The rumbling growl shook the floor.
What beast could make such a noise, and what size it must have been to have the power!
Kithane had no time to be awestruck by the thought of the creature as panic flooded his veins and he let out a strangled moan tinged with fear, words were failing him now.
Whatever it was that had found him would find a willing creature before long.
The satyr knew there was mere minutes between lucid and coherent and then the change would snap him into a wild and wicked thing. He would be no more than a slave to his urges, the instinct to seek out alpha males would be his one goal for the next 5 days.
âI regret this whole dayâŠâ The young male whimpered covering his eyes with his hands- such a sorry state he was in and if his father ever found out he was close to losing control⊠or if he did indeed lose control he would surely never see the light of day again.
Such a protective father was Sucellos.
As those hideous growls grew louder, it seemed that the Count had indeed followed the correct path in his maze of corridors, and soon enough was taking his last few rapid strides toward a figure he could see only in shadow from the heavy darkness of the hallway. This figure, however, he had already committed to memory.
âKithane--â it was only a moment longer until arms were gathering the slender figure against his chest, while Dâs eyes had turned to glare outward into the surrounding darkness. No matter which beast it may have been, or their reason for such an approach, the creatures of his store knew well not to question him when he interrupted their antics; it was a rarity for him to do so, and those that did not listen usually learned through a taste of their own medicine that it had been a sore mistake to go against the Count.
âI have you, Kithane..â He muttered after his mismatched gaze was allowed to lower, settling on the otherâs features, âAre you hurt..?â












