This BEAUTIFUL artwork was done by the great  NatalieDeCorsair!

And wow...this is GORGEOUS! I mean, me staring into my Master  TheSiggy's eyes, the moonlight.

I will have to think of something to say about this, since it gives me so many ideas, will come back to that.

Original here: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20758244/

And  TheSiggy wrote a story!

A single job. Go and slay the suspected vampire located at the old homestead just outside of the towns limits. "A simple job, right?" Harry, the rather slender, blond-haired 'yote thought to himself as he gathered his essentials for his task at hand. Looking over his supplies once more, he grabbed his stake and hammer, stowing them away in his rather unassuming attire. He closed his case, and with a deep breath he turned to exit through the front door. Stepping out into the night, the stars were bright, the moon full, but there was a fog seeping into the nights every crevice. He looked down the path he was to take, and without delay he set off.

Walking along the cobblestone path through the quiet part of town had a certain feeling. A feeling of despair, like nothing living should be disturbing the solemn peace. Not a single person awake at this hour, much less out on the street. "At least the weather is warm, despite all this fog.." the 'yote thought as the sounds of his boots clopping against the stone beneath him were the only other noises to keep him company. He paused to glance at his map at a crossroad nearing the edge of town. As he was fumbling among his personal effects, he felt a draft, cold. Ears perking, his grip failed him for a moment to cause his piece of parchment with a scribbled town map on it to leave his possession. His hands failed him as he went for it, this was at this very moment the soft breeze of the night decided to escalate, sweeping the parchment off beyond view.

With a muffled swear he scanned the dimly lit path for his only means of direction. Be it sheer luck, or the will of some higher power, he spotting it in the distance. Harry chased the elusive scrap of paper, getting closer and closer to it, before the wind decided it was not his to catch just yet. It steered him left and right down the darkest reaches of the old city, to places long forgotten by all but the rats. He stood there panting, having almost given up hope of retrieving his beloved map, before a strong gust of wind made the shred dance once more around a dark building. Lunging as fast as his legs would allow, Harry landed atop the insubstantial shred, latching it into his paw! “Hah! I got you now! Now, where am I....” Harry howled with glee. Brushing himself off as he stood, his blue eyes scanned left to right. Iron fencing, plants with no life left in them, save for the one bit of vine on the brick wall to his right was all the moonlight revealed to him. Before he had a chance to ponder what this place may be a noise broke the eerie silence of the night; the shuffle of leaves and a snap of a twig, laced with the fluttering of cloth against the wind. His heart rate rising, the boy drew his stake and turned around ready for the worst.....

A slight prick, a wince of pain noted by a sharp yip . In a flash all his fears were gone, the fur on his body stood on end only to be tingled by the slight breeze and the feeling of satin brushing it. Bliss. Sheer bliss. His face went numb, his eyes glassy. In this moment, all was....perfect. The grip on his stake loosened as the muscles in his body relaxed, his entire body feeling drained and woozy. A brush against his cheek; a paw? The sensation got stronger and stronger as the boy regained some of his faculties. Movement slowed as if time had slowed, the hunter looked up through beguiled eyes to gaze in awe at the man before him.

His eyes were as red as the blood dripping from his maw, a smirk so distinct it could be seen past the moonlight reflecting off his prominent fangs. The boy stood there bewildered by the feelings of want inside him, trying to make a single utterance only to have his voice fail him. Chuckling, the tiger smiled once more before speaking with a effortless air of confidence lined with an accent from times gone by:

“Good evening, pup.”