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To call Dhark a bored male would be wrong. He was never bored, even when he was having quiet time to himself. Restless would be a more accurate description of him, but never bored, no. The war kept him going, pushing him to stay fit and trained as any warrior should be, though he detested that aspect of it. He was specifically bred to fight and protect the race, his DNA binding him with his violent purpose. Dhark would lie if he said he hated it, though. He enjoyed the fighting, lived on the adrenaline rushing through his body with each fight and he especially enjoyed how long it could take before the adrenaline was out of his system. Too bad he couldn’t live on that alone. He needed blood from a female from time to time, and despite his lineage as a descendant from the brother Night, he still needed to sink his fangs into a female. And he hated every part of that. He was unmated, so the chosen were what he used, but the whole tradition of it all sickened him. He was bred specifically to a purpose and so were they and they were all duty-bound about it too. The specimen before him was a perfect example. Came to a calling he hadn’t made but #Fritz had insisted. Damn doggen was like a mother hen, creating all sorts of fuss and displaying a pained expression when his services were refused. Dhark always wanted to yell at the old man, tell him to go fuck a duck, but he also knew better than to disrespect the doggen. The other brothers would skin his dick, if he did. No, it was better to go along with things, and truth be told, he did need the blood to stay on his feet. Hell knew what Z had looked like when he refused to feed from females. And the chosen provided wasn’t bad looking at all, as per usual. A fair-skinned beauty that was so jumpy, it was as if she could drop dead from fright if Dhark scolded her too harshly. She had been bred to serve the brotherhood with blood and her body and perhaps in time even with young, if she was ever impregnated of course. Her sons would join the brotherhood and her daughters would grow into chosen in due time. Sickening that tradition of specific breeding, it thoroughly disgusted Dhark to his very core. But he would lie if he said the chosen hadn’t helped him get rid of some of his restlessness. The very restlessness that arrived whenever he was out of battle and off rotation for the night. Hollywood had said he needed a hobby, and perhaps he had found one with this little nervous chosen. For a one night stand with a virgin, it hadn’t been all bad. She knew the theories, knew where the parts were, but it had been obvious she knew little of how her own parts worked, given how she had tended to his.