Motioning the mothers to join him, he went back to the open door. They trailed behind, but didn’t let him out of their sight. It took some jockeying...to get them through the opening while he used the lever to winch the door closed again. More dog-like whines and some scratching showed how little the worgh liked being underground.The light stone helped, but the animals were still reluctant to follow. It was only their obvious concern for the young that kept the mothers from deserting or killing. Plus their powers and their blood were passed on from generation to generation, so that there was always a new group of Darkhunters waiting. Over the centuries, they killed off most of the Old Ones, until eventually only one was left. And believe it or not, you've actually heard of him." I have?" He's gone by many names, but the one you'll be familiar with is Dracula." Wait a minute, Dracula? As in Bram Stoker, Bela Lugosi, Christopher Lee, that Dracula? You mean he actually existed?" Still. She picked up the envelope. It was a lilac colored envelope that was larger than standard envelopes, and it said ‘Association de femmes’ on the cover, in astonishingly artistic cursive writing. It was almost a shame to tear the envelope because of the writing. She opened it however, curiosity dominating her inner aestheticism just then. The letter within was a lighter shade of lilac, and was folded twice. She opened it, and read the following: “Dear madame, Your initiation has been scheduled. Long muscular legs rose to perfectly formed buttocks, strong backs, and ample breasts. There was a variety of hair colours on display, brown, blond and midnight black but no sign of the fiery red possessed by their leader. Sharn had no idea why she yearned to see that particular woman again. Maybe it was because she had been the first to pee all over her or maybe because of her shaved pussy which had so entranced Sharn when she had first seen it.A dark-skinned woman had started to pee whilst.