Pathetic are they? Perhaps, but no more or less than many of us once were, even more so with every generation it seems. We must not forget that many of us were once like them, although I must admit watching the de-evolution of the human race over the centuries has me wondering how they have managed to survive this long. With that said, let us not forget that we to are indeed mortal. Yes, we do not suffer from the aging process, and it is certainly not easy to kill one of our kind, but we CAN die, we must be very careful to keep this in mind and to guard against the arrogance that befalls many of these young ones, less we end up finding some local yocal trying to drive a stake through us.
But to the point of the question, I had hoped that society would have evolved beyond the witch hunt mentality, but they have not. However, I wonder if it is them that we should be concerned with, or the young ones that are hot headed and sometimes a bit foolish, even blood thirsty and they have been drawing a bit too much attention to us. I wonder if we need to revive the clans and great houses of old and give birth to a new order, a new code to keep us all safe.
I believe in honor for our kind. Honor means that we cannot kill anyone, human, even the undead bloodsuckers, unless it is for a just cause. This is part of the difference between us and the vampire, honor.
Therefore we must find a way to walk with the human, unseen for now, and in peace.
*wandering away from the coven monetarily* *It if funny that a flea bag speaks of honor, and what do you know of it? Your own children, your own pack plots your demise as we speak." *glares at the other werewolf near by*
"I would tread lightly, you are in vampire territory. And for your information, lycan, I kill only when provoked or when it is called for. Senseless violence has never been my style, neither shall I permit it, I will not allow anyone in my house to act like beast....your kind has that covered."
You did not find it odd that they would be so deep into vampire territory? Return to the coven with me if you doubt my words. *glares at the other werewolf near by* Or ask her of the plans she shares with her brother.
They are new to the pack..... and I already have reason not to trust them. *It takes every bit of my restraint to hold back from leaping on them right now and ripping out both of their throats. I softly hum the song of the wind to myself to calm me down *
I have said in the past that i do not know if all vampires are dishonorable, because I have not met all vampires. Maybe your one thats worth my trust. But why are you telling me this?
"The blood between our kinds has ran for centuries, and while I may not always approve of such violence, do not mistake my words as any fondness for your breed. There is;however, one thing that I prize above all else....loyalty.
*she keeps lurking in the shadows moving silently with the wind, never letting her guard down*
"As far as I am concerned, they are just fleabags of small issue. But you ARE their leader, and they owe you some measure of respect. Further, I am not naive enough to believe that they made it into the coven without help. I want the traitor."
You have a traitor then? It doesnt surprise me treachery is in thew blood of your kind! However honor demands that it be rooted out wherever it is found. Wait here. *I run back the way we came to where the girl leann is standing. I sniff the air reading her soul. Then I return* You are right, she is plotting treachery, but I don't think she has made her mind up about it yet. But her brother, I have smelled a treacherous spirit in him since I first met him.
Maybe I can help you out. If you bring me to the coven, and can keep me unseen, I can smell out your traitor for you, and point him out.
*with a blurring speed she appears before the werewolf and grabs him by the throat before he has time to react. Her eyes capture his in an unbreakable hold as her pupils widen and her eyes darken. Visions of the coven dance into his head, he can see and hear, even smell everything that has happened in the coven since the arrival of the werewolves, including their talk of killing him and the dragon/werewolf army that has is being amassed against him. She releases her hold on him and takes several steps back towards her original position, giving the werewolf room to breath*
What? Did you think that I would be foolish enough to trust you and actually take you there? You have what you needed, you have your proof of what they are planning, assuming you are not in on it. Do as you wish with them, but deliver the traitor to me.
ROOOAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR If you ever touch me again i will end you soulless blood sucker.
*I spend a few seconds trying to calm myself.*
Fine....I have to thank you for telling me of this plot, but I can't tell you who the traitor is. the ability is a physical one, i ahve to be near enough to them to smell him. If you want to bring me to the coven I will do you the favor. Otherwise i cant do anything for you
*sighs in a bit of an annoyed fashion* Save your macho displays for someone who is impressed by such things. Had I meant you any harm you would not be here to have this conversation. In order for you to have that powerful of a vision, to see the current events as they are happening, well, as you said, somethings are a physical gift. Had I merely said pretty please, I doubt you would have cooperated.
*fading back into the shadows* “I must say I am somewhat disappointed, if your skills at tracking and investigating are that minor, then I am wasting my time. If you are so eager to get to the coven have her show you.” *motions towards the werewolf lurking in the corner* “She was just there, make her show you the way.”
*her voice becomes more melodic as it begins to fade* Soulless am I? I was dancing with the muses long before you had your first flea lycan, perhaps you should spend some time learning the refined skill of literacy for it is written that all living things have a soul. Pray that we never meet again.
*she disappears into the night without any trackable trace or evidence that she had even been there at all.*