Thread: Alex loves Krys very, very much! [Aember and Mrow]

Tristan had never really had a major moral battle going on in his head. To him, things were the way they were for a reason. Vampires were at the top of the social order because they deserved to be there. They were more sophisticated and deserving than any of the other races. Lycans were in the middle because they could work. They were worth something and could take a beating in the process. And humans were at the very bottom of things. They couldn't fight off a lycan, let alone a vampire. There had been a long history of violence between the races. Odds were equal at first, but then chaos ensued, and vampires took the lead. It had been that way for at least two centuries. Which was enough to make a very good and efficient system of things. Humans were captured, lycans were enslaved, and vampires were in charge. It was better this way. Human's morals would get in the way of making decisions. Lycans were quick to anger. But vampires had everything down perfect. Most were calm and quiet, and kept their emotions and values to themselves. That was if they even had any. And Tristan had very few. His parents had instilled next to nothing in his brain, except for the fact that he deserved anything that he wanted, and that he could very easily get it. But he was intelligent too. He knew that life wasn't all about objects and power and control. But he knew that those things were a big part of life. He wasn't going to get into a frivolous battle with himself about how he would react if he were in a lycan's position, because to him they were really dogs. Their outlook on everything was completely different. Vampires saw in color. Lycans saw in black and white. In a metaphorical sense at least. That was how Tristan understood it. Two completely different worlds. And none of them were really that important to Tristan, so he didn't bother. He was an entitled brat. One with wavy blonde -almost gold- hair that fell to his shoulders which was more than often pulled back behind his head. His build was lean, like most of the vampires were. Most of them had extreme self control, so it was odd to find one with a heavier build. But with this leanness he still looked quite intimidating. Perhaps it was the daunting way with which he held himself. Proud and strong. His eyes were also a haunting shade of a darker blue, which contrasted with the light color of his skin. He let out a growl and collapsed on an expensive looking antique sofa, glancing up at the mural on the ceiling. It had been painted there before he was born, and he was getting quite bored of it. Like most of the things in this house. Now a sigh escaped his plush lips at the thought of his own boredom. Those blue eyes of his rolled and he crossed his long legs over each other. He was wearing a pair of tight black pants that went down to the middle of his shins and a long sleeved white shirt that was halfway unbuttoned, his arms reclining back on the couch. Kendan. He expected a response right away. The lycan wasn't exactly his person servant, because Tristan hadn't wanted a personal servant. It would be too... Personal. He didn't want some incompetent thing getting in his way all the time. Instead he asked his parents for somebody that could be available to him at all times. Kendan wasn't a personal servant but he sure as hell was close enough.