~ The North, Wolfswood ~
~ Draegon Targaryen Stark - POV ~
The bandit hideout stood secluded in the heart of the Wolfswood, a crude structure of logs and stone, its perimeter littered with crude traps and wooden palisades. The laughter and bawdy songs of the bandits echoed through the trees, oblivious to the predator lurking in the shadows. I crouched on a ridge, cloaked in darkness, my every sense heightened. Their voices carried to me as if I was standing amongst them. I could hear their heartbeats, the uneven rhythm of the drunk. Soon that shall turn into the thunderous drumming of fear.
'Raphael.' I thought to the increasing familiar presence of my ever-loyal skill. 'It's time to see the full extent of this world's one and only vampire/lycan. Asses the vampire and lycan forms and my power level compared to the humans of this world.'
'~Understood, my lord.~' Came the calm, calculating reply. '~I recommend that we begin with the vampire forms. It's more suitable for a more controlled assessment of your senses and your peak speed, while the lycan forms is raw, unreleased strength. The lycan forms would cause carnage.~'
'Perfect.' I replied, my lips curling into a predators fanged grin. I felt the darkness within me stir as it rushed through my blood. My already heightened senses sharpened; I can hear everything within a league around me, smell the unpleasant stench of the unwashed bodies of the bandits, feel the vibrations of the air as the moved around.
My height increased to a couple feet making my seven name day old boby almost seven feet tall, also making have to use Beelzebub on my clothes before the turned into rags. My skin started to pale, my eyes turning crimson red, my fangs grew and I could feel with just a twitch of my shoulder muscles I could unleash my wings. As I did just that, large black wings with silverish edges sprouted out of my shoulder blades, I, silently and to the suprise of Haedes, took off into the night sky.
Moving with a supernatural speed and grace, as if I've been flying around for the whole of both of my lives, I decended upon the bandits like a shadow. Landing amongst them yet unnoticed, I drew my new Valyrian steel daggers and started to dispatch the sentries one by one. Their bodies crumbled to the ground before they even realized that I had still their throats or stabbed them in the heart.
'Let fun begin.' I thought to myself as I decided to reveal myself to the rest of the bandits. As I revealed myself to them, there was an eerie silence before chaos erupted at a young man's terrorfied scream. "A DEMON!!" And it was the last thing he said before I separated his head from the rest of his body.
The others couldn't help but freeze at his death, for a moment after his yell, when they turned their head's to their compatriot I was already behind him. And then they unfroze when his head fell to the floor. I could feel their fear, and it was delicious as I moved through them with elegance and precision, my daggers dancing in the torchlights.
"Now for the wolf." I said to myself when their numbers reached single digits. The shift was instantaneous, my bones shifting, a thick coat of black fur sprouts across my body. I could feel Haedes more clearly in my lycan forms. Probably because I was closer to a beast as a lycan. Either way I roared out as my claws extended and my face and jaws reformed into a wolfish snout. The roar reverberate throughout like thunder striking right next to you.
They all tried to run upon seeing me transform, not that they got far. I leapt forward as and watched as my clawed arm went through one of their chests as if made out of wet paper. I relished the slaughter until it was only one bandit left, who seemed to be the leader of these now slaughtered bandit group. In a desperate attempt he swings his sword and despairs as he watches his sword bounce of my thick fur.
I switched back to my vampire form and sank my fangs into his neck and without using Soul Steal or Gluttony, snippets of his lifetime of memories are seen. Raphael chimes in at that thought and says. '~Primordial vampire bloodline includes the ability of psychometric through blood. Which originates from Alexander Corvinus of the Underworld universe.~' As I finished seeing the last year of his life. Something catches my attention.
I start looking around the hideout, searching for a scroll that should be with the leaders loot. As I look around I see that I've turned this hideout into a slaughterhouse, the blood and gore pooled on the floor and the walls are dripping with blood. While looking, I revert back to my original seven name day old boby and at the same time my eyes landed on a small chest hiden under the bandit leaders, who wasn't a real bandit, spoils.
Inside the chest was a bag filled with gold and silver coins, an assortment of sapphires and emerald gems, and a few scrolls. One in particular that has the flayed man sigil on the wax seal is what I was looking for. 'House Bolton.' I thought to myself with some ire rising within me. 'It seems that the inclusion of my mother and I, Dragonlords of Valyria, in the North, and especially with my mother marring the prince of House Stark has scared the House of the flayed man into stupidity.' I look forward to...
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