The Crown of Humatora

Dark Nephilim, Named Riftan (Part 2)

“Wolf, you’re crazy.”

“That’s the first thing that you said?”

“Of course. What do you expect? That a golden young werewolf that wants me as her mate? will elate me”

I laugh so hard at his flabbergasted face, so hilarious to look at. “I was actually trying to be a jester here, you fool, you don’t have to be my mate. Oh hell, you should look at your face.”

His face, even though there’s a tear in his wing, he manages to make a very expressive combination of shock and frustration at the same time.

“Wolf, what is your game here?”

“There’s no game here, I just want to mess around with you.” I wink at him, a bit naughtily than I have intended to, but oh well, who cares.

He looks at me with his sultry face, I can’t decipher what he’s thinking right now.

“Enough then, just get to the point, we don’t have much time before dark, either you want to escape from this forest, or stay here, it’s up to you.”

“Fine, Oh hell, lighten up a bit, for a dark feather you surely don’t have that friendly and approachable feeling.”

“Not every Dark Nephilim are like that, and did I just tell you to get to the point?”

He glares at me, obviously not In the mood for playing or joking anymore, and here I am thinking that he’s so sweet and considerate before.

“Ugh… alright, well, you just need to drink my blood, that’s it.”

“What?! No, I will not do that kind of, ugh… I beg you pardon, I mean I refuse to drink some elven blood.”

“Or just a Were clan blood in general, seriously, you don’t have to act all high and mighty all the time, I want to do this not because out of pity, I want it to help you, and… Well, you could say to repay you.” He still glaring at me, not believing in any words that I was just saying at him. “Ugh… Fine, I lied, I want it to help you so I could go out from this d*mn forest as soon as possible! Happy?”

He does the most unpredictable thing that I could ever imagine, he smiles, the most sincere smile that I have ever witnessed, Ugh, hell, he is beautiful.

“Finally, you’re telling the truth, okay, I will let you help me, but on one condition.”

“Ugh, fine, what is your condition.”

“You have to help me investigate this forest.”

“Oh, hell no!”

“Then, you will be stuck here, with me, until my wings got better.” His beautiful smile is now crooked, his appearance changing, a wicked smile blooms from his face, ugh… d*mn you Dark Nephilim Clan and your beautiful appearance!

“Ugh, fine! I’ll help you!”

He pats my shoulder and laughs, I let go of his grip, he played me, did he already intend to do this? I better keep my eyes on this dark wing, he doesn’t look like what I’ve originally thought about, a shady elven for sure.

“So, how are you going to give me your blood? Should we make some kind of bowl or cup?”

“I am not a bullmilker!” a bullmilker is the farm animal in the Humatora Kingdom, we kept it for their milk and meat.

“Okay, okay wolf, you don’t have to be so mad about it, I’m just asking here.”

“It’s Sabine! Please remember my name properly! You have to drink my blood straight from my veins, that’s the only way.”

He gave out a long sigh, and stare at my face. “I figure as much, Now, shall we, then?”

“Well, we shall.”

I make a slight cut in my wrist and, and hand it to Riftan, he sees it like he wants to vomit in any minute, ugh… seriously this dark wing, way too dramatic nuance in their life.

“Oh come on, just drink it, will you!”

He looks at me with a doubtful look. “You sure this is going to work, right?”

“Yes, yes, just get on with it already.”

He takes my hand and put it closer into his face, he begins to lick my excess blood, but his eyes… his eyes fix into mine like he wants me to witness him all the way, and I sure make myself witness all of the things that happen, his tongue embellished every sense on my arms, the back of my hair is tingling and my lower private area becoming ticklish, this kind of sensation never happened to me, what is this?

He begins to suck my blood, it should be a normal thing to do, I do it all the time, but this time it is my blood, and the one that drinks it is a very beautiful dark wing, I have to admit it, he is all short of what I want in my man, A lean body, but with toned abs, a silky long hair, and the face, he is the one that you can describe as beautiful, yes I mentioned it every time, but d*mn he is beautiful.

The sound that he makes when he’s drinking my blood, his cold stare but oh so intoxicating eyes, after for like an eternity he then wakes me up from my dream.

“Wolf, what are you doing?”

Ugh… what in hell? My face is now so close to him, like every ounce of my body really wants to just go ahead and kiss his face all over, what is happening to me?

I push him away, as fast as I could, he chuckles a bit, while I can feel my face get hot and bother.

“How… How is it?”

He spread his elegant dark wing, which now completely heals, I can see his hand caressing his feathers, I really want to replace the feathers, ugh… what is happening to me??

“Amazing, these happen by just a blood of a werewolf hybrid.” He looks at me with amazement throughout his face. “Thank you, Wolf, now let’s go, remember not to transform yourself.”

“Woah, hold on! We can’t just go away, just like that? There’s a three-headed basilisk below us, not to mention those pesky minotaurs and I don’t even know what other creatures lurking around this forest.”

“Well, it’s plenty, I can assure you.”

“Why are you even smiling?! Do you have a suicidal tendency or something?!”

Riftan chuckles once more, this time he just grabs my right hand, and together we take the steps, descent back into the forest. He doesn’t even bother to ask me first! What a j*rk!

“Ugh, Riftan~ at least ask for my permission~”

“Oh, my apologies, wolf~ I thought you want to get out of this forest as soon as possible~” His face is a mix of gullible and embarrassment, I genuinely think he just forgets to ask me, I think.

“We already here~ let’s just get to the point, searching for this d*mn thing that we don’t even know what it is~”

“Of course, thank you, wolf~”

I mumbling my name, now I’m convinced that he just doesn’t want to say my name properly, is he teasing me? We walk slower this time and don’t want to wake up the Pixiekeep, the annoying small creatures.

“Riftan~ You do know the location of these secret items, right?~”

“I know it, yes~ Maybe~”

I grab his arm and then glare at him. “Are you being a jester right now?~”

“No, I am not~ just relaxed, I have a pretty incline idea the location of the item is~”

“Which is?~”

“Just follow me, okay?~”

Ugh, I’ve had it with this dark wing! I am not just some she-wolf who will wag her tails and follow him around like a love-sick pup! Even though he’s so beautiful~ Oh wow, stop this thought immediately Sabine!

“Wolf? Are you okay?~”

I just spaced out in front of him, Ugh the worst!

“No, I am not okay, you can’t order me around like I am some kind of servant or an elven from a lower rank?!~”

“Oh, my apologies, wolf~”

“Would you stop please calling me by my name? It’s Sabine~ How hard it is, seriously.” I am pouting in front of Riftan now, I’ll admit it’s not very ladylike, but, what he is doing to me right now, is something that I hate to have, which is feelings.

He just smiles at me and told me to continue moving forward, this time with a more careful approach, because Riftan guide me into the minotaurs den! What in the hell!

“Look, wolf, we need to be very careful now~ no more talking, once we reach one of the sleeping mino’s, okay?~”

Riftan then crouched carefully into one of the minotaurs. He doesn’t even let me answer him, ugh… this entitled dark wing, really gets into my nerves now.

I still follow him from behind, I don’t want him to think that I will not be keeping my promises, because I will.

We crouch carefully and now reach into one of the gigantic minotaurs, the creature is so enormous, even his toes are as big as my head, terrifying indeed. I can hear the sound of their snoring like a thundercloud into my ears, it’s so loud, just like their appearance, a bull-like head but a body of an elven, not just a meek or frail elven body, but the bulky one, like my brothers and all of the warriors on the camp.

Almost got trip by one of the vines, Riftan helps me, and cover my mouth to muffle my scream, I nodded at him, he carefully releases his hand, and we got back on track.

After a while, our stealthy mission became harder by unwanted obstacles, a thorny vine, a sleeping pixiekeep besides one of the freaking minotaurs' heads! I dreaded the day that I have to face that creature, fate really has a big jest sometimes.

Suddenly, a firm grip landed on my Bosom, It is Riftan, both of us are in shock with the replacement of his hand. I want it so bad to land my hand on his cheek, or even kick him in his private area, how dare he.

He mouthed he apologize, with a blushing face, for now, I just have to accept it, but I’ll surely make him pay after we are finally out from this cursed forest.

Riftan gave me a signal, he finally saw it, the mysterious item, that making this forest under a bad influence. I peek at his shoulder, and what I saw will surely baffle me for a while, the thing is not entirely a thing, it is something else, something sinister.