Post by Immortal Swine on May 30, 2009 15:46:01 GMT -5
Prologue
Draken ran for his life, the Hunters where chasing him, he ran through the forests and stumbled upon a pool of blood. It was warm, steaming rose from it. He leaned down to get a drink but his mouth was sewn shut. He tried to scream as one of the hunter`s arrows pierced his back. A pair of pale cold hands grabbed his face and dragged him under. He felt upwards and got stuck on the ground. The sun came out and slowly burned him, his feet turned to ash and crumbled as it rose towards his head. He burned up and turned to ash.
Draken opened his eyes to find out it has been nothing but another dream. He felt his body still, stiff and straight. He barely remembered what happened. He looked up and saw nothing but black..nothing but darkness. He slowly lifted his arms and pushed up, the roof of the black and red coffin moved. He slid it to the side and lifted half of his body up. He yawned a little and looked around while still sitting in the Coffin. Draken took a quick glance inside and opened a bottle of human blood. He brought it to his mouth to only find it empty. He sighed and tossed the bottle out. Draken walked out of his Coffin that layed on a large stone format in the middle of the room. Around his room where few artwork from the most talented noblemen. Draken walked to the portrait that displayed the family. He gave a small smile when he saw his father, who had a gaunt face with a pony-tail. Vaultren had long hair that rested to his shoulders and Irvana had her hair tied. While Raven had loose hair like his. The room was a little dark, only the candle lights illuminated it.
He walked out of his room and made his way out to the halls. The halls where vaulted and closed, torches stood on the sides of the wall, illuminating the passage. It appeared he had been sleeping for a long time because the cobwebs grew and dust was everywhere. He heard the sound of metal clashing with other material and the battle cry of a young girl. Curiously he made his way to the training room only to find Raven with her Scimitar in her hand and a short blade in the other. She did few flips in the air before bringing her blades down on a training bag. Cutting the bag in half. He grinned a little and went to greet her. Raven turned her attention to Draken, she frowned a little and approached him. He had on black pants and gold trimmed shoes, however he wore no shirt. His face was extremely pale and old. It has been awhile since he had fed. Raven had on the rainment of the Crimson Scar, jet black light armor that coverd her body all the way to her neck. Her face was old, gaunt, sunken and pale. "Atlast you have awoken! it was getting boring without your presence". She said sarcastically. She ran and hugged him. He embraced her and looked around, few swords and daggers layed on a table while the arrows stuck on the wall. Skeletons of Orcs and Dark Elves layed on the cells, it appeared she took them for her training. "How long have I slumbered?" He asked, curiously. She chuckled and walked towards the arrows that stuck on the wall. "Three months...I woke up nine days before you". She said to him. He sat down on the seat by the weapons. "You havent fed at all! you must be starving". He said to her. Raven sighed while she stroked the silver dagger on her nails. "I took the liberty to wait for your slumber to be over. I have gathered some food from the outside. Get dressed. I shall prepare the meal". She whispered.
Draken smiled and walked out of the large training room. He changed into his outfit, the black and burgandy with gold trimmed shoes. He placed on the Necklace around his neck and put on the rings he received from his family years ago. He smelled blood from far away, the sweet scent of the red nectar made his mouth water. He walked into the dining area. A large table was in the room, it was covered with red covering and above it where silver pitchers and goblets, two of them where filled with the red liquid..filled with blood. He walked to the table and sat down. Where he sat was a plate with a human heart on it, with venison on the side, still fresh. He grabbed the fork and knife, about to cut through until Raven spoke from behind him. "Tsk Tsk Tsk! have you become so uncivilized already Draken? in our home, we await until everyone has sat down". He gave a faint laugh. "I suppose to..forgive me". He said under his breath. Raven sat down in front of him. Her gown was black and flowed through her body, it appeared confortable. She wore a bright red necklace on her neck and two rings on her hand. She grabbed a goblet and drank the blood. She gulped it down savagely. Slowly her features started to bore out. Her pale face turned to a regular color, her eyes turned from bright yellow to light red. She now looked as if a young 16 year old girl. Draken drank his cup, he slowly returned to his normal appearance. Not having fed for months he appeared to be dead and rotten, now he was a handsome young man..so he apppeared young. The blood was not fresh from the flesh..they appear fully human whn they drink fresh blood. He slowly cut through the meat of the heart and pierced it with his fork, he brought it to his mouth and chewed it, then swallowed a large chunk. He looked over at the blood in the bottle, then he turned to Raven. "I havent tried this in awhile..what blood is it?". Raven stared at him for a long time that seemed like an eternity. Her fearce eyes hypnotic and alive. "Orc blood, Orcs have a delicious, rich brothy blood. Like it?". She asked seductively. Draken nodded to her. "Its delightful". He said out loud. She shook her head slightly. "Good, there is more where that came from..I assure you". She took a letter from her pocket that had a rich seal on it, giving away that it was infact from a Vampiric family she placed it on the table. Draken looked over at her with curious eyes. Raven blinked and opened the letter. "Its from Irvana, I received it from the messanger few days ago, I never read it". She said, smiling slightly. Draken made a sound of approval. Raven wiped the blood from her mouth using her tongue and began to read the letter.
"Greetings my sister and brother. I have missed you alot. We all do. I have no word from mother or father, I fear they are dead. we have a few ancestors from our kin and heirs to the council here with us in the castle, so we are one step closer to our goal. To patron Clavicus Vile, beacon oer our affairs, we owe our successes and social stature. Our bond with Vile makes us unique among our kind, for his guidance steels our savage craving with reason and savvy. For him we live amidst mankind, and twist them to our will from offices of power. Soon the humans will be under our hand.
We where hoping you shared any information you might wield about father and mother, but I am certain you are busy with your own conflicts and nuisences. The grand ball last night was excellent, a pity you where not here. It would be more enjoyable if you both where there to crash it as always".
Draken and Raven laughed a bit. They still where trouble makers despite all thse years.
"Skyrim is bleak and ghastly. Nords have gotten boring, not as good as Night Elves or Imperial humans..Khajiit are delicious and sweet as well. Which is why we are going to Cyrodiil. Work here has dried up and we feel more welcomed in our native lands. We expect you to greet us, its been awhile. We have to meet once more. I do hope you are living safe and well hidden, preserve our ideals and way of life, two primary edicts shall be observed. Above all, reveal thyself and our Order to no other, for discretion is the greatest of our virtues. Do not feed where you may be found out, or on those who may not suspect your passing. Avoid daylight by lifestyle; dispel common belief in our kind, and maintain supple appearance through satisfaction of the thirst. Second, devote your pursuits to the procurement of influence, political and otherwise. Our strength is not in physical numbers, but in skillful manipulation of society. Always be mindful of our Patrons, and preserve the Order. Devote yourself to these ideals always, and the Order shall count you amongst our own. Keep in mind that we will meet again soon. I shall inform you when everything has been cleared out. Ah and Raven, convince Draken to find a beautiful pureblood for himself. Farewell for now. Safe Hunting.
Draken rolled his eyes and smirked a bit. Raven closed the letter and put it away in her gown. She took another sip from the goblet and spoke. " I cannot wait until we see them once more!". She said, smiling. Draken nodded and took another bite from the heart. "It will be pleasent to reunite with them". Raven drank the blood on her cup to the las drop and continued to speak. "Come with me to Skingrad. The Night is young and alive..we need a better feast than this, we can find something to snack on and maybe you can find a pureblood woman for yourself!". She teased.
Draken sighed and stood up. "We cannot take long, this place needs to be remade, the library needs a new selection of books.". He said looking around at the broken cabinets and chairs in the corner. "Do not worry about it now..we have all eternity to clean this place. Come, lets have some fun". She said to him before walking to her quarters. Draken smiled and mumbled in his breath. He walked to his room and opened his drawers and closet. He grabbed a black fancy garment and shirt along with black shiny boots. He walked to the armory and opened the ancient vampiric chest. He placed the key inside and turned it, openening the chest. Draken smiled as his Katana gleamed in his face. He brought it to his face and swung it in the air, then he sheathed it in his side. Draken went to Raven`s room to see what she was doing. He leaned at the doorway and waited for her. She put on golden bracelets on her arm and put on a fancy seductive outfit. He raised an eyebrow and asked her. "Tell me this..must you draw unescessary attention you yourself?". He teased around sarcastically and ironically as he was wearing a seductive outfit. She chuckled as she brushed her smooth black hair. "If we want a good meal then yes..absolutely". Raven said. She walked past him, she wore a perfume that was intoxicating. He nearly coughed at it because his senses of smell where so advanced.
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Draken climbed the ladder and walked out from the rock that layed next to a large tree, no one would expect there would be a large lair under there. Raven breathed deep. "Mmmm I can smell many different delicious selections". She said, whispering, closing her eyes and lifting her head up, smelling the air. She slowly turned her head to the town of Skingrad. Draken smiled. "Indeed. I am starving". Both of them made their way to the town of Skingrad. They walked to the City streets, oberving the people and smiling. Draken appeared to be 17 years old while Raven appeared to be 16. They smiled at the people and walked around, looking around the town and its novelties. Draken looked right through the house. The young kids sat on the table with their parents, eating supper. Draken nudged at Raven and whispered. "Children! they are easy to get and they dont put up a fight". Raven frowned at Draken. "I cannot enjoy it..I need a fight..however children are appetizing". She whispered. Draken kept pacing around, looking right throught the house. He sat on a bench and used the Hunter`s sight to see right through the walls. His mouth watered a bit just by seeing the children and the parents. "Well we can feed on the parents. We feed upon the children and they can put up a fight...hows that?". He asked her. Raven smirked. "Sounds delightful". Raven looked over to see a Breton walk out of the Colovian Traders. He was tall and strong, very muscular, life still young. She turned her head back to Draken. "I will go ahead and feed on the Breton, you can find someone for yourself. When its three hours after 12:00, we can rendezvous back here and feast on the family before sunrise". She whispered in a sinister manner, carefully eyeing the Skingrad guards walking by. Raven walked towards the Breton, she looked back and winked at Draken. He nodded at her and looked around for his prey. He noticed a young female Nord walking out, she was beautiful and appeared to be a lowly peasent. He grinned menacingly and followed her closely.
Usually the Vladmirs brought cattle to their underground dungeons. Instead Raven and Draken fed on people, luring them into their grasp.
Draken ran for his life, the Hunters where chasing him, he ran through the forests and stumbled upon a pool of blood. It was warm, steaming rose from it. He leaned down to get a drink but his mouth was sewn shut. He tried to scream as one of the hunter`s arrows pierced his back. A pair of pale cold hands grabbed his face and dragged him under. He felt upwards and got stuck on the ground. The sun came out and slowly burned him, his feet turned to ash and crumbled as it rose towards his head. He burned up and turned to ash.
Draken opened his eyes to find out it has been nothing but another dream. He felt his body still, stiff and straight. He barely remembered what happened. He looked up and saw nothing but black..nothing but darkness. He slowly lifted his arms and pushed up, the roof of the black and red coffin moved. He slid it to the side and lifted half of his body up. He yawned a little and looked around while still sitting in the Coffin. Draken took a quick glance inside and opened a bottle of human blood. He brought it to his mouth to only find it empty. He sighed and tossed the bottle out. Draken walked out of his Coffin that layed on a large stone format in the middle of the room. Around his room where few artwork from the most talented noblemen. Draken walked to the portrait that displayed the family. He gave a small smile when he saw his father, who had a gaunt face with a pony-tail. Vaultren had long hair that rested to his shoulders and Irvana had her hair tied. While Raven had loose hair like his. The room was a little dark, only the candle lights illuminated it.
He walked out of his room and made his way out to the halls. The halls where vaulted and closed, torches stood on the sides of the wall, illuminating the passage. It appeared he had been sleeping for a long time because the cobwebs grew and dust was everywhere. He heard the sound of metal clashing with other material and the battle cry of a young girl. Curiously he made his way to the training room only to find Raven with her Scimitar in her hand and a short blade in the other. She did few flips in the air before bringing her blades down on a training bag. Cutting the bag in half. He grinned a little and went to greet her. Raven turned her attention to Draken, she frowned a little and approached him. He had on black pants and gold trimmed shoes, however he wore no shirt. His face was extremely pale and old. It has been awhile since he had fed. Raven had on the rainment of the Crimson Scar, jet black light armor that coverd her body all the way to her neck. Her face was old, gaunt, sunken and pale. "Atlast you have awoken! it was getting boring without your presence". She said sarcastically. She ran and hugged him. He embraced her and looked around, few swords and daggers layed on a table while the arrows stuck on the wall. Skeletons of Orcs and Dark Elves layed on the cells, it appeared she took them for her training. "How long have I slumbered?" He asked, curiously. She chuckled and walked towards the arrows that stuck on the wall. "Three months...I woke up nine days before you". She said to him. He sat down on the seat by the weapons. "You havent fed at all! you must be starving". He said to her. Raven sighed while she stroked the silver dagger on her nails. "I took the liberty to wait for your slumber to be over. I have gathered some food from the outside. Get dressed. I shall prepare the meal". She whispered.
Draken smiled and walked out of the large training room. He changed into his outfit, the black and burgandy with gold trimmed shoes. He placed on the Necklace around his neck and put on the rings he received from his family years ago. He smelled blood from far away, the sweet scent of the red nectar made his mouth water. He walked into the dining area. A large table was in the room, it was covered with red covering and above it where silver pitchers and goblets, two of them where filled with the red liquid..filled with blood. He walked to the table and sat down. Where he sat was a plate with a human heart on it, with venison on the side, still fresh. He grabbed the fork and knife, about to cut through until Raven spoke from behind him. "Tsk Tsk Tsk! have you become so uncivilized already Draken? in our home, we await until everyone has sat down". He gave a faint laugh. "I suppose to..forgive me". He said under his breath. Raven sat down in front of him. Her gown was black and flowed through her body, it appeared confortable. She wore a bright red necklace on her neck and two rings on her hand. She grabbed a goblet and drank the blood. She gulped it down savagely. Slowly her features started to bore out. Her pale face turned to a regular color, her eyes turned from bright yellow to light red. She now looked as if a young 16 year old girl. Draken drank his cup, he slowly returned to his normal appearance. Not having fed for months he appeared to be dead and rotten, now he was a handsome young man..so he apppeared young. The blood was not fresh from the flesh..they appear fully human whn they drink fresh blood. He slowly cut through the meat of the heart and pierced it with his fork, he brought it to his mouth and chewed it, then swallowed a large chunk. He looked over at the blood in the bottle, then he turned to Raven. "I havent tried this in awhile..what blood is it?". Raven stared at him for a long time that seemed like an eternity. Her fearce eyes hypnotic and alive. "Orc blood, Orcs have a delicious, rich brothy blood. Like it?". She asked seductively. Draken nodded to her. "Its delightful". He said out loud. She shook her head slightly. "Good, there is more where that came from..I assure you". She took a letter from her pocket that had a rich seal on it, giving away that it was infact from a Vampiric family she placed it on the table. Draken looked over at her with curious eyes. Raven blinked and opened the letter. "Its from Irvana, I received it from the messanger few days ago, I never read it". She said, smiling slightly. Draken made a sound of approval. Raven wiped the blood from her mouth using her tongue and began to read the letter.
"Greetings my sister and brother. I have missed you alot. We all do. I have no word from mother or father, I fear they are dead. we have a few ancestors from our kin and heirs to the council here with us in the castle, so we are one step closer to our goal. To patron Clavicus Vile, beacon oer our affairs, we owe our successes and social stature. Our bond with Vile makes us unique among our kind, for his guidance steels our savage craving with reason and savvy. For him we live amidst mankind, and twist them to our will from offices of power. Soon the humans will be under our hand.
We where hoping you shared any information you might wield about father and mother, but I am certain you are busy with your own conflicts and nuisences. The grand ball last night was excellent, a pity you where not here. It would be more enjoyable if you both where there to crash it as always".
Draken and Raven laughed a bit. They still where trouble makers despite all thse years.
"Skyrim is bleak and ghastly. Nords have gotten boring, not as good as Night Elves or Imperial humans..Khajiit are delicious and sweet as well. Which is why we are going to Cyrodiil. Work here has dried up and we feel more welcomed in our native lands. We expect you to greet us, its been awhile. We have to meet once more. I do hope you are living safe and well hidden, preserve our ideals and way of life, two primary edicts shall be observed. Above all, reveal thyself and our Order to no other, for discretion is the greatest of our virtues. Do not feed where you may be found out, or on those who may not suspect your passing. Avoid daylight by lifestyle; dispel common belief in our kind, and maintain supple appearance through satisfaction of the thirst. Second, devote your pursuits to the procurement of influence, political and otherwise. Our strength is not in physical numbers, but in skillful manipulation of society. Always be mindful of our Patrons, and preserve the Order. Devote yourself to these ideals always, and the Order shall count you amongst our own. Keep in mind that we will meet again soon. I shall inform you when everything has been cleared out. Ah and Raven, convince Draken to find a beautiful pureblood for himself. Farewell for now. Safe Hunting.
Draken rolled his eyes and smirked a bit. Raven closed the letter and put it away in her gown. She took another sip from the goblet and spoke. " I cannot wait until we see them once more!". She said, smiling. Draken nodded and took another bite from the heart. "It will be pleasent to reunite with them". Raven drank the blood on her cup to the las drop and continued to speak. "Come with me to Skingrad. The Night is young and alive..we need a better feast than this, we can find something to snack on and maybe you can find a pureblood woman for yourself!". She teased.
Draken sighed and stood up. "We cannot take long, this place needs to be remade, the library needs a new selection of books.". He said looking around at the broken cabinets and chairs in the corner. "Do not worry about it now..we have all eternity to clean this place. Come, lets have some fun". She said to him before walking to her quarters. Draken smiled and mumbled in his breath. He walked to his room and opened his drawers and closet. He grabbed a black fancy garment and shirt along with black shiny boots. He walked to the armory and opened the ancient vampiric chest. He placed the key inside and turned it, openening the chest. Draken smiled as his Katana gleamed in his face. He brought it to his face and swung it in the air, then he sheathed it in his side. Draken went to Raven`s room to see what she was doing. He leaned at the doorway and waited for her. She put on golden bracelets on her arm and put on a fancy seductive outfit. He raised an eyebrow and asked her. "Tell me this..must you draw unescessary attention you yourself?". He teased around sarcastically and ironically as he was wearing a seductive outfit. She chuckled as she brushed her smooth black hair. "If we want a good meal then yes..absolutely". Raven said. She walked past him, she wore a perfume that was intoxicating. He nearly coughed at it because his senses of smell where so advanced.
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Draken climbed the ladder and walked out from the rock that layed next to a large tree, no one would expect there would be a large lair under there. Raven breathed deep. "Mmmm I can smell many different delicious selections". She said, whispering, closing her eyes and lifting her head up, smelling the air. She slowly turned her head to the town of Skingrad. Draken smiled. "Indeed. I am starving". Both of them made their way to the town of Skingrad. They walked to the City streets, oberving the people and smiling. Draken appeared to be 17 years old while Raven appeared to be 16. They smiled at the people and walked around, looking around the town and its novelties. Draken looked right through the house. The young kids sat on the table with their parents, eating supper. Draken nudged at Raven and whispered. "Children! they are easy to get and they dont put up a fight". Raven frowned at Draken. "I cannot enjoy it..I need a fight..however children are appetizing". She whispered. Draken kept pacing around, looking right throught the house. He sat on a bench and used the Hunter`s sight to see right through the walls. His mouth watered a bit just by seeing the children and the parents. "Well we can feed on the parents. We feed upon the children and they can put up a fight...hows that?". He asked her. Raven smirked. "Sounds delightful". Raven looked over to see a Breton walk out of the Colovian Traders. He was tall and strong, very muscular, life still young. She turned her head back to Draken. "I will go ahead and feed on the Breton, you can find someone for yourself. When its three hours after 12:00, we can rendezvous back here and feast on the family before sunrise". She whispered in a sinister manner, carefully eyeing the Skingrad guards walking by. Raven walked towards the Breton, she looked back and winked at Draken. He nodded at her and looked around for his prey. He noticed a young female Nord walking out, she was beautiful and appeared to be a lowly peasent. He grinned menacingly and followed her closely.
Usually the Vladmirs brought cattle to their underground dungeons. Instead Raven and Draken fed on people, luring them into their grasp.