On a dark night, Draven sat alone on the roof of the palace in a cross-legged position.
It was a location he was familiar with from the time before his sleep, but he had been up there since waking.
There were two reasons why he took on this sort of meditation.
One was for peace. Looking up at the moon and feeling the breeze that was so rare in the south of Valhalla put him in a state of tranquillity.
The other reason was to replenish his blood.
Unlike most vampires, whose blood source required consumption to replenish, Draven would undergo the same process naturally.
He never knew why, though, of course, it was a property of his birth defect, The Malevolent Blood.
As he sat in a meditative position and focused on his blood, he could feel it multiplying itself.
