Post by Fauztin Levaquin on Jan 7, 2010 16:14:11 GMT -5
“Talia is not like the other Lycans, she is able to –” Fauztin started, but was interrupted by another Vampire who stood up after his equal had finished his objections.
“Your precious Talia is no different than any other werewolf! She may be able to control the curse for now, but the primal instincts of the wolf inside her will break free eventually and she will need to be put down,” he interjected.
A young looking girl who gave off a light feeling aura, almost as if a great burden was lifted from the chest of anyone nearby, stood and vocalized her opinion just then, “Have either of you actually seen or even met this Lycan? I’m sure that Talia is safe to be around if she’s been a Lycan long enough to learn to control her transformation. She has been in our midst for two days now, and not a single incident has happened. None of our kind have been harmed, and no fights have started, in case you didn’t notice,” the slender girl retorted to the first two Vampires stating her opinion in a matter of fact tone.
The two Vampires sulked back into their seats, not being able to find the words to defend their case and point, however a fourth figure stood and Fauztin sensed him to be a human. Fauztin perked up his head and looked directly at the man that felt safe enough to act as an equal around so many creatures of the night. The man was six feet tall wearing a scruffy, black beard. He was clad in tight chain mail armor, leaving only his face exposed. Fauztin took the immediate assumption that he was not a lord, but one of the rare human warriors who had managed to best a Vampire in a battle and was accepted as one of their own, though leaving the choice of immortality up to him.
The human spoke aloud with a deep baritone voice that resonated throughout the hall and echoed slightly, bouncing off the walls, “I suggest we meet Talia before any action be taken against, for, or including her at all. It would be wise to fully understand the situation before making quick judgment.” Fauztin made eye contact with the man, closed his eyes, and bowed his head in thanks.
The man snapped his head towards Fauztin and snarled his nose replying to his gesture, “I do not forward this motion for your benefit, half-breed,” he growled, “I do it in the best interest of this council and all who it oversees. The Lycans are a dangerous foe and cannot be confronted without fair warning of what we’re up against. I merely wish to examine the female before casting my vote on the issue,” he finished, explaining his crude and more than mildly offensive behavior.
Alexander stepped in at that moment, attempting to defend Fauztin’s case concerning Talia, “While I accompanied Fauztin on his quest to save Talia, I learned much from him about the Lycan that I had not known before. Talia is an obvious ally to us, and it is now known that there is much to learn about our foes. It would be extremely wise to keep Talia as an ally. As a side note, after Solstice met up with us and we rescued Talia from the Lycan den, she willingly attacked the other den members while in the form of a Lycan, before she turned back to her human form a single time since being given the curse. Talia traveled with us the entire time to the town from the den and I never felt an ounce of threat from her; not to say that she wasn’t dangerous, but in the sense that she never wished us harm. My ability allowed me to sense if she ever felt hostility towards us, and she was as faithful as any of you or the next Vampire,” he proudly stated, proving much of Talia’s worth and innocence, despite her being one of their enemies.
“Well said, Alexander. I’m sorry I doubted you,” replied the first Vampire that spoke to Fauztin. It appeared that he had a change of heart, but Fauztin didn’t get his hopes up, as he had already been deceived by one being in the room, a human no less.
“I only speak the truth, my lord,” Alexander recited, mouthing the ancient words that so many men have used honorably for centuries.
“I spoke of my faith in you on this council, youngling, not of your speech. I value your input, though I still disagree. At first I did not believe you to be ready for a position here, though from your performance so far, I stand corrected. It appears you have matured much faster than expected, my child,” the tall dark Vampire announced proudly, complementing him publicly for all to acknowledge.
Alexander bowed his head, and Fauztin stood alone in the center of the room confused. He was led to believe that Alexander was turned by a Vampire from being a surviving casualty in a war somewhere on the outskirts beyond the more major cities. Alexander told him his story of how he was disgusted by the coven’s habits and ways, and how he fled, meeting Fireraven and being taken in and treated equally by all the others of his own kind. Then it dawned on Fauztin that perhaps Alexander had been ‘adopted’ by an older Vampire, to parallel the lessons that a blood mentor would teach his student, a novice he had personally turned. It appeared that that Vampire that demanded Talia’s death was that ‘adopted’ mentor of Alexander.
“I for one find it absolutely fascinating that a hybrid had been created! I mean, we’ve all heard the rumors, the stories, but all these ideas lay idle in myths and legends. ‘And so A Man Of Two Races would rise from the den and purge the Earth from the Plague…’” a small scrawny looking Vampire exclaimed. He seemed to be the type of person who would know much about many topics and be of great knowledge. “Perhaps this Fauztin is the ‘Man Of Two Races’ that the prophecy spoke of, and we’re meant to have him help us here, with the Black Plague!” exclaimed a whirly looking figure, a Vampire that seemed too small and appeared too weak to be much use in a fight, but sounded as though he was a historian of types.
“Oh, don’t bring that up again! Enough with that dumb-founded prophecy Juliart! None of it is real, you should know that by now; keep your mind focused on important matters such as how to cure the plague. If anyone can find a cure for it, you’d be one of the few. We can’t just get side tracked every time some coincidence happens,” smirked one of the Vampires from a back row, seeming unimportant. He retrieved a scrunched face from the brainy Vampire known as Juliart in an attempted snarl after eye contact sparked their mental conflict.
Fauztin wondered of what positions the council consisted of. There was Fireraven, who was obviously chosen because of his originality being one of the first ones, the young girl, who seemed to authority over many, most likely the creator of some of the older ones of the coven here, the two who opposed the idea of letting Talia live, who seemed to be two of those that the young slim Vampire woman might have turned, the knight, who bested a Vampire in a battle and proved his worth, and now this historian seeming character. Fauztin considered the idea that he might have been chosen for his brains, and he possessed great knowledge of the Olden Days, where Vampires ruled over many and where many myths and legends derived from.
He could not sense the ages of many of the members inside the hall, but easily guessed some of them, most correctly. Some remained a mystery throughout the entire meeting. Many debated and argued, and some even made a valid point now and again over some of the more serious matters. Fauztin waited patiently for approximately two hours until he burst out and asked, “Would anyone actually like me to show you the face of a hybrid? That’s one trait I carry similar to the Lycans: I have to change shape, just not nearly as drastically,” he blurted, interrupting an argument concerning which entrance should be guarded the most in case of another assault similar to the night before.
Fireraven then stood and spoke for the first time since introducing himself when he entered the court, “I think that’s a very good idea, Fauztin. Show them what you showed me last night, and perhaps then will they see your true potential. For now, I think we should exclude the roar and other powers for a later demonstration, personally,” he fluidly backed his comrade’s suggestion, charismatically persuading the rest of the Vampire and human members alike to agree. He swiftly pushed back many of the surrounding objects around Fauztin and gave him a hand signal implying that he was clear to demonstrate as he pleased.
Fauztin quickly told the observing council around him that Fireraven witnessed the fight the night before alongside him and that he had seen his transformation first hand. “I might not be able to contain the roar, though… It hurts a bit every time I do the transformation – that’s the bad part about only having a minor transformation. The whole thing doesn’t take place, so the restructure of bones grinding against each other hurts more than when they simply melt together and reshape, as a Lycan’s body does,” he carefully explained.
“Your precious Talia is no different than any other werewolf! She may be able to control the curse for now, but the primal instincts of the wolf inside her will break free eventually and she will need to be put down,” he interjected.
A young looking girl who gave off a light feeling aura, almost as if a great burden was lifted from the chest of anyone nearby, stood and vocalized her opinion just then, “Have either of you actually seen or even met this Lycan? I’m sure that Talia is safe to be around if she’s been a Lycan long enough to learn to control her transformation. She has been in our midst for two days now, and not a single incident has happened. None of our kind have been harmed, and no fights have started, in case you didn’t notice,” the slender girl retorted to the first two Vampires stating her opinion in a matter of fact tone.
The two Vampires sulked back into their seats, not being able to find the words to defend their case and point, however a fourth figure stood and Fauztin sensed him to be a human. Fauztin perked up his head and looked directly at the man that felt safe enough to act as an equal around so many creatures of the night. The man was six feet tall wearing a scruffy, black beard. He was clad in tight chain mail armor, leaving only his face exposed. Fauztin took the immediate assumption that he was not a lord, but one of the rare human warriors who had managed to best a Vampire in a battle and was accepted as one of their own, though leaving the choice of immortality up to him.
The human spoke aloud with a deep baritone voice that resonated throughout the hall and echoed slightly, bouncing off the walls, “I suggest we meet Talia before any action be taken against, for, or including her at all. It would be wise to fully understand the situation before making quick judgment.” Fauztin made eye contact with the man, closed his eyes, and bowed his head in thanks.
The man snapped his head towards Fauztin and snarled his nose replying to his gesture, “I do not forward this motion for your benefit, half-breed,” he growled, “I do it in the best interest of this council and all who it oversees. The Lycans are a dangerous foe and cannot be confronted without fair warning of what we’re up against. I merely wish to examine the female before casting my vote on the issue,” he finished, explaining his crude and more than mildly offensive behavior.
Alexander stepped in at that moment, attempting to defend Fauztin’s case concerning Talia, “While I accompanied Fauztin on his quest to save Talia, I learned much from him about the Lycan that I had not known before. Talia is an obvious ally to us, and it is now known that there is much to learn about our foes. It would be extremely wise to keep Talia as an ally. As a side note, after Solstice met up with us and we rescued Talia from the Lycan den, she willingly attacked the other den members while in the form of a Lycan, before she turned back to her human form a single time since being given the curse. Talia traveled with us the entire time to the town from the den and I never felt an ounce of threat from her; not to say that she wasn’t dangerous, but in the sense that she never wished us harm. My ability allowed me to sense if she ever felt hostility towards us, and she was as faithful as any of you or the next Vampire,” he proudly stated, proving much of Talia’s worth and innocence, despite her being one of their enemies.
“Well said, Alexander. I’m sorry I doubted you,” replied the first Vampire that spoke to Fauztin. It appeared that he had a change of heart, but Fauztin didn’t get his hopes up, as he had already been deceived by one being in the room, a human no less.
“I only speak the truth, my lord,” Alexander recited, mouthing the ancient words that so many men have used honorably for centuries.
“I spoke of my faith in you on this council, youngling, not of your speech. I value your input, though I still disagree. At first I did not believe you to be ready for a position here, though from your performance so far, I stand corrected. It appears you have matured much faster than expected, my child,” the tall dark Vampire announced proudly, complementing him publicly for all to acknowledge.
Alexander bowed his head, and Fauztin stood alone in the center of the room confused. He was led to believe that Alexander was turned by a Vampire from being a surviving casualty in a war somewhere on the outskirts beyond the more major cities. Alexander told him his story of how he was disgusted by the coven’s habits and ways, and how he fled, meeting Fireraven and being taken in and treated equally by all the others of his own kind. Then it dawned on Fauztin that perhaps Alexander had been ‘adopted’ by an older Vampire, to parallel the lessons that a blood mentor would teach his student, a novice he had personally turned. It appeared that that Vampire that demanded Talia’s death was that ‘adopted’ mentor of Alexander.
“I for one find it absolutely fascinating that a hybrid had been created! I mean, we’ve all heard the rumors, the stories, but all these ideas lay idle in myths and legends. ‘And so A Man Of Two Races would rise from the den and purge the Earth from the Plague…’” a small scrawny looking Vampire exclaimed. He seemed to be the type of person who would know much about many topics and be of great knowledge. “Perhaps this Fauztin is the ‘Man Of Two Races’ that the prophecy spoke of, and we’re meant to have him help us here, with the Black Plague!” exclaimed a whirly looking figure, a Vampire that seemed too small and appeared too weak to be much use in a fight, but sounded as though he was a historian of types.
“Oh, don’t bring that up again! Enough with that dumb-founded prophecy Juliart! None of it is real, you should know that by now; keep your mind focused on important matters such as how to cure the plague. If anyone can find a cure for it, you’d be one of the few. We can’t just get side tracked every time some coincidence happens,” smirked one of the Vampires from a back row, seeming unimportant. He retrieved a scrunched face from the brainy Vampire known as Juliart in an attempted snarl after eye contact sparked their mental conflict.
Fauztin wondered of what positions the council consisted of. There was Fireraven, who was obviously chosen because of his originality being one of the first ones, the young girl, who seemed to authority over many, most likely the creator of some of the older ones of the coven here, the two who opposed the idea of letting Talia live, who seemed to be two of those that the young slim Vampire woman might have turned, the knight, who bested a Vampire in a battle and proved his worth, and now this historian seeming character. Fauztin considered the idea that he might have been chosen for his brains, and he possessed great knowledge of the Olden Days, where Vampires ruled over many and where many myths and legends derived from.
He could not sense the ages of many of the members inside the hall, but easily guessed some of them, most correctly. Some remained a mystery throughout the entire meeting. Many debated and argued, and some even made a valid point now and again over some of the more serious matters. Fauztin waited patiently for approximately two hours until he burst out and asked, “Would anyone actually like me to show you the face of a hybrid? That’s one trait I carry similar to the Lycans: I have to change shape, just not nearly as drastically,” he blurted, interrupting an argument concerning which entrance should be guarded the most in case of another assault similar to the night before.
Fireraven then stood and spoke for the first time since introducing himself when he entered the court, “I think that’s a very good idea, Fauztin. Show them what you showed me last night, and perhaps then will they see your true potential. For now, I think we should exclude the roar and other powers for a later demonstration, personally,” he fluidly backed his comrade’s suggestion, charismatically persuading the rest of the Vampire and human members alike to agree. He swiftly pushed back many of the surrounding objects around Fauztin and gave him a hand signal implying that he was clear to demonstrate as he pleased.
Fauztin quickly told the observing council around him that Fireraven witnessed the fight the night before alongside him and that he had seen his transformation first hand. “I might not be able to contain the roar, though… It hurts a bit every time I do the transformation – that’s the bad part about only having a minor transformation. The whole thing doesn’t take place, so the restructure of bones grinding against each other hurts more than when they simply melt together and reshape, as a Lycan’s body does,” he carefully explained.