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The last sliver of sun dipped below the jagged peaks of the Lost Mountains, casting long shadows across the clearing where the Silver Moon pack gathered.
The air was cool, fragrant with pine and damp earth, and the chirping of crickets formed a soothing symphony. A group of pups, their eyes bright with anticipation, huddled around Taehyung.
Taehyung sat on a fallen log, his silver hair cascading down his back like a silver waterfall, catching the last rays of the setting sun. His ocean moon eyes, usually soft, held a mischievous glint as he began his story.
His voice was low, warm, and filled with a mesmerizing rhythm, weaving a tale of ancient magic and heroic deeds. The pups, captivated, leaned closer, their faces reflecting the fading light.
“Once upon a time, in a land far beyond the Lost Mountains,” Taehyung began, his voice a gentle caress, "lived a fierce warrior with a heart of silver.” He paused, allowing the image to settle in their minds, his hand casually resting on his silver dagger.
"This warrior, strong and brave," he continued, his voice rising with the drama, "was cursed. A dark enchantment had taken hold, forcing them to roam the world alone, unable to touch the silver that flowed in their veins."
The pups leaned closer, their faces etched with awe. A little girl, her eyes wide with wonder, whispered, "But how could a warrior be cursed by silver?" She even giggled, adoring how their Luna looks like an angel to her.
Taehyung smiled, a faint silver glint flashing in his eyes. "The warrior was different," he said, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. "They were touched by a powerful magic, a force that defied the ordinary."
He glanced at the children, their gazes fixed on him, their young faces alight with wonder. The inked marks on his arm, a glowing testament to his heritage, pulsed faintly beneath his intricate tattoos, a constant reminder of his own unique nature.
"This warrior's journey was fraught with danger, filled with trials and tribulations," he continued, his voice filled with a hushed intensity.
"But they never gave up. They fought against the darkness that threatened to consume them, their silver heart a beacon of hope in the darkest night."
His gaze swept over the children, their faces a mixture of awe and wonder. He could see their imaginations working, weaving together the thread of his story, drawing strength and inspiration from the warrior's courage.
The pups, enthralled, hung onto every word, their eyes reflecting the flickering flames of the campfire that had begun to illuminate the gathering.
Jeongguk, from his perch a little further back, watched them, his heart swelling with a mixture of tenderness and admiration.
He had never seen Taehyung so animated, so full of life, and the sight of his mate interacting with the children brought a warmth to his chest that he hadn't felt in centuries.
He watched the way Taehyung's silver hair shimmered in the firelight, the way his tattoos, a testament to his lineage and his past, pulsed faintly under the glow of the flames.
Jeongguk was captivated by the way Taehyung's laughter mingled with the delighted squeals of the children, the way his hand rested on the hilt of his silver dagger, a subtle reminder of his strength and his ability to protect.
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Ma Moitie
Fanfiction[TO BE REWRITTEN SOON] For nearly three centuries, Taehyung, a trueblood omega unlike any other, has lived a solitary existence in a forgotten palace hidden deep within the lost mountains. His immortality, a cruel gift of his trueblood heritage, is...
