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In a land, long lost and forgotten, four races have joined forces. The entirety of the population is run by 4 leaders. Each one representing the different races. Under each leader is a council to report on the wishes of their individual peoples. Shain Shanks is the newest elected leader for the Vampire Colonies. He is also the youngest to have ever been elected, so a great pressure is placed on him. Within a council meeting with his elder vampires, they tell tale of a new clan that has formed amongst the humans. A clan of hunters. This information does not bode well for the peace that has been present between the races for centuries. They confronted the leader of the humans, to no avail. His mind was clear of any knowledge of such a clan. Also, the minds of the Lycans and of the Shape-changers were free of such knowledge as well.
With this dangerous knowledge, it has fallen to Shain to flush out this clan and protect his people, and the peace they held between the other races. It had long been ruled that Vampires only turn those who are willing to become part of their race, so he ruled out just turning the clan to his side. It was a rule that couldn't be broken, lest he start a war that had since long been forgotten. When he finally arrived at the whispered about cavern where this new clan was said to have laid claim, he was attacked.
He fought bravely, but was greatly outnumbered. When he thought all was lost, a woman came to his rescue. A human woman. She was exceptionally skilled, and somehow, easily fended off the attackers. When all was safe, she approached this beautiful man who lay nearly motionless on the ground. His wounds were grave, and she feared she had not been there in time to save him. She knelt, thinking to keep him company until he passed into the void that was death. At least he wouldn't die alone.
In his fear, anger, and pain, Shain bit this woman, having only been able to smell flesh and blood. He had nearly drained her before his senses came back to him, and he stopped himself. He realized that this was no ordinary human, but was still, as far as he knew, unwilling to become blood bound to a vampire. He thought to just kill her, and claim that she was one of his attackers. Though he knew, as he thought about it, that she wasn't and his kind would be able to tell from her memories.
So, he softly whispered the blood oath ritual that would help the venom turn her veins cold and give her immortality. He waited patiently, so that they could talk. He didn't want to start a war, he wanted to stop one from happening. And to do this, he had to somehow convince this woman not to claim he had bitten her without consent. This would be more difficult that he thought.
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