Edited By: Another Wannabe
All characters engaging in sexual acts are over the age of 18.
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Romulus was in his wolf form, looking up at the full moon. He couldn't help but to feel the pain of a great loss. This might very well be the last time he was ever in the security of his own home. He didn't regret going out and meeting Julian, but knowing they were likely leaving for good made leaving at all very difficult.
"Love?" Julian questioned stepping out into the garden from the back entrance of the den. He seemed to sense the sadness that had taken over the wolf. He hated leaving the wolf's den as well. For the first time that he could remember he felt safe and at home. Nothing bad could ever happen here. Julian could have stayed in the library for hours reading until there were no more words to read. "I know." He plopped down next to the wolf and rested his head on Romulus's shoulder. "We will be back here someday. I can feel it."
Rom nuzzled his vampire, knowing the next good-bye they were about to have would be just as hard.
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Julian, like most vampires, hated walking through the woods. Vampires typically preferred to be clean and so they traveled quickly and near civilization where modern comforts were more common. He never quite felt at ease. The trees were determined to rip his clothing, mud wanted to coat his shoes and pants, and, worst of all, he was never sure what animals he would have to kill when they tried to make him dinner. No animal would be able to bring down a full grown vampire like Julian, but that never seemed to stop them from trying.
Julian would rather have just stayed in Romulus's nice clean lair for a few more hours. The vampire was certain he would get enough of the woods soon enough. He knew it meant a lot to his lover for him to meet whoever they were walking to meet.
He imagined Rom probably knew some old decrepit magic wolf. He was surprised when the trees finally gave way to a small village. Everything about the village was different from anything else he had ever encountered. It was as though the evil tendrils of the world had not tainted this village. What was even more shocking was they were all mortal. He didn't smell a single supernatural being.
Julian followed Romulus until the wolf blocked his path. "I'll wait here," he said, still mesmerized but the purity of the small town. He wondered how the village had survived so long without interference. Even before the world fell apart there had always been supernatural beings, they had just been hidden. The smell of blood was stronger here and made his mouth water. The humans that lived in their world were treated like wild animals or livestock. Their sole purpose was to feed the hegemonic beings of whatever realm they were unfortunate enough to end up in.
Here the humans were beings of their own. They functioned without interference from vampires, wolves or other beings. The world as it was now, he didn't think it was possible for humans to exist without the supernatural. Humans were usually portrayed as being mindless killers. They had destroyed the world, they were to blame for the pain and suffering. This town shattered Julian's image of humans. These humans seemed somehow good, and caring.
The vampire watched the overgrown wolf walk to a small stone cottage. Smoke unfurling from a single short chimney, brought with it the smell of cooked animal flesh.
Romulus pawed at the aged wooden door and whined to get the inhabitant's attention. He sat on the stone steps waiting for his friend to come outside. Romulus's visits were rarely so close together. He had always planned his trips to be sporadic, like the paths he took to get here. He had always worried coming too often would eventually catch the wrong beings attention and that his town would be destroyed. The town was in his mind fragile, and he feared for its corruption. He needed to believe that the town would always be alright.
If people here could change, and respect one another then maybe others could too. Maybe not just humans, but other races could one day live in harmony once more. Romulus of course had never known a harmonic time, but he assumed there had to have been one. Things could always have been as terrible as they are now, or no one would ever have seen the point in living.
Jackson exited his cozy dwelling in a well-worn robe. He smiled upon seeing his guardian and scratched behind his ears. "Miss me that much?" he chuckled.
He always missed Jackson. He often wished he could reveal his true self to the human, to speak with him and let him know how much he loved him. It was another reason added to an already long list of justifications, why he would never come back. The town would have to survive on its own if it was to have any hope of progressing.
Romulus trusted Jackson, and so he decided to show his old friend what was still living out in the world, to remind him of why this village needed to survive. There needed to be hope.
A cold chill ran up the wolf's spine. He worried that this farewell would not go as he planned. He trusted Julian, despite not knowing him for that long. He just worried that Jackson would be fearful, that he would see him and Julian as monsters. Romulus looked at the woods where Julian was cloaked in shadow.
"You bring yer boyfriend?" He laughed when the wolf nodded. "Well bring 'im down I'm sure I got some meat in here somewheres."
Rom tilted his head at Julian expectantly and the vampire took that as a cue to move closer. He was still confused as to why Romulus didn't just walk up in his human form. Humans were usually terrified of wolves and vampires. Rightfully so, since they were nothing more than food. The whole village was peculiar, but he didn't want to question it too much. If this meant something to his lover he would do his best to preserve it as well.
Jackson looked at Julian startled, and confused. He had been expecting another wolf, not this predatory thing. His fingers threaded through Romulus's thick fur for reassurance and, since his wolf didn't seem to feel threatened by the man, he wouldn't be either.
"Hello," Julian said, giving a small bow.
"Hello" Jackson answered, offering a hand. He looked down at the wolf, saying, "I think you got some explaining to do." He started wondering if what he had guessed all those years ago had been true all along. Was Romulus magical in ways other than his unnaturally long life?