Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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Ever since the Dreor Stragga and Tempest showdown, he had wanted to get his hands on whatever creature it was that had emanated the most delicious scent. It had been all over the Tempests during the battle, and Draven wanted nothing more than to catch it and slurp it dry. His hunger, always readily pulsating just beneath his flesh, was craving a little taste… Although with him there was no such thing as tasting anything in moderation. But as of yet, he had not come upon it, not once. Until now. Yes, his den was within Crith-Thalmhainn, but that did not mean that he spent every night there. Although, he definitely could claim that it was much more of a permanent home than Caidir Olc ever had been. To explain, he had spent over a year living within the foreboding caverns of Drylic Cofa, and had learned all of their secrets, their winding tunnels, their dangers. The large majority of the wolves within Blossom Forest were terrified to even step paw within the caves, and he had made it into his home. Draven had taken one of the deepest caves as his den, and it had been there that he had laid all of his dried out pelts of his victims into a bed. When he had taken up residence in Caidir Olc, those pelts had stayed put, and he split his time between the pack in the caves. But with Crith-Thalmhainn? He had wasted no time in moving them, the heavy burden carried by his Mesmer Laenaya. He had every intention of making it his permanent residence, but then again, he was not allowed to eat anyone with in his pack, and after Laenaya was killed, it had left him quite without a blood bag, and to be brutally frank, without a blowup doll either. And so while he found the company of his packmates enthralling, and he hoped to eventually turn at least one of them into his lover, for now he spent at least a night a week outside of the pack in order to feed them and get his kicks off.
And tonight fate smiled kindly down upon him as the most irresistible smell was wafting its way into his nares. But the sun was still holding power over the sky, and he growled, his paws anxiously digging at the soil, ready to pound across the earth and carry him quickly to the wolf that would be his next meal. Never before had time move more slowly than it did now, and when at last the streak of light was erased from the land in front of his den‘s mouth, he exploded like a hell hound freshly released with a single goal in mind. And so though he moved quickly throughout the wood, he was silent, a perk of being a superior predator on the evolutionary chain. Foot by foot he traveled, only it was more like yard by yard as he stretched out, each step bring him closer to his goal, and each stride bring him into an air space with an even stronger perfume than the previous one. And finally, it became almost too much to bear, all of his nerves were almost set on fire from anticipation but finally he stopped, and peered through the wood. Draven found himself looking at the one thing he regretted seeing, in addition to his prize. Before him was a Tempest, one he recognized from the battle, and at her side was the most unique wolf that Draven had ever lain his rubies upon. It was as if the most colorful aspects of nature had been bunched up and then vomited onto the pelt of a wolf - it was almost as if the sky painted by the most brilliant sunrise had been splattered across her. And Draven had no doubt that the delectable odor was coming from her. He studied the pair, trying to glean out their relationship, until, that is, his presence was noted. He watched them grow tense, but it only built up his excitement. The only problem for that was that he was behind them, ready to strike. And when he did, his paws were so quiet against the earth, and he leapt, knocking over the rainbowed wolf. His fangs sunk deep into her jugular as he sucked out the first gulp of her irresistible blood. And one gulp had him both gasping for air and yet yearning for more like an addict. And from now on that’s what he would be - an addict constantly seeking out more of these extraterrestrial creatures. The rainbow colored wolf screamed beneath him and struggled, and so focused on the flavor was he that she managed to slip out from beneath him, and his crimson pools watched as she moved to hide behind the Tempest. Draven clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth and shook his head, laughing as blood dripped from his jowls.
“Oh, darling, there is no hiding from me now. I shall have the rest of you soon enough. It may not be now, not tomorrow, but eventually you shall be mine.” He glared at the Tempest, but it was with a grin of amusement - nothing would stand in his way, not now. “Bring it on bitch.”
WC: 887
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Crith Thalmhainn Ω Azura Ω
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