Thread: To Seduce The Drow (Techn0logic and Dark_Dreams)

Finally, I was getting tired of sleeping in a damned cot, I'd love myself a cozy bed and a nice little native comfort, wouldn't you agree, Gregory? The ship was now in sight of the elegant yet dark shores of the drow country! For quite a few days the ship was in transit, guarded by the complimentary drow battleships. The vampire covens had been trying for quite a while to get a audience with the drow houses, and finally they had accepted. Almost immediately the highest ranking coven members were pushed aboard a lavish ship, known as 'The Siren's Wail'. The lands of the drow were prime for vampire housing, seeing as the skies above the darkened land never shined, giving ample opportunity to expand their houses. With the drow's slave system, it also allowed them to incorporate feeding without angering the locals into mad mobs. It was paradise from a vampire's eyes, besides their own homeland of Elysia. Gregory gave a slight sigh, rubbing a pale hand along his temple. For the few days they were on the ship, Vincent would not quiet himself about his excitement, of going to a new land, meeting new people, and making love to them. It quite annoyed the blond haired vampire, causing him to stare at the raven haired male in disdain. Can you at least wait until we get these hearings done, I don't need you pissing off these people with your deviancy. Gregory said in a low mannered growl. Vincent's ocean blue gaze seemed to slowly drift to the sight of the older vampire, grinning a most mischievous smile. He had been told several times by not just Gregory, but the whole damn ship to keep his sexual nature on the down low. Vincent's leather boots stepped to the rim of the ship, the vampire standing with only inches away from falling overboard. But can't you see these women have been dying for me, it's not just some hobby, it's my calling! Vincent exclaimed, holding his arms out wide as the winds pushed the flaps of his obsidian trench coat, his shoulder-length black hair drifting along with it. Gregory grabbed the cocky vampire by the flap of his coat, pulling him back on the deck of the ship with a much more vicious growl. I mean it, if you do anything to ruin this I will run you through myself, understand?! Gregory yelled with his hand coiled in Vincent's collar, dragging him only inches away from his face, his razor-sharp fangs exposed in hostility. Vincent yet had not lost his sly smirk, raising his arms into the air in a lazily surrender. But of course, despite my calling, I shall adhere to your command, for the time being! Vincent joked aloud, chuckling with a lack of free to his kin's show of hostility. Gregory's head fell limp, an open palm going over the front his own face. I swear.. --------------------------------- The proceedings were going as planned. Six vampires stood upon the floor of the giant hall, with the various drow house representatives lingering on the assorted balconies above, eying them with obvious curiosity. Gregory had been chatting them up for a while, Vincent and the other vampire delegates standing aside to let the vampire preach his negotiation of an alliance. Vincent's gaze seemed to dart about the room like a child looking for a plaything, a lick of his lips every so often as he spied a female with a rather impressive, delectable bust. But his next decided gaze wouldn't be because of sexual desires, at least not at first. A voice had rung out from one of the balconies, Gregory, Vincent, the delegates, and the official in the chair, which Vincent gathered as the drow who made the council discussions civil, looked to a young drow woman who approached the edge of her balcony. Silence, our most prominent house speaks, the judge said with a calm, stern voice, motioning to the female drow's balcony. Vincent immediately gave quite the smirk.