The packs lands had been unusually quiet, no one had wandered in and it seemed the numbers were still growing. Some of his packmates had bore children, some pregnant. Either way, it had seemed everyone was partnering up - And yet here the lonely sargent sat. He had seen beauty in many women, but none could he say truly could capture his heart. He was over senseless plowing, that was all he was forced to do. For years through the war he was forced to be on women, making the newbloods. It was tiring, draining and overall made him feel like even the hopes of having a mate were few.
Yet, even with the raging war under a dictator of a King he served, he found love. His two daughters were brought into the world by her. His joy was unfortunately short lived, as she was killed before his very eyes. That was what had set him into a blind rage . . . Where he had turned on his King, on everyone. He committed a vile act of war, and massacred his own. The only who stood at the end were himself, and his two daughters - So he thought. It wasn't until the very day of his daughters weddings that he found his son, Mabbit, had lived. Not only that, his son was a King himself. His whole family was of royalty in some way, yet he was proud just being a commander.
His snake skin had grown sore as the nights got colder, and he eventually found it hard to even sleep during the day with it. He sighed, his acidic yellow eyes peering out of his den as he decided he had better put himself to use. Soon enough, he'd have to hold combat training for all of the young soldiers in the pack. He needed to keep his blood warm and moving, at least until Lucaya turned him and the rest of the pack who volunteered to take on the Vampire blood. He for one, was entirely excited. Though he was terrified for his daughter who also wished to take on the blood.
Wisteria had seen so much, been through so much in the past few months. Between being offered up to marry a man of her choosing, and then being savagely attacked by the other on her own wedding night . . . He couldn't say he blamed her for wanting to have that power. For wanting to make herself feel stronger. As he strode along the lands, a call ripped through his thoughts. That of a femme.
His yellow eyes flicked to the direction before he set off in the direction. The unmistakably smell of a vampire woman hit his nares, he hunkered down and stuck to the shadows. His eyes caught the ghostly looking woman, her accents of grey on her face and body. She seemed to be harmless, hopefully only looking to join their ranks. His eyes caught sight of her muscular figure, curvy but overall she was built well. A warrioress?
He cracked a stick under his paw to alert her of his presence before he stepped out of the shadows. "Hello. I am Revna. A trainer of soldiers back in my homeland. I've recently arrived to these lands and seek a home." He noted her smile, as he rose his head and banner to show authority. "I heard vampires run these lands and figured I'd fit right in as a Vampire myself." His cobra skinned legs came to a halt before her as his acidic eyes locked onto those rosy pinks of hers. She was . . . Beautiful.
He cleared his throat before he began to speak. "Hello, Revna. I'm Vladimir, uncle of the Queen and Delta of this pack." She was like him, a trainer, a warrior. "We'd love to have you here, such a strong woman as yourself. The King and Queen would be pleased to meet you as well. Queen Lucaya is currently the only Vampire here, but is offering the blood to any who wish to bare it in her kingdom. You're more than welcome here." He said with a smile, and a nod to the fair warrioress. He'd like to see her around more, but that wasn't something he could just outright say to a woman he just met. If she could show Lucaya she was a trainer of soldiers, maybe she'd be paired with him as Delta . . . Then he could use that as an excuse to see her. Why did he need an excuse though, she was here now. "Would you like me to show you around?"
"SO I CAN LOOK YOU IN THE EYE WHEN I SPIT IN YOUR FACE"
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