Wolf Blade_Chains of the Vampire by Marco Frazetta

Author:Marco Frazetta [Frazetta, Marco]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Tempest Books
Published: 2019-01-31T22:00:00+00:00

16

Our chambers were small but ornate. Everything had been carved from the very stone of the island and was inlaid with a mosaic pattern. I sat to eat with Vixerai, as apparently it was the way among harpies to eat on seated on a slightly raised cushion of a sort that was made of thick leaves curled into a spongy wreath. It nearly resembled a nest, and this made sense since it was the custom of harpies after all. A harpy servant brought us a meal, served upon bowls that seemed like coconut husks. The food was cooked mushroom and moss soup. My human side recoiled at the thought of eating it, and my beast side nearly wretched, but both were pleasantly surprised once I actually ate it. “This is not all that different than steak with asparagus,” I remarked as I wolfed down a third, a fourth, and then a fifth portion, frightening the poor servant harpy with how much I could eat. Vixerai hardly touched her food. “Being here among your people weighs on you, doesn’t it?”

She looked up from circling her wooden utensil in her food. “It’s just that I want to be a part of them once again, but I don’t know if that’ll ever be. They see me and they think I’m different. And perhaps I am. Perhaps they are right that Sombrala really did change me. All those years living on the White Tear under her rule.”

“I am different from other men too. Other men, as you might have heard, do not turn into wolf men.”

“I suspected they didn’t.”

“So those who know this about me, or who actually see me in my Fenrir form, see me as different as well. But perhaps I have it much better. I can always change back into a normal man and be among them once more.” I gulped down a goblet of wine—even here there was wine, and I would wager that in any world, whether a heaven or a hellscape it would still be true. I stared at Vixerai, at her small nose and her lips touched by a hint of iridescent violet. “Come here,” I said and felt a subtle smile on my face. She looked at me in confusion for a moment. “Come,” I waved.

With a single brush of her wings she floated up above the table. With another gentle brush she guided herself back down next to me. I ran my hand through her hair, then traced the contours of her horns. They were segmented, like those of a ram, but smoother, their texture slightly reflective, almost as if they had been oiled. “If your brother and the rest cannot see how valiant and wise you are, then they are not worthy of your valor or your wisdom.”

“And you?” She slid her arms around my neck. “What are you worthy to receive from me?”

“Apparently, I am only worthy to be a feast for you.” My chest shook as I chuckled at my own jape.

“Oh, yes.

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