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Coming next season! A werewolf agrees to give a vampire piano lessons in exchange for patronage! The vampire just wants to slowly siphon the life out of the werewolf! But neither knows what the other is! Heck, the werewolf doesn’t know what he is! 

What happened to the love and attention you promised me!!!!

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Khorne’s Realm, The Wrath Gate

The Realm of Blood was in more disarray than Skarbrand had ever seen it. Everywhere, loyalist and usurpers clashed, bloodying the land and very nearly splitting it apart. A great entity in the suggestion of his father leered at all hours over the realm, both to embolden his followers and intimidate would be challengers. Even Skarbrand was not immune the effects, his mane at a stand, his concerns masked by the urgency and desire to see Khazaan recovered.

Several times, he glanced back at N’kari to ensure the other was following and hadn’t gotten cold hooves about the desecration. But the Daemon of Slaanesh marched on just as he.

They were close. Nearly pass the great, yawning hole in the realms bordered on either side by great, weeping mountains of lava. The fighting here was slim, as it was far from the hunting fields, where most of the dueling was taking place. The Wrathgate Arbiters themselves were largely absent; as the closest adherents to Khorne’s law and source from which most honorable Blood Daemons got their notions of just how to kill, they had been busy. Spread thin.

And the Wrathgate was vulnerable. More vulnerable than it had ever been. But not completely undefended, as the guttural shout of “REAPER!” by one of the Bloodletter garrisons would soon prove. But that’s all it was; Bloodletters of varying rank. Of course, the Bloodthirsters and Daemon Princes would be in the thick of the fight, fighting for or against the Crown of Khorne.

The Bastion Wall was as much barracks and barricades to the Arbiters, who came filing out like a colony of agitated army ants. Roaring, blades held high, commendable in their fearlessness but still...they were mere insects before the Arch-Tempter and the Wrathful Reaper. Skarbrand turned to N’kari, knowing it would only be a matter of time before reinforcements arrived.

“ Your sisters.” The Reaper indicated, heaving with effort and caked in daemon gore, “Summon them. Let’s do this.”

”You seem a fun fellow, but if you hurt my son and I will split you from your ass to your eyes… I do hope it doesn’t come to that, I’m always looking for a durable sparring or hunting partner!” -Wrath

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He  didn’t  know  what  hurt  more.  The  vicious  knee  planted     so  expertly  into  his  nethers  or  the  venomous  words  that  accompanied  it.  Its  not  like  he  didn’t  deserve  it  ━  he  knows  he  did.  Although  it  was  a  harmless  prank  he  knew  it   would  probably  anger  her  to  some  degree.  It  got  her  attention  however,  &  thats  what  he  truly  wanted.  Though  he  could  have  thought  of  a  better  way  to  get  it,  given  some  time,  he  wasn’t  always  the  most  prudent  in  his  actions.  He  wasn’t  impervious  to  impulse  &  mischief  was  his  very  title.  Its  been  a  few  days  since  their  encounter.  It  was  wise  to  let  her  cool  off,  he  thought.  He  wasn’t  without  remorse  for  angering  her  so  &  she  really  was  a  lot  more  furious  than  he  had  anticipated.  It  really  stuck  a  nerve  of  some  kind  ━  even  a  fierce  young  shieldmaiden  like  Sif  prized  her  flowing  locks,  it  seemed.  Waiting  for  the  right  moment,  for  Sif  to  wander  off,  away  from  the  rest  of  the  festivities  on  her  own  he  follows.  One  of  the  palaces  many  balconys,  a  quite,  serene  alcove   away  from  the  noise.  He  stands  at  the  threshold  with  a  clearing  of  his  throat  to  get  her  attention.