Dryac closed in, he stood up, getting onto his haunches, his fingers curling inwards, the scent of blood wasn't lycan, it was vampire, and since meeting Sumnor he had grown strongly against the butchering of vampries.

As Dryac led the group to the edge of the clearing, there were at least two dozen lycans stood around 5 dead vampries, the lycans didn't look too tough, Xyen was a bulky lycan, his muscles large and powerful, Dryac had something similar to Xyen with an added bonus of speed and agility.

Looking at the group, there were near enough twenty six lycans, nine of which were female, the scent of vampiric blood thick in all of their furs, "You'd better leave now if you're volitile, if not you canc oem with us, 'cause I know there's at least a few of you taht weren't involved in teh butchering of these here vampries." Sumnor cast acautionary glance over the deceased bodies, "At least one of these are related to me, this is personal." He had another look and pointed at a face he felt familiar towards, "Reiyn, he looks similar to you, of any relation?"

Niele walked forward, her hands leaving her pockets, "Well now that's just cruel, we should butcher them and leave no trace."

Dryac fell onto all fours, smelling the blood of the vampries, he knew the lycans were going to lose it, it was just amatter of preparing, "So... it's your choice, violent, or friendly?" At the word Friendly most of the lycans made a dash at the group, instantly, Dryac leapt upwards, tackling one of the larger lycans, Sumnor had his hands ful with two lycans, wrestling them, using his biotics to make his hands white hot, burning lycan skin. Niele was also wrestling with one, reaching for her dagger slowly.

A moment later, one of the lycans that Sumnor was struggling with fell dead, Sumnor had gotten his hands onto the mutt's face and melted through the skin easily, leaving it dead, then he let the biotics fade and starteda brutal fist fight with the other.

Dryac had been lashing out at the upper body and arms of the lycan he had leapt on, as it was easily twice his size and stronger, so he ahd to be quick, althought the lycan quickly swatted him away, jumping up and beginning to stalk over to him.

Niele was stabbing at the lycan she was having problems with, although she was too close, using the heel of her boot to smash the face of it, she lunged at it, dagger forward, popping the eye of the lycan and penetrating the brain, leaving it dead.

Sumnor toasted the last lycan that was attacking him, he used both hands coverred in blue energy to completely fry the pest, he melted all of the skin that was on it's bone, followed by some of it's muscles, leaving it's carc*censored* a bloody pulp on the ground, he then leapt into another group of three, elighting in their screams of agony.

Dryac saw his chance, he claped his powerful lycan jaws on the ankle of the other werewolf, causing it to drop to the floor, crushing all the bones in the lower leg, "You're too slow and methodical, you fool."  Dryac then bounded over to the lycan's neck andstarted devouring it's throat and upper torso, stopped only by another lycanjumping into him.

Niele made short work of the lycan, before grabbing another one and melting it in a similar way to Sumnor.

Sumnor had finished off all aggressive lycans that were attacking him, and leapt into a tree, laying himself across a rather sturdy limb, putting his head back and watching the sky and it's motions.

Dryac grabbed the lycan with great ease, throwing heavy punches into it's head, beginning to fracture it's skull, "C'mon, c'mon... let me hear that satisfying crack..."  A few long moments later, Dryac heard a loud, ear-piercing crack come from the skull beneath his fist, "That's a good boy, stay dead now ya hear?"

Niele dropping the bubbling carc*censored* and stood, glowering at the lycans that hadn't attacked, "Allies or cowards?!"  The lycans nodded their heads, The largest one, although he was still smaller than the ones they had killed and smaller than Dryac even, he spoke, "We're allies... if you'll have us as allies."

Sumnor sighed, before letting himself drop backwards, flipping in mid-air and landing on his feet behind Xyen, Rieyn and his daughter, "The three of you want to join? Seriously?" "Yes, we doubted our decision at first but once we saw you all fighting... we quickly arrived at the decision taht you're more than worthy of us, the question is, are we worthy of your group?"

Sumnor chuckled slightly, "It isn't my group, it's Xyen's, I know I act and look like a leader, but of this pack? no, and he will be your pack leader."  Sumnor the let himself drop onto a tree stump behind him, crossing his legs and stretching out the kinks.

Dryac groaned slightly as he transformed abck into his human form, his clothes reappearing, the feeling of lots of tension being releaved ecstasy for him, "I'm not a pack follower, I'm not the leader though, so just treat me as an equal yet still higher up, I know that makes no sense but basically, respect me like you would any leader, but treat me as a friend."

"I am not usually called "leader"" Xyen chuckled, taking his own human form. "But your welcome to join us, if no-one has any objections." He glanced over his shoulder, noticing immediately Rene's abscence.

Sighing slightly, he smiled back towards the other 3 Lycans, Reiyn simply shrugging. He wasn't nearly as fussed.

~~~

After a short flit, Rene found herself miles from the group. Eh. She hated groups. Despised them even. Hell, she wasn't a Lycan, and she wasn't willing to act like one. Coming to a stop, she realised she was on the edge of a town, one she didn't recognise.

"Can I help you, Vampire?"

Rene looked over her shoulder, falling into a defensive postition as she caught the scent of wolf. Great. She was sure she'd shaken them off. Behind her sat a young woman, legs crossed as she watched the vampire with amusement.

"Your in my territory."

 ~~~

Name: Ezeah Vayne

Age: Unkown.

Appearance:


Personality:
RP it out. I'm too lazy to type it up lol.

Sumnor was next to dozing off until he saw Rene dash off, he wasn't particularly bothered by her departure, but it snapped him awake nonetheless, "Let's get into town... you three might want to look... human, you know?" He stretched, attempting to get rid off all the knots in his back, "The town isn't too far, so let's get there and bed down, that fighting was a little to,,, ergised for my liking, I normally don't need to use my biotics, normally my fists suffice, but with the size of those lycans..."

((Time skip to the foreshadowed town.))

Sumnor had fltted, carrying Niele and Dryac, wanting to get ahead, leaving Xyen and Raiyn to deal with the lycans, the group hadn't made it three steps into the city before a voice forced them to stop in their place, "Sumnor? Niele? what is happening? is there danger? that's the only reason you ever visit anymore..."  The voice was chilling, one that Sumnor had not heard for a millennia or more...

Name: Xaphan Pegagnyx
Age: Unknown, he really is ancient, the oldest vamprie, an old blood.
Appearance:

Personallity: He's Sumnor's father for God's sake, do the math, he's an older version of him, just as aggressive and powerful. Also, he has always held respect for his son and his son's daughter, they were always capable of holding their own and that is what amde him appreciate the fact taht he barely ever got to see them.
History: He was the first vampire to ever be born, he was only able to have a child with the first female vampire who came a century after he did, so the first child he had was when he was 200 years old, Sumnor living since that veru day.

Xaphan turned to Ezaeah, "This is my son, Sumnor, I haven't seen him in... oh, t must be at least two millennia, that's two thousand years... oh such a long time..." "I thought you were dead! And you had it distilled ion me as a child that we do not mourn our dead! only live in a symbol to their lives!" "You thought I was dead? Whoever gave you that idea?" "A messenger I used to employ..." "That is strange..."

Sumnor looked down at Ezaeah before offering his hand, "I'm Sumnor, pleased to make your aquaintance, I see you decided to stick with the old Croan? I'm surprised you've managed to travel with him, or at least, that's the implication I recieve by the way ou act, or are you merely p*censored*ing? I'm intrigued, please, we must speak."

Niele had her hands on the back of her head, she had broken into a clothes store whilst Sumnor was catching up wth her grandfather, she would catch up later, she had pulled on a pair of Jeans, torn at the knees, she didn't knwo why she chose them... and a metal tee, black with only a large white skull in the middle, skin tight as she always used to wear.

Dryac took a step back so he was next to Xyen, leaning over to whisper, "This one's good, you may wanna get some popcorn..." He pointed to Xaphan, "That's Sumnor's long-lost pappy, he thought was dead and hasn't seen him in almost two thousand years..." He then pointed at Ezeah, "That... I think is Xaphan's travelling companion, not sure about her name, but she seems to be a pal to the pair right now."

Sumnor shook the hand of the lycan gratefully, "Oh, naturally eh? well I guess being a lycan is natural to you, but if I became one right now, that wouldn't be natural at all, that'd just be... unnatural now wouldn't it?"  Sumnor frowned slightly, releasing the hand, "Sorry I keep babbling, I do it when I'm thinking, helps me get everything all straightened out, but then makes me go off on tangents."

Niele stretched, the clothes becoming automatically natural to her, "If you're sorry about talking, then stop talking father, much easier than apologising, plus, it'd make a nice change."  She then offered her hand to Ezeah, "Pleased to meet you, I'm Sumnor's daughter."