{"sf1_id":28,"sf2_id":"n92Ry3Q1","title":"Walls Of Stone","author":"Nabeel Mohammed","words":4260,"posted_at":"1970-01-01T00:00:00.000Z","tags":["M/M","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/28-walls-of-stone","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/n92Ry3Q1","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=28\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"","content":"  \nWalls of Stone  \n  \nBy Lord DemonKlaw  \n  \n=============================================================================  \n  \n  \nDrek became aware of the burning in the soles of his feet around  \nleaving the town of Draish. Unfortunately, he had come some hundred and  \nsomething miles since then and by now, the pain was unbearable. Drek, a wolf now  \nin his twenties or so, with grey fur and brown eyes, was not one prone to giving  \nup easily and had borne the pain for so long. His weathered apparell consisted  \nof only a pair of pants and a leather vest and these were in dire need of  \nchanging, torn in many places and musky with his scent. Now he opened the door  \nto the tavern in the town he had come to, uncaring as to where he was or the  \nunsavory stares of the other patrons. He walked to the bar and sat down, placing  \nhis bag near his feet and dropping three copper coins on the hardwood bar, he  \nordered dinner.  \n  \nDrek hunched over the bar and ate the meal in silence, not bothering  \nto ask what it was he was eating or even when it was made. The grey wolf only  \nknew that he was tired. When finished with the meal, the barmaid approached him  \ntentatively to take his bowl and mug.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The vixen reached out to take his mug, her fingers just reaching for  \nit gingerly, as if she were afraid he might bite her. True, he did look quite a  \nsight, and he fancied she might be scared of him, but he ignored her fear as he  \nturned to speak to her.  \n  \n\"What town is this?\"  \n  \nShe looked at Drek bemusedly, all fear gone, and cocked her head to  \none side. Big, lively blue eyes looked at Drek now, not with fear, but with a  \nchildish innocence and puzzlement. \"I have a question for you, sir,\" she said,  \n\"what sort of traveler knows not whence he travels?\"  \n  \nDrek could not help smiling, so he did. The barmaid was a thin,  \nlively vixen with bluish-grey fur. She wore a red dress which simply proclaimed  \nthat she was a girl from the simple country, and proud of it in the way she wore  \nit. Her tail swished behind her actively.  \n  \n\"I know not because I had cared not.\"  \n  \nShe took up his mug and stood silent for a moment, then, looking at  \nthe mug to avoid his gaze, she said \"did you care not because it means nothing  \nto a desperate man?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Nothing so interesting, I fear,\" Drek chuckled.  \n  \nShe smiled at him now, \"you are in Winsmyre, land of Count Melarn.\"  \n  \n\"Is this a good place for one to stay for a rest?\"  \n  \n\"Only if one doesn't mind doing a few chores, and by the looks of  \nyou,\" she said, reaching over to take his bowl from the other side, wrapping her  \nthin arm around his fuzzy mane, \"you have endurance enough.\"  \n  \n\"Vacancy at the inn?\"  \n  \nShe shook her head and frowned, \"nay, the old badger who owns it  \nclaims the merchants have free run of the place at this season.\" Resting a paw  \non his shoulder, she said \"however, my uncle, who owns this tavern, may let you  \nstay for a while.\"  \n  \n\"Only a day or two, a pray of thee,\" Drek answered her.  \n  \n\"Then it shall be so,\" she said, smiling.  \n  \nAs she turned to leave, Drek put a paw on her shoulder. She turned to  \nhim and he placed a gold peice in her paw and closed her fingers over it  \ntightly. When she looked up at him, he offered an explanation, \"that is for  \nbeing in my dreams tonight.\"  \n  \nThe next morning, Drek was outside, pitching hay. He laboured  \nfuriously in the warm sun and his sweat matted his fur. The grassy field exuded  \nthe musky aroma of mist lifted and sun burning down and this added to gusto with  \nwhich he worked. He grunted, stabbing the fork into the hay and he stopped for a  \nsecond, looking up. Two armoured horses were approaching him from a distance.  \nDrek mused that the armour must be unbearable in this weather. The armour was a  \nshiny brown and covered the entire body, save for the face. They carried short  \nlances, knight-lances, Drek guessed.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The horses stopped just in front of Drek, who had, up to now,  \npretended to take no notice of them. Now, he stood up from the hay and greeted  \nthe soldiers with a breathy good morning, gasping for air. The horses nodded  \ngreeting.  \n  \n\"Count Melarn commands your presence,\" said the one on the left.  \n  \nDrek eyed him curiously. When the soldier would say no more, Drek  \nopened his mouth to ask why him, or even, how the count knew he has here, but  \nhis questions were cut short as the soldier put a hand on his shoulder.  \n  \n\"Count Melarn commands your presence,\" he repeated.  \n  \n\"I heard you the first time,\" Drek spat back nastily, shrugging off  \nthe hand. \"Now, why does his lordship request me?\"  \n  \n\"Count Melarn has his reasons,\" the one on the right said. Drek could  \nmore than guess that he had no idea. Drek shifted his gaze from one soldier to  \nthe other, finding them as helpful as two boulders.  \n  \n\"And what if I refuse to come?\"  \n  \nOne of the soldiers hoisted his lance up quickly and the last thing  \nDrek remembered was a sharp thud as the pommel of the lance whistled down upon  \nhis head.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Warmth. A friendly warmth, enveloping and tender, so very fragile.  \nDrek inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the arid scent around him. He opened  \nhis blurred eyes and blinked away the tears. He was in a large bed, soft under  \nhis belly and comforting, with sheets laying above him. He sat up slowly, aware  \nof a dull throbbing sensation at his forehead.  \n  \nPropping himself on his elbows, Drek craned his head around. The room  \nwas stone, like that of a castle, and filled with the flooding low light of  \ndusk. Lavish articles furnished the room, such as a dresser and closet, and the  \nbed was a canopy-type one. Drek had never slept in one, much less seen one, and  \nhe wondered what was the use of placing a canopy on a bed to be used indoors?  \nRich people were so impractical. But then, who was the rich person who owned  \nthis particular bed? He stirred under the sheets and realized that he was nude,  \nand by the smell, freshly bathed. The door creaked open, startling Drek.  \n  \n\"I had wondered when you would awaken.\" Said the tall white wolf  \nleaning the the doorway. He was tall, at least, a little taller than Drek. His  \nmane fell across one of his steel-grey eyes, giving him an air of intruige. And  \nhe was dressed in fine clothing. The type afforded only by the rich of the land.  \nGold trimmed and white frilled crimson jacket and black pants, complimented by a  \nflowing black silk cape. His very scent was that of wealth.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Where am I?\" Drek asked.  \n  \n\"You are in castle Melarn,\" the wolf said, walking into the room,  \n\"and I am your host, the count Vanguar Melarn.\" The white wolf bowed slightly as  \nhe approached Drek's bedside, smirking to himself. He seemed to be about Drek's  \nage, but one so young as a count, Drek wondered to himself?  \n  \n\"Why did...\"  \n  \n\"I apologise for my men's methods in bringing you here, I gave them  \nno such instructions to use force.\" Count Melarn smiled at Drek, and sat down on  \nthe bedside.  \n  \n\"And just why was I asked to come here?\" Drek asked, sitting up.  \n  \n\"I saw you arrive at the village last night, near evening,\" the count  \nsaid, folding his hands in his lap, \"I took an interest in you. I wondered if  \nyou would like to join me for dinner here in my castle tonight?\"  \n  \n\"Do all travelers meet with such, 'hospitality?'\" Drek asked, rubbing  \nhis forehead, the dull ache still present.  \n  \nThe count laughed softly and wrapped one of his arms around the  \nbedpost to steady himself. \"I find you interesting, and would very much like for  \nyou to keep me company this afternoon as I dine.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Drek eyed him closely, narrowing his gaze to betray his suspicion,  \n\"Why?\"  \n  \n\"To put it simply,\" Vanguar said, hesitating, \"I get lonely here in  \nthe castle. The villagers fear me and so I cannot invite any of them to my  \ncastle.\"  \n  \n\"Were you not concerned that I might fear you as well?\"  \n  \n\"You do not know me, how could you fear me?\"  \n  \n\"Exactly, I do not know you.\"  \n  \nThe count's gaze lowered, as if he were ashamed. Then standing, he  \nsaid, \"We shall speak tonight at dinner. I have left clothes for you here.\"  \n  \nDrek looked at where the count had indicated, and saw lavish  \nclothing, of many types for his choosing, draped on a day-bed. Capes and cloaks  \nand other such colourful attire. \"Where are my own clothes?\"  \n  \n\"I had my servants put them in the closet here,\" Vanguar replied. He  \nlooked at Drek curiously, \"of all this rich clothing, you choose your old rags?  \nWhy?\"  \n  \n\"They suit my needs. I need not much.\"  \n  \nThe count looked a little dissatisfied with that answer. Then  \nnodding, he said \"leave us continue at dinner.\" He turned to leave, then,  \nstopped and turned back as he reached the door. \"I forgot to ask you of your  \nname.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"My name is Drek.\"  \n  \n\"Drek...lovely...\" and with that, the count vanished into the  \nhallway, shutting the door behind him.  \n  \nInto the night, Drek and his host sat on the balcony of the castle.  \nWith their sumptous dinner completed, Drek sat at the table, as the count sat on  \nthe balcony railing. His cape and long hair flapped in the night wind. He was a  \nlanguid wolf, Drek thought, and very handsome, it was a wonder he was not  \nmarried.  \n  \n\"Drek,\" asked the count, \"why do you travel?\"  \n  \nDrek stood and walked close to the count, standing behind him on the  \nbalcony. \"I travel to find myself. To learn more about myself and the world I  \nlive in.\"  \n  \nThe count slid back onto the balcony from the railing. \"You are a  \nvery mysterious one, Drek.\"  \n  \n\"And you, my lord?\" Drek asked. \"What of you?\"  \n  \nThe count smiled softly, his gaze locked with Drek's and, something  \nDrek found slightly unsettling. \"I am no mystery, ask and I shall reveal  \nanything you wish!\"  \n  \nDrek smiled and leaned on the balcony, enjoying the night air. \"Why  \ndoes one as young as yourself rule this land?\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vanguar smiled weakly, \"how old do you think I am?\"  \n  \n\"You seem to be about my age. Twenty-odd years, mayhap?\"  \n  \n\"Aye. This coming month I shall celebrate my twenty-first birthday.\"  \n  \n\"And I my twenty-third in coming months.\" Drek inched closer to the  \nwhite wolf. \"And so how did you come to own this land?\"  \n  \nVanguar frowned. He seemed to be struggling with something inside of  \nhim, something deep within. Slowly, he said \"my family, mother, father and  \nsister...they were killed in the great war.\" The count braced himself on the  \nbalcony and closed his eyes, overwhelmed with grief and unable to control it.  \n  \n\"I'm sorry.\" Drek's face softened. This handsome wolf, he thought,  \nwith no-one here for him, to live out his days in solemn misery, with his  \nfamily's death over his head. For an instant, Drek felt pity for the count, a  \nheart-melting pity. Drek placed his paw on the count's shoulder and the count  \nshuddered, reaching back to clasp his paw.  \n  \nThen, the count took Drek's paw and placed it on his cheek, staying  \nit there with both his hands, and he began to sob. Drek moved to the count and  \nembraced him warmly from behind. The count shuddered again, and crossed his arms  \nover Drek's, still sobbing softly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Suddenly, the count turned his head back and licked at Drek's furry  \ncheek swiftly.  \n  \nDrek flung his arms wide and drew back in shock. \"What...what just  \nhappened?\"  \n  \nThe count turned and faced Drek, his eyes brimming with silvery tears  \nwhich left damp marks where they ran down his face on either side of his muzzle.  \nHis expression was one of surprise. \"I'm sorry, I-I...\"  \n  \nThe grey wolf regained his composure and looked at the count.  \nVanguar's mane whipped around his face wildly in the cool air and he remained  \nthere, with his hands crossed on his chest.  \n  \n\"It's okay,\" Drek reasoned, \"you are tired and you were not thinking  \nproperly...\"  \n  \n\"No...\" Vanguar whispered hoarsely, looking down, \"I guess I was  \nnot...\"  \n  \nDrek sighed and said, \"I guess we can continue talking tommorow.\"  \n  \n\"Tommorow, then,\" the count said. Then, he raised his eyes to Drek's  \nand pulled his cape around him. \"Will you go back to the village? You may stay  \nhere if you wish.\"  \n  \n\"The road is dark and probably full of thieves,\" Drek said, \"And the  \nbed you have offered me here is most comfortable...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"It is yours for as long as you like. It was my old one, before I  \ntook to spending my nights in my parents' room after their death. I would very  \nmuch like it if you would stay.\"  \n  \n\"I would be honoured to,\" Drek answered. \" it seems my lord is in  \nneed of a friend.\"  \n  \n\"Yes,\" the count answered, lowering his gaze and whispering under his  \nbreath, \"a friend...\"  \n  \nThey said their goodnights and as Drek turned to retire, Count  \nVanguar resumed his lonely crying on the balcony. But he did not weep for his  \nfamily, with the rose clutched in his paw tightly...  \n  \nThe next day passed quietly. Drek took his time walking around the  \ncastle, familiarizing himself with the pathways and corridors. A pair of the  \nmaids had been particularly attentive to him, and he decided to return the  \nfavour. He walked over to them as they chatted in the hallway, and made his  \nprescence known to them, amidst their giggling at his boldness and  \nattractiveness. A simple greeting and a comment or two on their beauty, his  \nadvances were obviously sexual.  \n  \nQuietly and swiftly, the count drifted down the hallway behind Drek  \nand glanced coldly at the maids, his gaze shattering their girlish demeanour and  \nthey meeped quietly and slid away like dying shadows. Drek was no fool and  \ndecided to seek out the count about this behaivour. Later in the day, he met up  \nwith the count at the end of his exploration of the castle, in the main hall.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"M'Lord Melarn?\"  \n  \nThe count turned his fey features to his guest and smiled. A false  \nsmile, surely, a mask. \"Ah, friend Drek! You had not spoken to me all day, and  \nyour silence bid me to keep my distance.\"  \n  \n\"My silence is of no concern. I speak when it suits me.\" Drek said.  \n  \n\"Oh?\" Vanguar's eyebrow went up slightly. \"And does it suit you now?\"  \n  \n\"Indeed,\" the grey wolf said. The two sauntered to the table and sat  \nacross from one another. Drek leaned back in his seat. \"The two maids I were  \nspeaking to this morning...\"  \n  \n\"Ah yes,\" Vanguar exhaled, hiding his annoyance badly. \"Mailien and  \nKarisa. Fine girls. You fancy them?\"  \n  \n\"Yes,\" Drek said, \"but that is beside the point. Why did you instill  \nsuch fear into them?\"  \n  \n\"I did nothing of the sort.\" Vanguar seemed offended now.  \n  \n\"You passed us by and regarded them with such hatred that I swear  \nthey shivered to themselves.\" Drek sat up. \"You seemed to want to keep them away  \nfrom me.\"  \n  \nVanguar's face melded into a sudden storm of anger and frustration.  \nHe stood from his seat violently and slammed his fists down upon the table.  \nThen, shaken, he placed one hand over his face and he shook with emotion. Drek  \nstirred from his seat in concern. The count did not look at him, but spoke to  \nhim, \"please, friend Drek, retire to your chambers now.\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Lord Melarn...\"  \n  \n\"Please, Drek. I beseech you.\" Vanguar still stood there, the tears  \nonce more staining his cheeks. \"Go to your chambers. Expect me upon duskfall.\"  \n  \n\"Aye my lord.\" With that, he departed.  \n  \nDrek waited countless minutes and some hours by himself in the  \nbedroom. As the last ribbons of dying sunlight died their orange death, his door  \ncreaked open. From his window, with his head turned to the door, he saw Count  \nVanguar Melarn, sad, with his silky cape drawn around him.  \n  \nBefore Drek could say a word of comfort or greeting, Vanguar stepped  \ninto the room and sat on the bed. He avoided Drek's gaze and sighed once to  \nhimself.  \n  \n\"What troubles you, my lord?\" Drek asked.  \n  \n\"Desire, Drek. Desire.\" This was all the answer the count would allow  \nhim.  \n  \nDrek thought for a moment. The answer seemed simple enough. \"The  \ngirls? Your maids? You desire one of their hearts?\"  \n  \n\"Nay.\" The count whispered.  \n  \nDrek sat on the bed next to the count slowly. \"Then what is it you  \ndesire, my lord? You may tell me. I shall tell no one.\"  \n  \n\"Do you promise this?\" Vanguar looked at him, his big grey eyes  \nshining, but still, no joy in them yet.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; \"Aye. I promise. No one shall know save myself and the walls.\" Drek  \nplaced a paw on the count's shoulder.  \n  \nVanguar hesitated a moment, but this time, only a moment. He inched  \ncloser to the grey wolf and slid an arm around his waist, then embraced him  \ntightly and buried his muzzle into Drek's warm, furry chest. Choked, his voice  \nseeped out of him in thin threads \"I desire you...\"  \n  \n\"My lord...\" a thousand conflicting ideas ran though Drek. What could  \nhe mean? How did he mean it? Why him? Vanguar slipped away from him presently  \nand leaned back onto the bedpost.  \n  \n\"I trust now you understand the root of my hospitality?\"  \n  \n\"Frankly, your lordship, I do not. I am more confused than ever.\"  \n  \n\"Drek...wonderfully masculine you are...and for this, for a while, I  \nfound it hard to bring my feelings for you out.\" Vanguar tossed his cape over  \nhis shoulder.  \n  \n\"What are you saying, my lord?\"  \n  \nVanguar took a long look at Drek, his eyes fierce and determined.\"I  \nlove you, Drek. From the time I saw you, you were everything I wanted in a  \nlover. I cared not that you were a male, it aroused me more! I love you Drek! I  \ncannot deny it! I kept Mailien and Karisa away from you so that I would have you  \nto myself! I could not stand how you advanced on them so, and ignored my own  \nfeelings for you! However, if you feel uncomforable with my emotions for you,  \nDrek...well then, please...leave now and say nothing...\"  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; The blockage was cast aside and all his hidden emotion finally flowed  \nout of him in one gasp. Now all he had to do was wait for a reaction, so he  \nclosed his eyes and waited.  \n  \nThen he felt Drek's paw on his neck.  \n  \nDrek drew him closer and their breath mixed torridly in an instant of  \nblind anticipation and haste, then, all of it dissapeared as their lips pressed  \nto each other's. Vanguar's meeps and squeaks of joy were muffled in Drek's mouth  \nand he resigned himself to caressing the grey fur exposed underneath Drek's vest  \nwith his leather gloved paws. Pulling apart, they looked into each other's eyes.  \nWords could not help them now. They were beyond that.  \n  \nDrek's paw, resting on the count's thigh, was all he needed to know  \nthat the wolf's inhibitions were gone and he had no reservations about it. He  \nopened his mouth to say something, but Vanguar's finger bridged his lips and  \nshushed him. He slumped against Drek's chest and smiled.  \n  \nDrek looked at him. His soft, warm smile as he lay there upon his  \nchest, heaving with love. There was no wrong in it. Vanguar needed someone to  \nlove, and Drek had found him irrisitably compelling from their first meeting,  \nthere could be no more talk, no more hiding, this was real. This was love. This  \nwas a far greater love than either of them had ever known.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Vanguar stood slowly and let his cape fall to the floor. He began to  \nundress slowly, removing each article of his clothing with the grace of a  \ndancer. When he was reduced to only his trousers, he asked Drek, breaking their  \ngaze and turning about, \"Drek, are you attracted to me?\"  \n  \nDrek rose from the bed and snaked his arms about the count, hugging  \nhim gently from behind. He rested his head on the count's shoulder and into his  \near, whispered, \"you possess the most lovely form I have ever gazed upon, my  \nlord...\"  \n  \n\"Please,\" Vanguar said, smiling with his eyes made small, making him  \nten times cuter to Drek, \"do not call me your lord.\"  \n  \n\"Aye,\" Drek replied, his hands masterfully caressing the furry chest,  \n\"my lover...\"  \n  \n\"My lover,\" Vanguar echoed. Drek removed the count's trousers and  \nturned him so that they faced one another. Vanguar stood, smiling more truly  \nthan Drek had ever seen him, gloriously naked, all the fine muscular lines  \nvisible through his snow-white fur. His body was as if it were sculpted from  \nfine porcalin, and he was thin of limb, but lean and defined elsewhere, and his  \nface, as if painted by a master artist to embody the beauty of a winter morning.  \nDrek approached him and they embraced once more, nuzzling each other warmly.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; By this time, Drek's crotch felt as if it were a heavy load, though  \nhe was somewhat amazed he could be so aroused by a male. With the help of  \nVanguar's feathery-soft paws, his vest and pants were easily removed, and his  \nthrobbing wolfhood stood poignantly erect to both of them. Vanguar delighted in  \nthis and moved to caress it with a paw, arousing himself in the process. Soon,  \nhis own cock was unsheathed and it's slick pink length glistened in the room's  \ncandlelight.  \n  \nHe placed both paws on Drek's chest and began to slowly writhe his  \nhips foward, pressing both their malenesses together heatedly. They murmured at  \nthe exquisite touch and held each other by the hips, exciting one another, their  \ncocks rubbing along each other's length. Drek pushed slowly against Vanguar,  \nfeeling his hot tool against his own was an explosively bewildering experiance,  \nmaking him quiver uncontrollably.  \n  \nGently now, Vanguar pushed him back until his knees buckled on the  \nedge of the bed, and Drek found himself laying under the count, the white wolf's  \nknee on his hip. Vanguar crouched and lay soft, licking kisses on Drek's muzzle  \nas his paw slipped around on the grey wolf's tremendous dick. After a few  \nstrokes, the two were laying side by side, touching and petting one another all  \nover.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Within a few moments, the count slid up from his place and kneeled  \nnear Drek's midsection. He peered at the long, red member with his head cocked  \nto one side for a while, then plunged his muzzle down onto it. He grinned and  \ngave the dick a generous tounge-bathing, mrring gently and tickling the glans  \nwith his tounge. Drek's eyes popped open wide and his head snapped back. He  \npoured out a long, low howl, pushing his hips up against Vanguar's smiling  \nmouth.  \n  \nVanguar giggled. Strange, thought Drek, but furiously sexy! Vanguar  \nslid his mouth off Drek's stiff penis, saliva now making it slick and dripping  \nwith moisture. Vanguar smiled up at Drek, who looked back at him, confused.  \n  \nAs Vanguar began to straddle Drek, Drek began to understand a little.  \nThe next thing he felt was Vanguar's buttocks clenching his wet cock. Vanguar  \nclosed his eyes and bucked his hips, trying to position himself right. Slowly,  \nthe red erection slid into his tight, virgin anus. It passed the constricting  \nring with a little difficulty, and Vanguar grunted and whined at the cockhead  \nwedged past his asshole. With a final squeal of happiness, the frustration on  \nthe count's face melted into a wide grin, with his tounge lolling out.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp; Drek's hard shaft was squished in tightly into Vanguar's ass, and he  \nwas oohing, ahhing and groaning as the slender white wolf rode his thick cock.  \nThis was the single most erotic moment of Drek's life, as in an hour or so, in  \nall the warmth their bodies made together, the feel of Vanguar's dick tickling  \nagainst his belly and his prick deep in the count's ass, he came violently. His  \nthrobbing penis shot a thick wad of semen into his partner's asshole, and  \nhowling with joy, Vanguar sprayed an aromatic stream of jizz onto Drek's belly.  \nHe collapsed suddenly and Drek wrapped his big arms around him and held him  \nclose, his knotted cock sunk in his lover and a softening dick pressed against  \nhis wet tummy. Vanguar gasped for a few moments, then, looked up with total love  \nto his partner, and licked his muzzle. They fell asleep soon after.  \n  \nThree days later, what Vanguar had been dreading, came to pass. Drek  \nleft, stealing away in the night, quietly and swiftly, as if he had never been  \nthere at all. But Vanguar remembered, he remembered that he had loved someone.  \nHe remembered that Drek had to find himself. He remembered the whispering \"I  \nshall return for you\" that had whistled past his lover's lips at night, the  \nsilent promise. Vanguar remembered the walls of stone which held their  \npassionate secret, and he remembered that there would come a time when they  \nwould be together again.  \n=============================================================================  \n, 1998 Nabeel Mohammed \\\u003c\\\u003e   \n  \n\n"}