Tails of the night (Part 3)
Xarksies was running, he had to keep running. If he stopped, the tails would get him. They were closing in, coming closer and closer to his half naked furry body. He was sweating heavely, only wearing his boxers. They were very close now, trying to snatch him up like the others who were too slow and got captured. He didn't know where they went after being captured, and quite frankly, he didn't want to know either, so he kept at a steady pace. He was getting very tired, and his legs started to ache badly.
"Get back here Xarksies, we want you to meet your friends, they await your arival." One of the tails said. The "Tails" were mystical creatures, or as the humans would would be more aquainted with, they are Vampires and Werewolves. They feed off of only one source of life, furry blood. The tales say that furry blood has a mineral in it that makes the drinker life forever, if takes regularly. They say that furry blood makes the tails live forever, but once they take the furry blood, they can't feel anything, no pain, or love, nothing.
No... I-I won't stop!" Xarksies yelled back, panting and sweating greatly. One of the tails were about five feet behind him now, and snatched at him, missing him, but grabbing and tearing away at the boxers, leaving xarksies naked. He felt like a great weight was lifted off of him, and began to run faster, harder, and at a longer distance. Father and farther back the tails got. He was looking back behind him numorous times to see the tail get farther back then ever. But, as he looked back one more time, he tripped over a partial hill of hellish fiery dirt. The fall was brutal on him, but he didn't care, he was bleeding and his leg was broken. He didn't care about this, he cared that the tails were gaining on him at a great speed. One they got within his personal space, they flung themselfs onto his being.
"Looks like we have our furry friend here, what a suprise. They all run, but never get away. Your friends were great fighters, but were way too slow to get away, but you, you have potential, too bad we won't need it." The tail from earlier almost stuck his razor sharp fangs into Xarksies' neck, but suddenly, he awoke. He was cold, very cold. He was shivering, just like earlier, the covors were on the ground, pillows by his feet, and he never felt so alone.
"Why isn't Betholma here? I need him to hold me when I need it, like right now. Where are you, I need you!" He was crying, hugging his stuffed wolf harder than ever now. He was kissing it, crying into it, wishing that it would materailize into Betholma.
"But Xarksies, I am here." Xarksies looked up, to see Betholma standing in the doorway. Betholma walked up to Xarksies, and hugged him, and he smelled so nice.
"I love you so much Betholma, I wish that this will never end," Xarksies said, tears streaming down his face.
"I love you too, and don't worry, I'll never leave you, I love you so much that this feeling will never end. I know that this might sound nieve and cocky, but if I say it will never end, it never will." He was still embraced in Xarksies tight hug. But the hug turned into more then just a hug, Bethelma threw Xarksies back onto his bed, and started at his lips. Xarksies unbottoned Betholma's shirt, and rubbed his light brown furry chest.
"what are you doing?" Betholma asked, pulling away from Xarksies' tight clench and his healing hands. "Sorry, but I didn't think that you'd try to fuck me."
"Aww, you know that you like it." Xarksies said, kissing Betholma on the cheek. They talked for a while longer, then they both fell asleep on Xarksies' bed in one anothers arms.