#shadowofawolfandman

[afriendshep]

Shep had left Inner City behind a while back. He was going to return, but sometimes you had to move around, ya know? As it was, he was moving through a snowy forest in... somewhere. He kind of lost track. But that was the fun of exploring! What wasn’t fun was finding food. He sniffed the air, hoping to find something nearby. Something tasty.

[vladvitr-blog]

@shadowofawolfandman

A thick snow blankets the ground, flakes still steadily falling. Footsteps of several soldiers are muffled in the woods, their movements careful. There’s fifteen of them, each with sliver bullets loaded into their guns. 

Back home, family and loved ones are getting slaughtered by something out here. The man in the front of the line holds up his hand, halting the movement of the rest. Three bodies behind him a young woman has her finger pressed on her trigger. She’s waiting, fear heavy in her heart. 

Whatever is out here, watching them, has her on edge. This is nothing more than a suicide mission so their government can peg whatever is happening. A deer sprints past them and she jumps, gunfire spraying in it’s direction. Her recklessness causes the perfect distraction  as massive darkness swoops over them. 

Vlad opens his eyes to a busy dinning hall full of socialites chattering. The tall Bordeaux glass of either deep red wine or something else is placed on a servant’s tray. He leaves, up the spiraling staircase to his personal room’s balcony. His body breaks into a swarm of bats, speeding off towards those soldiers he’d been watching moments ago. 

By the time he arrives to site the white snow is saturated in the blood of his fledglings. His body is whole before he steps into the center of the massacre. There’s a figure just a few feet away from him.  “So you’re the one killing my people? I expected something, different.”

[voxvulgi]

Shadow ( @shadowofawolfandman ) with a flower crown

[scars-ink-and-leather-blog]

{***} Boost Shadow's ego, not that he needs it.

@shadowofawolfandmanSend me {***} and my muse will tell your muse three things they find beautiful about them

His smile. No, not the one he usually gives. That one that is all about ego or being terrifying. His actual smile. The one he tries to hide in a new book. Or a coffee cup when he sees Viper happy. Or even the few times Ayla has managed to coax it to the corner of his lips, before he remembers that he is supposed to be big and scary. 

His voice. Like, not that tone he takes when he is being cocky, trying to choke her on his ego. Or when he’s trying to phase her with how scary he is. Ayla means the soft voice he uses when he knows something is wrong and he is uncertain as to why he cares and why he bothers. The voice he uses when he thinks she won’t notice. When he’s talking to her and not at her. 

His wolf. Hold on, it does sound odd. But she can’t just accept the man part of Shadow and ignore the rest. His wolf form is beautiful. He’s free and wild and at ease when he’s a wolf. He is more open with his heart when he’s a wolf, less afraid or less unwilling. She knows there is a darkness as well, but even his darkness is beautiful at times. 

[scars-ink-and-leather-blog]

@shadowofawolfandman

Happy Valentine’s Shadow,

                                     You’re a huge jerk, but you’re my -somewhat- best friend. Have fun with all those flowers. Yes, I purposely made it as huge as possible to be obnoxious. It was Isa’s idea and he paid for it. I also wanted to get you a gummy heart but he said it would be too morbid. 

                                                                        Ah, well,

                                                                                   Ayla xoxo

[vladvitr-blog]

"It's cute how you think you having more then one wife will actually grant you more hold. Your wives will be just as easy as anyone else of your people to kill. Taking that from you as well." Instead of leaving, Shadow walked closer to the other, voice lowering just slightly. "And Viper will damn well not be one of them."

Vlad’s eyes light up and he perks up in his spot. Years of politics have thought him to be a rather astute actor. “Viper, the human girl is your sister? What a scandalous thing. A human and you, family? Would you really rob her of a lifetime of luxury? Obviously you care deeply for the human to come here and grov- threaten me. Doesn’t she deserve that?” 

[vladvitr-blog]

The snarl coming from the other man was more animal like then many other things. "Don't fucking play stupid with me. Something like this is not done by chance. Not right after you start losing your hold here." Shadow was smart, he knew tactics. This was a low blow to someone though.

Vlad laughs, though he’snot sure if it’s forced or not. Swinging his legs he sits upright in his massive throne. “My hold? I am to wed three wives this month and you suggest I am losing my hold?” His laugh curves into a soft purr. “I suggest you leave now pet before I lose my own temper.”

[vladvitr-blog]

"The fuck do you think you are doing with my sister?" It was said more as a growl then an actual sentence, fury basically reeking from the tall man, eyes almost fully red, pure rage over that the other dared to get close to the one person he cared about. {Shadow is angry}

Vlad, draped over one of his many thrones, glances at the man. “I don’t know what you’re talking about dog. I’ve only bedded one wolf and he was simply pretending. Besides, I thought we parted ways after our last little dance.”