Draconi Igneel's Story

Zerlinda quietly watched from the rooftop, it kind of bored her… Just sitting there watching some mortals, and some fellow vampires in disguise, walk around. She was concealing her own presence, as she didn't like being questioned. Her eyes were still focused in some of the vampires which were, apparently, following their food, that was until she felt the need to leave. Maybe it was time to check out whatever was going on in the meeting… But that was prohibited, and she's the type to be strict with rules. She did take on thing into her mind after all of this: “It's not prohibited if you're unseen.” That was the code of nearly all that were like her.

She was a spy, and one of the best, otherwise she'd be dead by now. The risky part was the fact that the king and queen of her kind were there, and there was only one way to eavesdrop.

In the blink of an eye, she was out of the place, and already inside their clan's territory. She was still invisible to others, and she was grateful that there was no one around. There's a small sphere of darkness in front of her, opening some sort of portal in the meeting place, though it was invisible in the eyes of the others for a limited amount of time. It wasn't as risky as her going there, and if she's unlucky enough, they'd find out that it was her doing. But, having concealed and cleaned everything, it wasn't at all that bad. This could give her only up to ten minutes, or at least before they notice. Blatant lies could also get her out of this, anyway. She cleared her thoughts and started looking at the sphere, already showing the image of the meeting place. It seemed so simple yet grand, and she heard someone speak, “The Blood Contract can simply be a last resort, as in if all else fails.” The voice said. Zerlinda wasn't much of a good guesser, but she knew who might've suggested the said contract–Seraphina, of course.

“Daring as ever,” she thought silently as she watched what could be called a ruckus, “I wonder how this would go,” she talked to herself in her mind, even imagining whatever could happen. Years and years of being separated, surely this wouldn't end without a fight, and blood.



“I'm terribly sorry for all this, I do not mean to interrupt,” she says as soon as she entered the room, eying the others. They were all different in so many ways, and she was, apparently, the youngest-looking one there. She was, although, aware that the Air clan's leaders were young--far too young, maybe.

“We didn't wish to burden anyone in any way,” she clarifies, “There has been some trouble, my clan's King and Queen had some rather urgent business, so, I'll be their representative for now. Rest assured, they are to arrive.” She tried to look as encouraging as she could, but truth be told, she had no idea what happened to them, and wherever they were. She felt somewhat uneasy, and that wasn't a good thing. But the only thing she could do was to substitute them, because this one meeting was essential to everyone.

She walked to where Vladimir was and sat near him, “Do enlighten me with whatever happened, Lieutenant,” she says in a quieter voice without looking at the man, “Spare me the unnecessary details.” Her golden-like eyes still looking around, staring at each person in the room for a short while, she didn't want to seem rude, not in any way. She couldn't risk messing anything up.

Sakura was shocked that Saphera asked about forming a blood pack and then even more shooked that it sounded like Saphera was trying to command her Sakura started to stand to protest when a blazing fire arived around whare the fire nobles where supposed to be and for a second she thought that finally they had arived. A second latter she relizad it was only the fire clans noble messinger and she saw her oppertunity and stood up to addres the colective "I agree with the blood pack but we must form one with all of the clans" she let that hang for a second and started agein "both of the fire clan nobels must be hear and all i see is a guard no offence Vladamer and a messinger no offence yet agien" she said staring at the fire clan "Also i dont think the wind clan welps even know what a blood pact is the last time we formed one was over 6000 years ago" Sakura said to the collection as a hole as she sat back down and wisperd to Dominic in a childish voice"was i to rash ...if so can you forgive me dom... "

The way they all acted was amusing Zerlinda. She didn’t need to do anything to notice that a lot of them had hate for each other. It was wicked, or so she thought. She was, perhaps, getting too carried away with this. But she didn’t forget that her time was nearly over. She had to close the portal, or they’ll notice—and who knows what dangers she’d face by then.
Before she could close it, a man announced the Fire Clan’s King’s death.

“They’re already starting?” Zer thought, referring to the elders, of course. She completely closed it, and life seemed to continue on its boring pace. “Heh,” she refrained from chuckling, “Time to play with the others.”

In a second or two, she was already in the Fire Clan’s territory, and this wasn’t the first time she came. Before she could even make a step, someone bumped into her. “What bad luck,” she thought.

“When did you get there?” The lady asked her, she was thinking as to whether she should reply or make a run for it, but she couldn’t, she stayed long enough to, at least, be recognized.





“Both of the Fire Clan nobles must be here and all I see is a guard, no offence, Vladimir, and a messenger, no offence yet again.” The Water Clan’s queen spoke.

“No offense was taken, ma’am,” she replied in all sincerity. Afterwards, she remained silent. The only thing she could do here was to reply if she was being talked to, she couldn’t push her opinion in, it wasn’t her job to, and she believed she wasn’t in place to do that.

It was getting frustrating, watching all the others try to be polite and calm, but she knew they could barely stand being with each other. Draconi was merely listening until she felt as if some ice hit her, though it was different… It seemed unreal; it was unreal. This wasn't a very good sign, indeed. Suddenly, she felt another’s presence. Her head jolted to look at the man, “Pardon me, my lords and ladies, but I have a private message for Vladimir.”

Her eyes were filled with suspicion; it was rare for someone, especially a man that’s not of high ranks, to just barge in during a meeting like this. Everyone knew these things were important, and Draconi was well aware than this wasn’t an ordinary message, nor was it just private. It was, in her assumption, important. Thoughts were invading her mind, she didn’t even have any idea what anyone else was saying. It was rare for Draconi, especially due to the fact that it’s necessary for her, not to pay attention.

In a couple of minutes, Vladimir came back and announced something, “It seems that there has been a complication. The Fire King is now myself. It seems he was brutally scorched to death. A shame.”

Her eyes widened, but she immediately composed herself, “It seems that I have to attend these Goddamn meetings. Well, if I’m going to be stuck here, I might as well make myself comfortable.” Vladimir, now a king, continued. The way he acted surprised her, but she couldn't protest, at all. Not now, not ever.

Kenshi couldn’t die so easily, and there’s only one person—if they can be considered such—that can do that… The elders.

In one of the flames in their territory, a dragon, no more than 4 feet in length, spawned. It was one of her pets, so to speak. It slithered into the mansion, she had to see for herself, but she can’t just leave the meeting place after going there.

Meanwhile, the cloud in her mind was vanishing, “May I have the permission to speak?” she asked the others.

As the messenger disappeared in a flash of flames, Vladimir wanted to shoot something, preferably a living being. But he could not show his reaction to the rest of the royals, he could not appear weak, especially not now, becoming king so recently. 
Now he had to choose a new queen. 

Decisions already!  He could just pick a beautiful queen who was easily manipulated, but then his enemies would use her to. Better to pick someone who had a strong enough will to resist the enemy leaders. 
 
He could pick Rowena, she had risen fairly high in the ranks of intrigue. But she had to much ambition. That was dangerous for Vlad. Maybe...Draconi? She was already here. That would help a lot, give the Fire Clan an extra voice in this chaotic excuse for a meeting. Royals and their posturing. 

"Suicide, eh?  An undignified way to go," Vladimir spoke aloud. He took his feet off the table and looked around the room and found Draconi. 

"I guess I will have to choose a new queen," Vladimir said. He drew a single pistol, then flicked it onto the table, spinning. It completed several rotations, before coming to a stop, pointing directly at Draconi. Vladimir has judged his flick perfectly. 

He hunched over the table to look down the sights on his gun, and announced: "And the winner is... Draconi! Congratulations, you have won...a permanent seat at all the driest meetings there are! Come on over to claim your prize!" Vlad told her, gesturing to the empty chair by his side. 

"Now that that's out of the way, I believe that in order to take down these Elders, we have to join forces and hunt them down one by one. In order to do this, all of our troops need to be well versed in the techniques of combat for each individual Elder. I agree with Skyler and think that we should send representatives to each others armies and have them rotate around until all the troops have been instructed by the Elder combat expert from each clan. 

"We need to move together to a easily defendable position to train our armies. We have to hunt down these damned Elders and end their miserable lives once and for all. Now who's with me?"