The Shadow Blade {OPEN}

[BlackRose]

Amadeus nodded agreeing with Raven, "that is very true our clan was never really big i think its personal really there are a few left... at least i hope there are. " he finished the blood it tasted familair.

"sister?"

"yes Amadeus?"

"is this that elf you told me about..whats his name again?"

"Camthalion is his true name and yes he lives. but for how much longer i can not say... brother be careful of things out there... there are these doorways to hell itself opening everywhere. deadra and..and..d**n my brother please be careful." she said obviously Alessandra knew more than she was saying. but it was painful for her.

"my little sister i will be careful..." he finished his goblet and gave it too her. his amulet shining it was the shape of a sun like hers but made of a solid ruby like stone. he turned to Marcella. "now Marcella..."

"yeah yeah i know behave shesh... you make it sound like i don't?"

"because you don't..." Alessandra and Amadeus said at the same time.

"for mother and father...." Alessandra said to her brother.

"yes.. " he squeezed her shoulder then left, into the dawn.

" i guess you would like to sleep now that it is getting daylight? i have rooms downstairs. in the basement and upstairs mine is in the tallest part though privilege for owning the place..." Alessandra smiled. "though i do have to ask what do you prefer to sleep in? a coffin or a actual bed?" Alessandra turning on her hostess mode.

[Immortal Swine]

Draken froze for a second, recognizing the name. "I know him, saw him once in Layawiin. He is a hybrid?" Draken asked.

"Deadra" Raven whispered hatefully. "I hate Mehrunes Dagon, I hate these gates, and whoever this Camthalion is, I hate him as well. I heard he is related to Mankar, bad enough another one of Usurpers decendants have to persue their never ending ridiculous crusade" she said, looking over at Draken.

"But there is a problem." Raven smiled, taking another sip. "History always repeats itself and we dont die often. Mankar's bloodline do. Most of them actually."

Draken shook his head. "Fighting the Daedra can wait"

"IF we wait, then it will be late to fight and it will be too late to win" Raven sighed, turning to Amadeus, taking a glance at his sun amulet, it made her uneasy. Even if she didnt see the sun in recent weeks, she just glimpsed it in amulet fashion. Why would a vampire wear that?.

"May darkness always find you and guide you" Raven said to him.


"I dont want this talk of Deadric relations, it is far too early. I must get to rest. We shall be on my way first thing tonight. I appreciate the hospitality" Raven sighed.

Draken made a sound of dissaproval. Always got to listen to Raven and she was the youngest. By a few months. But she proved herself to be the smartest and more cunning..even as a child. Draken was going to ask what Marcella was going to do that moment, but Raven already interrupted him.

"Draken and I will share a room, upstairs. I do prefer coffins, never really cherished the bed types"

"What if she has one coffin" Draken said, crossing his fingers in his mind, hoping there was ne coffin so he wouldnt have to sleep in the room with her. Bad things happen when they share a room. The haunting memories of when they were children..Draken shook his head, dismissing the thoughts.

"Does not matter, I can sleep in it, you can take the floor if you want, or crawl into a nice rat hole" she teased.

Draken agreed anyways, he would't go to sleep so soon. The house was fairly large, he wanted to explore it a bit, get to know some things before departing. Of course, when everyone is slumbering, he could sneak out of the room.

[BlackRose]

Marcella watched the siblings one was woefully dominate of the other it happened. her sister just shook her head. Marcella went as re occupied the chair her brother sat in her amulet catching the fire light. her amulet looked vaguely similar to her brother's and sister's except made of green amber. she laid in the chair legs on one side of a arm rest while leaning against the other.

"i do have a coffin in this house, my brother normally uses it on his rare visits. but unfortunately it isn't upstairs it is in the basement and i daresay the basement is much better decorated than the upstairs. " though she tilted her head about Camthalion.

"the elf is harmless, poor thing has been on the run for about a hundred years out running hounds of the old orders, and his own family. he is but a Bard and thief, good bard too." she said as she waved Raven towards her. To behind the stair case that Marcella walked down a carved wooden door with a decorated handle sat here.

"Draken dose not need to go to sleep if he doesn't want too, i keep strange hours. as dose my sister..." she noticed Raven look at the amulet her brother were.

"do the amulets unnerve you?" she asked simply not insulting. " it is something my father could do, make amulets to protect vampires from the sun. the crest of our coven was two hands holding a sun.... i do not know if he succeeded teaching Marcella the magic behind it before he was murdered. "

She said as she head for the basement and true to her word it was much lavishly decorated than anythign upstairs. the hard stone walls were draped with tapestries and fabrics runnign along the floor spilling unto the carpet that Alessandra walked on. chandeliers made of wrote iron with gems hanging off them were placed on the ceiling. there were small statues in between the paintings some wistful and others damning and violent. a few painting were on the walls over the tapestries all of various spots of the world. though at the end of the hall was a large woven wall scroll, the wall scroll was held by two statures of carved gargoyles right out of the wall and ceiling. It had no tapestries behind it and on it was the Drusus' family Crest two hands holding a sun. to the each side of it were paintings. of two couples one was a man and woman who looked similar to Amadeus and Marcella, and the other a pair with a man who looked like the who was apparently the two purebreeds from upstairs father, and the woman stricking.

{{ooc: the crest mind you i edited the original image heavily... and i am working on a version that looks like a tapestry particularly for her journal}}

Alessandra opened the door to her right another decorated door to open a room with a coffin in it. the said coffin was made of black marble with gold apparently running threw it. it was plainly decorated on the top with a carved rose but the sides were decorated with dark and grotesque imagery.

The room itself was decorated lushly and almost tacky but comfortable. the walls were decorated similar to the halls except slightly different. The tapestries didn't run along the floor they stopped at the floor leaving room for the fine rugs on the floor to be shown. the room itself was decorated that either a male or female could stay here.
"here is the room... it is hard to acquire more coffins as people ask way too many questions..." Alessandra said leaving Raven to her room. "do rest well..." she said as she left.
{{ooc: if Draken went with her anyway just imagine in the writing that he did... and if he did his room would be right across from hers... i'll do that room next. }}

[Immortal Swine]

Raven chuckled loudly. "Harmless? No, I think not. I have seen many "harmless" fellows turn out to be more than trouble, more than an average threat. Dont understimate..the "harmless" ones." Raven bothered. Turning to Marcella, about the amulet. "Protect from the sunlight? Are we already not affected by it once we feed?"

Draken sighed. "I'll take it" he said, walking towards downstairs. He smiled faintly at Marcella and Alessandra, but before he would have an audience with them, he had to speak in privte with Raven. He knew her well enough that she wanted to say something that Alessandra and marcella were not really suppose to hear. Draken froze for a few seconds, studying the art work of the painting. He remembers the painting that he had of him and the family..he remember it was stolen and over a hundred years later he found it, being sold by a gambler. The gambler noticed Draken and the character in the painting were the same, so he offered more. Not caring if Draken was a vampire or not, he was in serious debt so he needed the money. Raven never gave the man a chance.

The basement was beautiful, lovely. Reminded them of back home. It was plainly decorated on the top with a carved rose but the sides were decorated with dark and grotesque imagery. The room itself was decorated lushly and almost tacky but comfortable. the walls were decorated similar to the halls except slightly different. The tapestries didn't run along the floor they stopped at the floor leaving room for the fine rugs on the floor to be shown. the room itself was decorated that either a male or female could stay here.

"One coffin is good enough. Draken could get the floor" Raven said, laughing as Alessandra left.
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Draken sighed. "I am not tired, I'll probably stay awake".

"Good, I need to speak with you." She said, shutting the door behind her.

"What is it?"

"Dont get too confortable here, Draken. We are only staying for awhile. I dont want to get involved with their troubles. Their conflicts are none of our concern. Dont get too attached.It will only give us more trouble than we already have".

Draken nodded. "They seem trustworthy" He said.

Raven leaned next to the coffin. "Yes, they do seem that way. But looks can be deceiving. I dont have to tell you that, Draken."

"No, you dont. I dont know why you seem to care now, despite all that happened". Draken said bitterly, recalling more problems that happenened between them when they were kids.

Draken began to understand his sister, why she always was presumed to be superior, because she was always cautious. She never valued anyone's life other than hers and her her family because her mother never really payed much attention to her. In Raven's point of view. Raven harbored deep mental instabilities, believing her mother favored Draken over her. Raised by her father in an environment devoid of a mother-figure, Raven had to be nothing less than perfect in her father's eyes. Draken saw Raven as a lost soul.


A true megalomaniac, Raven desired power from a young age, suggesting that her father would make a better Ancient leader than the heir apparent, her Uncle Luten. Draken recalled when Luten sent a doll for Raven, and a dagger for Draken, while he was gone for war. Raven squeezed the doll in her hands, setting it to flames, angrily.. Not long after this, her cousin Jeralious was killed, causing Luten to abandoning his legendary 600 day siege at Hammerfell, which in turn prompted Raven to call him "a quitter and a loser".

Those days were so long ago, very long ago. But the memories last forever. Most of them made Draken want to set Raven into flames were she stood, but he could'nt help to know, he needed her just as she needed him. Most people didn't see the fact that they were bitter enemies when they were kids to teenagers.


Shortly after receiving this news, Raven and the rest of the family went before Ancient vampire, Ozarim, and she put on a spectacular display of her destruction spell prowess. Draken tried the same thing, trying to be better, however she smugged heavily when he tried the same performance and failed. When Ozarim sent everyone but their father out of the room, Raven took her brother and hid behind the curtains. From there, she watched her father request that he be made a Ancient Elder instead of Luten. When Draken fled in fear from the Ancient's anger, Raven stayed to watch with amusement. Raven after that then supposedly heard her grandfather sentence her brother to death, a fact that she wasted no time in gleefully reporting to the brother in question. She taunted him until her mother angrily pulled her away for a private talk.

Raven got in trouble, Draken was pretty happy. He also remember seeing her playing with the dagger that he had received from Luten and coolly announcing that their grandfather had passed away and their mother had vanished. Soon after, she was watching her father's coronation with glee. No love developed between her and Draken throughout the next few years, as the patriarch apparently began to favor her more and more over her brother during that period. His family was a harsh family.


.

"Dad's going to kill you, no really, he is" Raven said in a sing along manner, teasing her brother because he had just gave information to the guests, information that was suppose to be family buisness. Draken had that problem, revealing things unintentionally. Even when his uncle had betrayed everyone by joining with the opposite side, he still had visited his uncle in the dungeons. Draken had threatened a guard to keep his mouth shut about the meeting. Raven suspected something was up because he always left during the day. Draken remembered it well.
"So, I hear you’ve been to visit your uncle fatso in the dungeon"

"That guard told you!" Draken said angrily

"No...you did...just now." Raven said rudely.
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Draken recalled another moment, when he was a teenager. Eighteen years old. Sent to kill the powerful Wizard who walked Cyrodiil, who aided enemy clans. In a foolish persuit of revenge against Draken for killing his best friend. Draken's father, sent him to deal with the problem because it was his fault, even IF Draken's father sent him to kill the man in the first place. Draken was responsible. Banished for 3 years, never seeing his family. His uncle was there to help him. Raven was sent to deal with him and find out what the delay was. Draken refused to explain and Raven found the location of the Wizard in less time than it took to even think it. Raven "killed" the Wizard by shocking him with lightning, but she didnt know he had special healing properties. Draken did, but he said nothing.


He returned home only to discover that his father welcomed him with a hug, proudly congradulating Draken for slaying the Wizard, even though Raven did it. It didn't make any sense at first, not until after he discovered that Raven told her father that Draken killed the wizard, not her. The conversation he had made it obvious that the Wizard somehow survived. When Draken at last meets his father, Raven misinformed him that he was the one who killed the Wizard. Perplexed, Draken immediately goes to Raven's chamber to question her actions.

"You seem so downcast..has Rayne gotten to you already?"


"I havent' seen dad yet. I haven't seen him in three years. Since I was banished." Draken said.

"So what?" Revan said.

"So I didn't kill the Wizard" Draken said.

"Who cares? The wizard is dead. Unless, you think that somehow the wizard miraculously survived." she said, staring deeply at him. Noticing his reaction.

Draken remembered the magic potion he had, to restore one from death. Raven noticed his defiant action.

"No. There's no way he could have survived."

"Well then I'm sure you have nothing to worry about." Raven said, not fully convinced. Hours after that, Draken had an audience with his father, the Patriarch, ruler of the Coven.

Draken approached the room, keeling down on the cold floor as the Patriarch circled Draken. "I am proud of you Prince Draken, I am proud because you & your sister conquered the land in Hammerfell, I am proud because when your loyalty was tested, by your treacherous uncle, you did the right thing and captured the traitor. And I am proud most of all, of your legendary accomplishment. You slayed the great wizard"

Draken froze, unable to say anything quickly...searching his mind. Was this a ruse? a lie? I didn't kill the Wizard, Raven did!. "What did you hear?" Draken said, keeping the truth from escaping in his expression.

"Raven told me everything. She said she was amazed & impressed by your power and ferocity. At the moment of truth" The patriarch said, holding his hands behind his back. Draken was dismissed, walking away, confused. Daylight came, and he went to Raven's chambers, she was sleeping..so she seemed. Draken busted the door open, already speaking against her.

"Why did you do it?" he asked.

Raven opened her eyes slowly, speaking in a seductive tone. "Your going to have to be a little more specific"

"Why did you tell father that I was responsible for killing the Wizard?"

Raven sighed heavily. "Cant this wait until tonight?"

"IT CANT"

Raven sat up from her coffin, checking her nails. "Fine" she said. "You seemed so worried on how father would treat you because you didnt kill the Wizard. I figured if I gave you the credit, you had nothing to worry about"

Draken wiggled his nose and spoke softly. "But why?"

"Call it a..generous gesture. I wanted to thank you for your help. And I was happy to share the glory." Raven smiled.

Draken frowned. "Your lying!"

Raven sighed once more, getting up and yawning, stretching her arms. "If you say so.."

"You have another motive for doing this, I just havent figured out what it is"

"Please Draken. What ulterior motive could I have? What could I possibly gain by letting you get all the glory for defeating the Wizard? Unless, somehow, the Wizard was actually alive? All that glory would suddenly turn to shame and foolishness....... But, you said yourself, that was impossible." Raven grimaced.

Draken stomped out of the room, finally seeing her cruel action. "Sleep well, Draky" Raven whispered.
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Raven snapped her fingers. "Still there? You seem sleeping while standing".

Draken snapped out of his memories and frowned at Raven. Despite what she said, she was always the same Raven. The same manipulative Raven. She never changed..

"This conversation is for another time" Draken said, leaving the room. Obviosult stung by his memories. Raven did not understand, it didnt cross her mind.

"Draken" Raven grabbed hs shoulders. "Dont get to attached with them, be mindful" she warned. Draken shrugged her off and continued to walk out of the room to speak to Marcella and Alessandra.

Draken said. "Sleep well, Rave" He said.

"Likewise" Raven said to him. Heading upstairs, Draken changed his facial expression to a friendly one, a peaceful one. He didnt want anyone to know about his problem. He saw Marcella and Alessandra by the fire place. He approached them, smiling. "Nice place you have here". He said, scratching his head, searching for another good pathway to a decent conversation.

[BlackRose]

Alessandra walked away as she shut the door behind her, there affairs were none of her business unless they asked. and Alessandra had a feeling they wouldn't ask most specifically Raven. she walked back down the hallway, she often wondered about that it was said the Cyrodillic Vampire's made a deal with Clavicus vile, but it seemed it didn't always work. and her family could go long periods with out feeding. she thought as her footsteps were muffled by the carpet and draperies.

she left the basement hallway and saw her sister lunging across a chair.

"you do know that's isn't how you sit in those?" she said as she sat on the couch. she folded her legs to the side of her. folding her hands in her lap her jeweled fingers catching the fire lite.

"so who is he?" Marcella said after a while of silence

"excuse me?" Alessandra said almost startled out of the silence.

"the man you found..." Marcella said matter of factly

"Draken i just met him " purposely avoiding the question.

"no not him, brother and me could tell who is he" she said letting her head fall as she looked at her sister upside down. her dark hair falling to the floor.

"oh him..." Alessandra said with a small smile " he is..."

"mortal i know i can smell him all over you, he smells nice." Marcella said as she cut of her sister again while licking her lips he smelt tasty.

"he is nice i am rather attached to him " she stated giving her sister a look.

"dose he know?" she said as she re adjusted her self up right and turning to her sister.

"yes." Alessandra said simply

"everything?" Marcella asked stunned

"no" she said a little sad

"you gonna tell him" she said while playing with her amulet.

"..........eventually" she said finally a little sad.

"are you going to turn him?" Marcella asked taking a sip of real wine

"only if he wants..." Alessandra said softly

"'lessandra? it will hurt your immortal heart..."

"i know but i can't let the same thing happen to him as it has to
the Count's wife..." she said with a grimace as she remembers the wife sleeping to the day she could have her immortal life end...

"... fine... brother will be unhappy..." Marcella huffed folding her arms.

"do not tell him he has enough to worry about..."

"yes catching that d**n murderer." Marcella stated not happy she was dragged away from her home.

"how did he get to mom? after he got father?" Alessandra asked curiously

"we don't' know Amadeus is going to check on the others of our clan but if our uncle is dead. Amadeus is the head of the clan, and that worries him. "

" yes soon we will be the heads.. i wish it wasn't to be so. " Alessandra said not wishing to leave she was building a life. She loved her family but they never expected Alessandra, Marcella or Amadeus to become the figure heads of the family.

"yes our family has been content for a long while with our leaders." Marcella spoke obviously unhappy with the situation.

"i am worried for Amadeus..."

"oh Alessandra just marry him already.." Marcella said exasperated.

"no."

Marcella gave her sister a look. "the main reason father turned you was for a companion for Amadeus. as well as get you away from that disgusting life you had you deserved better. "

"that is why we will never wed Amadeus is fine by himself he wishes for no children, no partner..." Alessandra sounded like she was used to saying such things.

"i know... he had a mortal 'toy' for a while..."

"what happened?" Alessandra said surprised

"he was killed... by a group of marauders or a rival of his i am unsure. for a while though... he tried having a few more afterwords he just couldn't put his heart in it." Marcella waved her hand dismissing her brother. "but seriously what is this boy like?"

"he is a half breed of the mortal kind he is strong and gentle... much like..." Alessandra couldn't bring herself to say his name.

"him.. i figured as much..." Marcella said reaching for her sister's hand giving ii a squeeze. "if he is like him 'lessandra he will love you no matter what."

"you make it sound like- oh hello Draken" Alessandra turned to the man as he came from the basement. smiling at his start of conversation.
"yes it has taken a while to make it so the mortals that father had rent here... " she shook her head. "you'd think people who live in the temple district would have better things to do really?" but then paused. "have a seat no need to stand. i will be hiring help soon, a werewolf owes me." Alessandra said with a smile. Marcella cackled at the idea.
" oh the poor fuzzy wuzzies pride has fallen eh?" she said with a grin.
"no i am going to pay him... to find me proper help." Alessandra said matter-of-factly.

Alessandra was silent for a while after that. pleased to just relax against the plush dark rich couch she occupied.

Marcella turned to Draken "don't mind her she is the silent thoughtful type" she said with a grin and Alessandra rolled her eyes.

[Immortal Swine]

" I can tell" Draken said, noticing a change in conversation looking for a place to sit. "Werewolves, huh? very interesting." He said, pausing. He wasn't good at conversations, he usually ruined it by saying something utterly destructive. He wasn't a people person like Raven. Draken chuckled a bit, trying not too. A muffled laugh, when he saw Marcella sitting upside down in the chair. Reminded him of some people, a person in a matter of fact. Their clan seemed strange, never once he actually met a different clan..that remained different. The clans he met eaither was destroyed or united onto one single Coven.

"You, stay awake during the day?" he asked, confused a bit. Ironically, he was awake also, but thats because he was used to it, visiting his uncle in the dungeons. "You have any more of that hybrid nectar?" He added.

[BlackRose]

Alessandra nodded and pointed to the bottle in Marcella's hand. "that is the second bottle of the stuff i have i have a whole case i have garnered from him over the years... his blood keeps rather well."
Marcella grabbed another goblet and poured him some handing it too Draken.
" i personally love the stuff I'd always have a bottle with me makes me feel like i can perform any spell with ease." Marcella said happily taking another sip.

"ah Alessandra will be going to bed in a bout a hour for only a few hours ...a habit she has never been able to break since her turning." Marcella said sadly but changed the subject quickly.

"but ah you see these amulets? they let us go out in the day light when ever. our clan has no love for Clavicus Vile. we believe our grandfather made a deal with Azura. for the knowledge, for the protection the sun feels like moonlight and doesn't burn. " she said looking at the green amber amulet.

"Azura is normally against vampire's, but our clan she likes for we only turn those who ask or want. never do we spread it just for the hell of it. i am not saying your clan dose whomever they are. but this is the reason Azura favors us. we also normally have a cure for the disease on us at all times... our uncle was working on a cure that would restore life to us. instead of death once cured." Alessandra said as she stood.
"i am going to bed... Marcella you know where your room is. Draken the room opposite from the one Raven is in. i apologize if you wished for a Coffin i plan on getting another one soon..." she said and made her way upstairs.

"my darling sister..." Marcella shook her head. " i will see you later tonight..." she turned to Draken.
"alright so its just you and me eh? " Marcella laughed all in good fun "so what brings you too the Imperial city? i don't recognize you or your sister? then again i normally don't get out much. as i lived near my parents home. a restored ruin they found underground its glorious actually. " she said hoping to get the boy to speak... well he wasn't really a boy but most were next to her and her family.

[Immortal Swine]

Draken took another gulp of the drink, drinking it all down. It was delicious just as they said. Draken watched Alessandra leave the pureblood together. Yes, it seemed his predicitons were correct also. Alessandra was turned. He made a sickly noise when he drank down the blood. Turned vampires, they were always a problem. Especially the one who had to take over Nirn..and he had almost no allies at all. It was funny to him, he though all Cyrodiilic vampires were immune to the sun when well fed. Were Alessandra's clan even Cyrodiilic?

"Most unfortunate. It would be a pity of that Amulet of your were to suddenly fall from your neck. Deadric princes such as Azura, always demand a price." he joked, obviously showing a bitterness towards Daedric forces. Draken got himself confortable in his seat, starting to enjoy the conversation.

"I am in the Imperial city because vampire slayers showed up in Skingrad, they enroached near my home. Raven and I could not take them all alone, we only killed two and left until they can leave. One of the vampires over there, a Bloodcrust vampire killed a little girl, the family got angry and sent out rewards for those who killed every vampire. We had to leave. Even if we did feed, we could still be discovered & we cant lose any alliance we have with our good friend Janus Hassildor." Draken sighed.

"Where are you from?" he asked Marcella, smiling.

[BlackRose]

Marcella nodded "yes Deadric Princes are scheming bastards aren't they?" she said looking at him oddly about the noise he made while he drank. "not liking the blood or was it the company that left?" she said as she folded her hands in her lap she bristled when he mentioned hunters. she hated there ilk. that was probably the reason Alessandra left for bed.

"my family is originally from High Rock, our original home was there anyway. we have since then moved. i was a little girl the time we moved the first time. we stopped and stayed at some city in southern Skyriim for awhile that's when father found Alessandra. father was kind he had to take her in, she did not refuse the offer. Alessandra is far from power hungry she saw a opportunity to better herself from what she had and took it... i am still impressed at how she did the task my father asked of her. " she took another sip of the blood. "then we cam to Cyrodiil by then we all had amulets except Alessandra she spent most of her time at night the first 100 years. mother father and the rest of our relatives cleaned out a fixed a old ruin to the north. it was old and elvish. it now is a rather nice home for our clan it is fully restored well as restored as one can get under a mountain. " she said with a chuckle.

"Vampire hunters... Alessandra would have went with Amadeus if she wasn't expecting company... and no its isn't me or you." she said as she poked his nose. she leaned back in her chair. "it's her 'lover boy' she is waiting for " Marcella then laughed. "it is nice to have someone else to talk to beside one of my clan they are always so busy with figuring crap out and ignoring you but there work, it is irritating. " she said with a wink.
"and no i am not a 'normal' vampire before you ask i don't think a single one of our clan is." she then sombered. "it is weird to think that my parents are gone i have known them for hundreds of years all my immortal life...." she fingered the rime of her goblet.

[Immortal Swine]

Draken shook his head. "The company that left. I have some unfortanate history with turned vampires." He paused, continuing to listen to Marcella. After she spoke of Alessandra and her family, Draken felt nescessary to speak about his. "Your family is honorable. Be grateful for what you have, or it will escape your grasp when you most need it" He said, keeping his head down. "My family..is lost" Draken sighed.

Changing the subject, he raised from his seat after Marcella poked his nose. Draken had little patience for being touched, even as someone as Marcella. He wasn't in the mood. "I am sure you will get to get back at whom ever did it to your family. We have an eternity to get revenge, they dont" he re-assured her.

"High rock, I have been there. Those mountains were something I always enjoyed" he teased, placing his arms behind his back. "Tell me about this..lover boy" Draken grinned.

[BlackRose]

" i use lover boy in the loosest of terms... because obviously by my sister's reaction earlier before you arrived when i was speaking with her. they are both still in denial. but you see i listen to all the old 'cows' of the city gossip and apparently the man's name is Falcan. he is a half elf of all things. and my sister describes him by being strong and gentle. yes he is mortal... her and my brother have a love for them that sometimes bothers me... " she said as she made a face.

" but whatever we all have our eccentricities... some more than others" she said with a grin "i get old i am a cut above the rest when it comes to such a thing." she said with a wave of her hand.

" but anyway if you want a real guest room when your ready they are upstairs with no windows. the basement is rather nice but upstairs .. i prefer it there.... then again i prefer Alessandra's room and her large as hell bed." Marcella said with a laugh.

"but anyways i do hope i didn't offend you with poking you... it is one of my eccentricities. she said with a slight grimace. " i have this need to poke people. Alessandra get annoyed and Amadeus just swats at me..."

[Immortal Swine]

Draken growled. "Hybrids again, they seem to be everywhere."

Draken made a face similar to that of Marcella. "I hate mortals, I hate those who's calling are better, and they fail to achieve their goal and fulfil their destiny to chase a petty mortal. Its repulsive!" Draken almost shouted. "I heard a story of a similar nature, a vampire named Edwin, fell in love with a mortal swine named Elabella. The story did not end, mind you. However is is an interesting read. Vampires and regular folks are never meant to be. Ever!. The predator should not in any way fall in love with the prey except for its taste." Draken said, finally catching his breath for speaking so loudly about such atrocities.

He listened to Marcella about the large room upstairs, while he never slept in beds. The offer got the best of him, he could care less where he slept. As long as its clean. When Marcella started to speak about the poking, Draken allowed himself a smile.

"It is no problem. We all have our little habits, regardless of what others think, its just what we do" he said, walking near Marcella, placing his hand over her head and slightly scrubbing her hair softly and then walking off towards the upstairs.

"Sleep well" he said, ignoring the fact that they are vampires and almost every night there was a nightmare to be experianced.

[Adras Doomstorm]

"Sleep?" Adras questioned, stationed on the stairs. He had watched all of the talking and introducing and blah blah blah... What really got his interest was the paintings. As a loyal follower of the Mad God, he was no only inclined to be 'brilliant', but an artist as well. And yes, he may have have stuck to the shadows and kept out of immediate sight of the vampy family, but what of it? He meant no harm... to them. He had been examining a rather dull picture, one that he knew held a deeper meaning, one that may actually push his already addled mind over the edge and into the Abyss that was the Shivering Isles. ...but not today. His vacation would come soon enough.

"Why sleep, my brother?" The youngest vampire asked, slinking an arm around Draken and turning him around and leading him back to Marcella. "I have yet to speak a single word! And I don't want the be the awkward one to have to start a conversation with a simple gimmick as my collection of pinkies, do I?" Adras asked, his free hand raising a small key ring of pinkies. Dark, light, long, short, dirty and clean. And a few that were still fresh from the bodies they had been removed from only a short while ago. "And don't worry, my beloved Draky, I got yours too. I'm willing to part with them, as they are rightfully yours by all rules and regulations." With that spoken, Adras turned his attention to Marcella.

"But I do believe I can handle my own introduction! I am Adras Doomstorm, as I love to be called. Arena fighter, a d**n good one, mind you, lover of the unloveable, smitten of the illogical, and infatuated with all that did not, does not, and will never make sense." With that spoken, he gave a deep bow, releasing Draken so he would be the only one to be so formal. The stark white hair swept over his slender pale shoulders, camouflaging where the two lightly colored characteristics met. The bandanna, late as ever, floated gently along, only to be yanked backwards as he rose from his bow. "And I didn't mean to eavesdrop this time, but which Daedra Prince did you say helped your father create that... interesting piece of magic. And the deal, as well! What was that?" The monotone voice went on, contradictory toward his livid expressions of joy and curiosity. Tilting his head now, while he waited for his answers for the barrage of questions and statements, the hair cascaded down his shoulder, gently flowing in a white waterfall. Never would these people, no matter how old or wise, would understand this kooky hunter of the night.

[Immortal Swine]

Draken leaned forward, inspecting the pinkies. Very comical, it there was ever a theatrical show of comedy, Adras should be remembered. The Vladmirs were known to mix tragedy and comedy at the same time, when in Thetrical plays and poetry. Draken is no poet, neither is Raven. But their interest in them are moderate.


Adras questioned Draken's choice for a nap. It didn't bother him as much, but Draken followed laws, he cared for laws. The law said avoid daylight by lifestyle. Adras probably knew that and ignored it, or probably he never read it. All he cared about was the Mad god, Sheogorath. Draken scoffed. "Cyrodiil is a rather bothering place dont you think? Shivering Isles is a much, much more insanly fun"

"I believe she said it was Azura" Draken said in almost a snarl. Wretched Azura, too bad such a beautifully looking Daedra was a enemy to the Undead. "Azura is known as the Queen of Dawn and Dusk, Mother of the Rose, Queen of the Night Sky. Quen of the night sky? BAH!..if anyone is to be queen of the night, it is Lamae. After all, Lamae is the ancient bloodmatron of us all" Draken said proudly. He meant no disrespect to Marcella and her family, but he hated and dispised Azura and her nonsense. Part of him wished she invaded Cyrodiil rather than Dagon. Mainly because he wanted to take the battle to her, not Dagon. But Dagon was also a Daedric pest that had to be taken out or atleast stopped.
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Raven did not rest, she did not sleep. Soon as Draken left the room, she left the coffin to read something. Despite the fact she was tired, she could not trust anyone. No one. Not even her own kind, unless they proved themselves. Raven was not paranoid, no, she was cautious. Her hands slowly touched the pages of the book that Draken recently retrieved from the bandit camp. Immortal Blood. The book was true to its facts, and the ending was beautifully satisfying. Raven had few more hours until Nightfall, she had to think of something to do besides read a book over and over again.