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(Chapter One)

8:09 A.M

"You're sure you saw them this way? Jamsin told me he scared all of them!" Levas shouted at me a bit. But he had reason to shout at me, Hell, we were running our asses trying to catch some damn Svarians in the act.

I'm surprised he could talk, all the energy I had in me left was to say: "Yeah! My... my..." I slowed down. Then stopped completely, panting for air with a heated face and weary body. xO

"Oh," I held my ribcage, "holy shit, Levas." I faced the ground and collapsed my hands on my knees, I swear if we get ambushed right now, I'll just knock out and let Levas do the fighting for me. It's not cruel actually, Levas is a very tough fighter, born a rein-tiger but raised by lions, Levas was destined to serve and protect. He usually looks out for me, being that he considers me family.

"Come on, Entis," Levas noticed I stopped, so he ran back to me and squatted with his back facing me. "get on, I'll carry you. Fuck that fort, let's get back to base."

"No, no-"

"Come on."

"No- Levas, please."

"Entis."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"'Cause that's fucked up, man. I mean this morning General Tulemon was shouting at you and talking shit, I swear I wanted to help... you had to carry the boxes of weapons and shit all by yourself- I'm sorry Levas." I denied his kind offer.

I can't let Levas carry me, he's done so much this morning, I mean it's fucking four a.m right now and he worked from like eleven to two, poor guy's only had like an hour to rest, I brought him cookies and bread and tea and milk and messaged him when General Tulemon was done with making him look like shit in front of the whole camp, I swear to God Levas deserves it.

Plus, I'm fat. 0.0

But like the usual well-committed soldier and friend of mine, Levas won't have mercy on himself and intends to push the limit. He grabbed my legs from behind and tripped me on his back. "No."

"Come on, baby." He stood up.

I felt my legs lifelessly rising off the earth and dangling on Levas' arms, he held my legs and I had one of my arms under one of his to hold on to his chest and the other on his shoulder. "Can you at least be mad at me?" I wanted to get even with him, or him to get even with me.

"Why the Hell would I do that?" Levas looked up at me.

"You did alot of work this morning and now you're carrying my fatass because stupid ass Gen-"

"Did you just call yourself a 'fatass'?" Levas stopped walking and looked up at me assertively.

"Yeah." I nodded, my chin dug his neck.

"Entis, you're fucking stupid, kid," He began walking with a steady gait, "you're not fat- you're too damn fucking skinny. Actually, I saw you bathing in the lake last time and I saw your ribs, I swear it's like, if I push you your ribcage will probably rip open your lungs."

"You saw me bathe?" I raised my voice in surprise.

"W- well, that wasn't my intentions, Entis but, I just returned from Fort Pasriel, fucking garrison didn't have any water to bathe- I smelled like shit."

"Oh." I said.

My name is Entis Patril Fawzdun, I am a sixteen-year-old imsene-werewolf (that means I can turn into a werewolf AND a Tellurian ) with avian ancestry... but no wings. :( (Bummer.)

I was drafted in the Svaria War by the order of King Cimche's top general, General Tulemon. According to Eurenian Requirement Draft Files, I am- actually here, look at this.

"A sixteen-year old homosexual imsene-werewolf of griffinoid-avian ancestry. He reads, writes and speaks Ellinecy and can serve well to translate Ellin contracts and scrolls in partnership with our to-be-comrade, Haffvit Lon, King of Bador. Entis Fawzdun has began his military training in Klaxnar the Nineteenth of Three-Thousand-Eighty-Four on After Galafac Age. In recent studies, Entis seems to lack the average physical strength as a werewolf on the field, yet outsmarts and overpowers his human form, but should he morph into a Tellurian, Entis proves far intelligent in his academic fields such as Mathematics and Medicine than his werewolf form.

By my order, Starvi Yelaso, it is recommended that Entis be given a bow and quiver with two daggers, for it was proven that his archery skills outmatched all other weaponry training. His agility is steady, accurate and rapid, therefore chain-mail with millimeter-bound armor is sufficient should he be caught in damage. He can serve as a messenger, doctor, miner, servant, or be in the aid of a weaponry specialist.

Do with him as you please, General Tulemon.

• Starvi Yelaso, Chancellor of the Emergency Government for Economic and Endangered Policies of Eurenia

Name of Draftee:

Entis Patril Fawzdun

Age: 16

Ethnicity: Imsene-werewolf, griffinoid/avian ancestry,

Birthplace: Oxtawnuk, Eurenia - 18:99 A.M

Languages: English (primary), Ellinecy (secondary), Swedish (thirdly)

Tellurian ID

Eurenian Resident Number: 319fd8v

Body type: Thin

Eye color: Brown

Hair color: Black

Skin color: Tan

Height: 5"5

Weight: 120 lbs.

Other: Has a scar on his left shoulder, and a chip on his eyebrow right

Zoomorpher ID: Lycanthrope-Unabled Avian bl29-u138

Body type: Average

Eye color: Brown

Fur color: Light Brown

Height: 6"8

Weight: 219 lbs.

Other: His scar on the left shoulder prevents growth of fur, his chip in his right eye also prevents fur growth."

Yep, that's me.

That was my army registration paper. I'm a draftee of a war that endangers my homeland. Eurenia. I don't hate King Cimche, or Starvi Yelaso. I don't hate anybody actually. I'm just a little scared, I don't... wanna die. I'm uneasy with the thought of death.

I remember coming home from a day with my friends and my mother was crying and bawling like a baby with my father. I asked her what was wrong, and she hit me with the news. I'm ordered to serve in the Eurenian army by law until the war with Svaria ends.

I'm an only child, I would understand if I had a son that was ordered to fight. Before the war, we had a draft constitution that stated, "only ages twenty-five and above are valid to enter the army in case of emergency."

No deficiencies, no disabilities, no sorinthrodes, no minotaurs, no homosexuals, no problem.

Yeah, even our country is a bit racist and just a bit homophobic to the other minorities, -.- apparently, sorinthrodes, minotaurs and homosexuals are part of the second-class citizens. Sorinthrodes are like lizard-people, (I had a best friend that was a sorinthrode, but he died of an accident. I don't wanna talk about it :) minotaurs are like ox-people, and homosexuals... well a homosexual is anybody that prefers the same sex as a mate. Anyway, because there were only so many able-bodied fighters around twenty-five and above to fight with the accepted race face, Starvi Yelaso took the Eurenian Congress into court (not as suing) and sought to allow us minors to fight.

The Emergency Draft Constitution of the Kingdom of Eurenia was rewritten about sixteen days after Svaria declared war on Eurenia, now ages fifteen and up are ordered to fight, and for those sixteen days, Starvi argued to lower age requirements, Eurenia's factories sped up weaponry production, and on Epistrefo the Twenty-eighth, Eurenian soldiers came by my house and gave me every single weapon available for training before the Draft Constitution was rewritten and signed, and I was shipped off to Svarian beaches to battle for a city called Namneda three days after the constitution was declared; and I illegally took my training lessons.

Anyway, this city is pretty nice, I felt bad for the way we had to take it, the city had a great amount of guards, but our tactics wiped them out.

They had ballistas mounted on hills and spearmen to retaliate, but we brought catapults and griffins to fight.

That day... I suffered a blunt hit to my left leg, well I was ordered to form into a werewolf at the time to take out a handful of ballistas that were head our way, I was knocked off a small bridge by halberdiers, and it took me nine hours to fully recover. I was often scared of going into another battle, but that was also the day I met Levas. After the blow to my leg, it had compromised my performance in the battlefield as an imsene, so I was commanded to become Tellurian and shoot my arrows. Then my quiver was empty, so I pulled out my daggers and I went melee for about four more hours (I sucked at it :, oh, but then again I did team up with this one fellow and we fought for each other, until he was killed by an arrow. RIP Zi'a Something), and I saw him, Levas was downed by a Svarian sorinthrode, the Svarian had his spearhead's tip crushing Levas' windpipe, Levas' neck was oozing just a bit of blood, and Levas had his powerful hands on the spearhead, trying to push it away.

At first when I saw Levas struggling for his life, I was very confused. Levas had the same toned and muscular body that day as he does now, I was confused on why it took so much effort for him to fight the Svarian off. And then, I saw it. A dart. A poison dart, on Levas' arm, in all good conscious, I had to help Levas, I would have wanted him to help me out as well.

I ran towards the Svarian and pushed him off balance, he dropped his spear next to Levas, and managed to kick a dagger out my hand (and the damn gecko broke my pinkie D;), me and him wrestled for a dagger that could alter one life.

He punched and headbutted and I bit and kicked, then, I managed to stab his chest with the dagger, and he lay there, writhing in pain, the last thing he saw was me.

After that little fight, I crawled to Levas' body and lay on his chest, crying. I was too late. Or so I thought, about a minute crying for him and all other innocent lives who were once kids now men and women, including my youth's sudden epiphany, Levas coughed up some blood.

I picked up my head off his chest and curiously watched him cough blood and gasp for air. Then, I started acting.

I pulled out a small bottle, it was a crimson-scarlet liquid with black smoke-looking strings inside it, Sang de Fleurs pour la Douleur, Flower Blood for the Hurt, a potion my mom delivered to me in a small box with a letter that said how much she missed me and loved me.

Poor old woman went up the Throat of Eurenia to gather up some ferite-stretti dandelions, she went high up the mountains with some of her best friend neighbors who accompanied her in gathering those flowers, in return, my mother promised to make Sang de Fleurs pour la Douleur for their sons and daughters, though their intentions weren't seeking a bottle, they were all just good friends.

She crushed beehive pieces and mixed it with Fafar tree sap- well, I can't tell you how what she made it with, it's a secret recipe.

Anyway, I had Sang de Fleurs pour la Douleur, I opened the cap and dipped a few drops in Levas' mouth and injured neck, that's all that was nessesary for the healing process to really speed up. And for some reason, I combed Levas' fur as I lay next to him until he could speak, and he saw my face.

Two weeks after the raid, our ships left to go pick up more soldiers. We were told to set up camp on the city near the beach, and wait for orders from base in another town at a small island just east. Levas came up to me.

"Hey." He came in the room with a box of his belongings, I ironically was signed to share with him. I asked who was gonna my roommate and they just said 'Levas' I assumed that was his name.

"Oh," It took a second to recognize his face. "hey." I smiled. "Umm," He closed the door. Then he grabbed the nearest chair next to me and took it. "do you remember me?" He smiled. "Yeah, yeah- I do actually." I tried not to say anything stupid. "I'm Levas, Levas Gart." He extended his hand in a warm welcome. I took it.

"Entis... Fawzdun."

"Listen," He got a bit closer to me, I put my foot down after I was done with tying my boot. "I... wanna thank you for saving my life yesterday. Really, Entis, I owe you." Levas made me feel valued, I never felt like this before, so I was extremely nervous. "Oh," I chuckled. "you're welcome." I smiled.

"Look, I am severely in your debt, ask whatever you want of me, and I will accompany you to whatever journeys and troubles you may encounter that I may fight them for you, as my debt is my life for you."

"Are you serious?" I was stunned.

"Yeah."

"Oh, geez, thanks." I smiled, I was touched and very honored to save a life to gain a friend.

Thank God I was there with the right thing to save who would be my best friend.

After that and a couple weeks, I was assigned to take turns guarding Fort Jajaci (pronounced Ya-ya-chee) and resting at my 'house' in Namneda. (I put the ' there because that's basically not my- or ours; me and Levas' house.

It belonged to an old Tellurian woman and four small children. They were going to execute her and them, but I begged them to merely take them as prisoners of war alive. After two of the children were strangled.)

8:55 A.M

"Entis! What the fuck do you think you're doing getting carried by Levas?!" I woke up.

Some fucking rude bitch woke my ass up, I was sleeping! >:o

Oh shit, General Tulemon! <:o

"Umm," I woke up and tried to get off Levas' back, but my leg stung in supreme pain. I don't know what for. "hold up, General." I was still a bit drowsy in poor sleep time and conditions.

"Hold up?" Tulemon marched up to me, I had trouble getting my leg off of Levas' arm, I really don't know why-but it fucking hurts!! "don't tell me to hold up, Fawzdun!"

"OHHH!!" I screamed at the top of my voice. Fucking Tulemon grapped the back of my collar and yanked me off Levas' back. The other soldiers just looked at me crying, literally crying, my leg felt like I pulled a muscle, and it's ripping- I don't know.

This is General Orskar Tulemon, the fucking asshole that deals with the fleet I took part in when we raided Namneda.

He's some Tellurian-Rottweiler. Well, not a Tellurian-Rottweiler, just a bipedal Rottweiler.

A very tall, buff, ugly, mean, strict Rottweiler.

"Why the fuck would you throw him off like that- he w-"

"Shut up, Gart!" General Tulemon got in Levas' face.

This was too much for Levas. As I cried to get up, trying to embarrassedly umbrage my misery and the burning choke in my leg, I saw Levas but his hand on his dagger. General Tulemon looked down at Levas' hand, on his dagger.

"Levas, porfanzi... klein achdof thyrom iportpech i beko styllerov?" I panted in pain and in hopes he wouldn't do anything stupid.

[Levas, please... what are you gonna do with that blade?]

"Des anad psili trefif klein, ind eft min nervo, Entis.."

[This bitch hurt you, and he's getting on my nerves, Entis.]

"What are you saying?" General Tulemon looked at us. "What are you saying?!"

"Geth klein okas?" Levas took his grip off his blade.

[Are you okay?]

"Say." I struggled to get up.

[Yes.]

"Give me a damn good reason on why Levas was carrying you, Fawzdun!" Tulemon got in my exhausted face.

"I chose to carry h-"

"Levas, shut up!" I stood there, hurt, slighty putting less weight on my left leg. And I fell. Weary. Aching. Embarrassed.

"Fucking imsene, I knew I should have drugged you with Landy." Tulemon put his face in mines. "You could've probably been stronger than the pathetic freak you lay now." He chuckled.

"Get up, Entis!!!" Tulemon stomped on my leg. My fucking injured leg! I screamed and jerked my leg, trying to hug it, but fucking Tulemon kept kicking me and shoving me with the metal tip of his boot. Motherfucker.

"AHHH!" I just yelled, my voice cracked in the pain from the blows Tulemon delivered.

"General, what the Hell do you think you're doing?" A voice sprang up to save me. But it was a soldier...

he's gonna get his ass kicked in a second I bet.

"Who the Hell do you th- Cimche!" Tulemon took a knee and his forehead met his kneecap.

Like I said, a soldier's gonna get his ass kicked and Tulemon will bow- wait, Cimche?

I got off my back and lay on my stomach, I raised my head and saw him. Cimche Vaw, king of Eurenia.

But... what's he doing here? He's supposed to be in my home-city, drinking tea with the other rich citizens and his generals. "My king, I apologize that you've recruit this, this... delinquent!" He pointed at me.

I glared at his preposterous finger, then up at Cimche.

The wise king squatted, and lay a hand on my bruised arm.

"Are you alright, young one?"

"N..." I rethought my answer. "Yeah."

"My king, please, leave this to me." Tulemon began.

"General Tulemon, please... mercy on him. Can't you see he's hurt?" Cimche looked Tulemon straight in the eyes.

"Take a break, Tulemon."

"Understood." General Tulemon bowed and left.

"I know you're hurt, young one." Cimche dug a hand under my back, and sat me up, I was on his chest, tired. I shivered a bit as my shoulder felt some very, cold, steel and metallic surface. It was armor. Heavy armor.

But... why was King Cimche wearing armor? Was he kidding he must... must be going to war with us if he was wearing armor. He also had two giant swords strapped on an X on his back. This is a warrior-king who made no deal or contact with Starvi Yelaso when he was debating the Draft Constitution, yet because he was too busy, he promised Eurenian troops he would be fighting alongside us in the war as an apology for "unknowingly letting the young spirit of Eurenia die."

"My king," I said, weary. I looked him in his eyes, he looked at mine with no disgust, no doubt, no anger; a person worthy to lead my homeland I say.

"The Svarians... they-they... at-umm..." I don't know why but... I was getting sleepy. Or hungry.

"Someone get some water, immediately." He faced a group of soldiers that made a semi-circle around us. I heard some Eurenian soldiers rushing up to me and dump water in my mouth.

Oh... shit. The fucking terribly cold, and sweet, delicious taste of water. I swear, with the dry mouth of mine- it was like being up high on a mountain. I cleared my throat.

"Speak child, tell me what I need to know." King Cimche wasn't rushing me, he let me take my time.

"The Svarians... some small fleet came over to Fort Jajaci... and they ambushed us." Cimche and some soldiers but Levas gasped. "We were able to fight them off, but most of our guards are injured, we need a new defense squad, your highness."

"At once." He said. "Anything else, did Bazlaa lead that raid?"

"N-...no, well our entire garrison give no report of his encounter, he could have, but it's not officially proven. Mages were present in that raid, and they had blank scrolls, we assume they were planning on copying one of our Uileqa books."

"But they fled."

"Mhmm."

"Did they get anywhere near the Uileqa Sanctuary?"

"We barely let them touch the doorknob." King Cimche, looked away from my eyes and onto the earth. He thought.

"Then they'll attempt another transcription." I bent my leg, trying to hide something. His eyes were close enough to see it, I hope he didn't see it.

"What's that?" Cimche grabbed my thigh and pulled it forth.

"No." I said with a hidden beg. But, he saw it.

"Your legging armor's black. Burnt with tan outlines- fire." He looked at me with an unwanted realization. I had my eyes closed. I was scared. "They hurt you with flames."

"Mhmm." A tear ran down my face. I'm- I think I'm gonna cry.'

King Cimche wiped it off with a finger.

"Don't cry boy." He said calmly.

"Klein'ro dolorift?" Levas asked me, assertively. Now I was a bit scared.

[You're hurt?]

"Say, kigi kopes dachzira kin mi." I knew this was gonna be hard to deal with Levas, he'd be pissed had I not told him before.

[Yes, but don't be angry with me.]

"Porval, klein nit iv misa, ek on fanch dachthia." Shit, I knew he was gonna be like this. I really hope he doesn't give me any silent treatment, or worse... an attitude.

[Too bad, you never told me, so I am very angered.]

"Both of you speak Ellinecy?" Cimche asked, it was more like a statement to make him look less dumbfounded being that our speech obviously wasn't English.

"Yes." Levas nodded.

"Well, that's terrific." He stood up, I was lifted in his arms. "Someone please take this youth from me, I've things to settle with your generals, here in Namneda." Levas came over and took me. He maddogged me as I was in his arms, my right hand clung on his shoulder and my cheeks on his chest, I tried to avoid his eyes, but nonetheless, I felt stupid.

"Everyone! Listen up!" King Cimche waved his hands to archers on rooftops, halberdiers under trees, servants holding plates with food etcetera. "Your gifts have arrived! They will be brought to you shortly, the captain is having problems opening the major doors to the boats! Your families deliver charms and clothing, jewelry and sweets, and letters of love!"

Oh, look! At least some good news... The old lady probably sent me another bottle of Sang de Fleurs pour la Douleur.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Levas immediately turned to me after a fake smile and wave to neighboring soldiers. I walked up to my room to avoid this conversation. Levas followed with an assertive march, he took off his leather armor, for the steel on top of it was already removed for refinement.

"Like, seriously Entis- what's the big fucking deal when you get hurt and you won't tell me? Huh?"

"I don't wanna talk about it." I said.

"Too fucking bad, I do."

"Well, you're not always gonna get what you want with me, I have feelings too." I twisted the doorknob and pulled, but nothing.

"Get your hand off the door." I demanded Levas, he had his hand and leaned on the door.

"Who, hurt you?" Levas spaced out every word which was filled with anger. "No- see Levas, this is why I don't wanna tell you- because you're gonna end up hunting for the bitch that did it." I confessed with irritation and worry.

He sighed in exhaustion. "Look Entis," His face got in the atmosphere of mine. "I love you, 'kay? And I'm gonna do whatever I can to protect you and keep you alive. I can't live..." He took a fast breath. "live without someone like you. And I don't recommend someone like you, I mean you." He got a bit teary. I had no other thing to do but dig my face into his naked masculine chest and hold my tears.

He hugged my head.

"It was some... Svarians," I placed my chest on his abdomen and locked my fingers behind him. "they were trying to take Fort Jajaci... with archers, swordsmen, catapults, mages... whatevers. We were able to fend them off but Jamsin went to here- to this base, to alert General Tulemon, and me and a couple more soldiers stayed to make sure everything was okay, then those Svarians returned. One of them burned my leg with some fire spell. I stabbed him."

"He's dead?"

"Mhmm." I nodded. Levas rubbed my spine in a congratulated manner.

"I love you." He said.

"Ek amisa klein por, Levas." I chuckled.

"Iden kleina maso gath mi?"

[Will you be there for me?]

"Ind," He pulled me to his body even closer, I looked up to his face, for his forehead touched mine. He smiled. "Ek iden... prodikt klein, Entis." His smile died. "Kin min vidla."

[And... I will... protect you, Entis. With my life.] Mines did too.

3:28 P.M.

"Why'd it take you long to get ready- oops, sorry. Well, like put your gear on, kid?" Jamsin almost struck me cold with a halberd he carried on his shoulder. Instead of sheathing it on his back, he likes to dangle the steel part over his shoulder, like the freakin' reaper. Me and Jamsin were assigned to Jajaci together, so I had on my werewolf accessories. (Because I'm a werewolf right now! >:P)

"It's okay and, well, I had an injury on my leg so, it stang trying to p-"

"Stung." Jamsin interrupted.

"Huh?"

"Stung. The past tense of the word 'sting' is 'stung'."

"Shut the Hell up!" I chuckled as I pushed him.

He chuckled too.

3:40 P.M.

"I swear to God, Entis- as soon as I saw them, I started shooting arrows like I crazy. Although I suck, I managed to hit one of them in his leg. And when he fell, fuck- I dropped this shit on his neck. Boom! Execution style!" He rocked the halberd like the expert he was. Jamsin was yet another buff ti- well he's a werewolf too, but a rein-werewolf, meaning he's always a werewolf, regardless of the moon's shape and position. He's hot. But, he's not homosexual... bummer. :

"You're dumb." I chuckled.

"So, when'd these bastards attack?" Jamsin threw his halberd into the sheath strapped on his back.

"Oh- well I'm gonna say like an hour after you left to report it to base. Then, Levas came- wait you sent Levas? Who sent Levas?" I was disappointedly curious.

"Oh, no- Levas came by himself, man. And I couldn't stop him- first of all, he loves you- well we love you, bro... and second- hey man!" Jamsin stopped.

"Hmm?" I kept my eyes on the beautiful beach, but my body faced him.

"Did you hear what happened in Chinzelkleft, man?"

"No." I turned my face to him. Chinzelkleft, now that's a city with some scary shit. Supposedly ghosts haunt that city. The whole city.

Myth around Svaria goes that the ghosts try to pressure any governor of Chinzelkleft into doing bad things. But I wouldn't know, I've never been to Chinzelkleft.

"We have like a fort there- Wadrish- Wachin, something, and I mean, dude, I guess at the same time your fort was being attacked, it happened."

"What happened?" I squinted my eyes. Honestly, I hate it when people say 'It happened' at the end of their sentence... like I'm already supposed to know.

"I don't- I think... a rock fell outside the city."

"A rock?" I was confused.

"I mean, gah," He put a fist in the air and made it crash into his palm repeatedly. "what's that called- when a rock that comes from the moon... I meant the outer space called?"

"An asteroid."

"That." He snapped a finger at me.

"The citizens said they witnessed an asteroid crashing just outside their walls, near a major road."

"Really?" I was interested.

"Yeah, and we had to send a group to go check it out. I was gonna go, but I had to stay here."

"And that happened today?"

"Yeah."

"Like at four?"

"No, twelve."

"Hmm." I thought.

I always had an interest into what was out there.

Outside this planet.

And a comet crashing here... near Namneda, that makes me want to go check it out. I was actually gonna apply for Dafra-Dataka University to study astrology and stuff. But... unfortunately I have duties here. I might go see it later. I meant the asteroid. "Oh, shit, I'm cold, dude." I crossed my arms over my chest and shivered as wind caught me by surprise. Stupid werewolf fur won't work. Well, then again, me and Jamsin were near a small lake... and he couldn't help but splash some water at me. -.-/^.^ "You think so?"

"Mhmm." The wind kept tickling me.

"Let's go, hurry up- so we can get to your fort." 5:12 P.M.

"You want my blanket?" Jamsin took his fleece out his bag and offered it to me.

"No, thanks." I smiled. I'm glad to have a friend like Jamsin. Jamsin was like Levas, he always looked out for me.

Jamsin is a seventeen (Levas is seventeen too by the way) year old rein-werewolf, he was also recruited by the Draft Constitution. He was the first person I met while in my training. "Did you bring anything?"

"N...no." I was embarrassed, I brought alot of things, but forgot a blanket.

Idiot.

"I'll sleep with you, okay?"

"Oh, really?" I smiled.

Honestly... I... have a crush on... him.

I know!!! He's straight- and I'm such a faggot but, I just can't help it!!! :,( Anyway, knowing I was gonna sleep with him... I felt safe and, like I accomplished something. I don't know. But I sure as Hell could NOT deny this shit!

"Yeah."

"O-...okay." I followed Jamsin, but I turned into a Tellurian so I won't get sick.

8:41 P.M.

So, now, we're supposed to get to sleep.

Don't mind much about what we did.

We didn't do much actually.

Just talked to a couple soldiers and waited for the commander to come back from Chinzelkleft, I'm not gonna lie... but I took a couple of soldiers with me to take a quick bath and drink from that lake we found earlier although we weren't supposed to leave the fort.

Well we didn't abandon it, basically I took some and left and returned and left with a new group. If the commander caught us, we were gonna say that we were barely coming, or we heard something and we went to go check it out.I turned back into an imsene so we could hurry up and my werewolf speed could promise so. (We're bad! ;P)

When the commander he just told us to go collect wood for the fire, and wood to make more arrows for tomorrow. My weak-ass was trying to drag big, fucking logs- well, 'cause I was a Tellurian AFTER the soldiers were done drinking water and bathing and shit when I took the soldiers to the lake- it's actually really fast for me to change, like form. And then I turned back into a werewolf to haul that shit. I'm still in werewolf form by the way.

Sometimes I... turn into a wolf... just because I have a tail!!!! ^.^ I know- don't judge me!! I just- God, I love playing with my tail!!! My tail is so freakin' awesome you guys! Tails are the new nails... nah, just kidding! (7^.^)7 (raising the roof)

But now, now Jamsin was setting up a bed on a small crater in a tree inside the fort, there was a fireplace dancing before us. It looked nice.

"Get in bed." He said as he kneeled. "Wait, as a Tellurian."

"Why?" I chuckled as I kneeled down.

"'Cause..." He looked like he was going to admit something. But I hope that something is something something'll finally be happy about. I mean someone'll be happy about. (Me!)

"I mean... I wanna hug you while I'm sleeping, ya know? 'Cause... you're my little bear." He smirked.

I had to do... what I had to do...

"Okay." I stood up and headed behind a tree.

"Where you going?" Jamsin asked me.

"Oh," I stopped, then pointed at the tree. "behind the tree."

"What for- the fort has bathrooms."

"No. Not that." I chuckled.

"Then what for?"

"I'm-a change."

"Clothes?"

"Ugh... no Jamsin!" I laughed. Not jokingly, nervous. "Form."

"Oh," He gave me a confused look. "w-why won't you do it out here?" I looked into Jamsin's eyes for a bit. I guess he doesn't know.

I'm... a bit insecure about my formation taking place. Like I know how most imsenes just do it on the spot, in front of everyone. But me, honestly, I would prefer to do it privately.

"Just." I said.

"Oh... alright." So I headed behind the tree, and... I just morphed. I had my front paws on the land, and I was cringing as fur slithered back into the hair follicles in my body, it felt like needles full on poking me with rage or like when you get those type of goosebumps that hurt, I cringed as my sharp claws turned from a jaundice color to a light beige tint and into the normal Tellurian nails, that felt like pulling your fingers until they crack, but going the other way around, I cringed as my canine jaws bent and burned and stang- oh, no I mean 'stung', to become that normal Tellurian face, body, gait and shape. Then I walked back to Jamsin, dragging my werewolf armor. I dropped it near the puddle of covers Jamsin had on the floor.

"Umm..." I sat down, I was nervous. I didn't wanna sleep, well- okay, I don't know how to explain it, but... I'm a bit insecure. Just, I mean if I have a crush, most likely I would want him to make a move instead of me, and when he does so... I'll deny it like the dumb-ass I am.

"Okay." I said. Jamsin turned around, he was untying his last boot, then he held the blankets while I (already sitting down) scooted into the blankets, then Jamsin... holy shit... he- Jamsin... took of his shirt... and he flexed his muscles. I was so... stunned. I don't think he did it on purpose. But he's... hot. Sexy motherfucker.

His beef is like the type that, you don't flex-you just move an arm and if you do it looks like you're flexing. Shit... just, damn- I don't know. He's beautiful...

"Wow." I chuckled with a smile.

"You... really work out don't you?" I separated my speech from thought.

"Oh," Jamsin looked at his chest. "yeah." He chuckled.

"Yeah." I smiled. Then my smile died. I'm super insecure right now. I mean- look at Jamsin's sexy ass and then look at mine, dude. I'm fucking fat- shit I should have put a shirt on!!

God- why do I have to be the ugly one in the relationship??

I mean... not the ugly one, just ugly and unattractive in general. I should pull the covers over me right now so Jamsin can't see my fatness. Ni regardo me, berka Eq ed ene tiras! :( [Don't look at me, because I'm a monster.]

I was... surprised and shy... Jamsin- out of nowhere, lay his entire body on me. Like... his torso was- his naked and buff torso was all over my shoulder.

"I love you, baby." He whispered in my ear. "God, I love you." He breathed on me, his lips were brushing against my cheeks and neck. It was my fantasy come true.

Sacrama skitsa! [Holy shit! Jamsin just went for it!!! I should do something too!!!

"Hahahahahaha!! I'm just kidding witcha, babe." He got off me, then pulled the rest of the covers over us.

"Oh." I was shocked. I was devastated. The moment I could have told him about it all. Died. He... he was kidding around. Even if I did confess, he would've still said he was playing around. Shit... pure fucking skista!!

FUCK!!!!! Jamsin just... well- he did something close to sexy. He just pressed his chest on my back and threw a hand over my waist. He hugged me.

I had to hug him back, although I could just throw my left arm on his torso, being that I was laying on my right side.

1:51 A.M

Throughout the night, I'm assuming it was around 2:00 A.M. still in Tellurian form (because we lit Miro branches, those last for like nine hours and we lit it up at like 5:34P.M.) because the fire died, I woke up out of nowhere.

But, then I just went back to sleep. Honestly... I had the urge to do what I wanted with Jamsin, he was dead asleep.

This was my chance.

I should do it.

Now.

I mean ever since I met him he was, kind and protective and funny.

I want him.

I need him.

Holy shit.

I love Jamsin.

I dug my face into Jamsin's chest, I... started to kiss his massive pecs. He was so comfortable, his body heat was illuminating my desperate one. I brushed my lips on his bulging chest, he was so ripped and buff, I started to grope his ballsack.

He just breathed.

I started licking lower, from his nipple to his abs to his... yeah. I was sucking Jamsin's dick.

I felt my head dragging my hair as I was laying, bringing myself closer to his cock. And... holy shit... xO his cock is so massive and warm, hairy and- the head... geez- the head was pointing up, Jamsin was sleeping on his left side, so I just... sucked it on my right side.

Oh, God. I want Jamsin's cock inside of me.

Like, I could just hover my asshole over his dick and drop my body weight and ride that cock like a fucking cowboy.

But for now, sucking it was enough.

6:54 A.M.

"Damn, I must have had a wet dream." Jamsin said. I woke up. :S

Skitska!!! I should have cleaned up his di-well he usually does have wet dreams, that nastiness.

"Hmm?" I pretended like I barely woke up. I was wide awake this whole time for some reason. Thinking, fantasizing about me and Jamsin having sex.

The whole night... I scooted my butt on his dick, so he didn't penetrate me, it's just that his dick was touching my butt.

"Damn, look at that ass..." Jamsin squeezed my butt-cheek and kinda fingered me. I, as a friend, had to slap his hand, but I smiled.

He winked at me. "Seriously, Entis..." He said.

I had this sudden ambush of goosebumps on my skin, I really hope he didn't find out I, groped him.

"Hmm?" I hummed normally.

"Did you... see what happened? I mean I'm really, REALLY sorry if I cumed on you."

"Eww!" I jerked out of bed.

I got away with it!

But it's best if I don't do it next time... :|