Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Sure, he was beaten, battered, and exhausted from the battle with the Tempests. But he was not defeated – Draven was too evil to be put down but some wolves forced to fight by their very nature. In fact, he was dragging in tow an unconscious Tempest who had arrived to the battle late yet in a rage that had allowed him to inflict damage, but had left him vulnerable to attacks from behind… and Draven had taken full advantage of that. The Tempest was in even worse shape than Draven was – it (or rather he) was magically unconscious in order to allow his body to heal slowly, but not just physically. Sure, if he was given enough time the flesh would stitch itself back together again. But no… The Tempest needed time to regain his energy - his Tempest energy. For Drizzt had become utterly spent when he had given his all to the fight. And Draven saw no reason not to use him as his sacrifice to Syndicate. And really, it was all really ironic. Draven had found this morsel while fighting against his mortal enemies - the Tempests… But really it had turned into a pack war between Dierne Hrof and Caidir Olc… and Draven had no desire to help the pathetic Diosa keep hold on her pack. How interesting it was to see the Tempests win over Diosa, to leave her in this weakened state as he carried off one of the survivors as his entrance key into a different pack… leaving her even more weakened. It had all been worth it, really, to show up to the battle. Perhaps one could call it fate, if one was to believe in such things. After all, if he had not continued to live within Caidir Olc he would not have been near enough to Tempest warpath to feel pulled to them, and thus would not have with him such a worthy sacrifice. But before he killed Drizzt, he planned on first studying him.
Draven had had very little contact with the Tempests, and no contact at all with the Arcus Irae. He wanted to know exactly what made the Tempests special, what made them resistant to the bite of a vampire… and what the source of the delicious scent was. That resistance was not something he had known about previously -whereas the Tempests had the lore passed down from one to another and the voices of the Rainbows crying out to the, the vampires had had to figure it all out on their own, through trial and error. Finally… Finally Draven had a guinea pig to play with. What he had first dragged the unconscious Tempest away from the battle, Draven had bitten him and bitten him time and time again… To no affect other than to cause in numerable puncture wounds, which was all fine and dandy really, but it caused so much less pain than he was used to inflicting. But he soon found, much to his delight, but they tasted different than other wolves. Eventually, Draven would come to learn that they were not nearly as delectable as rainbows, which were like a heroin to vampires… No, the Tempests rather tasted like something just beyond reach. It was an indescribable flavor… Like something out of a dream which you can barely remember, the full reality of it just beyond his capabilities. And oh… Did it tingle his innards.
At any rate, the days had passed, and still the Tempest had not woken, and thus Draven had not been able to get out of Drizzt all of the information that he had desired. Interesting - perhaps the Tempest needed consciousness in order to create the alternate reality and universe in which their epic battles occurred. But no matter… There would not be another battle, at least not for Drizzt. And once the vampire reached the border of Crith-Thalmhainn, he let loose two howls, the first for Syndicate, so that the skinning could get on with… And the second for his Mesmer Laenaya, who he knew to be only a few hundred yards behind him. Draven had given Laenaya a rather long leash - but she had to be within calling distance of him, and it was in that way that he would never lose control over her. But it allowed her a spark of hope that she could escape… along with confusing her to no end. At any rate, as he waited impatiently, his loins were aflame, as Draven thought about the bloodshed he was about to incur upon Drizzt, and could feel the piloerection along his spine and down his tail as he quivered with excitement. His fangs elongated, his gaze changed from a dull crimson to a pair of glowing embers as hunger flew through his veins like adrenaline despite the fact that he had just recently fed off of the Tempest. Though he wished dearly to ravage the young wolf in savage ways, sodomizing him and stripping him of all of his pride… He stopped himself, wanting to be completely presentable when the Alpha finally showed. But it was Laenaya who appeared first, her tail tucked between her limbs timidly, confusion still written plainly across her face. He gestured for her to follow him – after all, he had picked up on Syndicate’s scent. Draven dragged Drizzt through the terra at a slow trot, slowed by his weight, and travelled another half hour around the edge of the terra until he came upon not only the Alpha, but an unknown female. Draven threw Drizzt in front of him before turning to face Laenaya
“Lie down, rollover, and bear your throat.”
It was almost too easy to be fun… But Draven could appreciate even the littlest things in life, and was so dusty amused by his puppet. In this way, if Sid the kid wanted a snack, he had one prepared that they could share. But if Syndicate had any patients… Draven had a more amusing plan in mind.
“I have returned, Syndicate, with a sacrifice as promised. Let me know when you would like the skinning to begin.”
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Pack in transition Ω Azura Ω
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