Blood Ties

[Necrosphere]

‘Stupid, arrogant man’ He chided himself, walking slowly through the streets
‘What the hells did you do that for?’
He looked around, noting the bank, the water feature in the centre of Cear.
Further away his sharp eyes noted the pair, one dark, one light, walking up the hill towards him, their hands linked as they often were, they concentration on one another almost complete.
Slipping into the shadows he made his way from them, needing time to clear his muddled senses.
‘Two? Who needs two blood wives?’ he shook his head in disbelief.
‘What have I got myself into?'

They had stopped at the corner, talking softly between themselves and he stood transfixed, head emptying as he took in both of their forms. Shaking his head to clear it he tried to look at them objectively.
Ripe, inviting bodies, both of them, one more curvy, the other lean and hard, but both beautiful.
‘Dammit, concentrate' he muttered.
As a pair the girls worked well together, but with him as a trio, they had been fantastic. They had carved a swathe through the enemy, leaving a bloody trail of mayhem in their wake.
Then afterwards…. Again he shook his head, trying to desperately forget the feel of the soft lips, the featherlight touch of hands the….
He gently chewed the inside of his lip, coming back to himself.
Again he asked the question ‘What have I got myself into?’, but now he had an answer.
‘A whole lot of fun’

[Necrosphere]

Ever so slowly it had progressed, always he kept himself one step ahead of them, often thinking on his feet, or, as the case may be, his back.
And now, all was settling well. The Bonds were completed, both of them, fully bound, the rituals completed, hearts entwined as well as every other aspect of them.
He had shared more with them than any others, he'd had to, but the price was well worth the effort.
He looked about himself, silk and sable, dark and light, one either side, curled into him, blissful smiles on delicate faces, so alike yet not.
"Yes" he murmured "A whole lot of fun"

[Necrosphere]

Things were getting messy.
One of them had withdrawn, after a particularly chilling fight. He had not meant for the venom to flow into her, but it had.
"Damn families, damn women and damn life" he muttered.
The other... well, he rarely saw her. When he did the fire in his blood boiled... he needed her. Needed to release the pent tension the pair of them were generating.
And now there was another on the scene. One that had started as another game, but had moved beyond that somehow. Striking him with the relentless force of a sledge hammers blow, it seemed love was trying to claim him as it's own.
He pictured her a moment, a small smile creeping to his features before the menace returned.
"No. Kill it before it grows" he snarled. But his face softened again and his determination foundered as he began the walk to their usual meeting place...

[Necrosphere]

It had happened. He had fell, and then been shattered on the hard, cold floor. She had let duty come before love. He had been ready to give her his all, swear vows that would attempt to tear him in two.
And now... The mask settled back into place, cold, lifeless.
Moving away from the scene of his heartbreak, he felt a lightness, a freedom.
His eyes flickered around the square, and he remembered the eight he had recently acquired. Dismissing them he thought of Ravenswatch, his home, and what awaited him there.
Buying a horse, he mounted it, digging his feet into the beasts flanks.
It was time to go home