It was adamp and slightly mossy on the dungeon walls, the smell of decomposing corpses and rusted cage bars was a revolting scent. But he didn't move from where Fin placed him, his hands and neck were bound by silver and connected to the wall. It kept him still, even though he wasn't going to move anyway.
Fin thought it was absured that this breathtaking man was an Undead. He was certain that he felt a pulse and warmth from him as he stared at the Undead through the rusted bars. His hair was so long and flawless, a rare colour too. Sliver a stunning sliver, he would be lying if he said he wasn't sexaully attracted to this male. But what really got his heart pounding in his ears was the fact that the Undead's eyes weren't the usual red like the Undead he had come across but rather a piercing blue. His body was slim but he was muscular and looked to be built for fighting. He was like an unpicked rose with torns, delicate but sharp.
'So breathtakingly gorgeous', even being a man he couldn't help the images that made themselves present in his mind. Fin's wolf licked his lips in the back of his mind, he too wanted a bit of this rare beauty. Yet before Fin could say anything, the dungeon cage door being slammed open had him realing in his sexual desires.
"Fin!" yelled a voice he was all too well acquainted with. He heard the Alpha's steps resonate off the walls as an echo, he was pissed.
"Alpha" he bowed and bared his neck in respect but the alpha ignored him as he continued towards a scent he'd never smelt before. Fin clicked his tongue in irritation of not even being acknowledged but it was a normal thing not to be seen or heard. Following but keeping a good distance between himself and the large framed Alpha in front, Fin was interested in how the Alpha would react to this Undead.
"Has he spoken" asked the Alpha, his eyes did not blink once as he drank in this Undead's form behind the sliver bars.
"No, he is strangly calm and didn't put up a fight once? Not even when I bound him in silver to the wall." And that was the truth, it seemed like sliver just did not do anything to the mysterious undead. The Alpha's eyes widened just a bit before hate and disgust blinded his judgement.
"Take him to the back room and prepare my usual tools" was his gruff reply as he turned exiting out of the dungeons, leaving Fin to his duties to prepare.
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Around twelve Fin came to take the Undead to the back room, he unlocked the shackles to his neck and hands along with his feet. But the Undead's mind was else where, their Alpha was as the crow had told him at the boarders. Dark, cold yet very handsome, even though he hadn't seen him with the metal mask around his face. Yet his words rang over and over 'Prepare my usual tools' he knew the intent behind it.
'This Alpha was not only a werewolf but a beast if left unchecked, He would cause slaughter for no reason and take pleasure from it.' Thought fin as he strapped down the undead to the sliver table with enlaced sliver belts. He repeated this seven more times from his head to his very ankles, 'it's a shame I won't get a taste of you' Fin regretfully thought to himself as the undead simply ignored the thoughts of this brute wolf in front of him.
The undead simply waited after Fin left, he could still smell the Alpha's interesting smell- 'the smell of Pine wood and watered soil' it was almost too good. A scent like that would have any being that fed of the earth to salivate.
Just as he had been thinking the scent got stronger letting him know the alpha had returned. The undead could hear the blood rush through the man's veins, the heavy breathes he took, the slight cracks that his body would release. 'This man in front of me is obviously well built and had a lot of tension in his muscles' he thought as he kind of wished he could see him. The mask on his face made it hard to see anything regardless of his excellent sense of smell.
"You smell like crap, tell me something. Are you the only one within my territory? Or are their more of you" came a hideous snarl, one that sounded like the man had suffered so much and wanted people to know his pain no matter what. 'An iron fist' the undead subconsciously thought as a horrific pain shot from his hand.
It seemed that the Alpha had started by chopping off his right hand completely.