Thread: A Bloody Cause ( Ava & Valanaer)

His question only made the corner of her lax lips tug into a half a smile. As tempting as that sounds.... Speaking of the idea of her brother having his way with the cocky beast, I tire of all of this useless bloodshed. My entire family thinks me traitorous, or at least on the border. My brothers, however, think me only naive and allow their sister to do as she wishes, thinking it makes no dent in their advancement to killing off your kin. No one even remembers what we fight for. A tale only spun to make the other look the victim of those of another species. She sighed and was tempted to help him eat, but decided against. Almost forgetting that he was not of her kin. She could see the distrust in his eyes and hear it in his voice. Yet, she cared not. All seemed to distrust her. On both sides. Watching as he ate, she was surprised he could even lift the tankard of water in the first place. He was due more credit than she thought. Look at me... my father slain by your kin and here I sit helping you. The actions of one does not define the actions of all. But, like many others before you, both vampire and werewolf alike, that means nothing to you so I will just stop wasting my breath. The small smile quickly vanished as he requested in his own manner that she bandage him. The blood already running down his bare chest. the stench was vile, but she had grown somewhat use to it by now. To a tolerable degree. She ripped the bandages with ease and discarded the blood soaked linens. The wound had made the slightest bit of a recovery and that was a good sign. Still he would have to keep his movements from a minimum and she did not really have anything for his pain. The soft tips of a finger covered in an oily substance glided around the wound, keeping infections from forming. Then he was bandaged once more. All was cleaned and she stood up on her feet and walked off to her bedchambers and came back with a small pillow. Sit up. She plainly ordered and shoved the small pillow behind his back to make him more comfortable. In discomfort he could be tempted to move, opening his wound again. Plain and simple. Slender fingers raked through her long tendrils as she grabbed the goblet and sipped on its contents, walking over to her bedchambers to clean up and change her attire. About thirty minutes later, the goblet was empty and she dawned a simpler gown of red with a heart shaped bust line and her shoulders exposed for all to see. Hair left to freely fall, as she preferred and there was not too much of the garb to hinder her movement. Back into the ante chamber she walked. My guards do not know you are in here. My servants do. If the knight have the slightest inkling that there is a lycan in my room, my brothers will be here in a heart beat. I am not too fond of their visits. Now.. I will be back shortly. I have other people to see, hopefully all survived the night. The last part was more for herself than him. She slipped out of the thick double doors with a smile and a nod to the guards and walked down the hall. Agatha reported all being well save for one of their own. Even forcing blood on him was not enough to save the poor man's life. It was a better turn out than usual. After getting updates on the status of the battlefield, she was surprised to hear that nothing was happening. The Sanguine Knights had no word of the lycans. This was odd. Apparently something happened last night, but she was sure this was not the end of the war. Back to her bed chambers she walked, closing the door behind her. Leaning against the door in thought. Not the slightest word from your kin. Normally I would be elated, but this... this is not good. As much as I would love to see the end of this all.... something isn't right. She took a seat upon a chair before the fire, not really speaking to him.