Fergus Finlay was the boy who would be seen causing trouble around Midtown High, walking around with his pack of cards and wit to save him from trouble. However, he was in for a rude wake-up call; history was awakening, and it had set its eyes on Fe...
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He needed to go down to the hall to get food. Since he had scared off every maid in sight.
His stomach crumbled, the hunger wasn't helping his sour mood. His head was aching slightly and in all honesty, he didn't want to see anyone or speak to anyone.
His footfalls were heavy as he marched down the enormous halls, scowling as he noticed a few curious glances. Though his angry gaze drove them away instantly.
Heavy air of anger and frustration hung over him, nearly suffocating coldness that seemed to make everyone weary of his fury. He was like a ticking bomb, ready to go off if anyone as much as touched him.
He pushed the heavy doors open, halting and nearly tripping over his feet as the sounds of pleasure echoed in the dining hall.
He looked around, making sure he had gone into the right place. Though tables filled with food were still in place and people eating as well, a few creatures in the back seemed to be taking eating to next level. There were two women, one sitting on the others lap as she kissed her neck sensually, glancing towards Fergus with hazy eyes every once in a while. They weren't the only couple who had shamelessly started making out in the dining hall.
And he couldn't miss the enormous wings spread out and in the well lighted corner.
Augrimnír was lazily laying on soft pillows, his dark wings curling around three people as they caressed his naked torso, gifting him with butterfly kisses and leaving behind a row of bite marks. His half closed eyes landed on Fergus lazily, enjoying his startled expression that turned into a scowl right after being caught staring.
He looked away, skimming the tables for an empty place to grab a plate and some food. He wasn't going to stay for the orgy. As he approached one of the emptiest tables, the people there coiled, giving him his space that his cold expression demanded.
He piled his plate up with well-cooked ribs and some veggies that seemed edible and smelled good. Though he scrunched his nose when he caught a whiff of arousal and mead in the air.
Counless mead jugs and empty goblets littered the tables, obviously drunken people couldn't clean after themselves.
Fergus froze as someones tender hand landed on his biceps, cold fingers sliding down towards his wrist.
"My Lord." she whispered breathlessly, inching closer as her front touched his back. He craned his neck, looking over his shoulder at the creature inviding his personal space.
Her skin was white as snow, as were her pupils. The area that usually had the whites of eyes was pitch black. Her hair was purple as it cascaded down her back, two elegant antlers adorning her head. Her nose was flat, reminding him of a cat. Though he could see sharp fangs between her pale, parted lips.
"Join us, m'lord." she tried again, raising her chin to try and rest it on top of his shoulder. Augrimnír was looking at the exchange curiously, enjoying his uncomfortable position.
