Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Draven was not at all pleased… In fact he was down right pissed off. For he had gone away on a short stent for a vacation back to the caves - he missed his throne there, his wondrous multi-layer soft bed of skinned wolves. Layer upon layer had been delicately stripped, then dried, then dragged down into the abyss, until finally he literally had a raised bed of pelts. Gone was the need to lay on a cold, damp cavern floor. Instead, he luxuriously lounged on his soft mattress, enjoying the warmth that curled around him. Enjoying the memories that were sparked by touching each pelt one by one. It was almost too delicious… And of course he had enjoyed that little vacation. In fact, he had decided to start bringing back some of his trophies. After all, his den in the pack was even damper than in the cave. And he would have to fix that if he was to stay there. And he had every intention of staying there, despite the arguments that he and Lucaya had gotten themselves into. And so, he had thrown two of the pelts over his back, and begun the long journey in order to return home. It had taken him perhaps a bit longer - he trotted more than he cantered, slowed by the weight of the pelts just a little bit… He was more concerned by not allowing them to be dirtied by the mud floor that seemed to cake the entire of Blossom Forest. They were his prizes, and he would not allow them to be sullied… Not even by blood. And he had returned home, just like he were always did - quietly, without alerting others to his presence. Briseis had been exactly where he had told her to be - waiting for him every morning in his den so that he could have his way with her while the brutal and vicious rays of the sun beat down on the land around them. And he had noticed something… Odd. But thought nothing of it. The scent of blood hung in the air, but he thought perhaps it was because she had been clumsy and scraped herself, or something else of the sort. He had thrown his pelts upon her, and had demanded her stand, to hold them until he returned. He noticed her waver, but again, didn’t put two and two together. It was not until he returned hours later, dragging pine branches from far outside the reach of the border in order to line the floor of his den and protect it and furthermore protect his sheets that he saw it. And the regularity in her coat. Stiffness by her jugular. He had thrown her down onto the floor - after, of course, taking the pelts and laying them over the pine branches, and demanded that she tell him who had that on her. To her credit, she managed to resist. But that told him just as much… If it had been the queen, she would have spit out the name immediately. It was no secret that Briseis feared and dreaded the queen… And that the queen hated Briseis. But who then? Who had taken a taste from his property?
Draven had promptly set about beating the ever loving crap out of Briseis - he had used his claws to carve out his symbol in her skin, but only after he used his incisors to pull away all her hair in that area. She screamed and trembled in pain, but he ordered her to remain still, not to move from her standing spot. Four claws moved in a zigzag pattern down her, like four lightning bolts. And then? A single line going horizontally straight through them. He had not thought that he needed to mark her as his - he had assumed, incorrectly apparently, that the other wolves in the pack would be at least smart enough to know better than to steal from him. But now she was marked forever as his, as his property. And if he ever found out who had fed on her… Oh… But they would be punished. Just then, came a call, distant, fate, and it was from the queen herself. Draven snarled and looked back at the lass he wanted to beat and batter more, but he knew… He knew what he had promised the queen his loyalty. And he would not go back on his word, no matter how much of a creature he was, he had some sense of morality. Roughly, he snatched Briseis‘s nape and dragged her to the mouth of the cave, and told her to follow. He set a heavy pace, and smiled at the sound of her huffing and wheezing behind him. Even here, even in this, she suffered. It took hours to get to where Lucaya was - he had chosen his den to be far from her meeting spot - why not make the queen wait every once in a while, eh?
And when he got there… He found once again that something felt not quite right. It was Lucaya, in body, yes, but something else with mind. When they had first met, he had loved the evil inside of her. He had found it unbearably attractive. What now? There was trouble in her eyes… But he could not pinpoint what it was. But if this was to be a weakness of hers, he would not long let the queen live. The vampires were his heritage, his legacy onto the world. And he would not suffer her, nor allow her to taint the others. Immediately, he slowed and began circling her, but not before gesturing for Briseis to sit near Lucaya.
“You seem… Off. What is it that trouble view, Lucaya mine?”
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Beta and General of Caidir Olc Ω Azura Ω
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