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Drakkin Empire of Enzan Shi Yaaven's Attempt "Lord Dwahro has opened up a new clutch for bondings!" Yaaven announced that morning at breakfast - which Kayun had ordered everyone to be present at. "Good, grab the bag of offerings marked 'Dwahro' and go see him." The younger vampire said dismissively. The wolf-shifter grinned slightly to himself in apprehension. "He has also opened the first Contest to outsiders." He said slyly. This made his fellow shifter, Helevorn, and Kayun look up interestedly from their meals. Unfortunately for them, that gave Hele'nysar and Kay-chatos the chance to steal a slice of their red meat. It always made him wonder why Kayun and Nondar bothered to eat when it gave them no nourishment. However, they had lost all thought for their food. Kayun stood up from the table. "Well, then, I must be off. I'll see you all at supper." He said, grabbing his cloak and placing it around his shoulders. Helevorn was seconds behind him. "See you." He grunted and stalked out. Their drakkin followed them loyally and Yaaven observed that even Kay-chak was listening to Kayun for once. The purple obviously wanted to fight in the arena or he would not be on such good behavior. Good riddance, since he was the most annoying of Kayun's two. Yaaven finished his breakfast, stealing most of Kayun and Helevorn's, and stood up. "I'd better listen to Moopiecakes." He said sarcastically. "I'll see you three around the city." "Not me you won't." Nondar grumbled. "Stalker's beginning to creep me out." "Who do you think they are?" Runyar asked boredly, playing with his mouse of a snack. "Dunno." The vampire answered. "But until then I'll just hang around here." Yaaven rolled his eyes and grabbed his cloak. He dressed to impress the Lord in somber blacks and blues. He allowed himself some lightness with the clasp of his cloak - silver - and his wolf-head belt-buckle - also silver. Other than that, he could have been in mourning. He went back downstairs to the magically guarded room. Only someone with Kayun's permission could enter. So, Yaaven could pass through the normal and magical doors. Inside were heaps of bags divided into three sections. He headed to Dwahro's and picked up one of the moderately sized packages. He strolled down the streets to Dwahro's manor. Outside the grand door, he wondered if he should have gone to the breeding barn. Yaaven shrugged and knocked at the door. A low growl sounded from inside the wolf-shifter eyed the door warily. It was a drakkin's growl, no doubt about it. A proud male drow opened the door. Yaaven bowed slightly, recognizing him from descriptions he had gotten from the resident folk. "Lord Breeder Dwahro, I bring tidings and an offer from Khila Silae Dungortheb in the name of Lady-Vampire Ten'oio." He said formally, straightening. The drow let him in and closed the door behind him. He lead Yaaven to a room completely void of lights where a bronze female lay over her clutch. She growled at the wolf-shifter and he simply waited patiently. Eventually, she stopped growling and stood up, showing him her six eggs. Yaaven inclined his head graciously towards her and she lay back down on her clutch. Dwahro then conducted him to a table. "Show me this offering from the Lady-Vampire." He said seriously. Yaaven laid out the offer hesitantly, hoping that it would satisfy the Lord Breeder. Ten'oio would chain him in silver if he did not please Dwahro. 32 gold bars 1 tapestry depicting a drakkin battle 1 set of antique blood-stained dining plates and utensils 3 gold chains [links resembling wolf heads] 1 silver cloak clasp 2 black silk shirts [one embroidered in gold, one in silver] Yaaven did not touch the clasp bare-handedly. That would be deadly for him. His own clasp and belt-buckle were of false silver, simply copper painted that color. He looked at Dwahro nervously. The breeder nodded imperceptibly. "Yes, this will do." He said quietly. Yaaven bowed formally. "Thank you, my Lord." He responded. "I will see you again at the event." The drow waved him out, looking at the rather generous offer. Yaaven nearly ran out of the place. Silver. Damn Ten'oio for making a wolf-shifter - who was for all purposes a werewolf - carry real silver. He shivered and pulled his cloak around him before heading back to the house. main :: members :: drakkin :: stories |
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