ReyaMorningkill
The Blood Splattered One
Rumors among the immortal community had been circulating for some time now. There was something out there that none of them had planned for or been able to stop. The vampires had recently lost an entire coven to some unknown terror, no survivors to give any hints or clues as to what exactly had happened. There had been some unknown type of residue at the scene of the crime that was unrecognizable, testing had only concluded that whatever it had been was some sort of shifter. The vampires immediately blamed their long time enemy only to find that packs of werewolves had also been murdered, the same mysterious residue left behind.
A truce was set in place between the long time warring parties, each offering to send a representative for their race to a meeting that would help them track down this new threat.Whatever it was was powerful enough to be a threat to everything on the planet and it had to be stopped! Reluctantly Ranac had offered to represent his werewolf brothern at the meeting, the seasoned male being well versed in such meetings. His only concern was his brother, Mok. Though Mok was well known as a rogue male the wolves had decided if anything had a chance to stand up to whatever was murdering houses of vampires and packs of wolves it was a Morningkill, specifically it was Mok. He had made a name for himself over his long years on the planet, Insanity's Black Plague. A name some feared and with just cause.
Ranac took a deep breath as he composed himself while brushing his long white hair out of his face, his green eyes falling on his brother sitting a chair down from him. Mok was caramel complected and covered in scars from numerous fights with hunters and silver weapons, though the brand of his family name branded into his left arm was by far the most noticeable. Mok's cold eyes fell on Ranac for a moment before he stretched and leaned back in his chair.
"You really think they're going to show up brother?" Inquired the black haired male.
"Mok don't start. The vampires agreed to send someone suitable on this mission to locate this new threat. Mostly because there was a great concern about your....stability." Ranac watched his brother laugh slightly at his statement. "But they were certain you had the qualifications to be able to help stop whatever this is. Be thankful and for God sakes try to be nice to the vampire. if this works out theres a chance to align a permanent truce and our name will be cleared finally."
The Morningkill werewolves had become a thing of legend. The first of them killed the daughters of both a powerful vampire and a strong alpha werewolf which had landed his entire family at risk. It had been ordered that any Morningkill was to be killed on sight and so it had been for centeries. At the present day there were four surviving Morningkill werewolves, Mok and Ranac being direct offspring from the original Morningkill werewolf. There had been an offer that the eradication of the Morningkill werewolves would be lifted if Mok could help take down this new threat. Ranac had offered to go but his peers seemed to believe Mok was the better choice. Ranac's emerald eyes fell upon his brother once more, the 7'0" tall male tilting his chair back so far Ranac was sure he'd fall over.
A truce was set in place between the long time warring parties, each offering to send a representative for their race to a meeting that would help them track down this new threat.Whatever it was was powerful enough to be a threat to everything on the planet and it had to be stopped! Reluctantly Ranac had offered to represent his werewolf brothern at the meeting, the seasoned male being well versed in such meetings. His only concern was his brother, Mok. Though Mok was well known as a rogue male the wolves had decided if anything had a chance to stand up to whatever was murdering houses of vampires and packs of wolves it was a Morningkill, specifically it was Mok. He had made a name for himself over his long years on the planet, Insanity's Black Plague. A name some feared and with just cause.
Ranac took a deep breath as he composed himself while brushing his long white hair out of his face, his green eyes falling on his brother sitting a chair down from him. Mok was caramel complected and covered in scars from numerous fights with hunters and silver weapons, though the brand of his family name branded into his left arm was by far the most noticeable. Mok's cold eyes fell on Ranac for a moment before he stretched and leaned back in his chair.
"You really think they're going to show up brother?" Inquired the black haired male.
"Mok don't start. The vampires agreed to send someone suitable on this mission to locate this new threat. Mostly because there was a great concern about your....stability." Ranac watched his brother laugh slightly at his statement. "But they were certain you had the qualifications to be able to help stop whatever this is. Be thankful and for God sakes try to be nice to the vampire. if this works out theres a chance to align a permanent truce and our name will be cleared finally."
The Morningkill werewolves had become a thing of legend. The first of them killed the daughters of both a powerful vampire and a strong alpha werewolf which had landed his entire family at risk. It had been ordered that any Morningkill was to be killed on sight and so it had been for centeries. At the present day there were four surviving Morningkill werewolves, Mok and Ranac being direct offspring from the original Morningkill werewolf. There had been an offer that the eradication of the Morningkill werewolves would be lifted if Mok could help take down this new threat. Ranac had offered to go but his peers seemed to believe Mok was the better choice. Ranac's emerald eyes fell upon his brother once more, the 7'0" tall male tilting his chair back so far Ranac was sure he'd fall over.
