Light. 

Blinding. All-encompassing. 

Everywhere he looked, there was nothing but empty illumination surrounding him.

So bright. So pure. 

But this light, it wasn't kind. 

It hurt. It pierced. It commanded. 

The feeling of being violated from the outside in was so prominent that he felt sickened down to his core.

And to make matters worse, a deep sense of emptiness began to encompass his mind as he continued to drift, like he was being hollowed out as he sank deep into the endless ocean of white.

Trying to swim through the brilliant gloom did nothing for him, despite his desperate attempts to traverse the unending radiance slowly tearing away at his sanity.

Up. Down. 

Left. Right. 

Back. Forward. 

None of these concepts had any meaning within this place, therefore it was hard to understand exactly where he was, yet he continued to struggle to find a way out of this nightmare. Because that's what this was.

He had been suffering through this illuminated dream for months now, but despite knowing that it wasn't real a part of him felt as though what he was experiencing was reality. So much in fact that it was becoming harder and harder to leave the empty void that his mind imprisoned him within. He was ashamed to admit that, despite his continued struggles against the emptiness he was trapped within, he cried out in fear and agony. 

He knew that it would have been seen as a mark against his character to admit that he was terrified of this strange, desolate sea for which he found himself drowning within, as a warrior of his age had no right to shudder at something that caused him no physical harm, and yet it was impossible to deny the sense of hopelessness which grew within his soul as he sank deeper within the pale, white light surrounding him. 

Just before his senses were completely lost to him, blue eyes flung themselves open. 

The surrounding darkness which encompassed Mihovil was like a welcomed balm for the hrothgar's black soul as he laid motionless on the uncomfortable, not to mention tiny, bed beneath his herculean form. A mirthless chuckle escaped from out of his sealed muzzle as he thought about the empty dream for which he had suffered through once again this week. His mind, ever desperate to try and reassure him that what he had just experienced was nothing more than twisted creation brought about by the stress of his previous adventures, colored his thoughts in an array of visions, all of which stained the memory of the white hellscape for which he had been trapped within to the point of him completely forgetting about it.

The burly warrior was all set to let the nightmare drift away into the back of his thoughts, however, before he could do so, a voice, strange and commanding, seeped into his head like a necromancer's curse.

'You won't escape again.' Shuddering breaths quickly rose from the leonine man's trembling lips following this stated revelation, at the same time the hrothgar's long, black striped tail snapped straight out behind him.

Mihovil's heart felt as though it wanted to rip through his chest as he looked around for who could have spoken to him, the fear that he wasn't alone within the little countryside room he had rented made his blue eyes go wide as he sniffed around for any sign of his would-be assailant. 

Upon finding no one in there with him, Mihovil gnashed his fangs into his bottom lip, splitting the skin and bringing forth a wellspring of blood down the length of his chin. Several colorful remarks danced within his mind as he thought about his unwarranted anxiety teasing him with such a remark, but before he could release the expliciatives out in a loud roar he took in a deep breath and then released his fangs from where they were dug deep within his lips. Reaching up to wipe away the blood on his face, Mihovil licked up the crimson ichor from both his fingers and lips, staunching the flow which threatened to dye the well-worn blanket settled atop his body. 

'It was just a dream, Mihovil.' He chidded himself as he pulled away the covering wrapped over his muscular form. 'There is nothing to fear from your own mind.' He finished with a dark chuckle that possessed no mirth within its echo. 

Reaching out to caresses his dark brown form, the hrothgar felt his brown furred body over for several seconds, a habit he had formed while out on the road, as one never knew what hidden pains may have lingered following a bloodsoaked encounter with the various beasts that roamed the countryside.

An honest smile tugged at his lips when his padded fingers found nothing amiss along the contours of his neck. Moving on further down the wide plains of his barrel thick chest, the black striped feline purred as he tugged at his unseen nipples, twisting the little nubs made pleasurable tingles run the course of his body, yet before he could fully arouse his senses with such pleasure he moved his fingers further across his handsome figure. A sigh of relief escaped his maw once he slid his padded hand over the hills of his torso and then further down to his sleeping manhood. Like every male who was blessed said stalk of flesh, Mihovil gave himself a few reassuring strokes along the ponderous pillar of musky hrothgar meat, if just to ensure that everything was working as it should; the feeling of this part of his body awakening brought with it a sense of steady relief, the likes of which forced back the cascading sense of dread which had been welling up within his mind. Leaning back against the off-white wall behind him, because of course the cheap bed had no back frame, the naked hrothgar mewled in frustration as he slowly pumped his hand up down the growing spear in between his legs.

"I knew I should have rented that miqo'te who was eyeing me at the bar last night." Mihovil didn't like to do such things so often, mostly because he, like many of his brethren, felt himself above needing to hire someone to slake his lusts for him. However, this was one of those few times when his pride had gotten the better of him, as a few rounds of furious sex with the other would have allievated the stress his mind had tried to conjure up following him settling down to rest. But he had decided not to, which was such a shame too, because the kittenish looking male made the hrothgar feel a burning sense of arousal well up within him once he finally got a good look over the other's much smaller, not to mention seductive form. 

"Ahh well, spilled milk and all that," He snorted while thinking over just why he had been having such a specific nightmare for so long.

He honestly was afraid to ask, as despite suffering through the empty dreams of his week after week, he didn't want to trouble a white mage over his night terrors, as that would have meant him admitting to being afraid...and Mihovil was not afraid of anything.

"Suffer not others your burdens." He whispered the mantra of the hrothgar people at the same time he moved his dormant hand across the edge of his tree trunk thick legs towards his quivering nutsack. 

Moving his fingers up and then around to his spasming, pink pucker, Mihovil shoved three of his thicks fingers deep into his clenching depths. It was pure reflex that had made him keep sheathe his claws, a fact for which he was subconsciously grateful for as he plumbed the slick interior of his experienced backside over and over again. Groaning out a rough huff of breath, the brown hrothgar rolled his hips back and forth with growing intensity as he tried not to think about the white hellscape which seemed to be nibbling away at his thoughts once again. The idea of being so consumed by the nightmare shook him once again, yet instead of flinching away from such thoughts he instead worked his fingers deeper inside of himself, desperation to not have to have his thoughts making him massage the pads of his digits along his trembling prostate with every pleasurable stroke that he made.

"I don't have anything to be afraid of...!" 

Whether he was reassuring himself of this, or merely making a general statement to the world at large, was unknown at the time, however, it really didn't matter in the end. What did though, was how good it felt for him to have his massive cock standing straight up into the air and dripping with the sweet, bitter nectar that seeped out from the hidden depths within his body. He silently longed to have another male on top of him, one much bigger and stronger than himself, rutting along and then inside of his quivering form until he was forced to beg for their mercy, which would never come as he would taken and used over and over again until he was left babbling like a fool.

Visions of the pure, white radiance filled his mind along with said thoughts, thus forcing Mihovil to furiously pump his hefty fingers even harder both inside and out of his needy backside. Shocks of pleasure and need raced throughout Mihovil's being as he thought about being so consumed by a vision which seemed to twist and shift within his mind, becoming like that of an another hrothgar. Fear and arousal danced together within an intimate embrace as Mihovil found himself writhing back and forth against the mattress as an all-encompassing heat raced through his veins.

"I will have you," The vision spoke while rocking atop him with ever growing force.

He growled back with a harsh, demanded snarl written upon his boxy muzzle at the same time he spread his muscular legs wide for the male within his mind. He wanted him. Needed him to chase away the dread of being drowned within the cascade that threatened to swallow up all that he was. Yet his fingers weren't enough! He needed something bigger. Thicker! Heavier! His tail slapped at the side of his bed as he raised his burly legs up into the air. The slick sucking sounds of his fingers, drenched in the clear fluids his body produced when heavily aroused, made for quite the perverted background music as Mihovil worked his body over to the point where he was moaning and mewling like a kitten in need.

"I am not afraid!!" He said once again as his balls tugged upwards into his body following him clenching his hand around his pulsing shaft hard enough to bring a flutter of pain into his body. The male within his mind's eye seemed to champion this statement as the phantsmal figure leaned down to bite along his neck hard enough to make Mihovil gasp in pain.

"I can handle anything that comes my way!" He sneered while rolling and thrusting gargantuan hips back and forth hard enough to make the bed slap against the white wall behind him. With his heart hammering inside of his chest loud enough to echo within his ears, Mihovil grunted and moaned as he rolled his legs even higher up for his ghostly partner, as they both knew that his climax was moments away from blooming into being. His tail seemed the most eager for the spectacular eruption to play itself out, as the long, tawny appendage set a rhythmic beat within the room as it slapped against the wood frame of the bed. The scent of Mihovil's need was now so thick within the stuffy air of the room that he soon found himself drunk on the taste of his own musk. Virile and potent, he was almost ready for what was to come.

"Sir, it's dawn. Are you up?" 

The roar Mihovil let out was loud enough to terrify the moogle fluttering outside of the door. 

"S-sir, a-are you alright in there?" The other nervously inquired.

The hrothgar took a moment to compose himself from speaking; he had to in all honesty, as the tight grip his rump had along his fingers, coupled with the seed he could feel desperately wanting to rush up from out of his balls onto his chest, neck, and face made Mihovil's tongue heavy within his muzzle. Once he was ready to speak however, "Y-yes. I'm fine. I was just...coming out." There was a joke in those words, but Mihovil was too annoyed to appreciate it at the moment. 

"Ahh, I see!" The unseen moogle chirped in his people's language. "Very good then! Breakfast is already waiting for you, so I'll see you downstairs soon enough." The fluttering of wings down the hall told him exactly when the innkeeper had departed, yet even upon finding himself alone once again the hrothgar felt no such desire to return to his previous entertainment. 

Such was the burden of being a man. 

"Another time, another nightmare." He grumbled while pulling his musk covered fingers out from his shuddering backside and away from his pitifully weeping stalk. 

Once his hands were free of his erogenous zones, the now highly frustrated and deeply aroused hrothgar raised his hands up to his face. He then stopped from brushing his hands over his muzzle in order to fully remove the tingles of pleasure coursing throughout his body, as his face would have been covered in the heavy scent of his own sex-scent, and the last thing he wanted that morning was for someone with a sharp nose to smell what he had been doing not that long ago, because in a world like his, EVERYONE not a midlander or highlander had a sharp nose. Chuckling in defeat, Mihovil clenched his fingers tight before getting up off of his rented bed. 

Making his way over to the nearby table holding up a small brass basin, which he had wisely asked to be filled the night before, the hrothgar washed his fingers in the cold water and then quickly dried them off with the towel hanging right underneath. Going over to the window on his left, he threw back the jet black curtains in order to let the light of dawn cascade through the room. He instantly wished that he hadn't done so, because the sharp rays of morning sliced through his blue eyes hard enough to make him flip his head to the side and then curse.

"Damn light." He grumbled before turning away.

The morning affair of going down to eat and then thanking the innkeeper for his kindness in letting him stay in the moogle's own room, as the inn had been full up last night, which made sense seeing as it had been raining something terrible. To show his gratitude for the other's kindness, he spent the morning helping the other clean the inn before departing the countryside building with an offhanded wave. It didn't take long for the hrothgar to put the inn and its keeper into the back of his mind though as he made his way down the slightly muddy road onto the path that led to the drowned city of Skalla. Why was he going there? Because of the possibility of finding treasure, of course. 

Seeing as the hrothgar didn't have that many skills underneath his belt, and he prided himself on his sense of battle so much that he had been able to master several classes of combat over the three decades of his long life, Mihovil sought what others had left behind in the often forgotten wastes of the world in order to sustain himself and his wandering lifestyle. Sure, he could have settled into a city or village and become a guard in exchange for food and shelter, as was the case for most adventures who felt the pains of their wounds growing more prominent when the weather turned foul, but he was still relatively young at heart, thus he sought to explore as much of the world as he could before his muzzle began to turn gray. 

The idea of becoming an archaeologist was one that had breezed through his mind once or twice before, most often when speaking with some of the higher class of merchants who had asked him to collect baubles for them from places that were too dangerous for them to travel, even with a paid entourage, however Mihovil wasn't sure if he really wanted to do such a thing. Sure, he had the glasses for it, and could speak several different languages, of which several were quite dead at the moment, but it just seemed so...boring to him. Like many of his brethren, the black striped hrothgar loved the idea of being able to clutch a weapon in his hand and dance the dance of pain and suffering with an opponent. There was just something oh so sweet and intoxicating about brushing one's whiskers ever so close to death that made his tail snap back behind him in glee everytime he did as such. Sure, there had been a few instances where he had been laid up in a medical bed because he had been overly careless, but that was mostly in his youth. Now though, he was much more mature in his engagement with the ruins of the world. 

And much less curious about certain artifacts settled atop pedestals in rooms which were much too clean for their age. 

It was these thoughts that carried Mihovil along his way during the two weeks it took to get to Skalla, though he did put a pause to such thoughts after coming across a traveling band of Viera being attacked by monsters. Helping the group get to a local city was something that put a smile on the hrothgar's face, as there was no denying the sense of joy he felt as he battled against several mobs of monsters in order to protect the long eared, sultry women. The fact that they cheered for him following his slashing down beast after beast with his broadsword, or when he pierced a mighty foe with his ebony spear while dancing within the air, made Mihovil flush in embarrassment more often than he cared to admit to. Yet there was no denying how much he loved being adored by them, especially after one of their young helpers pulled him to the side later on after they got to a nearby river to clean the sweat out of his fur and clothing. This time Mihovil had no problem accepting the sensual reward being teased his way by the adorable little lalafell boy who had been eyeing him up since they had first arrived. 

The moment, while short and sweet, didn't really do much for the hrothgar, as despite the small one's best attempts there was only so much his diminutive body could do for the towering titan whose cock was almost as big as the other's chest. However, the adoration, coupled with the warm body sleeping next to him during the cool evening hours, made up for it, as not once while with the boy did Mihovil suffer a white nightmare. 

Sadly, as with all good things, the moment shared with the group didn't last all that long, thus after seeing the troupe off to the town gates, and getting some coins for his trouble, the hrothgar put himself back on the road to Skalla. 

Upon getting into the stone ruins, salted by the sea which had swallowed it whole many, many moons ago, Mihovil found himself tense for some reason. Animal instincts born from centuries of cultivation warned him of a great danger within the looming expanse of weeping stones, and yet despite this the hrothgar found himself almost eager to face off against the unknown as he climbed his way down into the darkened entrails of the once majestic city. Because he was a student of architecture, Mihovil found himself marveling over the history which was embedded within the walls of the water soaked ruins. He would never admit this aloud to those who he might have been traveling with, but taking the time to study the craftsmanship of the buildings was something that could enrapture him for hours on end, and thus it did, leading Mihovil to spending days simply marking down notes within the jet black journal he kept hidden within his pockets...when he wasn't fighting for his life.

Surviving the onslaught of moss covered kelpie as they charged at him with frightful neighs of rage for his intrusion inside of their home became something of a common theme for the hrothgar, so much so that a faint scent of water moss seemed to permanently cling to his fur by the third day of his exploration. Cutting through the steeds, and the rotting nobles which always seemed to accompany the plant covered nags, was simple enough, as he had more than enough experience to carry him deeper into the illuminated expanse of the saltwater ruins. A small pain of sympathy encroached upon his heart upon watching the lot dissolve into aether in front of him, as it wasn't their fault that his strength and abilities far outmatched their own, yet he would not, no, could not allow his life to end therein. There was still so much he had to do, after all. Thus after saying a few prayers, Mihovil continued on deeper into the forgotten sanctum.

The finds he made of the various treasures which had been left by time made the bumps and bruises of his journey well worth the effort of ploughing so deeply inside of the earth, yet despite the various blades and coins and potions which lay abound within the chests of the dilapidated city, there was something else calling out to Mihovil as he journeyed beyond the rusted gates and shattered walls of the ruins. Something...familiar, and yet completely alien in nature, which in itself was very odd, since he was sure that there should not have been anything there to arouse his interest beyond the material. 

Pushing past a slightly jarred gate proved this fact to be wrong however, as when Mihovil stepped past the towering fence of steel, down the stone stairs which cracked due to his impressive weight, his blue eyes found themselves locked upon a spectacular vision, the likes of which shook him down to his core.

- - - - - - -

The sight of the other hrothgar stole Mihovil's breath away at the same time it made his tail stand on edge.

Gargantuan was the only way to describe the black furred creature in front of him. 

Towering with a mass of muscles that completely dwarfed his own, a feat which should have been impossible given Mihovil's already huge leonine physique, the monster which silently stood within the flickering lights of the unseen torches was as beautiful as it was ferocious to behold. That the other was as naked as the day he had been spawned was something that was impossible for Mihovil to ignore, as it was easy to see the thick pouch of fur which hung neatly from in between the male's tremendous thighs. 

'Big.' Was the word that best described the monstrous phallus and pendulous balls which twitched ever so slightly upon his notice. Wait. Was the beast getting aroused by him? It was hard to tell, seeing as his gaze was centered south of the border, as it were, thus, with great sorrow, Mihovil raised his glasses-covered gaze up, though not before noticing how broad the other's feet were.

'Lucious tail. Smooth abdomen. Thick chest. Pert nipples. And a killer smile.' Mihovil found his breath heating up within his chest as he noted everything he wanted in another male being presented to him without cost. 'Oh please don't get aroused.' He silently begged his jerking manhood. This was the wrong time to find himself falling into the arms of arousal, especially when he noticed red eyes were gazing at him from a scar covered face that almost seemed to mirror his own.

"Who...or better yet, what are you?" He growled in curiosity once the other moved to stand several feet away from him. When no answer came the hrothgar wrinkled his lips in anger. The aggressive act was rather curious of him, as he usually didn't allow most creatures to agitate him, however, this one...this one sent a cold dread racing down his spine as he gazed ever deeper into the red orbs which seemed to almost cast judgement upon him.

Taking a step back proved to be a mistake, because the second he did the other male raised a massive hand up. In moments an energy barrier formed around the room, trapping the two of them together. 

"Why did you just do that?" Mihovil snarled as he pulled himself into a practiced fighting position.

"I told you that you wouldn't escape again, and now I've made sure of that." Ice gripped Mihovil's heart as the voice which spoke to him echoed with the same dull baritone which came from the lingering dregs of his nightmares.

Mihovil was in motion before he could think. 

It was the feeling of his fist impacting with the white furred belly that shook him from the haze of rage which had settled over his mind, though not because he had managed to remove the other's spine from his body, as was per usual when the horthgar used all of his strength on an opponent. No. It was because the other had barely moved a hair from where he had been standing, despite the force of the impact having unsettled the air with enough force to make the small stones at their feet jump aside as a result of the attack. 

Shifting his gaze up to the white creature's muzzle, Mihovil blinked in shock when he noticed the empty red gaze staring back at him. The lack of rage, mirth, fear, or even surprise set the brown fur on his tail on edge. Pulling his fist back, Mihovil didn't know what to think at that moment, as he was sure that he should have hurt the other, seeing as the bones within his own fingers were trembling right then. 

The sensation of something hard landing against the side of his jaw was the first sign that his action had left an effect on the white furred monster. The resounding smacking noise, late in its birth as the shock of being so suddenly assaulted, came next, followed in turn by Mihovil flying through the air. The weightlessness of his body was not an unfamiliar one to the hrothgar, as he had long since trained with the dragoons of the land in order to master the art of aerial dynamics, yet this was something else. He...he had just been dealt with in a manner befitting a kitten who had crossed the line of acceptable social graces, and now he was being sent back as though he were...nothing. 

The knowledge that his back would suffer greatly if he didn't do something about his fall made Mihovil react before he could hit the ground, thus with a graceful curl of his long and surprisingly flexible form, he swung himself around to where when he finally did land upon the hard, yellowed stones underneath him he slid with the grace of a well trained acrobat instead of land like a sack of grain. Shaking his head to right his slightly jarred senses, Mihovil pulled himself up and then moved a hand over to the side of his jaw to check the damage. 

'This is gonna be swollen in a minute.' He thought in aggravation as he worked his mouth up and down to try and get some feeling back into his face. 'I'm surprised that my glasses survived that attack.' The notoriously fragile piece of eyewear was always breaking on him before he got them enchanted, however, even after doing so, with enough force they would shatter like fine ceramic, and there had been more than enough force in the assault laid against him to damage his expensive spectacles. 

Pulling the eyewear away from his face, Mihovil placed them neatly within their specially made container, and then set them over to the side out of the way. 'I'm not spending another thousand gil on you.' He grunted in annoyance while flexing his jaw once again.

Once he could actually feel the lower part of his face, Mihovil turned to glare at the white furred creature in front of him. The pale furred monster hardly looked phased by the casual show of anger being sent its way. In truth, it barely seemed to acknowledge the awesome display of force it had just executed as it lowered its wide hand back down to his naked side. Something about this, this casual display of power from a being so like him and yet obviously different wounded Mihovil's pride to the point where he found himself shifting the aether within him without notice. It was only when his broadsword was clutched tightly within his hand that the incensed hrothgar reacted; legs tensing like a coiled snake, the warrior cat shot himself at his opponent like a bolt of lightning.

The first swing of his sword raced through the air hard enough to make a sharp whistling sound. 

Flattening his ears in reaction, Mihovil grunted in annoyance as he watched the beast in front of him duck off to the side in a smooth, almost polished motion. Rounding his heavy blade from where it lay listlessly within the air, the hrothgar made several cutting motions against the pale furred creature, all with the single minded intent to carve his fury deep within the other's bones, however no matter how fast he moved he always missed his target. A frustrating truth to realize, but one that was necessary for him to accept if he wanted to win this one sided battle. 

Pulling back, Mihovil darted left and then right in order to confuse the monster. This tactic proved to be a waste of time however, as while he only had two good eyes to work with, the monster had five sockets he could used to line his vision up perfectly with Mihovil's movements, as could be seen when the other watched the hrothgar circle his way around him before lashing out once again. On this strike though, the creature chose to counter. Not with a blade of its own, but instead with the same hand that had assaulted Mihovil earlier on.

The subtle clang of flesh meeting steel should have been impossible to hear, as normally the latter dominated the form with a cruelty that was most exciting for many to see, however the ringing noise came as a direct consequence of the monster gripping the lower end of Mihovil's weapon. The next sound to follow was that of the metal squealing in agony before snapping apart like a pencil as the monster twisted its hand to the left ever so sharply.

Mihovil's muzzle dropped in disbelief at what he was seeing. That should have been impossible, given that his blade had been magically forged!! 

Despite this, the fact of the matter remained, as could be seen by his opponent holding up his now ruined broadsword in between the two of them. The red eyes of the other studied the craftsmanship of the steel for a few moments, possibly questioning the maker in question, before casually tossing the shattered blade aside. It then hammered home just how truly strong it was by darting forward and then placing a closed fisted strike deep into Mihovil's armor-covered belly. 

Once again the sound of metal surrendering its life to a greater power reverberated within the silent chasm, though this time it was followed by a wail of pain as the hrothgar was thrown out of his knightly form back into a nearby wall. The shuddering of the ruins made several creatures up above stop in curiosity over what was going on, as it wasn't often that the trembling of the earth disturbed their home. They quickly resumed their way once the shuddering came to a halt, yet for Mihovil he simply slumped down onto the ground while coughing up a storm as he forced air back into his quivering lungs. 

Angry blue eyes slowly rose when the sound of footsteps reached his trembling ears. Fear made the hrothgar react before he could think, and so this was the reason why the sounds of bullets being laced through the air began echoing within the dark ruins. 

His gunner form wasn't something that Mihovil liked to used, on the count of how much it went against his instincts to fight hand-to-hand with his opponents; the feral need to prove his domination of another with fangs or blade was too deeply ingrained within his bones, as it were. However, being the rational man that he was, Mihovil knew well enough that sometimes it wasn't smart to get too close to an enemy, his disastrous encounter with a particularly pesky Marbolo cementing this fact home very clearly as he recalled the pain of being laced with its acidic venom during one particular adventure through the southern jungles, thus the hrothgar aimed both barrels of his gun at the now ducking and weaving monster in front of him in order to drive home just how much he was coming to hate the other. That not a single shell impacted into the body of the white monster infuriated Mihovil to no end, however given the surprising strength of his opponent it only made sense that the other was hiding a wellspring of skill within its body.

When the beast was once again close enough to reach out and touch him, the hrothgar dove to the side and then slipped around to the other's back. Bringing both barrels in close, he pulled back on the trigger after channeling his aether into his guns. The scent of burnt flesh rose within Mihovil's nose at the exact same time the monster let out a yowl of pain. A predatory smile curled along the hrothgar's lips as his senses absorbed the other's agony into his mind, and so like any predator seeing that it was winning an engagement, he attacked the other in the same way again and again and again; his body trembled with both excitement and fatigue as he worked himself to the limit kill the monster who had caused him so much distress. 

It was the sight of light burst free from the creature's unprotected back that stopped Mihovil's assault; the white radiance being so bright that it momentarily blinded him. This was all the opportunity the beast needed to counter the assault, in whipping its tail up and then around, the monster snatched the guns away from their owner and then tossed them aside as though they were not but toys. Mihovil attempted to mentally resummon his weapons, however before he could do so he was tackled to the hard, wet ground beneath him. With his eyes still blurry from the sudden cascade of light showering into them, the hrothgar found himself helpless to resist the onslaught of fists being rained along his face and chest. Attempting to fight back did him little good, as despite slashing his claws out along the beast's face there was no stopping the furious barrage hammering into him from his surprisingly silent foe. 

Blood rained out from Mihovil's nose and lips before long, his body being unable to stand up against the continuing assault, so of course his aether once again saved him when desperation wouldn't. This was how he found himself shifting his position from beneath the monster to above after kicking it back with a metal booted foot. Clutching his spear deep within his shivering fists, Mihovil twisted himself around, locked his spear into the monster's skull, and then drove himself down onto the ground like a bolt of lightning at his opponent's head. Surely this would kill the other, as it was completely unprepared for such an assault.

The hand that reached out to grab the serrated tip of his weapon contested this notion. 

There was no time for action on Mihovil's part, because once the creature was certain that he was within its power, it brought the weapon, and its owner, down onto the stone floor. Hard. The crashing sound of the hrothgar's body hitting the ground was one that was becoming all too familiar to Mihovil, yet the pain that followed was even worse as the monster raised and then stomped its massive foot directly into the center of his chest, shattered his armor and cracking some of his ribs in the process. Blood sprang free from Mihovil's lips following this assault; the painful expectation of death slowly creeped into his mind as the same foot rose up once again to try and finish him off. 

It was a quick roll to the side which saved him from being turned into brown and red splotch. 

The sound of shattering stone and trembling earth did nothing for Mihovil's sense of excitement at still being alive, as by now he was so hurt that all he could think to do was shift himself into his white mage form in order to save his life. 

This form...this was the one he deeply loathed, as taking it in battle meant that he was acknowledging that he was backed into a corner, so to speak. How his pride wept at the thought of its use right then, but the thoughts of dying forced his hand. And so with a few muttered enchantments under his breath, Mihovil healed the internal injuries within his body, repairing the shattered bones and punctured organs, before moving his haggard, brown furred bulk back up onto his quivering feet. 

Turning to look at his opponent, who pulled its foot up from out of the floor with casual ease, Mihovil had no idea why the other had spared him the time to recover. Sure, he could have simply rolled around on the ground like a worm in order to buy himself the time needed to allow his spells to do as they needed, but he was fairly sure that the beast could have killed him outright if it wanted to push his assault. No answer came to him as he looked into cold, red eyes which stared back at him. Nothing did, in all honesty. That was just how void the other was of any emotion, despite being caught in the throes of fury not too long ago. 

"What are you...?" He asked aloud as he watched the last bit of light from the other's body fade away. Did this mean that his opponent had healed itself? It had obviously been hurt, but he didn't notice it using a spell as he had done. So how?! And...why?!

None of this made any sense, but in his dazed and slightly delirious state, his magic hadn't been able to cure his oncoming headache, nor the dizziness that accompanied it, Mihovil didn't care for the answers. All he wanted was one more shot. One extra attack to try and slay the other. His pride demanded it. So after pulling out an undamaged vial of ether from his back, the hrothgar chugged the pinkish-purple liquid down and then waited for the oncoming rush of aether to be restored to him. The tingling bolts of psychedelic relief which gripped his spirit following the recovery of a third of his mystic power brought with it a flash of light from Mihovil's body. This time however, there was no heavy set suit of armor covering his body, but instead an aetheric blade set tightly within his dual grip. 

If Mihovil hated having to resort to using magic to fight his battles, or to save his life in this instance, then absolutely HATED using the weapon he now had in his hands. 

Training within the cold mountains of the north had brought the sword into being, its aetheric nature being such that it drew directly from his own life force in order to create its existence. Under normal circumstances Mihovil would have never thought to use this thing, but he wanted vengeance! 

He...he needed it! 

If he could just get in one good strike on the monster he was sure that he could slay his foe, as if his enchanted bullets could harm the beast, then this should put it down easily enough. That was the thought that made him clutch his glowing blade tightly within his calloused hands and charge forward at the stoic beast. This was the same thought which roared within his mind as he jumped high into the air and then shot down with the force of a falling star at the other. Yet this was not the thought in his mind as he watched the other catch his weapon with casual ease.

"It's not possible!!" Mihovil said aloud as he watched the beast hold tightly onto his weapon and then lower him up so that the two were eye-to-eye with one another. 

When the other gripped his ethereal weapon hard enough to shatter it Mihovil knew that the battle was lost. Him landing onto his tail made this truth very clear, yet what really sealed his fate was the white beast leaning down to grip him by the throat at the same time one of its massive feet stomped down onto his now empty wrist just hard enough to hold him securely in place. Red and blue eyes stared deep into one another as both man and monster regarded each other from their respective vantage points.

"Don't resist." The beast said in a tone that was devoid of any clear emphasis. 

"A little late for that, don't you think?" Mihovil quipped without meaning to as he wrinkled his sweat soaked face into an angry snarl. He could have snapped at the other's face, but his honor wouldn't allow for such a pitiful attack. If he were going to die, then he'd die with his dignity intact. 

The monster didn't respond, at least not with words, instead it held him steady into place, curiosity making it question whether Mihovil would move again. When the other hrothgar didn't, it eased its white foot off of his now numb arm and then carefully brought him up to its face, yet the position for which it held in dominance over the defeated warrior was quite easy to see, as it purposefully held itself above the limp tailed lion.

Moments of silence stretched on into what seemed like eternity as the beast gazed down at the almost listless Mihovil. If it weren't for the subtle movements of its massive chest and the shifting of its eyes, the hrothgar would have wondered if the other had fallen into some sort of slumber. 

"Look," Mihovil said, making the beast's head tilt ever so slightly. "If you're going to kill me, then go ahead and do it, but don't keep me hanging here like so sort of captive. Let me at least die with some measure of pride in my soul." Some might have thought that such words were quite strange to speak at that moment, but for a hrothgar said statement was the closest thing to a plea that one would ever hear from them. And oh how it burned within Mihovil's psyche to think that he would be saying such things. In his mind, he always imagined himself falling to the might of a behemoth as it speared him into one of its ebony horns, or falling prey to the fangs of a dragon as it ripped him apart, but this...this was how he was going to die. 

How pitiful. 

Silence once again took hold over the surrounding area, a fact which served to grate upon the hrothgar's nerves more than his impending doom, as it gave his mind the opportunity to try and think...and he really didn't want to think about how he was going to die right then. 

"Why do you not call out my name?" The beast asked after another moment of mind numbing silence.

Mihovil blinked at that. "I'm sorry, but I don't think we're on a first name basis." The hrothgar said with a deadpan expression. If there was one thing he HATED it was to play mind games, and obviously this is where the conversation was going now, because...

"You know me, Mihovil, as I have been summoning you for over a year now." The monster said calmly.

"What are you babbling about?" He asked in mounting frustration.

"Have you forgotten the past so quickly?" 

"I honestly have, as I don't remember you at all..." 

A silent moment was shared before them as the creature assessed the validity of its captive's comment before a single nod took control of its head. Pulling Mihovil forward, the monster forced itself upon the hrothgar, assaulting the perplexed warrior with both the thick taste of its slimy tongue and a memory that had been buried deep within his mind.

"NonononononoNONONONONO!!!!" The hrothgar yelled before beginning to struggle wildly within the unfaltering grip he was caught within. "You can't be!! You...you can't be!!" He wailed while flailing about like a salmon that had been caught onto a hook. 

"So you do remember." The monster whispered while staring at its captive.

"You...you're not….you can't...!!" The memory of the past, of him drawing his blade into the multiple sin eaters around him, of his fight within a ferocious lightwarden that bore a leonine visage, it all came flooding back to Mihovil. 

"But I am...so speak my name." 

"I won't!" Mihovil gnashed his fangs together as he recalled the moment when his entire being had been flooded with light aether. When all of his senses burned as he was unmade from the inside out. He could feel it once again, of his mind becoming empty and pure as he was filled with power the likes of which no mortal should have ever have been able to acquire. 

"Please. Say my name." The other demanded in a whisper.

Clenching his face and then turning to the side, Mihovil didn't want to say it. The name which had been born inside of his mind at the moment when he couldn't feel himself any longer. He had pushed it down, so far down into the depths of his mind that the only place it could escape into was his dreams. His dreams of pure, white light. 

"No! I refuse!!" Mihovil snarled while shaking his head.

"Please. Say my name." 

He couldn't, because if he did then he would have to acknowledge it all. The pain of the black blade which had ripped through his body in order to drive out the light. The mind searing terror which had left him catatonic for days on end. And the agony of knowing...knowing that he...he had been broken. The light within him having been chased out, leaving on the darkness to cloud his empty soul. 

Empty. 

So Empty.

That's how Mihovil had been feeling for the past year, though he had worked tirelessly to try and fill the widening chasm within him with sounds and tastes and memories, the likes of which could distract him from remembering what was lost. 

"Please. Say my name."

"Don't make me do it, Mania. Don't make me...!!" Mihovil gasped when the words registered within his ears. Flipping his eyes open, the hrothgar snapped his head back to look at the other. When he did he saw something that he didn't expect to see. 

Relief.

For the first time since their conflict with one another, the monster...no, the lightwarden looked to be at peace. 

"Thank you." The other said before bringing him in close once again. 

The taste of the evolved sin eater's tongue was something that the hrothgar didn't want to taste, didn't want to even acknowledge, and yet there was no denying the sensation of the heavy burden which snaked its way through his lips and into his mouth. So familiar and yet alien, Mania tasted like an exotic herb, one in which was forbidden to all except those who could understand the complexity of its textures. And Mihovil...he understood them. Understood everything as he reflexively opened his mouth to let the other back where he belonged. 

A sense of peace erupted within the hrothgar's mind as he allowed the other to connect the two of them together on an intimate level. Oh how he wanted to deny the monster this pleasure, but it was impossible to do, not after the struggle the lightwarden had put up in order to get the two of them to this point. 

When the beast pulled back, Mihovil found himself shuddering in unwanted pleasure. He could feel it now, the sensation which had been trying to get at him from within his dreams. Where before it had seemed like a painful, invasive blade looking to spear his psyche, he now understood it to be a needle of desire, so sharp and thick that it cut without meaning to. 

"You can't..." Mihovil attempted to say, but found himself unable to finish his thought once his counterpart reached out to rip away his clothing.

"I must, because this is the only way for us to become whole." Mania spoke with absolutely certainty.

"You'll kill me if you do this!" The hrothgar knew well of what would happen if things came about as was intended. The flood of light aether would once again seer his mind and soul, but this time, without the black blade of the dark there to purify his being, he would be torn apart and then remade into a beastly terror out of perdition itself. 

"Trust me." 

"Never!!" 

"Then I have no choice." Mania stated in the same calm and casual manner for which he had always spoken, though this time with a hint of sorrow perhaps laced within his voice. It was hard to tell, but what was quite easy to both see and feel was a familiar bodily extremity growing into place in between the other's legs.

Mihovil fought with renewed desperation as was flipped around and then settled into place atop the white spire that was the lightwarden's growing erection. There was no gentleness in what happened next, simply a cold, efficient acknowledgement of two becoming one as Mania forced tore what little the hrothgar was still wearing, lifted his counterpart's curled tail up out of the way before spearing the smaller male down onto the fat head of his black shaft. Mihovil let out a leonine roar as his backdoor was taken in one swift, brutal motion. Thankfully he had been preparing himself for this moment for a year now with his nightly plumbing of his lower depths, and so when then heavy mass of the lightwarden's barbed dick jammed itself up through his loosened tailhole, past his prostate, and somewhere very close to his guts, he wasn't completely torn apart as he would have been had he not been trained for this moment. 

"Yessssss." The lightwarden growled as he pressed himself ever deeper into the body of his missing piece. "This is where I belong. Here, within this sacred space." He grunted as he continued to hold Mihovil by his throat, all the while forcing the hrothgar back onto his breeding tool.

"I beg to differ!!" Mihovil snarled at both the monster behind him and his own treacherous cock for rising to the occasion as it were. 

He did not want to admit that having something so hard and ponderous ripping its way through his guts felt good, because that would be an admission of him actually wanting this to happen in his mind, and he did NOT want to be getting fucked over by a monster, thank you very much, but it impossible to deny that Mania had a dick worth getting aroused over. The weight and feel of it bore a deep, almost soothing pressure within the hrothgar's body, so much so that it worked itself into his being in such a way that Mihovil felt himself shuffer in pleasure without meaning to. Not helping his resistance one little bit was how his natural slickness worked to soothe the agony which came from being bred so roughly. 

Mania, sensing his counterpart's resistance, leaned forward to lick Mihovil along his lowered ears, an attempt to comfort the struggling lion, at least as best a monster like him could comfort another. His efforts were met with growls and snarls and curses as the hrothgar fought to try and find some level of purchase to get away, thus the lightwarden stopped his gentle ministration and then thrust himself forward with cruel intention riding within his hips. 

Once the two were ass to groin with each other Mania stopped forcing Mihovil back into himself, something for which the hrothgar was quietly grateful for, as it allowed his mind to fully process the fact that he had just been skewered. 

"Don't fight what you know to be right." Mania whispered into his ear as he moved to settle the two of them onto the ground.

"This isn't right, you monster!" Mihovil growled while turning his blue onto the red eyed beast holding him into place. What he would have given to be able to shoot lasers from out of his orbs right then. 

"I shall make it right, then." Mania countered before pressing his lips forward. 

Mihovil growled, hot and wild like one of his feral ancestors, as he bit into the other's tongue when it creeped deep into his mouth. This did not get the expected reaction he desired however, as because of his natural biology, a flood of light rolled out from Mania's being into the hrothgar's body and mind. 

The sensation of the burning radiance brought with it both pain and reminiscence, as suddenly Mihovil was filled with thoughts and memories not his own. That's the only way he could make sense of the first hand view of himself stumbling around in an empty field, fearful and confused of everything. This had been Mania's genesis, his twisted birth into a world that had no place for him. The struggle to survive which came later, of him attacking others without understanding why he had done so, of absorbing light aether of others until full awareness of 'self' flooded into him, that was his past. 

The loneliness that came from being separated from Mihovil had come following this, and thus the search for the hrothgar had begun. The futile, desperate attempt to find one who had barriers put within his mind to keep him stable following his recovery, it all had led to Mania using their shared connection with one another to create a bridge of dreams for which he could capture the hrothgar. The silent command to come to Skalla was a message left for Mihovil, as it was the only place Mania had felt safe enough to have their fateful encounter, once it became clear that the hrothgar would not bond with him willingly, despite Mania wanting nothing more that to enter into his body to give them both the peace of soul they needed.

Panting breaths and shuddering moans escaped from out of Mihovil's lips as he pulled back from the kiss. A glare of hatred covered the hrothgar's face as he stared deep into the crimson eyes of his counterpart.

"Please." Mania whispered while shifting his hips ever so slightly. "Let me in."

Mihovil growled at the same time he felt his anus flex over the heavy girth which now pulsed quietly within his backside. Trying to move himself forward to get away from the unfaltering pillar did him little good, because just as soon he would get far enough away to let out several inches of the thick column of flesh, Mania would pull him back into place. Attempts to try and repeat this action resulted in the same consequence, thus leaving Mihovil unable to do much other than squirm and flick his tail wildly against the side of the lightwarden's body as he sought to get away from his current predicament.

"No." Mihovil snapped.

"Why?" 

"Because this is wrong? You're violating all that I am, you bastard!!" 

A firm pump of the other's muscular hips brought a gasp from the hrothgar's lips. "How can this be wrong when it feels so right?" Before Mihovil could speak another word another thrust of those meaty hips made him hiss. Another buck and the hrothgar yowled like a feral cat in heat.

It became hard to think after that as Mania worked himself into a slow, yet steady pace as he buried himself deep inside of his coutnerpart's silken depths. The clutching tightness of Mihovil's tailhole made for a welcoming comfort to him, especially after he moved his hand away from the other's throat down to the pelvis for which he was pummeling. If Mihovil noticed the change in pressure along his body he didn't say or do anything about it, that was just how caught up he was in the bliss which came from having his ass spread wide by the lightwarden's barbed cock. A sense of rage shot within his mind following the other reaching around to stroke his own hardon, yet it was quieted by the bigger creature leaning down to run his fangs along the side of his neck. The sharp pressure of the lightwarden's teeth, a telling play which spoke of what the other could do if he so chose, made a thrill course through Mihovil's body, much to his despair. 

"Nononon!! I-I can't let you...!" Mihovil choked out as his mind blanked with pleasure following a particularly hard thrust.

Of all the times to be a submissive male, this was the one in which Mihovil wished he were not as such. Worse still was the fact that as the nerves within his body were stroked over and over again by the monster's thick dick, the hrothgar found himself slowly becoming eager to feel the full force of the creature's weapon thrusting into his body. Perhaps this was the reason why he preferred his partners to be so much bigger than him, as larger males often had waves of lust within their being that demanded submission from the body they were taken? Mihovil didn't know, and he didn't want to know. He just...

"Please." Mania whispered a cry of desperation as his body began to shimmer within the darkened ruins. 

Mihovil grunted and hissed. His tail lashed out wildly. He didn't want to admit that he wanted more of the shaft buried within his guts. But... It felt so good. Really good! His entire body was heating up in a way that felt as though he were being forged by the hottest flames on the planet. Adding to this was how he could feel the echo of the lightwarden's emotions resonating within himself. The fear. The sadness. The joy. The desire. It all coalesced to the point where, after slamming his eyes shut in a futile attempt to deny what was happening, Mihovil reached out for the lightwarden's colossal thighs and then began shifting his body up and down.

"Yessss...! Let us become one again!" Mania hissed while curling his tail into Mihovil's.

"Shut up! Just shut up!!" The hrothgar snapped as he sped up the force of his movements. 

A chuckle echoed within his ears following his outburst, forcing Mihovil to lower his pointed ears to the top of his head in order to deny hearing what he did, yet when nothing more followed the mirthful chortle he began bouncing himself up and down the length of the lightwarden's breeding tool harder and faster. The barbs raked his inner tissue with such a blissful pain that soon he was spurting his pre-cum out onto the ground. The musky, male thick nectar sent shivers through both males as it spoke of the want filling Mihovil's being, something for which spoke of the truth of how the hrothgar felt, despite the angry mouth noises he kept making. To drive home how much he appreciated this siren call, Mania bit deeply into Mihovil's neck, claiming the struggling lion with the same force as he so spoke of within his dreams. 

"S-stop!" The sweaty hrothgar whimpered, but Mania ignored him. The lightwarden knew what he wanted, what he needed. That's why he pressed his fangs even deeper into the brown furred neck within his jaws. 

Eagerness flooded into Mihovil's psyche at the dominance being put on display at the same time spurts of the other's essence began to paint the inside of his flexing tailhole. Mihovil didn't want to think about the growing warmth that was filling up, nor the fact that he could now clearly hear the whispers of Mania's voice within his head as more and more of the heated sap sputtering within his body welled deep within him. No. He just wanted to focus on the pleasure of using the other for his own gain, of feeling the strong hand gripping his own weeping cock pulling more and more bliss from out of his being as his balls taped back and forth along the monster's thighs. The light surrounding him as Mania's being became one of pure aether, he just ignored it. He had to. Otherwise...he...he...

He just focused on the sounds, the slick, noisy ambience of thighs slapping into one another as he shoved his muscular body up and down the colossal thighs of the lightwarden behind him. He just...no. He wouldn't. Couldn't admit to anything. He would not admit to enjoying the heated scent of male intimacy growing as he cock spewed his liquid essence onto the hand gripping him at just the right pressure to make his senses buzz. Nor the way the other male's fangs gripping the scruff of his neck made bones shiver with delight. He couldn't say how much the subtle tapping of his balls into the beast's own brought with it a delight shiver of submission throughout his nerves. No! He just….this wasn't….he wasn't…
A chuckle within his ears made Mihovil snarl. The bastard was enjoying this. 

The subtle growls from the lightwarden echoed within his ears loud enough to mix in time with the slick noises of the heavy cock pulling in and out of his sucking pucker. The hrothgar wanted nothing more than to bat the other across the face for his smugness, but he was powerless to do anything at the moment. Yes. He was powerless, because if he weren't then he wouldn't have allowed the insides of his ass to be stroked with ever growing force as he moved his hips up and down even faster along this counterpart's groin. 

No! 

Not his counterpart! The other was just a monster, born from his arrogance at thinking that he could tame the light of sin with his strength. His pride had doomed him to this moment, and while his body seemed to almost ache for more of the deep pounding he was receiving from the white beast behind him, Mihovil wanted nothing more than to get away from the other. That's why he worked himself even hard onto the other's shaft. Yes. That was why. It had nothing to do with his tail currently hugging itself into the other's own wildly wagging appendage, nor the fact that the heat within his blood was becoming such that he was losing the ability to focus on anything more than the powerful thrusts serrating his quivering insides.

Yes.

That was the reason. The reason why he leaned his head to the side to offer more of his vulnerable neck to the greater male behind him. Why he muscular spread his legs even wider for the beast. All of this was to get all of this over with. Because he...needed...needed to...to…

A purring growl against the side of the hrothgar's neck made a kittenish mewl escape from Mihovil's throat. It was soon followed by a gentle, soothing lick of Mania's tongue. 

Because of where they were it was hard to tell how long the pair danced within their sinfully exquisite embrace, however it soon became apparent that things were about to come to an end when Mania began bucking himself into Mihovil hard enough to almost throw the shorter hrothgar off of him. The lightwarden's fangs prevented this from happening however, as once the now yowling and squirming warrior seemed ready to launch himself off of the spear of white flesh which was continuing to hollow out of his ass. 

Sensing that the end was soon to come, Mania bit down onto Mihovil's throat hard enough to make the smaller male gasp out a sigh of rapture. 

"I-I'm c-coming!!" Mihovil wailed as he felt the spine tingling pleasure of orgasm prepare to rip through him. Why he had said this, especially in current company, he didn't know, but it felt. Everything felt right at this moment. So very, very right. And he...he needed to share this with Mania.

"Then come!" Mania roared after pulling his fangs free from the smaller male's neck. "Come, and bind us together again, my mate!" 

The sound of the hrothgar's bellowing cry followed both by his semen launching upwards and Mania's body shattering into millions of sparkles of light. Mihovil didn't notice the sudden absence of the cock within his body, that was just how far gone he was as he came in several arching bursts along the ground below him. What the hrothgar did notice however, was the fact that somewhere right after the seventh creamy ribbon touched the air he found his entire being invaded by the light surrounding him. The envelopment of so much aether would have normally scared him, however he was too lost to the pleasure to worry over such a thing, thus he thought nothing of it once he was filled up with all that Mania was. By the time the light show finally dissipated, his own orgasm had tapered off into nothing more than a slow trickle, the result of which dribbled out onto the ground which he suddenly found his back crashing into.

"That wasn't fun." Mihovil snorted as he laid prone on the broken stones beneath him. 

A moment of silence found the hrothgar reaching down around his body and then into his loosened tailhole, more out of curiosity than because of anything sensual. 

"Okay wow, that...was something...not something I normally get from my partners." He scoffed as he ran four of his fingers inside of his loosened anus. The empty feeling he was now filled with was something that Mihovil didn't know what to think about, though a rising sense in the back of his mind told him that he was most certainly going to one of the local taverns at the nearby city to try and find a couple of males to ease the ache which now encompassed his loosened butthole.

'You'll never find someone as large as me, though.' Mihovil froze when a familiar voice seeped into his ears.

"You're..." He wanted to say but before he could a flood of thoughts came rushing through his mind.

"No longer alone." The lightwarden whispered before falling into the arms of darkness where he belonged.

Mihovil wanted to shout and scream and roar out his frustration at what had just happened, but he was too tired to do so. He...he needed rest. Tomorrow would be a good day to throw a fit. Yes. Tomorrow, he thought before curling up onto his side and then slowly shutting his eyes. That his fingers were still within his rump was something that didn't go missed by the hrothgar, but it was also something he didn't want to acknowledge right then either. So he simply just let it be.