Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

All his life Seth had been lectured about the conflict between his family, the DeLune's, and the VanBuran household, training for the day when he would have to lead his people but it had all seemed so far off. His childhood was full of such things, lessons on combat and tactics, vague stories that always ended with the death of his ancestors at the hands of a VanBuran, and constant warning about what they did to his kind. It had always been so far away from him and if anything he believed it to be some minor conflict, one he wasn't a part of. That quickly changed when he came of age, his joyful young becoming nothing more than a delusion of better days when ignorance kept him blissful and happy. The truth of it all was horrible, constant killing and the death of loved ones at the hands of the enemy household, his Werewolf brethren being cut down for nothing more than living by the VanBuran household. He was raised being told that they had done nothing, that the VanBuran's used falsehoods to excuse their wretched actions and to bring death to the DeLune family. The constant warring cost many of his loved ones their lives, many of his childhood friends and even his brother had fallen to Vampire blades. The loss of family and friends hardened the once kind heart within him and when his father became injured he arose as a leader to his people, quickly making a name for himself on the battlefield and cutting his way through any VanBuran who stood in his way. Seth's inexperience turned to recklessness though and before long he was charging headfirst into the enemy ranks, slaughtering his enemies but each time seeming to come closer and closer to death as if he cared not for his own life. It was simply what happened when a Werewolf let their emotion control them, they became more powerful than ever but lost all sensibility in the process and no matter how strong willed or how intelligent they may be it would spiral out of control. Seth was no exception, as his troops did battle with the VanBuran he often found himself out away from the troops and fighting against many opponents at once. That was the situation he found himself in on the most recent skirmish, surrounded by five members of the VanBuran forces and behind their main lines without proper support. His rage had already taken over so their was no stopping him as he let out a ferocious snarl and leaped forward, slashing at the first soldier and cutting through him as if he wasn't even wearing armor, his limp body falling to the ground. He could smell the fear on the other soldiers around him, each of them shocked by the sight they had just witnessed, unable to look away from their fallen comrade. That was until his quick movement caught their attention, another of the men going down before they could react. Fear slowed the reflexes and as long as he had that he could destroy them. Unfortunately being behind enemy lines gave them reinforcements and although the initial group seemed frozen in place as more veteran soldiers filled in the gaps of the circle around him they found their courage again, moving as one like the vampires trained to do, each of the striking out in perfect unison. The initial wave of attacks did little more than scratch Seth but as he continued to slash and stab into the group his body compiled wounds, the silver of their blades weakening his body. It was in that moment one of them pierced his chest, the blade sliding through the thick plate armor on his back and coming out of his left pectoral. The Werewolf stopped in his tracks, the mind unable to process why his body was suddenly drained of everything and why he seemed so powerless. It was only when his head drooped down and he spotted the blade that it registered, that he felt mortal for the first time since his rage began to build, since his brother had died. By then the male couldn't hear and his vision was blurring, the last sight was of all the vampires once circling him running off after other enemies and of the sword disappearing back the way it came. That is when the battle ceased for Seth and he simply had images running through his head, strange ones at that of a young girl giggling and running alongside him and he couldn't help but think she was leading him to the afterlife, believing his heart to be pierced and his life to be over. Unknown to him the battle raged on, the sight of their leader dropping on the battlefield caused frenzy among the DeLune ranks and while the VanBuran troops outnumbered them they were quickly driven back by the enraged men. It didn't end quickly though and by the end the battlefield was littered with corpses from Vampire to Werewolf and sifting through the bodies for their leader became difficult. After hours of searching the risk of VanBuran reinforcements was too high and they had to pull back, leaving a presumed dead Seth on the battlefield. It was a Vampire who eventually discovered his body, shallow breathing being picked up by the sharp hearing of the vampire. Luckily for the young Werewolf it was not one of the soldiers but instead a servant of Lady Gabriella VanBuran. Soon enough he was picked up and dragged off the bloody field, taken to the nearby keep, his unconscious body brought inside and after receiving permission from the Lady was brought to the Anti-Chamber by two of her servants. He was a strange looking Werewolf on all accounts, he had a rather handsome build about him and a hairless face, not even stubble from a beard as was odd for any of his kind. His hair, though quite stained by blood, was dark brown. As with most of his kind his body had a good deal of muscle and a toned look to it that suggested great power as opposed to the more slender build of a Vampire, and while the Vampires skin was pale or fair his was rather tanned to suggest long days under the sun. The large male, standing nearly 6'2, was soon put in front of Gabriella by the two smaller servants so she could examine him. His body contained many visible wounds and some underneath the armor that adorned his body, though it was obvious one was greater than the other, the large gaping wound in his chest which due to the silver in the blades had yet to begin healing, causing a rather constant flow of blood to seep forth, if something wasn't done soon he would die, no matter how strong he was.