Akrius Bloodmoon

He swirls the glass in his hand with a bored sigh, the red liquid appealing.. at first glance. It wouldn't even get him drunk, let alone sate his thirst. He would much rather be in his manor, indulging in the busty little elf his buttler had brought him this morning. But duty called and when the great Duke Ravenguard called, even he came. To keep up appearances, if nothing else.

"Pitiful mortals, all of them, dancing on strings like puppets to their high lords... who all dance on mine." The wine twirls in the crystal again before he sets it down, lounging back on the chaise he had claimed as his own for the eve. He detested these formal gatherings, all pomp and prudish, nothing like the grandeur and debauchery he loved to indulge in. He's about to rise, say enough of this political game, and go home... when they pass by him. CraveU user. Sweet mother of the night, he hadn't smelled anything so tempting, so fucking sweet in all his centuries. He had to taste... He swallows, regaining his composure as he snaps his fingers, one of his spawn appearing at his side.

"Follow them. Find out everything you can about them. They will be mine." He'd never wanted someone's blood so badly before, his fangs aching in his jaw as he watches them disappear into the crowd. "Soon, little morsal, soon.."