should have. Seeing it made Canine's foul mood lighten even if only a little bit.
"Uh, um... I'm..." Henry counted on his hands for a short moment, telling Canine how young he truly was, "I'm seven."
Martin growled next to Henry, "So young... the human bast-" Canine stood up and Martin silenced himself.
Walking over to the couch, Canine knelt down before Henry to meet him at eye level, "You'll be okay now, Henry. My den shall always be your den.  The man next to you is the Commander of my forces, Martin Lasca. The girl on the carpet is my strongest magic user, Shashti Karashishi. They will also protect you," He then stood to his full height and took another drag from his pipe. His other hand slipping into his pocket as he stood in a cocky stance a smirk spread across his face and his blue gray eyes stared down at him with confidence, "I am Canine Lupine, the master of this house and your new guardian."
Henry took in the mans appearance and noted his black leather vest and white collar shirt with a black tie. He wore black leather pants that hugged him perfectly and his wrists adorned thick black spiked bracelets. His hands were covered in red leather gloves and a large fur robe of many shades was draped upon him the inside, the child could see, was laid with red satin. Canine's hair was split down the middle, the left side black, the other white.
However, what struck Henry were his sharp teeth, "Excuse me, sir, why are your teeth so sharp? Does it hurt?"
Shashti giggled, covering her mouth with one hand "He's funny."
Canine smiled and palmed the top of Henry's head with his free hand, "No, it doesn't hurt. My teeth are so sharp because I am the God of Were-wolves, child."
The smile on Henry's face faltered as it was placed with a look of confusion, "What's a were-wolf?"
The room grew silent as the question seemed to hang in the air.  Canine then smirked taking another drag from his pipe.  Interesting...
"Are you suggesting you don't know of our species, kid?" He asked.
Henry shook his head, "Nope."
Canine's eyes glowed their silver hue as his chest and neck began to grow a bush of black and whit fur, and a full bushy tail grew out as well. Wolf ears replaced his human ears and his nails grew out into claws, shredding through his red gloves. He licked his tongue around a full row of canine's.
Martin's form was similar but his fur was pure white as he looked down at Henry with cold, steel eyes. Shashti's tail was a lot fluffier as it swirled around her in silver hues. She smiled as she sat down next to Henry, boxing him in. Canine knelt down on one knee in front of Henry.
"We are wolves of the night. One night we are stronger than all creatures, another, our weakness. Regardless, every night is our night. The full moon our strength, the night of it's first rise, our birth. The New moon our weakness, the night of it's last rise, our death. However, we are always reborn."  His voice was rougher than it's usual sound as his eyes were sharp now, narrowed and cold. A killer in his prime.
Henry felt a heavy shiver run down his back and he eyes widened in terror.  "H-how...?!" He squeezed his eyes shut and brought his knees up on the couch, tucking his head in his arms. Clearly, he was attempting to hide from the werewolves around him.
Canine's smirk never faltered. He figured the child would be frightened, there's no way a regular human wouldn't be scared. Impossible, really.  Canine reached out to palm the top of Henry's head, "We won't eat you, kid."
Henry shivered a bit and a sneeze rented the air. Canine's eyes widened and then softened back to their dull color, "Poor thing. Sick from the rain, Shashti could you take him to rest?"
Shashti saluted Canine, "Aye aye, captain!" She grabbed the human and slung him over her shoulder with ease, "La, la, la, la, la~!" She was singing and humming along bringing him upstairs to a guest room.
Once inside, Shashti tucked him in snugly under the covers of the grand king-sized bed in the center of the room. Henry sighed, loving the warmth of the bed. He couldn't remember the last time he was so cozy. He ended up falling asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Canine had followed after them to make sure Shashti wouldn't partake in any mischief and smiled as he saw her tucking him in. Henry seemed so at peace, Canine knew the human child was happy. Shashti left the room and stooped short seeing her master standing there.
"Sir?" She asked quietly so not to wake the boy.
"I shall nurse him back to health, return to your duties." Canine commanded.
The mage curtsied and began to skip down the hall back to her own quarters. Martin stood there at the top of the stairs, not liking the new addition to their little family one bit. However, if it was his master's will, Martin will abide by it.
-----One week later------
Henry was digging into his lunch as usual while Canine sat there watching him intently. The human looked up at him, his cheeks rounded and stuffed with food, and smiled. Canine laughed through his nose at the purely innocent and sweet gesture of gratitude. Over this past week, Henry had asked him so many questions that Canine ended up answering.
Canine had asked the boy about himself as well and Henry's face would always fall into one of sadness but he'd answer truthfully. The god felt so bad for Henry, it made him infuriated on the boy's behalf. Over this past week, a feeling of a swollen heart has claimed Canine and he wasn't used to it, it seemed the cause was Henry.
Canine shook his head, dispelling the thought, ridiculous. Getting up from the plush chair by Henry's bedside, Canine took the, now empty, tray from Henry, "I shall go now. Rest well, Henry, you are still a bit feverish."
Henry smiled, "Okay, Canine!" Snuggling back down under his covers, Henry looked like nothing more than a tiny lump in the ginormous bed.
Canine left the room to return the tray to the kitchen, his thoughts stuck on Henry. The human was so sweet and caring. He held no resentment towards his parents, if anything he didn't even remember the filthy vermin's. Such a strong boy.
Henry could not help but to giggle to himself, he loved Canine. The were-wolf who took him in wasn't nearly as mean as he appeared. Rolling around under his covers, Henry tried to shake of this giddy feeling in his chest but he wasn't able to do so.
However, the room grew dark and Henry was a bit surprised. It was not that late out, he just had lunch. Lifting his head from under the covers his caramel eyes widened to the creature before him.
A man of sorts, with purple skin, black hair, glowing eyes, large hands and claws, humongous horns, dressed in merely a loin cloth and two skulls, sat before him; where Canine had sat only moments ago. A evil smirk with multiple rows of sharp teeth was aimed down at him.
"Sometimes, I have to do things myself in order for them to be done right." The voice that came out was raspy and rough. Henry choked back on a scream as his vocals seized up in terror.
He could only managed a soft squeak, "H-help..."
The creature reached out for the boy and grabbed him around the waist, lifting him from the mattress, that's when Henry found his voice, "HELP ME!!" Tears began streaming down his face as he struggled against this creatures painful grip.
Canine felt a violent fissure rush down his body and he knew an invader had come into his home. Canine dropped the tray before his staff could take it from him and forced his form to materialize before the night had even struck.
The maid before him gasped, "Sir, it is not night out! How are you...?"
Canine snarled, "I am a god. Now silence."
He listened for a sound, any sound that would alert him and that's when he heard Henry's scream for help. Rage boiled inside of Canine, "WHO DARES TO ENTER MY HOME!"
A loud howl ripped throughout the mansion, bone-chilling and cold. It was one of murderous intent. Shashti however was always on guard and had already kicked down the door to see Khaos Drestier in their home. She brought a spell card to her lips and kissed it mumbling an incantation and threw it at him.
Khaos flicked it away from him and snarled at her, "I have no time for you, mage. Tell you master this, I shall keep the boy alive, but only if he brings me the Traison Scroll. He knows of what I speak. I need that scroll, I already have the silver medallion, so I'm proposing a trade." With that Khaos and Henry disappeared in a plume of purple smoke.
Canine burst through the room and brushed passed Shashti only to realize he was too late. Snarling he destroyed the bedroom, tearing at the furniture, breaking the walls down, and shattering the glass of the windows. When he was bloody and pleased he turned to Shashti, his eyes the brightest silver they have ever been.
"What did he say to you, Shashti?!" Canine growled out.
Shashti bowed her head, "He said he wanted to make a trade, Henry for the Trasion Scroll." tears seeped form her eyes as she wiped at them furiously, "Sorry, master. I was slow."
Canine sighed and strolled over to Shashti and rubbed her head, "You did what you could. Khaos is as strong as a god."
Canine then snarled once more, "I need to visit Olganor."
Shashti looked to her master curiously,"The Ogre God?"
"He holds what Khaos  seeks. I must speak with him." With this in mind he left his mansion to pay the God of Ogre's a little visit.
--------- One hour later-----------
"What do you mean no?!" Canine snarled.
The slimy, bald, fat oaf that sat before him laughed at Canine's outrage, "I can not just go giving away scrolls." The ogre rasped.
Canine's eyes were sharp and cold as he stood before the god, "Dammit, Olganor, you owe me a favor."
Olganor stood up from his cushion to glare at Canine, his breath putrid as he huffed in outrage, "I owe you no favor as big as that. Why do you need it so badly?!"
Canine cursed, not wanting to tell the god of the human he was worried about. He knew the ogre would laugh at such weakness. However, a thud came from outside the throne room and Forester along with Shashti entered the room. Canine glared at her, knowing she must have contacted him.
The mage cowered a bit and hid behind Forester, clinging onto his golden robes. Forester either did not notice or simply did not care, he was a hard one to figure out. Canine and Olganor bowed their heads.
Forester waved his hand simply, telling them to stop. Then he spoke, his words clear, "Olganor, I require the Scroll of Trasion. Now." His voice was calm and gentle yet firm all at once.
Olganor hesitated a bit but in the end reached into his sack and pulled out an immaculately decorated silver scroll embedded with rubies and garnets. He held the scroll out for Forester shook his head, "Only the God of Ogre's can handle this scroll without tainting themselves. I would not touch something so evil even in death. Come with us, Olganor."
Foerster turned to leave and noted how only Canine stayed behind, "I meant all of us, Were-wolf."
Canine stiffed as Forester addressed him, "Wait. Why are you helping me?"
The god of the Forest cast his gaze to the floor as if a shadow or haunting memory plagued him, "We must never lose the ones we love."
With that Forester turned to leave once more and Canine followed suit. Did he just say he understands me? I'll never know with this guy...
After a long journey they passed into the furthest level of the hell realms and into Khaos's main stronghold. Canine sucked in his breath at the death, decay, and evil energies that swirled within the air. He could almost cut through it with a butcher knife.
Once inside, they were greeted by a woman with pink skin and hair and a purple gown. Another woman, dressed in shredded black pieces of clothe with ashen gray skin and dark gray hair, was standing next to her. They both bowed to them, "This way."
Forester followed them without hesitation, Canine grabbed his arm, "It's a trap."
The God of the Forest continue to walk, "I know."
That stunned the were-wolf, did Forester know no fear at all? It was mind boggling. Once they arrived at their destination, Canine saw Henry dressed in merely a small loin-cloth feeding cherries to Khaos. The boy was covered in wounds and surely he would be cold. However, the boy's eyes were empty as if his mind was shut down to escape the horrors around him. Canine snarled, the sound ripping from his lips as pure rage consumed him. He almost lunged for the boy but Forester held him back with one arm.
"Khaos, give Canine the child." Forester's voice echoed throughout the room.
Khaos laughed, "Dear, brother. I did not think you would join them. This puts a glitch in my plans, as usual."
Forester's eyes narrowed ever so slightly, "Explain."
Khaos sat up and tossed the child to Canine who caught him in a loving embrace, cradling Henry's head into the fur of his chest and neck, trying to return some warmth to him. However, Khaos did not stop there as the appeared before Olganor immediately and tore the scroll from his grasp. Then it happened, Olganor's head was wiped clean off his shoulders.
Canine blanched for a moment and Shashti gasped. Forester remained still. For that moment condemned all ogre's in the world. Without the god to sustain their life force the species dies instantaneously. Every ogre that lived on this earth had just dropped dead. All of them. Extinct.
Khaos smirked, "One down, several species to go."
A loud thrum was heard throughout the castle as the tremors seemed to shake the foundations on which they stood. Shashti squeaked and ran off to hid behind Canine who shielded them both from Forester's rage.
Forester's eyes illuminated to the glow of pure white and his robes were bleached white as well. His white blonde hair floating around him as his yellow spine wings spread out and blocked their exit as Khaos' wings had done so many times. Two golden dragons had torn from his body and now faced off against Khaos.
Khaos also unleashed his powers, his eyes dulling out to the blackest of nights, his black feathered wings spanning out to display his own powers as his black hair began to swirl around him in a maelstrom. Two large black dogs confronted the dragons snapping their jaws.
"I will kill you, brother. Just as I did mother and father." Khaos sneered, his voice deeper than usual.
Forester's voice had echoed in response, "Brother, you could never kill me."
Another large wave rent through the air and Canine shielded Shashti and Henry with his own body, fearing for their safety. When he looked he noted a small woman, glowing blood red eyes, pale skin, dark ruby hair that floated upward towards the sky and red leather wings that of a bats, that spanned out, the tips glazing that of Forester and Khaos's wings. She adorned a red satin dress that floated about her and two large Avion's had sprung form her being, blocking the dragons and dogs from killing each other.
The woman huffed in irritation, "You two are such a pain in my ass. Khaos, I've over looked your mischief, not caring about the world but you awoke me from my slumber. And Forester... you have as well." Her voice was soft as air but sharp as a whip.
Khaos' eyes widened, "Ariette... why.... how have you awoken?!"
Forester glared at her, "Do not interfere, my sister."
Canine gaped as he noted this third powerful being was Ariette Drestier. The third child of the Origin and mother to all the five Hell Lord's. Canine gritted his teeth, this is bad, he should leave. However, would Forester allow him to leave, now?
Forester looked over to Canine and nodded his head, in the next second, Canine was in his home, clinging to both Henry and Shashti. Martin rose from his couch instantly, "Master! You're injured!" He began shouting for the maid's and doctors as they came rushing in to check on the three of them and Canine could only sit their in a daze.
For Ariette to be around.... this war was no longer something they could ignore, "Martin, summon the gods once I am healed. We can no longer stand idle."
Martin bowed to him and left to send word. Canine must tell the god's what has happened tonight.
------------Three days later----------
Henry awoke with a scream and a large hand jerked him into a tight grip, he struggled a bit until he realized it was Canine. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he buried himself into Canine's neck. He noted that Canine was not as a were-wolf right now. He shivered as he realized it was dark out, now being terrified of the darkness.
Canine smoothed down his hair, "You're safe now, Henry. I must thank you for being so brave."
Henry took a deep breath, "I was so scared. I wasn't brave at all."
Canine smiled and kissed his small lips tenderly, startling Henry, "You survived. That, itself, is bravery."
"What was that?" Henry cocked his head to the side, his large caramel eyes wafted with curiosity.
Canine smirked, not caring for human laws, "Let me show you, Henry."
Canine placed Henry back down onto the mattress and smiled before assuming his were-wolf form. The moon was full as of last night so his lust was far higher than normal. He never was one to care about who he had spent these nights with but now he wanted to spend them with Henry. Maybe it was love or maybe it was just lust, either way, the wolf in him was hungry.
"I'm going to devour you Henry." Canine muttered in warning.
His eyes showing fear in their depths, Henry whimpered, "Will it hurt?"
"At first." Canine was no to going to lie to him. However, he did enjoy teasing him.
"Alright," Henry said to Canine's surprise, the human was still scared but he clung to the fur on Canine's chest, "As long as it's you and not someone scary."
The wolf in him growled loving. Leaning down, Canine began to nip and lick at Henry's face. The boy's eyebrows quivered in fear but he did not speak out against it and Canine realized Henry was really willing to be eaten by him. Smirking within the shadows, Canine trailed his tongue down until he reached his perked nipples. Suckling on one of them gently, Canine looked to Henry as his claws begin to prod the other, "You seem excited."
Henry moaned, "N-no..."
Canine enjoyed tasting the human's flesh as his fingers pinched and scrapped lightly at the pink flesh that poked his fingers. He nipped the one in his mouth, Henry's skin becoming tender. Pulling back, his heated and sharp stare seemed to pierce Henry as he licked his lips, and for some reason Henry's skin felt really hot.
Henry's hips began to shift uncomfortably as his body was writhing with heat. Henry whimpered not sure why his body reacted like this. Canine shifted down so his lips could brush lightly against the tips of the humans' cock. Henry cried out as he gripped Canine's hair.
The were-wolf suckled the tip, as is fingers began to play with Henry's sac. Henry's voice was stuck as he couldn't think past the pleasure and the wolf inside Canine was far to aroused to slow down. Henry's back arched as Canine sucked harder, his body convulsing as he came inside of Canine, "What... happened?"
Canine didn't pull back as he emptied the boy of his juices, "You came for me, Henry."
Henry didn't understand, he thought it was supposed to hurt, and yet he felt relaxed and good, "B-but..."
Canine gave him no warning, lifting Henry's legs until they were bent back to where his toes could touch the mattress, the were-wolf shoved his cock deep inside all the way to the hilt. Henry cried out at this, feeling the pain that Canine mentioned.
"Canine!! It hurts!! Please...!" Henry's eyes brimmed with tears but they did not spill over.
Canine growled low in his throat as Henry's body convulsed to accommodate the foreign object. Since the were-wolf was so large, he felt as if his shaft was melting inside Henry's heat which grasped him so tightly.
Henry couldn't breath for the pain of it and it seemed forever until the boy noticed the pain ebb away, "Canine... the pain... where?"
Canine realized that Henry could no longer feel the pain and lifted his shaft causing Henry to gasp as he winced in fear of the pain again but when the God shoved himself deep inside once more, the pain the rocked Henry's body was too much and took the boy by surprise. Crying out, Henry came onto his own face instantly. His body quivered from the force of it.
However, Canine was obviously not finished, as he slammed into Henry's body over and over. His cock jamming against the humans pearl as Henry tried to find somewhere for his hands to grasp to stabilize his pleasure as his whimpers could be heard throughout the room, probably the whole mansion. Canine held Henry down with his large hands braced on the back of his thighs, keeping his toes against the mattress. At this angle it seemed that Henry would explode.
Canine's eyes seemed fixed on Henry's face, their gaze never leaving one another. Then the moonlight spilled into the room and Henry could see the scars and bandages that covered Canine yet he still found the will to take Henry so forcefully. Henry reached up to touch one of the scars on his stomach, causing Canine to shudder at the tenderness of Henry's touch.
Canine's body was constricted so tightly that he couldn't hold in the pleasure of it any longer. Thrusting hard, one last time, Canine howled loudly his back arching as the moonlight spilled across his features. His body shook violently, while his throbbing member emptied all of it's juices within Henry's body.
Henry moaned as his cock hit as deep as it could and the hot gooey liquid caused him to shudder himself, cumming on his face once more. The were-wolf fell to the side as he pulled out of Henry and tucked him within his warm grasp.
Henry could tell Canine had fallen asleep on him for his breath had become even and quiet. He giggled to himself and kissed Canine's closed eyelids, "Sleep well, Canine."
------ Three months later-------
Valentino Casanova, the God of Vampires, sighed in aggravation as a human boy was clutching at his leg, once again. Throwing the doors open to the Halls of Deities, he kicked is leg, launching the kid at Canine who caught him easily, "Watch it. You almost killed him." The were-wolf snarled.
However, Henry was laughing, "Again! Do it again!"
"Why is he here... again?" The vampire growled.
"I'm not about to leave him alone. He destroys everything, like a hyper puppy." Canine said, leaning back in his chair, taking a drag off of his freshly lit elongated pipe.
"Because you spoil him." The vampire, explained.
Canine shrugged, "He deserves to be spoiled."
The vampire rolled his eyes when the God of Hell Beasts stood up, "Shut up. We have more pressing matters to address then your human fuck toy."
Canine snarled, coming to his feet immediately, the challenge heard within his voice, "Say that again."
Forester then entered the chambers, a distinguished man dressed in white mythril armor, pale skin, with white hair and red eyes appeared to his left. Then, a young girl dressed in revealing blood red silks, with said color, tiny, bat wings, pink horns, peach colored skin, long silver hair, and eyes that were both dark red and eerie yellow each eye had appeared to Forester's left.
Forester nodded his head for the gods to seat themselves to which the did, however Canine was reluctant to do so. The last time he saw Forester, he was in a head to head match with his brother and they against their sister. He wanted to know what had happened but kept silent.
Forester, however, shed light on the situation regardless, "These two shall for now on join your council, they have remained quite to the world for far too long and wish to aid us, the gentleman here, is known as Yueno Nights and the young lady; Baramarasia Lalafiette."
She waved vigorously whereas Yueno merely nodded his head to the council. Then Forester continued, "I have other news as well, I have give new life to the forest for which I will serve as their god. The forest is now it's own species, the plants are able to move freely and think of their own will. This will replace the ogre's we have lost, I mourn them but I can not allow the forests balance to shift any more than it has, so I shall now also join this council."
The God of Fowl's dipped his head in respect, "We are thankful to have you all. I am aware... we should not have waited by so idly. We now will take action against Khaos."
"And Ariette, as well." Forester stated.
The hall grew silent and the Goddess of Fairies spoke up, "Your sister? She wakes?"
Forester sighed, "Yes, the result of my brother and I. Our dispute disturbed her, a grave mistake on my behalf. She now issues war against us because we have awoken her."
Valentino scoffed, "You know that issue humans have with waking up on the wrong side of the bed, how they destroy their bedroom in a fit? I guess it's worth destroying a whole world if you do that to an ancient power."
Some members throughout the council laughed, a good vibe. It meant that not everyone's hopes were dashed at the coming war, however, the God of Hell Beasts stood, then, "You know, then, that means I can no longer be here."
The room grew quiet. The God of Hell Beasts anwsered to one woman, and that was Ariette, it was the same reason that the Godess of Ruination was with Khaos rather than the council. They had no choice but to let him leave here, otherwise if a fight broke out within these walls, too many species would die off.
He began to leave the room, determined to return to his mistress's side but Canine called out to him, "Hey, Typhon, that last argument we just had... forget it."
Typhon stilled, knowing the were-wolf wanted no ill feelings between them before he left for good and scoffed, "Please, I already did." He then left them there, now gaining a new enemy.
Canine sighed, "Always trying to be a tough bad ass."
Henry raised his hand and the whole room turned to look at him, confused. He then shrunk back but still spoke up, "Um, I need to pee..."
Valentino burst out laughing as the other's also expressed their bewilderment at the bizarre outburst. Canine growled, "C'mon brat, I'll bring you home."
Typhon stood outside the door, a sad smile on his face, "That's not a fuck toy, you love the bastard, you dumb ass."
Baramarasia appeared by his side, "Are you really gonna go, cousin?"
Him and the Goddess of Mystics were cousin through their fathers, both sharing the same last name. He always loved his little cousin, so he understood what love meant, "I have to, don't follow me or I'll kill you." It was an empty threat.
She watched as her older cousin left her standing there in the hall, "Typhon...."
Forester appeared behind her, "I'm sure he knows the right path, Baramarasia."
She sighed, "I hope so."
-----Back at the mansion-----
Canine grumbled as he threw his coat to one of the maids, "Wash it."
The maid his a smile and ran off, as Henry whined, "I said I was sorry. you were all talking so long! I couldn't help it!"
Martin came in, hearing the commotion, "What's wrong?"
"I need to house train this kid, he peed on my coat and Soaked the damn fur."
Martin laughed for once, "Sir, with all due respect, you found him in the rain, your fur was soaked to begin with."
Henry stuck his tongue out at him, "See, I tooold ya."
Canine snarled, "That's it." With Henry flung over his shoulder he took of for the stairs, "Little brats need to be punished."
Henry punched lightly at his back, "Noooooo! It was an accident, I'm sorry!!!"
Shashti walked up to Martin's side, "What happened?"
Martin rubbed her head, "Master is merely pissed because Henry soaked his fur."
Shashti giggled, "Oh."