Sale ran through the woods in the dark of the early night. His paws clapped against the puddles that dotted the soil of the northern woods. The gentle rain fell to the ground, sounding like the clattering of armor of approaching soldiers. He let his tongue droop out of his black maw - not of weariness, he knew no fatigue - but at the thought of battle...battle and blood.
Yes.
But he was not here for that. He had fed not long ago of a hapless Human he'd found wandering around. No, he was here for negotiations. Him and his consorts, a few other of his kind, the Kavari, and two Kureman riders above his head. On his back was a pack where he kept his cloak and fullbody suit to protect him from the sun should he be out until it rises. He and his consorts made for Ur Naldann, where he hoped to speak to a member of the High Black Court.
He had business to discuss.
As well, seeing as he was accompanied by Kureman riders, he did expect to be seen and confronted by the Dwarven scouts. If he was not, he would be sorely disappointed at the lack of security.
As it was, these negotiations were purely economic anyway. That's what the Kureman rider's wyverns were for - currency. As much as could be carried by the two strongest wyverns in Coven.
He only hoped the Dwarves would listen. They would be a frightening enemy. For that was one of the only feelings his kind were capable of - Fear. Pure fear.
That is why he was here.
The Vampyres feared the Dwarves.
Yes.
But he was not here for that. He had fed not long ago of a hapless Human he'd found wandering around. No, he was here for negotiations. Him and his consorts, a few other of his kind, the Kavari, and two Kureman riders above his head. On his back was a pack where he kept his cloak and fullbody suit to protect him from the sun should he be out until it rises. He and his consorts made for Ur Naldann, where he hoped to speak to a member of the High Black Court.
He had business to discuss.
As well, seeing as he was accompanied by Kureman riders, he did expect to be seen and confronted by the Dwarven scouts. If he was not, he would be sorely disappointed at the lack of security.
As it was, these negotiations were purely economic anyway. That's what the Kureman rider's wyverns were for - currency. As much as could be carried by the two strongest wyverns in Coven.
He only hoped the Dwarves would listen. They would be a frightening enemy. For that was one of the only feelings his kind were capable of - Fear. Pure fear.
That is why he was here.
The Vampyres feared the Dwarves.