Post by Drake Night on Aug 5, 2012 3:12:37 GMT -4
Drake stood with his hands in his pockets, watching the fire slowly die as the it slowly ate away at the driftwood it was fed. It was nice, to feel the warmth radiating from it, yet it never dared to burn him. His heels dug into the dirt as he stared into the light's depth, his mind being drawn back to his past few lifetimes. He was a noblemen, then a prince, and even a dictator at one time. But through all his years-alive or undead-he had always been a warrior. And now he found himself to a war hero in a time of peace, unwanted and unneeded.
The Vampaneze frowned, his kind had been on the brink of war for centuries. The whole world was humming, something was coming that would spark or extinguish the beginning of a battle. He wanted to know what that spark was, he craved it. Drake had been thinking of it for a while, more often since he joined the Cirque Du Freak. He smiled ironically to himself, here he was a warrior in a neutral place.
The Vampaneze frowned, his kind had been on the brink of war for centuries. The whole world was humming, something was coming that would spark or extinguish the beginning of a battle. He wanted to know what that spark was, he craved it. Drake had been thinking of it for a while, more often since he joined the Cirque Du Freak. He smiled ironically to himself, here he was a warrior in a neutral place.
