Thread: Blood Moon Rising: Curse of A New Dawn (Xnarrated & Nightsorceress)

For centuries and centuries as far back as time itself can remember, a descendant from the Northen-most tribe of thr Cursed Blood Wolf Clan, ruled the Ivory Throne of Blood Bone. A rare and mighty, mythical, magical race of Shapeshifting Were Wolves who trace their linage back to the foundation of this world Blood Wolves have lived and ruled the continent of Cannistopolis for over a Millennium! Everything began with Zagalous Cannis I, who founded Jor Cannis, and build the Bone Towers and the Castle Frostbane, he built the Empire one Bloody Brick at a time mercilessly vanquished his foes and marking his territory he would over see many Blood Moon Rituals! The sacred and holy sacrament which takes place every 400 hundred year, when the Heart of HaWeh Blood Goddess, creator of the universe, begins to weaken. The power of the Emperor, and entire Empire, rest in that stone. The waning power of the Stone coincides ominously to the beginning of the Blood Moon, and 4 long months of darkness, when the moon eclipses the Sun, singnaling the start of Mating Season, and the Battle of The Bloodlines! Alphas from far as the eye can see, congregate on the hallowed grounds of Jor Cannis, to mate, and make a claim for the throne! Only a hand full of times in the many Millennial Year History of Cannistopolis has an outsider ever sat on the throne, and History tells that in those times, evil was at an all time high. Emperor Roowly IV became lazy, and fat, and contempt, losing the heart of the people, and betraying the Will of HaWeh. This, he was beated in combat, and the Empire fell. His Virgin bride the Blood Bitch, Empress to be, become a captive to the outsiders and made into a slave. The enemy tortured her, and bred the Empress defiling her, and consequently defining the Headt Stone, and the pure bred lineage of the Cannis-Folk, leading to a dark and terrible time for alll Cannis-folk! As the Law and Prophesy ststed He who mates the Blood Bitch in the Holy Hour is the the Sacrament, effectivly restoring the power of the Heart Stone, through the siring of a son, and rightful heir, will ye have the Right to claim the Throne... His Holiness, Ennikah Anna Ka Cannis II, Lord of Cannistopolis closed the hard leather bound book and locked it back by the clasp, securing the secrets and stories to be told again at another candle-lit bedside reading. Placing the book by the bedside table, Lord Ennikah reared his tireless hands over its surface, tracing along the inscription engraved into wilting weathered cowhide. One might have thought it to be some encyclopedia or some academic text, just by the sheer size of the it! It weight half as much as she, he joked every time Lord Ennikah and his darling Great Great Grand Child begged and pleaded he read her a something form from the History of Cannistopolis I wan to carry it, let me do it she would pout and sulk, wishing to be an adult when she was just a pup, now all grown up my little Empress still loves to have her GranGran tell her bedtime tales! Her room was the kind of place any princess would dream of, filled with any and everything she could desire. Times were tougher than he like to admit, and the Kingdom definitely wasnt what it once was, it term of wealth and means, but it still had many more resources than most! Dim candle lights flicker back and forth, his big hulk in shadow projected onto the Rose Wall! 50ft wide The Rose Wall was embedded with flora and funa from all over the continent, it made her room smell of paradise and springSpring was coming, and winter to a close, and that was the Silver Lining. However, as with all silver linings, they only exist in the darkness of clouds...dark ominous clouds, which forecast of dark days to come no matter how resolutely one might set their sight on even the slimmest sliver of hope, things were only but so bright for Lord Ennikah and the Cannis-folk. He brushed a silky strand of hair from her face, and kissed the sleeping beauty on the forehead. Good night and sleep well, my sweet, sweet Princess.. ..Soon to be Empress. I cant believe it has been 400 years already, my how time flies...Tomorrow your 16th name day, will usher in new area...and along with it, a New Blood Moo! He hadnt hoped that it would have to come down to this, but Lord Ennikah knew what he must do, and Im his own way, he hope, that story to her that story as he had a thousand times before, that deep down she would be able to know... a gentle breeze in the gloomy night air whispered through the window that reminds me, I should close that before I leave... The Emperor stood up, and just looked over her, pulling the sheets up tightly around her neck, making sure she was warm in the night. The Winter has been harsh and not letting up no time soon, the next Four Mouths were going to be HELL! As she layer there his mind began to drift off into the pass, he was an old Wolf whod lived a long time, seen a lot, but never this...But for the sake of the Kingdom It must be done! And deep down he always knew he would. Before departing her, the powerful man would wish her one last good night leaning over he kissed great great grand daughter not on her forehead or cheek, but he planted a kiss on her cute little lips onmouth partly open as she snore gently, he slithered himself into her mouth, maneuvering his tongue like slippery snake slinking through the grass, Lord Ennikah could taste the wet spit of her adolescent breathAs he always had since she were little on the open mouth. But not always with such sensuality.