"You.. you do not speak the truth," Draven said in disbelief, still shaken at the ntion of the na. "And why would you ntion his na aloud?"
Annabelle waved off his words, but her tone remained serious.
"His na is no longer feared as it once was, Draven. Velhalla is less superstitious than it was years ago. Many see Galvacaniva as a myth. A re legend."
The words brought a new anger to Draven.
After all, he had t the Broken God himself. He knew that he was true.
And he knew that the deity was not a fan of Draven.
"How can you be certain that Lunaris has spoken to him?"
Draven did not use the god's na aloud. He did not wish to draw it's attention.
Annabelle took another sip from her blueleaf tea before continuing.
"The sins of the Father shall be visited upon the son... Or, in this case, the daughter. It's not that Lunaris has spoken to Galvacaniva, but rather that Galvacaniva has spoken to her. He wishes for her to fulfill his goal. The one that Fenrir failed to do."
And with those words, things began to fall into place for Draven.
He rose from his seat, not needing to hear anymore. He understood what was going on.
Annabelle looked at him unsurprised.
"So what will you do, Draven? Once again a god has aided your foes, giving them a goal that ends with your demise." She spoke, with sincerity in her voice.
Draven turned away from her, anger brewing inside of him.
Though it was not directed at The Mother.
She had decided to tell him this information that he would not have known otherwise. Annabelle was clearly not an imdiate enemy.
She would be dealt with so other ti. For now, Draven had other goals in mind.
"Thank you, Annabelle." He said to her as he made his way to exit. "We will speak again soon."
...
"I hope so." She replied before Draven closed the door behind him.
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[Lunaris Ashwolf]
"When he ca before , I was filled with much fear. No... I don't even know if fear is the right word to use." Ecliyen Ashwolf, younger brother of Lunaris and Son of Fenrir, spoke to a group of young Werewolves at the peak of the First Mountain.
Snow fell onto their skin, lting against its warmth.
Lunaris Ashwolf stood beside him, watching as her brother spoke the words of encouragent.
"But once I was filled with the power of his blessing, I knew that there was nothing to be afraid of." Ecliyen continued, holding his claws up before him as he spoke. The unbreakable material sharp and deadly.
"Galvacaniva, The Mighty God is our friend. He is our companion, and he has given but a simple task that I will achieve even if it costs everything... Draven is not a threat to like he was my father. I am stronger than he was, even my sister says so."
Ecliyen pointed to her sister, and the twenty young Werewolves looked at her with glowing eyes.
She nodded her head to confirm the words of her brother, before addressing them with a confident voice.
"The words Ecliyen speaks are true. I may be the leader of the Werewolves, but I am no longer the strongest. Ecliyen has reached strengths that will make even Draven Noctaris cower in fear. The Vampire Lord knows the capabilities of Galvacaniva, as he has battled with him through Fenrir.
"But that was when Galvacaniva was only a Broken God. Now, he is Mighty, and Ecliyen is his true Vessel..." She let the words hang in the air for a mont, before saying the last part.
"The Werewolves will soon rule over all."
The young Werewolves looked at her with smiles etching onto their faces before they finally started giving out applause and cheers.
Ecliyen seed to be proud of himself, and Lunaris was proud of him too.
I know how much he hates this stuff, but this is what the younger werewolves need.
Confidence can win battles, and we know that the vampires have a lot of it...
Especially Draven.
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[Draven Noctaris]
It was nightti when Draven entered back through the Noctaris estate, so when he reached the training field, it was empty.
He was still brewing with anger and had been during his entire journey ho.
The words of Annabelle, The Mother, had struck him to his core.
Things were much more serious than he could have ever imagined them to be.
As he stood in the centre of the field, he looked up at the night sky, the full moon casting its glow on his pale skin.
I will wait no longer...
He outstretched his hand towards the moon as though he wished to pull it from the sky.
It will not be long before the werewolves are wiped from existence...
"Galvacaniva." He said aloud for the first ti.
"If you can hear , I simply ask why you have such contempt for . Because you believe my strength disrupts the balance of the world?"
The words hung in the air, and of course, Lord Draven received no reply from the broken god.
He continued.
"If you are the keeper of balance, then you should not have allowed to be born in such a way in the first place."
He placed his finger into his mouth and bit down until a drop of Malevolent Blood fell and began to spiral around him.
"Whichever god is responsible for my creation should have prevented this deformity from falling upon ."
He concentrated the drop of blood and balanced it on his fingertip before allowing it to evaporate into the air.
Afterwards, Draven sent a ssage to vampires, speaking to all that could hear telepathically.
"Vampires." He said in a quiet voice. "The Werewolves will be seeing us tomorrow."
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