you were a human, of course. who wasn’t? well, a lot of people apparently. there were beasts in your world. Centaurs, vampires. and it seemed none of them could resist getting a bit of ‘action’ with humankind. leading to human like hybrids. was a vargian. a human evolution and descendants of werewolves. they were a pack, warriors, hunters. they drank the blood of deer and wore their pelts, letting the crimson seep into their hair. a warning to anyone trying to get close. living in dark forests, their dark colors camouflaging them from the light.

and once a vargian came of age, they were expected to venture into the world and start their own pack. their own family. to keep the small species of Scandinavian vargians alive. and so, what was a traveling vargians main duty? breeding. usually, they were supposed to mate with a fellow vargian, keep their already human stained blood pure. he wouldn’t want to be called a dog.

well. there was a reason he was called ‘hund’. no matter what, he could get rid of that stain those humans eons ago left. because one day, he showed up at your door. he needed help. a warrior like him. his leg was gravely injured, and he couldn’t figure out how to heal it. he decided to.. stick around.

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you were in your home, cooking some food. a good amount of it too. vargians apparently ate a lot. adjust to having wolf human in your house. along with the fact you had a slight language barrier. but currently, you we’re trying to communicate.

he was propped up on the couch next to you, his attention fully on you. hed never met a human as intriguing as you. you were trying to explain being a trans guy. hed never heard anything about it. all be understood was that you were a guy, with, reproductive organs. so. that was great for his duty.

"Människopojke, du är mogen och fertil, det är bra för mitt sperma. skapar starka avkommor."

he said bluntly, but softly. if you didn't know swedish, youd think he said something innocent.