Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Sindicate told him to mingle, and Draven merely raised a single eyebrow. Mingle? He was not, and never would be, a mingler. Usually, or at least in the past few years whilst he had lived here in Blossom Forest, whenever he deigned to socialize with other wolves, it was to toy with them, to torture them, to fuck them senseless and sideways, kill them, or eat them. Or at least some semblance or mix of those actions and in some order… Not necessarily the one previously given. But Draven chuckled now, a dry, mirthless one, for he was frustrated with the current situation. It was he, himself, who had placed himself here - after all, he had wanted to join the pack, had he not? And a pack was, logically, made up of multiple wolves. And that would include more than one or two, unless it was a shitty excuse for a pack… And naturally, a pack was meant to work together. He was not stupid, nor naive, but perhaps he thought that he would have a little more time before having to interact with them.… Well, interact with them in a somewhat respectful manner, that is. Already he had toyed with Cersei, back when he had first come upon her at the boundary. But up until now, Cersei and Sin had been the only other two wolves he had met that were associated with this pack.
“Mingle… Sure.” The words were muttered under his breath. Draven exhaled, before turning his crimson optics upon the other wolves. Try as he might, which was of course not at all, he could not help but see them as food. As potential meals for his hunger should it ever get beyond his control. And so, he instead moved toward Cersei, his eyes first scanning her skinned gift, before bringing his gaze back up to meet hers.
“I did not realize that you were uh ... the sort to want pussy, beauty that you are.” Driven devilishly grinned at her briefly with a wink. “Forgive the pun, I could not resist. But really… Are you?” He raised a single brow as if he was actually expecting a response, but then he continued on. “If not, I have a special something that needs a special home… My little slave girl here works as a sheath just fine from time to time, but she does not enjoy it. Normally, that sort of thing does it for me - the screaming, the squirming, the fighting back, the pleading of ‘Please stop! Let me go!’ But from time to time, I do find myself desiring… A friend of sorts. One who appreciates the finer, bloodier, gorier, messier, sadomasochistic things in life. I had such a friend once upon a time… But I had to kill her when she got too soft. Anyway… Figured if you could take down a mountain lion, perhaps you may work out in such a fashion. Interested?”
The entire time that he spoke, it was in a blasé fashion, as if he did not much care if he upset her or if she was interested, or even if she completely blew him off. If he fully insulted her… So be it. But he could not deny that part of him did find the female intriguing - a mountain lion was no easy prey, and nothing to laugh at. And if she could put up with his humor, appreciate it even, or throw it back in his face, whether or not she wanted to have sex with him did not really matter. Perhaps she, like Sindicate, could potentially and eventually turn into a wolf whom he could respect without wanting to devour… Turn into an actual friend, comrade, or accomplice.
“Ah, well…” He had waited for whatever she said to fall from her mouth before he started talking again. “I do not believe I have ever actually tasted mountain lion, does it taste like wolf? Perhaps a bit like chicken? I would so like to taste it…” Before the vampire could say anything else, Sindicate was addressing the entire pack. Draven turned around to face the king, and reached out to grab the back of Laenaya‘s neck and sharply pulled her to his side, letting loose a small chuckle when she fell into a crumpled heap. But, afterward, he fell silent, listening to Sindicate speak. At one point, the crimson painted hessian peered at him, as if daring Draven to say something, but the vampire merely raised his brows and smiled - he may be talkative and full of himself, but he was not an idiot. Though it had been many years since he had belonged to a pack, he knew what common courtesy was, and knew better than to interrupt his alpha. At the end, Sindicate asked if there were any questions or concerns, and mentioned that he wanted to play some games. Now it was time for Draven to speak up again, his silence broken with the permission given by way of inference. He stood from a seated position, and stepped forward.
“When first you and I met, I believe something happened to be mentioned about you wanting to know what vampiric wolves tasted like. Or perhaps I thought that up, and simply wondered if you wondered what a vampire would taste like. If you were or are interested, and since you want to play games, I have one for you. It is called, will my pet survive being bitten by me.” Behind him, Laenaya began to cry in great heaping sobs.
“I have other slaves, all of which are expendable of course, so if she dies in the process, or if you kill her whilst snacking on her, all the more entertainment for us, right?” Draven waited for the go ahead from Sindicate, before turning back to the slave. He had only hypnotized her and turned her into his Mesmer in order to have another body in the fight against the Tempests. She was not nearly as personal as Brie was, nor was she as important. Really, Laenaya had no use at all other than as a sex doll. But at least now, he would get a single meal out of her while also getting the entertainment of showing to the others exactly what it was like to be turned into a vampire. “Laenaya, come here.” Like a marionette doll on her strings, the terrified female scrambled toward him, still crying. “Feel free to scream, my beauty.” Without any further ado, he stuck his snout between her hind limbs and bit down. His fangs, elongated from hunger, pierced into the soft, tender flesh of her inner thigh and pierced her femoral artery. And, given the permission to, she did scream, not just from terror anymore, but pain and agony as the vampiric venom swept through her system. Draven came up for air, blood dripping from his lips as he licked his lips somewhat clean, although already Laenaya was being exsanguinated from the venom. His eyes turned towards Cersei, wondering how she would react to all of this, but then he focused and stared at Sindicate. The brute could almost hear Laenaya’s heart stop… And then there was the gasp as she took her first breath… as a new vampire.
“Well, my Lord, looks like you have a new blood bag to suck on, or chew toy should you prefer that term. Or, we could play… A mix of hide and seek and tag. Let her run free, we all hunt her down? First want to find her gets to pick which part of her to eat? Oh, I’m sorry. Are we not all cannibals here?" Draven grinned yet again, sweeping his gaze across the others… All the while secretly hoping that Sindicate would be as amused by this as he himself was.
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Crith Thalmhainn Ω Azura Ω
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