Pioth lay across Skye's lap. Skye was languidly running his fingers through vis hair. Pioth purred, thrusting vis stubbled face into Skye's gentle hands. The sleepy zombie-vampire hybrid, Chiso, groaned, and attempted to nose his way into Skye's affectionate hand. Skye pulled them both towards him. Chiso flopped on top of Pioth, and began purring. They entangled in Skye's lap, becoming a purring mass of flesh. Pioth threw an arm around Skye's neck, and drew vimself closer to him, taking Chiso with vim. 'Thank god for top surgery.' Skye thought. They both purred for a while longer, until Chiso opened his eyes sleepily.
"Who 'da 'vuck are you?"
" 'oo 'da 'vuck arr you?" Pioth returned, still half asleep. Chiso looked up at Skye.
" 'ah lik tiz 'un, can we keeeeep 'im" Chiso's southern accent was thicker when he was sleepy. Skye chuckled.
"Sorry, Chiso. I don't think my sire would be too happy." Chiso grumbled.
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"I had just beckoned him, when he ran over and attacked me. A-and then he kissed me." The Beta shivered in disgust. "He didn't even apologize!" That's a lie! I apologized........right? Technically, Fleck had not apologized. He had pleaded, yes, but he had not apologized.
"Fleck, is this correct?" Alpha turned to him, her eyes analyzing.
"I-I-I.....uh, I tripped on a p-pile of clothes a-and f-ell...."
"And did you apologize?" Fleck froze.
"N-no, not technically..."
"Then you apologize, and Beta?"
"Yes?"
"Apologize for overreacting."
"Fine."
"I'm sorry, Beta."
"I'm sorry, Flick."
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Skye's Blood
FantasiSkye, a sassy vampire dealing with his evil ex. Fleck, a bookish werewolf worried about abuse in his pack, along with finding his mate. Pioth, a weakened god in need of help. This is the story of how they met. MATURE
