The Father of the Night And The Child of the Moon (Private With CalmlyEccentric)
 

The sun sets on another day in the northern country of Nossex on the continent of Florence. Within these lands exists several races that live, not in harmony, but in tolerance. The humans tolerate the disgusting races for being few in numbers, the werewolves tolerate the the other races despite their lack of raw strength and pact mentality. The Elves tolerate the other races despite their lack of knowledge. The Dwarves tolerate the other races despite their inability to build and work on their own. The vampires tolerate the other races despite their lack of eternal youth and nobility. It is over in the lands of several vampiric clans that our story follows two beings. A noble vampire who feels the need to keep close what he holds dear and a out casted werewolf who despite being fully grown wants to remain his adoptive father's baby boy. We start in the manner they reside where our young werewolf named Pax wakes up. His long ears listening to the going ons in the manner, his short well groomed tail flowing side to side. His pale skin as pure as snow. His jet black fur as smoothie and clean as silk. His slender body giving the boy a feminine charm amd of course the soaked diaper around his waist acting as a continued reminder that daddy loves him and keeps him protected.

The lord of vampires himself was quite an eccentric fellow. Not only did their behavior come off as strange and occasionally much like that of a court jester, but their appearance stood out as well. He was mostly humanoid in form with digitigrade legs and flared feet. Brown fur covered the majority of his body, which was somewhat thin and lanky. His head was very much like that of a bats with long pointed ears that could angle themselves in various directions, but he lacked a nose, and he also had a mostly flat face with thin fur, which held two big black orbs as eyes. Ugly, many would call it, but he didn’t mind, much.

Anyways, this lord went by the name of Ulix and was known as one of the strangest, yet quite effective ones in history so far. He maintained his people well enough and also managed his own hubris too. Much of the time he did not wear anything flashy, often sticking with simple robes and occasionally suit jackets. Problem was that pants weren’t much of a thing for him, unsurprisingly.

At the moment, Ulix was heading into his son’s room, wanting to check on him for the day. Or at least wake him up, or change him, or what have you. His mind tended to constantly swirl with things, to put it lightly.

Said son sat up in his darkened room. A nursery coveted in black and royal purple. While Pax was no vampire being raised by one meant two things . One, the vampire would need good access to his bedroom, and two you'd eventually be so much of a night crawler yourself that while the sun wouldn't kill you it would be a blinding headache. His room resembling that of a gothic nursery with toys and and a table for his changes nearby. As well as the crib that he sleeps in hand crafted by the most talented dwarves money could buy. Pax leaned against the crib bars hearing daddy's familiar foot steps down the hall as the pace of his tail wags sped up greatly. He looked forward to another night with his daddy though he dreaded interacting with other elder vampires as they all looked at him as if he were nothing but a sinple house pet

Ulix has entered into the room, and it did not take long to spot Pax. With a momentary toothy grin, he stepped over to the crib, peering inside. He had a strange fondness for this werewolf since the day they saw him. Whether it was do the desire to have a family of his own, or some weird twisted fantasy, Ulix never did make it clear. What he make quite obvious though was his desire to care for the werewolf.

“There is my little pup... Are you feeling well tonight?” He asked him, reaching inside to pick him up. Ulix was quite tell, standing at around seven feet. His thin and lanky appearance was also very easy to mistake for him being weak. Ulix was actually quite strong, which was why he was able to pick up Pax and cradle him so easily.

Pax's tail wagged happily as he was lifted from the crib "Yes sir dada. I sleepied very good" he said in mildly cutesy baby talk. He reached out for the man he calls his father with arms wanting to wrap around his thin frame so that he may be carried. The Pax seemed to have a smile most times he was in Ulix's very presence. As far back as he could remember he always knew one thing. He was this man's baby and he loved it. That came with goods and bads. The goods being always having good fresh food to eat and a roof over his head until many others of his kind who preferred to travel and migrate. However he lived the life of a vampiric prince and that's where the bad comes in. Honestly his daddy is the only one who wants him. Too werewolf to be a vampire. Lived too much like a vampire to be a werewolf. Both races shunned him and made no secret of their disdain for him. But not daddy. Daddy always loved him. Daddy always protected him. Daddy never shunned him away. He looked up in his daddy's dark eyes and smiled as if they were as wsrm as his morning bedtime bottle

Lightly, Ulix nuzzled his child, having warmth brought to his twisted heart by the sight of him. “That is wonderful to hear, but I can see that you’ve done something else very well too.” He stated, looking down at Pax’s diaper, not having a very hard time on picking up just how soaked it was. His two large black eyes were able to see it in an instant. “So we’ll just have to deal with that before getting you something to eat and having you prepared for the day.” He stated, bringing his child over to what was a dark painted changing table, matching decently with the rest of the rooms color.

The cleanable changing mat made of easily washable leather was painted purple. Pax layed back and looked at the windible mobile over his changing table. The genius joiny work of elves and dwarves could help relax any baby. Pax layed still looking up as he chewed on his index claw and suckled on his finger. He wondered what the night will bring. More village complaints? Maybe another clan wanting to get hostile? Maybe a young vampire broke the code and will need to be executed. Perhaps a peaceful night amongst the human village at least. It was always quiet and calming being with daddy in the city square when most humans are asleep.

Ulix had taken the time to untape the diaper while holding up Pax's legs. What followed was the werewolf's behind being wiped clean. Then came another, simple plain white diaper followed by powder and oil. This was routine for Ulix, although he did have to admit that there were moments where Pax's accidents were particularly bad. Thoughts about that aside, he had gotten him in a new diaper and then off of the table shortly after. "So tell me, little Pax, what exactly do you desire to do today?"

His reason for asking him that was to be generous to the boy. He could bring him to his political matters, but even then, he knew a bit better than to believe that would go well all the time.

"Be with my daddy" the young and pampered werewolf said hugging his vampiric father. Pampered having a double meaning here. The boy's growth was stunted so he only stood 5'2 which made it easier to see him as a child compared to the tall and imposing vampire lord. Pax knew what being with his father would entail. Boring and sometimes scary meetings, constantly being on the move, political dinners, or at worst a large gathering. But within those would be cuddling to daddy while daddy does big people talks, soft carage rides to new places he doesn't get to visit much, and getting fed in daddy's arms. For every bad thing there's always something good daddy does to help it. That's why Pax doesn't live a miserable existence.

“And here I thought you would prefer to be elsewhere having fun.” Ulix said, giving a short little smile. After that, here Pax stand on his own while rummaging around through his dresser. “Hm... I wonder what would be good for you to wear. Your usual childish clothing is far from ideal given that the meetings are meant to be taken seriously. As amusing as it would be too see the looks on their faces, I do not need my people losing faith in me.” Ulix said, mostly to himself as his mind imagined what Pax could possibly wear. “How would you feel about a simple suit?” Black fabrics with a vest over a long sleeved, white button shirt. It certainly for the usual appearance of vampires known for wearing certain colors. Usually gothic ones.