Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Against all odds and to his complete and utter surprise, it worked. He had gazed into her eyes and called forth his own spirit and had pushed it over her, commanding her to be his. Her own soul fought against his, and Draven got the sense that this would not perhaps work on all wolves, but to Lucaya he was a sweet temptation and the strength and poison of his overwhelmed her and she relaxed into his metaphorical embrace. Her lids widened, showing all of her dark pools to him and Draven smiled wickedly - this would prove to be the most useful of tools indeed. He could take command of his prey and command that they remain still and yet scream for him, or tell them to run into the caverns and get lost for all eternity... that is until they fell into his open and waiting maw. But Lucaya would not die by his own pearls - but she would be turned and become his companion, a femme to spend the lonely nights with, to destroy others with. In response to his command - an utterance to essential be his slave, she merely nodded.
'Anything you wish.'
Though perhaps there was a chance that she was simply so enameled as to agree to such anyway, Draven knew better. Gone was the normal lilting rise and fall of her vocals and instead in its place was a boring monotone. It was of interesting note to be sure, and in the future he would to make sure that any of his slave... his... his Mesmer as it were... be commanded to keep their own way of speaking to him so as not to bore him. But with Lucaya it hardly mattered. She would be turned into a vampire herself soon enough and would return to her own consciousness. That is, as soon as he tempted the blinding brilliant light of the sun above.
Which, of course, was a mistake. It had immediately felt as if his mind were breaking into a thousand pieces as soon as the first bit of light hit his flesh and the black abyss had quickly began to creep across his vision. By some bit of luck he had been able to crawl back into the cave, and he regretted ever leaving the darkness. "Well I won't be doing that again any time soon I suppose." He muttered the words to himself before laying down and calling over to Lucaya. She did as he commanded and nuzzled her way between his limbs, her head cradled by his nape. His own head hung over her own and his rubies watched as her lids closed. For a few brief moments they stayed like that, but with the pain of his head had come too the hunger. As she lay against him, he began to hear the thumping of her heart, the whooshing of blood through her veins. Slowly, purposefully, he opened his maw and closed his jaws on her jugular and began to drink from her vein. Just enough to sait himself... and then the oddest thing happened - he could feel the poison seeping out of his fangs and feel them extend deeper into her tissues, marking her. Draven pulled back, uncertain in his actions, and saw the reddish glow of his poison intertwining with the darker red of his blood.
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Escaped Convict Ω Azura Ω
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