Draven
I'm Your Worst Nightmare Dressed as your Day Dream
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It was unlike anything he had ever tasted - it was true that even before he had been a vampire, he had always preferred the taste of wolf. Over the years, he had indulged himself by tasting every sort of wolf - the young and the old and the in between. The fearful and the willing, the asleep and the awake. Even those dead... it was amazing how certain emotions could change the taste of the meat, tainting it for the better, and occasionally for the worse. But even when the meat was less than spectacular, he worshiped it, delighting in its originality and uniqueness. He would not ingest carrion of course, he was no vulture nor hyena, preying on things that could not defend themselves. No, he enjoyed the challenge and the danger in dealing with his prey and could not have it in any other way - if he ate that which was dead, it was because he killed it. And he had been sure, quite sure, that there would never be anything that he would taste that he would not like. After tasting the miraculously colored sorbet dessert, he was sure that was true, but he was also sure that nothing would ever again taste as good. Not the monthly blood of a virgin, not the scrambling pup wreaking of sweat and fear and confusion, but anything soaked in cortisol, no. For her blood, despite the lack of fear and terror (for there had been no time for her to realize exactly that which was going on) had been a shot of pure heroin directly to his heart and stomach.
His pupils had dilated abruptly and his heart had hastened, racing to a sudden climax which was saying something especially considering that his beats per minute usually hung low, around twenty, maybe thirty to forty when he was truly excited. It was a side effect of his dreor stragga affliction - he was hardly alive, yet not quite dead. He was a member of the undead and yet his body thrived. Most body parts and functions in those of the living required a faster flow through their vessels in order to bring oxygen and crucial nutrients. Draven did not know exactly what it was that his body run on, not until now. But now he knew - from this day on, his body would be run on a craving for the next hit, the next time he was able to taste its sweetness. Because she had tasted so sweet, a delicacy really, so soft and delicate yet it had been so strong so as to sweep across his entire body like a thunderous cloud, and as he chased down the gelato he could still feel her presence coursing through him, calling to him, urging him to catch her. She wanted it, she wanted him, whether or not she actually knew it. And Draven? He had every intention of giving it to her, in every way.
He had put down her first guard, tearing out her throat, slaughtering her. Draven was no fool and yet for a moment, for a single moment, the Dreor Stragga had been absolutely sure that this would be when he won, when he caught her and would be able to drown in her deliciousness for the rest of his eternity. And yet then, then there was yet another fucking tempest who just had to join the party. Draven snarled at her with a grin. The harder that he had to work to get to her, the more delicious that she would taste. For a second, Draven thought that they were going to just sit there, waiting for him to arrive and destroy them, but then they finally got some sense knocked into them and they ran. Now, Draven had never before been to Dierne Hrof, nor had he been to Aurora Borealis back when the territory had been called by that name, but he knew well enough and quite well that they were getting closer and closer to a pack land. Draven, in any other situation, would not have cared where he traveled, he would have crossed any amount of boundaries to get to her... but being what he was, he knew that unless he had a Mesmer or some other being invite him in, he would be unable to enter... meaning that she would forever be lost to him. For this night at least.
So, he had given it all that he had left, pushing to go faster and harder and leapt in order to destroy this newcomer just as he had destroyed her first guard. After all, she had slowed and even stopped when he had killed the elder, hopefully it would be the same here, now. Soaring through the air, front paws outstretch, he aimed for this new stranger's right hip, hoping to take out her limb, or to hit her abdomen as he had done to the older wolf... just maim her so that he could get past her. The pair collided, and Draven was not exactly sure what he had latched onto, but he had latched onto something. Together, they tumbled through thick brambles of pine branches, spruce and firs, and when he finally let go it was in order to bite her again, but then something changed and instead of continuing to tumble together in a heaping mess of a puzzle strung together like a tangled mess of Christmas lights... Draven collided with a solid and invisible glass wall which elicited a scream from him, not of pain but frustration. He was immediately back on his paws, leaping at the boundary again and again but it denied him, and both his enemy and his possession, his obsession, laid just beyond his reach. Without reason or cause he attacked again repeatedly until his paws were bleeding. Finally, eventually his heart slowed as he came down from his high and he stopped trying to break through the barrier that would never crack nor allow him access, and merely stood, staring at the pair as saliva dripped in pools from his fangs, moistening the dried blood upon his beard.
"Someday... someday I will kill you Tempest. You will not have the same fate that she did back there, I will violate you in every way imaginable, I will not only pain you, but I will shame you. As for you, my beauty, I will taste you again, and next time I do, you shall never again be able to leave my side." With a final snarl, he swiped a glancing blow off of the fortress before turning around to face the little bug. "Rogan, you pester me yet again. The least you could do would be to help me catch her, yet instead you are again useless. So at least humor me with somewhat of an intelligent answer, why are you here?"
WC: 1161
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Ω Draven Ω Untamed Vampire Ω Crith-Thalmhainn Ω Azura Ω
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