Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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To say that he was intrigued when he heard that a pack meeting was called was an understatement. Who would dare call it now that the queen was dead? Who would grab the power and ascend? The quiet soprano that had was hesitant, nervous even, and a sneer slipped onto his facade - had one of Lucyne‘s darling babies thought to take control? If so, they were in for a shock - Draven wanted only the darkest and the best to take over for the vampire Queen. After all, the pack had a reputation to uphold. But more than that, Draven wanted to remain comfortably where he was: the puppeteer behind the ruler, holding all the power despite not holding a throne. It should not be hard, especially since each of her offspring already feared him… and so in his mind, the best first two plans were thus: either he would control whichever of her stupid children was trying to lay some claim, or he would simply kill them, and find a strong Mesmer to place there. It would do until he could find a truly good candidate- one who he could claim as his own and feel some measure respect for… One who would not let him down with any softness or weakness about them. One who could match Lucaya‘s sadistic and masochistic tendencies.
And so it was curiosity, really that eventually urged to him to go. He waited a few hours, not wanting her to think that he rushed to get to her. This was his way - always wanting to throw his opponents off guard with a variety of tactics. But when the dark one arrived, he saw another already standing at Diosa‘s side, the female that did not smell of this pack. That is to say, she was no vampire, and she actually had a perfume. Despite the intrigue, a bored expression grew upon his face and he approached the queen - for he assumed that’s exactly what Diosa was attempting to claim, that she was a new queen - and Draven left no personal space between he and her. He would be uncomfortably close to her, and he would raise his eyebrows with expectation. His long, pink muscle slipped out to run over his incisors, and as he did so, his fangs extended downward. He towered over Diosa, and he use that to his advantage, looming as he stared down at her matching crimson eyes.
“Well, well, well. What have we here, a daughter, no, wait an adopted daughter trying to claim a legacy that she has no birth right to? Do not forget, Diosa, that you were nothing, a worthless little shit that Lucyne felt some form of attachment to. And without her to back you, you still are nothing, and despite this lovely stranger you’ve brought in for whatever reason, you have no strength beside you.”
His gaze shifted to the grey wolf at her side. He rakishly swept his hungry, ruby pools over her, leaving no curve unexamined. The brute inhaled sharply and took a step toward her. Yet again he stole the air from around her, tasting her cologne. For a second his eyes closed, before he took a step away. There was something about her, something that had tainted her but did not quite smell… How it should. And so he painted a smirk upon his face and continued to ogle her with no trace of subtlety.
“And who the fuck are you? You are a pretty little thing… Oh the things I would do to you. I would leave you feeling thoroughly fucked… And perhaps worse. But perhaps better… Tell me, how do you like it? ”
He moved his optics back to the younger far and smiled gently at her… But there was nothing innocent and the smile that did not reach up to his eyes.”Really, Diosa. What did you think to accomplish here? I killed your mother because she had began to go soft. But you have not begun to go soft, you have always been soft. So tell me, exactly what future do you think that you have here? I am the first and only to heed your call, and that was out of mere boredom. How can you rule a pack if the members will not even respect you enough to come. How can you rule a pack if you have no way of holding onto your throne? The way I see it, you have a few choices. You can let me take you as I once took your mother, and then let me do as I please as she did, and I will support your claim. Any who stand to oppose you will simply fall away - it is sometimes better to be feared and respected that and loved. Or, I can take you by force, which would be much less pleasant for you, and then I can kill you. Or, I can take you by force, and then continue that tomorrow and the day after and the day after and the day after that. As you can see I’m quite reasonable, and I love to give everyone every option available. So tell me, which is it that you were leaning towards?”
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Beta and General of Caidir Olc Ω Azura Ω
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