Post by Project Genesis on Apr 10, 2005 20:19:20 GMT -5
The creatures of the night were not cretins, of inferior intelligence. If anything, there skill charisma, and knowledge was tenfold of that of a mortal. Lamontt had assembled a representative, who held power above the masses of each group of dark races, indeed there were rifts in the past that caused tension between the groups. Vampires of different clans, werewolfs, demons of all types, even mortals who's craving of blood led them to lust.
Lamontt sat in the head chair of the large room, his eyes studying the ghostly features off all assembled. The table was a long old fashioned table, with large almost life like owl heads carved out of the corners. Cold, inanimate eyes staring off into nothingness.
"Now that we're all assembled, we have pressing matters at hand. We all know of the growing power this man gains, also loyalty among mortals. This threatening force, troubles are very presence in Ragnorak."
The men and even woman asssembeld at the table all nodded at this. Lamontt's arms folded across the table as his blood red eyes stared at the cieling for a moment, as if lost in thought. Their was light exchange of words between those assembled, but their voices were hushed with the powerful words of the ancient vampire. "Now the representative of the Clan Venture, what do you have to say of this matter?"
His eyes fixed upon the form of the regal man seated in the corner. Such elegance resonating from his presence, that the only one in the room that could challenge his will was that of Lamontt so it seemed. "This man Donovinh Krushchev, is now in a dictatorship like position, he has the power now but soon he will have the title, and."His words were cut off, by the sharp voice of Lamontt speaking up above them.
"And before he takes measures to eliiminate us kindred of the darkness." Their was quite a shock throughout the whole room. What kind of power would one have to control the malevolent creatures of old? The creatures who's myths invoke fear into the hearts of children. And when those unlucky souls who find out they aren't just myths, tremble in the presence of them.
"This is perposterous!" The leader of the lycans bellowed. "What mortal has the type of power to confront even one of such clans of us creatures of old?"
Some nodded in agreement, while some said nothing, obviously undecided. Others only shook their head knowing that mortals were a danger to them all, if lead by the right person.
"These humans have the power to kill us. And what if they capture one of us? What kind of weapon could they create to destroy us? This man Donovinh has an empire at his disposal. He is leading a industral manufacturing organization and controls the military and practically has the masses at his feet. They fear his ways, they are religous to their beliefs. But soon, this mans facade will even decieve us."
The werewolf representative was outraged, slamming his hand into the table, it shook wildly, but was qualmed by the steady hands of the others at the table. "I will not blindly believe any mortal has more power then us, that is utter blasphemy!" He roared.
Lamontt slowly stood up, his form towering over the table, staring the werewolf directly in the eyes, as if gazing into his soul. "Do not let yourself be blnided from the truth, we must stand together if we wish to survive this new dawn."
"We have feasted upon these beings for centuries, no technology can elimate our kind. If we need, we will move back into the wilderness for as long as it takes for this power to settle down."
"Then go run with your tails between your legs wolf boy." Lamontt spoke, his voice emanating with a powerful tone, and such clearness rining with each syllable he muttered.
The werewolf sprang to his feet, growling slightly as his eyes honed in on Lamontt. "Atleast being an animal is better then being a parasite, you vermin!"
"I would watch what you say, i'm not the only one your insulting." The other vampire representatives slowly stood up, their chairs sliding back as tension rose in the room, eyes honed in on the lone werewolf. "Now, gentleman. We will see who's sides you take on this. I propose a council of dark beings, be enstated in this time of trouble, all in favor raise their hand, those not in favor keep your hands lowered."
Tick, tick tock said the clock.
Lamontt sat in the head chair of the large room, his eyes studying the ghostly features off all assembled. The table was a long old fashioned table, with large almost life like owl heads carved out of the corners. Cold, inanimate eyes staring off into nothingness.
"Now that we're all assembled, we have pressing matters at hand. We all know of the growing power this man gains, also loyalty among mortals. This threatening force, troubles are very presence in Ragnorak."
The men and even woman asssembeld at the table all nodded at this. Lamontt's arms folded across the table as his blood red eyes stared at the cieling for a moment, as if lost in thought. Their was light exchange of words between those assembled, but their voices were hushed with the powerful words of the ancient vampire. "Now the representative of the Clan Venture, what do you have to say of this matter?"
His eyes fixed upon the form of the regal man seated in the corner. Such elegance resonating from his presence, that the only one in the room that could challenge his will was that of Lamontt so it seemed. "This man Donovinh Krushchev, is now in a dictatorship like position, he has the power now but soon he will have the title, and."His words were cut off, by the sharp voice of Lamontt speaking up above them.
"And before he takes measures to eliiminate us kindred of the darkness." Their was quite a shock throughout the whole room. What kind of power would one have to control the malevolent creatures of old? The creatures who's myths invoke fear into the hearts of children. And when those unlucky souls who find out they aren't just myths, tremble in the presence of them.
"This is perposterous!" The leader of the lycans bellowed. "What mortal has the type of power to confront even one of such clans of us creatures of old?"
Some nodded in agreement, while some said nothing, obviously undecided. Others only shook their head knowing that mortals were a danger to them all, if lead by the right person.
"These humans have the power to kill us. And what if they capture one of us? What kind of weapon could they create to destroy us? This man Donovinh has an empire at his disposal. He is leading a industral manufacturing organization and controls the military and practically has the masses at his feet. They fear his ways, they are religous to their beliefs. But soon, this mans facade will even decieve us."
The werewolf representative was outraged, slamming his hand into the table, it shook wildly, but was qualmed by the steady hands of the others at the table. "I will not blindly believe any mortal has more power then us, that is utter blasphemy!" He roared.
Lamontt slowly stood up, his form towering over the table, staring the werewolf directly in the eyes, as if gazing into his soul. "Do not let yourself be blnided from the truth, we must stand together if we wish to survive this new dawn."
"We have feasted upon these beings for centuries, no technology can elimate our kind. If we need, we will move back into the wilderness for as long as it takes for this power to settle down."
"Then go run with your tails between your legs wolf boy." Lamontt spoke, his voice emanating with a powerful tone, and such clearness rining with each syllable he muttered.
The werewolf sprang to his feet, growling slightly as his eyes honed in on Lamontt. "Atleast being an animal is better then being a parasite, you vermin!"
"I would watch what you say, i'm not the only one your insulting." The other vampire representatives slowly stood up, their chairs sliding back as tension rose in the room, eyes honed in on the lone werewolf. "Now, gentleman. We will see who's sides you take on this. I propose a council of dark beings, be enstated in this time of trouble, all in favor raise their hand, those not in favor keep your hands lowered."
Tick, tick tock said the clock.
