#qebari

Drauven hated when he had to kill anything, let alone another sentient being. Vampires had evolved to be a living - well mostly living- species hundreds of years ago, they didn’t need blood anymore. Some still drank it on occasion yes, but it was no longer the source of nightly meals.

So when he had to completely drain another creature he felt horrible. The guilt and shame would nag at him all night and into the morning. He was of clan S’urit’quée he knew better than to commit such beastly atrocities.

Still, he did not feel as bad when having to kill those things. They did not taste like anything he had ever had before. They tasted mainly human, but something about them was off. He also felt nauseous after eating one, so that probably wasn’t good.

No one in the clan could explain anything about them, so they were definitely a new threat. They’ll just have to be more careful on their nightly flights from now on.

While the others had traveled far to make the most of their limited hours, Drauven found him sticking close to the castle for comfort.

Whatever these things are they’re not good, and more of them have started appearing lately. They seem to be particularly focused on hunting the witch that had entered into The Empire territory about a week prior.