Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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It is the femme fatale who addresses him first, and Draven‘s crimson pools shift to her. He stares at her for a moment, chewing on his lips and cheeks while he contemplated things, before returning his attention instead to Sindicate. Still, while he spoke, it was Cersei that he was addressing. “I see no victim in front of you, and so thusly this is the first time you’ve come here. But I am a returning one, and I want my entrance. And though I fed on Drizzt here a few times during the past few days, and I’m not particularly hungry, I’ll make an exception for you. Why don’t you roll over, play dead, and I’ll rip my fangs into your neck. Or do you want something a little more carnal? If so, I can certainly pierce you in other ways too…” The words were said quietly, but audibly, with venom dripping from each word. But all the while, his attention was on the king. She was a side thought, at least for now. Besides, Draven was waiting for the tongue lashing he would no doubt get - Sindicate was all uptight, but Draven would not hold that against him that. He had just taken over these lands, and needed to assert his authority strongly from the beginning, lest others think him weak or unable to hold his position. And the tongue lashing certainly did come in short order, although it was not concise at all. Draven held his head high throughout the whole thing, a small smile playing upon his lips - not in a mocking or haughty fashion, but in a patient. He would not interrupt Sindicate, but he would have plenty to say afterward. And finally, his chance to speak came. Draven dipped his head, acknowledging all that had been said, and then opened his own mouth.
“It is the little things in life that make it worth living, if I can even still be considered a living thing. And so it is the little things that I take note of the most. Now, the way that I have approached you - quite frankly you are right – it is no way to greet one’s Alpha, but you are not my Alpha yet buy your own accord. You have previously said you would not consider accepting me until I brought you a freshly killed thing with it‘s head skinned. Seeing as I’ve not done so, I believe you do not consider me part of your pack. Should you accept me, I can promise my approaches will be more… respectful in the future. As for the thing before me, you never asked for it to be already skinned, just that it would be skinned. And you asked for any kill, and so I brought you a wolf. You and I are similar, but the thing that matters most is that we share our desire for the blood of other wolves. Now, I assumed that you would appreciate a meal in addition to a tribute, and seeing as I could bring you both in one, I have. The wolf – the tribute, the meal - I have brought to you is my enemy by nature and by experience. Just as I have told you, I am a vampire, and if you have not come across them yet, this is a Tempest. They were seemingly created to kill vampires, and are immune to our poison, or rather our venom. They have power of their own, though, and it grants them a natural strength, speed, and endurance… Although it seems that it takes a deep toll on them and it sends them into this coma in which they are vulnerable after the battle ends. So there - I have brought you the tribute you asked for, a meal that you deserve, and some information about this land that you need.”
Draven fell silent - he knew when to shut up, for no one would ever be stupid enough to call him an idiot. He was smart and cunning, and not only wished to be accepted into this pack, Draven wanted to be valued. He would never be the best fighter, or the strongest wolf… But he was damn good at coming out on top. Before him, the Tempest growled and started to roll over -the coma was wearing off… Draven apparently had not drained his blood quite enough to keep Drizzt completely unconscious… All the better - in order to inflict more pain upon him. Patiently, he waited for the order to begin. And when it did, it also came with an order not to let out too much of the blood, the flavor of the being. His grin widened and he nodded.
“It would be my pleasure.”
With a growl and a snarl, Draven pinned Drizzt down, his claws digging into the shoulder to hold him still, and a whimper came from Drizzt. He was conscious enough to feel pain, and Draven laughed and then held his breath so that he could carefully make an incision starting at the back of the nape. The whimper from Drizzt turned into a scream, but Draven held him still, a single nail ripping into the skin as he pulled it up and over the head, a line of blood pouring out. Unfortunately for the Tempest, the magical anger that kept him going during a fight now also kept him awake during this with the burst of adrenaline that was running endlessly throughout his veins. Draven ignored the screaming, the flailing, and grabbed one side of the flaps he had made with his teeth and pinned the other to the ground with a few claw marks in it, before ripping sharply away and pulling the skin away from the underlying muscle and tissue and sinew. A horrible crackling sound accompanied it as tissues that were not meant to be separated became separated, but as desired, there was very little blood shed - he had not pushed deep enough to get down to puncture the muscle, nor the bone, both of which would bleed incessantly. And so it was only capillaries that drip drip dripped away. Roughly, the vampire grabbed onto the scuff on the wolf and flipped him over forcibly, slamming him into the earth as he repeated the process on the other side. And when it was all said and done, the skin only remained attached to the snout and the lips, tightly adhered to each commissure. Draven bit down hard and ripped it away, before tossing it down. The screaming hadn’t stopped, and Draven drug Drizzt to Sindicate‘s paws.
“Shall you kill him, or I?” Draven smiled, a menacing grin plastered upon his façade, and should Sindicate ask him to, he would kill Drizzt, but elsewise, he would leave the honor of the kill to Sindicate. And though he was hungry, craving to feed at the sight of the blood dripping down Drizzt’s nape, he turned to his Mesmer. “As for this little lady, she is bound to me and must do whatever I say without question. My plans for her, is as thus. Should it be something you are intrigued in, I shall turn her, and you can feed off of her so that you can taste what a vampire taste like. And…” He shrugged. “If at that point you wish to kill her, then you can. Elsewise, I will still be able to command her to do whatever it is you wish. Of course, that should probably be at another time, when you were actually hungry again.” His crimsons shifted down to the corpse in front of them, for by now Drizzt had been killed either by Draven or by Sindicate. “It would be a pity to waste meal like this.”
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