The Queen grinned as the teenager dipped his head and straightened himself. She examined him, he was quite the specimen already - Though she had her eyes set on her other subjects. This boy was still young . . . He could be a great part of her army, and possibly even a son of hers. “Er . . . I traveled here on purpose, ma’am. This territory intrigued me. I figured calling for an audience was better than just marching in, even though this doesn’t smell like a pack . . .” She chuckled, blinking as she sat upon the warm ground below her. My dear, that is because most of us are vampires. We're scentless to help us be undetected."


“Pleasure to meet you, Vampire Queen Lucaya. I am Rogan, son of Rothgar. I humbly request to join your pack. Please.” She gave a cock of her head and grinned and just as she did so she saw Diosa. She gave a bubbly smile to her adopted daughter and awaited her introduction as her glowing embers moved to meet this Rogans. And I’m Diosa, daughter of Lucaya, heiress to Caidir Olc. I wouldn’t play games, mother doesn’t appreciate it. Unless maybe you’d give chase, a little fun never hurts anyone. Except maybe you. She gave a chuckle and nodded.

"Indeed, I do not . . . Although, Diosa darling, this little bird could be your new brother." She smirked to her daughter as she looked back to Rogan. "If you'd like entry, you're more than welcome. But I'm also willing to extend this further to you - You could join my children and become my son, gaining our power if you so choose." She spoke, rising back to her large obsidian paws. "So what do you say, Rogan? Would you like to be a vampire and join us? Become my son?" The Queen asked, fangs shining in the moonlight as she felt hungry for blood again. She would not risk this boys life without asking him, he was too young and strong for his age - But by the gods did she want to drink up.