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Drakkin Empire of Enzan Shi Formation of Khila Silae Dungortheb #1 Ten'oio paced the floor of her old mansion in the darkness. Ten days since she had last seen anything living or dead that could be considered sentient. Ten days of starvation. She snarled angrily and swiped at the wall beside her. It shattered under he powerful stroke and she smirked despite her anger. Even without food, she was still the strongest vampire in all of Mor Vanim. She touched her black leather clothing with ghostly pale fingers and smiled with pointed teeth. Ah, yes, still the strongest in all of Mor Vanim. She had others to contend with, yes, but one day they would all pay homage to her. She would rally them together and enslave the humans of the world. Then, she would finally be happy. Her smile was not pleasant as she thought of what she would make the humans do. She would enslave them all, have them tagged and seperated like pets. Then she would pair the better ones together so she would have more to feed on. Those who were especially ruthless could follow in the vampires' footsteps. First, however, she would need allies. Which was why she was here in the first place. She had contacted the other demonic creatures of the planet and asked them to meet her there. It was an open proposition, but all those unfit to be part of her army would never be able to set foot on her land. As a human, she had been a mage. As a vampire, she was a necromancer, a mage and a dealer of death. Those unevil who so dared to step on her lands would be consumed by her magic and brought to her. Then she would feast while waiting for the worthy. Her meals arrived swiftly and she feasted, enjoying every move her victim made as she sapped their lives. Ah, yes, they were good. So pure and unevil that their blood fuelled her unlike any other. Evil creatures tasted rather foul, probably why she was so reluctant to eat her own kin. Slowly, the worthy came. They found her easily enough, as she was sitting in the grand hall of her manor. Vampires and shifters, they came. She smiled cruely as one shifter - a cougar - leapt upon one of her new meals and at her nod proceeded to feast. These were the ones she wanted. "Welcome, friends." She said once her magical defences stopped ringing with new arrivals. Those gathered before her were numerous. Eighteen vampires, sixteen wolf-shifters, twelve cougar-shifters and ten leopard-shifters. All evil, all violent and all hungry to show the humans that they were better. In truth, the shifters were simply more controlled werewolves. They could change shape from human to predator to half-human, half-predator. They also could change all year around, though under the full moon they were stronger. They were also very old compared to herself and the other vampires. "I have called this meeting, this alliance if you will, of the more violent kin of Mor Vanim to address a major problem: The humans are in control." She continued. "Those mere specks of sentient life should not be in control of this world. It should be ours, as we are the immortals and we are more powerful." She smiled evilly. "So I propose we take it back." One of the cougars, the same one who had so delighted her before, smiled and shifted to a werewolf form. "We are all mages, vampire-lady." He said with a bow. "And we are quite good - if I may say so - at destroying things." The other cougars chuckled at this and the snow leopards smiled evilly. The leader of these, a large male, was already in werewolf form. He smirked. "We were never good at control, milady, so I suspect that we'll be much welcome." He said smoothly. The vampires seemed leaderless, but Ten'oio knew them all. "You are all mages, are you not, Kayun?" She said sharply. The blond-haired young man who appeared to be nineteen nodded crisply. "You know us all, Ten'oio, as you taught us the Ways." He said softly. "So do not bother to ask, it is a waste of time." She smiled cruely. One of the wolves flicked an ear. "We are mages also." He said proudly. "Our kin only evolve in mages." "As it is for both other shifter-kin." Ten'oio said gracefully. "And the vampires have become selective. Only mages of evil heart can become vampires. The others just don't deserve it." This brought a low chuckle from all those present. The vampire noticed that there were very few females amongst them. That was for the better. This way, they could have a matriarchal society. And this way there would be few little demons running about. Vampires could not have children, since they were dead in every aspect except that their minds still functioned. So, it was only the shifters that could cause that little problem. She knew she could bring the other females under control soon enough. They may be older, but Ten'oio was smarter. So, she looked around at them. "Do we have an accord?" She asked, meeting each person's eyes. They all nodded. She smiled proudly and spread her arms invitingly. "Well, friends, I think we need a name for ourselves." She continued. "Silae Dungortheb." Kayun offered, his blue eyes alight. The others grinned. Brings dreadul death was obviously a good name for them. However, Ten'oio thought it needed another word. Another of the vampires caught sight of her and understood immediately. "Khila Silae Dungortheb." Amarth said firmly. Everyone agreed with that readily. Ten'oio nodded at the other vampire with a toothed smile. He nodded back, his black hair bobbing in his eyes. The vampire gestured to the house around them. "Make yourselves comfortable, friends." She invited. And they did so. main :: members :: drakkin :: stories |
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