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<p> The night was saturated with stars and a low-hung moon, the luminescence akin to winter sunlight as it washed the world in silver glow. Such a beautiful and bright night was rare, something to be tasted and savored, and Levent took full advantage of it. He settled on his back in the dark cold grass, his arms tucked behind his head, his blizzard blue eyes surveying the star-stained sky as he picked out all the unfamiliar constellations of the land. There was no doubt in his mind about coming here anymore, despite the need to sever his times with home. Immortality could be achieved here; he could feel the power of this land sliding over his skin and making him shudder. He had never felt so close to the god in Europe, other than the raving days in the dank room where the stranger fed him drugs.<p>
Such thoughts might have made him uncomfortable and restless, but he closed his eyes for a moment’s eternity and let his mind settle. He had nothing to fear: no retaliation and no judgment and no guilt. He was free in a way he never thought he’d be.<p>
And for once, the wolf did not have the cat at his side. It was not for any serious reason, no quarrel or disaster, but by mutual and silent choice. Wilson had padded out into the starlight from a grove of trees, and sat beside him—and opened his mouth several times as if to speak, his eyes aglow. In the end, the tom had swallowed whatever words he might have spoken and slunk back to the trees again, perhaps to hunt. The man might have feared for him and insisted he stay close by, or chased after him—but he was at peace right now. His friend could take care of himself.<p>
Levent exhaled, his breath a silver mist under the March moon.
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<p>​Dhiate's eyes flicked open again. He couldn't sleep. Not after what his mistress had made him do that morning. He shuddered at the memory. He wished he could vow to never touch another woman, but alas, he knew it would not be so. Amy would make him do whatever profited her the most, no matter how <I>he</I> felt. <p> Dhiate pushed himself up on his elbows. It was a useless fight. He wouldn't sleep for a while yet. As Dhiate rose to his knees, he looked at the wagon beside him almost guiltily. His fellow slave, Raoth, slept soundly on the other side of the wagon. Amy <I>had</I> said he was free to roam so long as he kept the wagon in sight. Before he could talk himself into staying, Dhiate stood up silently and wandered off into the night. <p> Dhiate simply walked around aimlessly, occasionally looking back to make sure the wagon could be seen. He looked almost ethereal at night. His pristine white fur gleamed in the silver light, and it grew slightly dark at his jaws and throat. The right half of his face vanished in the night as his normally dark brown hair tuned pitch. His black clothing and dark back made it appear as if he were simply half a face, a pair of slender pale arms encased in dark rings, a narrow waist that just barely flared out into a beautiful set of hips, and two dainty feet. The banged jingled slightly as he crossed his arms over his waist, simply staring at the beautiful starlit sky. <p> Dhiate stopped his wandering in favor of enjoying the soft breeze that toyed with his hair. Unbeknownst to him, only a few yards away lay a male in the grass. Dhiate's scent wafted towards the male and he closed his silver blue eyes. A sweet smile tugged at the corner of his lips. How beautiful was the night. </p></div>

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<p> Levent closed his eyes once more, taking heed of his other senses. His dark ears twitched in a mess of hair tamed only by his cloth headband, and he drank in the scents of the forest’s edge. An earthy smell had begun to rise from the woodlands, the aroma of flower buds waiting to push their way into sunlight. So too did the briny reek of the ocean taint the early spring wind, but for once the male failed to shudder at the scent. Weeks exploring this new land had tamed his phobia of the water—so long as it remained at a distance. He doubted he’d be so calm if he could see its silver-edged, thrashing waves now.<p>
Another smell reached him, and his eyes came open. He pushed himself up slightly, propped on his elbows, as he sniffed and sought out the new smell. It was that of a canine, but it was blurred with other familiar odors—such as that of the alluring <i><alt title="she-devil">dişi şeytan</alt>.</i> A frown tugged downward at his lips, but the traces of Amy were only faded, not present. She was not out walking that night, but whoever was knew her—intimately, if the other weak but again scents were anything to go by.<p>
Rubbing his face, the brown wolf rolled and stood, brushing the dirt off his torn-off pants and the stained, once-white button-up shirt he wore. His claws lingered on the fabric, dancing up to the shoulder that bore the blonde woman’s mark. Curiosity won out over peace as he abandoned the cool grass to investigate.<p>
A moon-silhouetted form appeared then, the dark edges glowing white, wind teasing long strands of silken hair. Dilated pupils wandered over the distant figure, and when the merchant padded nearer, he smiled.<p>
<b>“<alt title="And what beautiful angel appears on this moonlit night?">Ve ne güzel bir melek bu mehtaplı gece görünür?</alt>”</b> Levent said in the darkness, coming ever nearer. The words that danced from his silver tongue were cliché by any standards, as were the raw and naïve emotions warming his skin, but the moon had always brought out the worst in the Turkish man.

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<p>​The wind felt magnificent in his silky fur. The now familiar scent of the sea swirling in his nostrils. What did the sea look like? Amy hadn't taken him to see it, but he hoped to eventually. His long, dark braid lifted up and waved in the breeze. The black silk of his pants billowing, the slender outlines of his legs occasionally revealing themselves. Dhiate could almost forget his worries. Almost. <p> Moonlit fur shone silver in the sweet night, rippling like the unseen sea. His figure seemed to waver, falter, shimmer in the ethereal night. While Dhiate was pretty, slender, sweet in the sun, he was beautiful, radiant, graceful in the night. His golden bangles appeared a dark amber that clinked together in the wind. How wonderful it was. Dhiate couldn't help but sway slightly to the Earth's rhythms. <p> This peaceful harmony was shattered at the sound of his voice. Dhiate's arms uncrossed and shot out as he whipped 'round to see the owner of this foreign voice. His blue eyes glowed steel, reflected the moonlight as they grew wider. The sudden change in direction drug his hair out of his face revealing both halves. His right eye was marred by two scars that marked him as Amy's slave. <p> Dhiate glanced over the male before him. He was quite handsome. Dhiate's posture relaxed slightly. What was he saying? Dhiate didn't understand his words, so he brought one hand to his ear and pointed, then to the male, and then he shrugged. Hopefully the point would be understood.

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<p> Levent was a very hungry man. He hungered for power and immortality and blood and a host of dark and deadly things. Most would scoff at such a claim, seeing the flamboyant and simpering foreigner accompanied by a pet cat—which is what he wanted them to see. Sometimes that was all he wanted to see too, when he looked at his reflection. Very few scars adorned his flesh and soul, but to deny those scars would be to deny too much.<p>
He was dangerous, and he was drunk on moonlight.<p>
The <i><alt title="angel">melek</alt></i> whirled around at the sound of his poetic words, and the merchant held his arms out to his sides to show he had no weapons—no weapons other than his fangs and claws and wickedness. His content smile flickered into a mundane grin when the other gestured to his ear to show that he did not understand. Of course, Lev did not expect most to understand the foreign words that came from his mouth—sometimes in streams, sometimes like rocks dropped into a pond. That was part of the very reason he spoke his mother tongue most of the time, to cement his status as an exotic stranger.<p>
<b> “Forgive me,”</b> smiled Levent, <b>“I forget myself sometimes.” </b>He stepped closer until he was separated by the beauty by only a matter of feet, and at this point he was near enough to smell and see a difference in what was there and what his mind had expected. He had expected a gorgeous woman, one whose breasts were as shapely as those dark-clothed hips, but instead he was facing a male who was cursed or blessed to look feminine.<p>
He almost frowned, and then he remembered he liked both sexes equally and how long it had been since he’d had a man, and so he grinned like a human child opening presents.<p>
<b>“What’s your name? I’m Levent.”</b>

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<p> ​Dhiate's steely blue eyes watched the stranger drop his hands to show he was unarmed, not a threat. Dhiate tilted his delicate head slightly, eyes narrowing just a little. What was this foreigner doing? His smiles were rapidly changing and Dhiate took a hesitant step back. <p> The wind blew wildly again. Dhiate's dark hair danced behind him, pants clung to him, exposing his dainty frame even more. The slender male set his weight on his right leg, jutting his hip out slightly. The breeze blew the salty sea air to mingle with his own scent, and with this foreigner's. <p> Dhiate bit his lip shyly, those words dancing in his ears. He loved that voice, so beautiful. It made Dhiate ashamed of his own hoarse one. He looked up at the handsome male through dark lashes that could rival the night sky. <p> Quickly, Dhiate turned his head up to look at the starlit sky. So beautiful. His throat flashed pale in the moonlight. With a sigh, he turned back to the stranger. Levent. The name suited him. <b>"Dhiate"</b>
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<p> Levent had never seen an angel before. Perhaps they were all afraid of him as this one seemed to be, shifting back, uncertain, too pure for his dirty hands to touch. Perhaps that was why he would walk through <alt title="hell">cehennem</alt> to achieve everlasting life through deals with devils such as the woman whose scent tainted the beauty’s silvery-white pelt. He could speak to demons, could go behind the god’s back to spin their power into his, but the thought of angels had never crossed his mind.<p>
He eased his wild smile, halting his advance and simply letting the pair of them look at each other. The slender creature in front of him shimmered in the moonlight as if he were sculpted from it, the glow lovingly darkening shadows and highlighting curves that made him only more gorgeous. Only his voice ruined the illusion of perspective, coming out rough, but the Turkish man only nodded.<p>
<b>“Dhiate,”</b> Levent echoed, tasting the name for a brief moment before cocking his head at him. He allowed the illusion that the moon had beamed on them to fade slightly by speaking more casually, friendly, although still he could do only so much to cover his growing hunger. He stretched his arms up over his head, tail flicking behind him, and asked an innocent question: <b>“Too lovely a night to waste sleeping, or could you not sleep?”</b> One did not have to be a sinner to fall prey to nightmares.


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