#abeloplev

Gale grunted as the two guards forced him to walk by poking him with sharp metal pole infused with fire elemental magic. The fresh meat, they called him. Laughed at him as he made his way toward the Master Suite. He was a late night delivery package, brought to the Master’s suite to be used for their evil pleasure.

The Thunder Dragon clenched his teeth and swallowed cursed words back into his throat as they hit him at the back of his thigh, forced him to kneel once they entered the Master’s suite. He looked up, watched the Councilman of Sweden as he growled dangerously.

“How time has flied, Abel,” Yip could not suppressed a grin when he greeted an old face. “Or shall I say, Councilman Of Sweden? It felt like only yesterday when I watched you take on the mantle of your sire.” He paused, smiled and placed his hands on the man’s shoulders as if the man was a childe of his own. “Let me see you.”

Yip eyes shifted, watched the man’s posture, the way he stood and how he carried himself. He nodded in approval, smile widened on his face.