Beast of Nazarick, King of Wolves and Fenrir's Champion. This player went by many names and was one of the most skilled players in all of Yggdrasil, a DMMO-RPG.
The Beast of Nazarick otherwise known as Blaiddyd, gets teleported to the New World, al...
The black curtains lightly swayed from the breeze that swept through the open window. The moon stood high in the sky and although artificial the stars sparkled beautifully above the clouds.
Blaiddyd lay in his bed wide awake. Sleep evaded him as flashes of memories he wished to forget flashed through his mind like a film he couldn't turn his eyes away from no matter how much he struggled. Blood, corpses, flames... his sister. It all appeared before him, so close that if he reached his hand out he swore he could touch it all. And yet he knew he could not, it was like a curse placed on him by a higher power. He was to forever remember the sins of his past.
That was not the only thing keeping him awake though and for that he was grateful. It helped alleviate the horrors of his mind even if just a little.
His right side felt incredibly warm as something "soft" and "squishy" encompassed his arm. Lupusregina lay next to him exposed as the bed sheets had slipped off most of her voluptuous body leaving very little to the imagination. Not that Blaiddyd needed to imagine as he had thoroughly explored her body earlier in the night. Engraving into his mind every curve, every little detail of her body. He made sure to taste and feel every inch of Lupusregina.
As he scanned her body the memories of earlier came to mind. The warmth of her body brought a comfort to him that he had not felt in so long. It was familiar and yet foreign all the same. She wasn't the only one bringing him a pleasant distraction though. On his left was Naberal who was in much of the same situation as her sister. However unlike her sister it seemed she had stolen most of the bed sheets. she almost looked to have made herself into a bed burrito. It was cute, almost as cute as the sounds that came out of her mouth earlier in the night. It was surprising from how loud and enthusiastic she was during their fun that she had almost not even joined them initially.
Naberal was reluctant to join her master and sister's fun activities at first and so Lupusregina took the initiative in "relaxing" her before they delved into any extracurricular activities.
And after all that he was now in the middle. His white hair spread across the pillow as his smooth pale skin made contact with the cold bed sheets.
Sighing Blaiddyd decided that if he couldn't sleep there was no point in simply lying in bed. All that greeted him here were his thoughts and that was not something he welcomed, so he slowly got out of bed, careful not to wake the other two occupants.
He dressed himself into his imposing black wolfish armour. It gave him a sense of peace whenever he wore it. Almost as if it was a cage that locked the beast away. Keeping his animalistic urges at bay. It was similar to the way he felt when he held his rifle back in his war days. Simply holding the grip as his finger grazed against the trigger brought an odd sense of security and comfort. His armour and blade replaced his rifle but brought him that same peace of mind.
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As soon as Blaiddyd left and the door to his bedchamber's softly closed behind him Lupusregina's eyes opened and she quietly leaned forward before frowning as she looked at the door.
