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Darkness surrounds us. There is nothing we can do about it. It is the way of things now. The evil beings of the world have finally taken over, having beaten back those who opposed them. A long and bloody battle. How could any have known what would happen should the heroes fail in their quest for salvation? All should have seen this fate coming.

The Vampires
The vampires are ruled over by a single family now. Brought together under one banner. United they are more formidable than ever. Most have learned to control themselves. Sadly, others have not. The next in line for the vampire throne is a half vampire by the name of Dentrin. Possessing an explosive temper and uncontrolled bloodlust, what will happen when he comes into power?

The Humans
The humans are fewer in numbers now than they were just a few decades ago. Many of them hide now, not wanting to be caught by some of the darker races. Others have allied themselves with other races, hoping this will help them to survive. To not die out. A prince is hidden among them. Will he realize his destiny to bring his people together and rule over them?

The Heroes
New heroes have been born into the different races. They are twelve in number. They are the True Heroes, picking up followers as they quest to put an end to the evil and suffering around them. Will they succeed this time? Or will they fall once more to the blades of their enemies leaving the world trapped in these dark times?

Jacob nods without a sound as he moves forward picking up Listar taking care not to cut her with his left hand as he cradles her to his chest and exits the room moving swiftly but silently up to her room.

The commander growls and launches a backhand at the she dragon sitting next to him. "Then you should have reported to me instantly upon your return as per your orders, and watch your tongue and your tone when you address me wench." He barked, he had been under added stress and frustration since she had come into season her scent being difficult to ignore and making it harder to hide what he truly was.

Jacob quietly pushes the door to her rooms open and steps inside. How many times had he been here, sometimes without her knowing watching over her as she slept. He moved silently to her bed gently laying her down brushing a few stray strands of hair from her face as he did so.

The half breed growled loudly the vibrations rumbling into the bar enough to cause it to shake slightly. He felt his control starting to slip as a small patch of red scales revealed themselves on his cheek. "You should have waited for my return at the castle then." He spat back at her.

His crimson orbs lock with her tri colored ones as he slides his arms out from underneath her body. He looks down at her his face expressionless and mostly hidden by the high collar of his blood red cloak. "No Listar I was merely bringing you to your room as the prince asked me to do." He replied in his typical monotone, taking care to keep his left hand hidden under his cloak.

He growled louder his body shaking as his frustration grew more red scales decorating his cheek, now they would be impossible for her to miss, in his anger he failed to realize the state he was in, as he started to feel the itching and burning sensation in his shoulders. "You're right you are not a pet, a pet would follow orders much better than you."

Listar shakes her head. The hunger still burns inside her. The last time the hunger had come upon her, she hadn't fed. She hadn't fed very long from the prince this time before being set aside. "You don't. You never intrude. Never."

Silver wings erupt from back as her lips are captured by Tiamut. Emslebeth tries to resist, tries to pull away. Never has she submitted to such primal urges. None have ever awoken her senses like this before. Her hands come up, finding his face. She holds and strokes his cheeks.

Listar thinks about arguing. The scent of Jacob's blood, however, has her moving on instinct. Mouth closing around the wound on his wrist, her eyes close and her hands come up to his wrist and arm. Her eyes close and her fingers gently caress his wrist and arm.

Her wings become trapped. She feels the bones crack in places with the force he uses to put her against the wall. Emslebeth craves this, has for quite some time. She bites at his lips gently before managing to separate her mouth from his. "No.." Her voice is breathy now. "Can't... We can't."

Listar takes what she needs before taking her mouth from his wrist with a deep breath. She purrs, rubbing her head back against his metal hand. It isn't like her to react like this, but her defenses are lowered now.

It takes all her willpower not to just melt against him and give in to what her instincts so clearly want. Winning the battle doesn't last long. Now covered in tiny silver scales, she gives herself over to what the primal part of her brain wants so badly.