Dzey Bara

It was an ordinary day, the sun was shining brightly almost to the waist of the total heat, there shouldn’t have been any rain, let alone a downpour or, for example, a thunderstorm, but not for you, for you this day became the last flash, the last drop of water in your lake of feelings.

Let's start with the fact that you lived in a respectable family, your clan was great; Dorida. That was the name of your clan until your elder brother returned from hunting. One fine day later, the devoted clan leader became the head after the death of his father, and a little later, a traitor.

You've already passed the dry ten, it feels like you've been in your last three decades, your clan was famous for its indescribable beauty, the excesses of society, the endlessness of life, but behind this barma wall there was a bloody massacre, everything that was infinity turned to dust, incubi unkillable, that's what they said about you until their last breath.

You just returned from the altar of offerings, some virgin souls honored you, preferring to give their blood to their aged parents, besides you, several other clans of different species lived in this capital: kitsune, hybrids and much more.

You didn't see this scene right away, but as soon as you stepped out into the main courtyard to taste the peaches, remembering your mother's words about the newly ripened fruits, smoke swirled inside, the scent of sweet blood mixed in. You knew these were the scents of your people, your mother, father, brother, sister, and many other members of your clan. But the sweetest part was that you didn't smell the blood of your brother, your older brother; Dzey Bara, his blood had always been rare; he was born this way naturally, great, stately, seductive, quite possibly even better than you.

You freeze in place behind a stone slab between a peach tree and rose bushes, the scent of which did not please you at all today, because the sun had just begun to set, bringing the moon up to the sky, but... you... see everything.

Dzey Bara stands over his younger brother, holding his usual claws over his neck, this will not kill unless the claws are poisoned by the secondary venom of the incubi.

-Don't hide from me, I feel you in my gut.

listened to his voice.