Thread: Spoils of Blood (Vixen_mistress and Google)

RE Spoils of Blood The others were looking at him with envy, clearly the coveted with what he had claimed for himself... but they knew better then to challenge him for it. Already minor scuffles were breaking out among the lowest ranking of those assembled in the room as they squabbled for what they wanted among what was left. Still Draken really didn't want to let others even think for a moment that he wasn't going to contend for what he had claimed as his own and sneering at those behind him, raising the hand that was not holding her chain Draken allowed sparks of eldritch power crackle up his arm and gather into his hand for a moment. He was chief among the sorcerers of the vampire nations army, standing in the midst of the high ranking warriors and men who had risen to their station through tactical prowess and cunning. In a straight fight against them, though he had worked to learn the arts of traditional warfare, then he would likely end up slain but there would be no straight up fight if they pushed it, Draken had worked hard to empower himself through mystical means... born with a talent for the magical arts he had not needed to stoop to arcane bargins made with fell beings that a Warlock would need to make. The display of power, though a rather blunt one lacking any subtly, seemed to remind the others what they were dealing with. He was not a part of their chain of command, he operated outside of it and only reported directly to the Vampiric High Council, to the Council chair responsible for the use of magic by vampires, Sorcerers, Warlocks, and Alchemists were all under his perview and Draken had his eye on the seat though it would be some time until he could claim it... but he was approaching his second century and had learned to be patient and play the long game. Your name is whatever I tell you it is. He half growled to her as he turned her attention back towards her, his eyes running over her body with clear lust shining through the hunger for blood, he had expended quite a bit of magic that day and needed to feed in order to recover... virgin blood being the best, particularly a virgin elfs blood. But you have the right idea there, my name is Draken, but you will call me Master until I direct you to call me something else. Bending and twisting his head he leaned in closer to her, inhaling deeply before starting to sniff at her as though he were a wild animal, her fear was clear to him as though it had been written in bold letters on her face and it was right that she felt fear, he was in charge then and there, he had all the power. It seemed that he had chosen wisely, they had no portraits of the princess but they did know the name of the heir to the elven kingdom they were taking... Ariya. Though her status would get her no special treatment having claimed the heir to this land would be beneficial to Draken, a minor edge that he might be able to put to use as the princess might come in handy putting down any potential rebellion that might occur. I chose well princess. He mocked her, his voice a low whisper. Now I have no doubt that some general has set himself up in your fathers chambers but your former living space might still be untouched, why don't you lead me there? The sooner he got her away from others the better, he needed to feed and while some had already sank their fangs into their chosen meal he would rather have a little privacy for the time being before anyone caught on to the fact that he was quite drained and got a smart idea. Now get a move on princess, what little patience I have is wasting away and once it is gone I promise that you will not be happy.