Dark tidings for others (open)

[Jason]

Veton groaned lightly as the door to his chamber was banged upon. It was early in the day, and the vampire had just fallen asleep a few hours ago. Keagelli was pulled against his chest and the lush covers were messed underneath them, perhaps slightly pulled over Keagelli to prevent her from getting a chill. The room was large and ornately decorated, typical of a gothic palace, though only lit by the flames in the fire place, as the curtains were drawn. It was the largest bedroom in the palace with multiple ares attached to it.

The banging came again on the double doors and glowing eyes cracked open. The vampire lifted his head over his lover and hissed slightly. The little gray cub dubbed Anthony lay atop both his father and step-mother, splayed across them, entirely undisturbed by the noises. "Enter," Veton growled softly. He watched as his eldest's head poked in. "What could you possibly need in the middle of the day?" he hissed, voice barely over a whisper so as to disturb the two he slept with as little as he could.

"I was looking out the tower... There's an earthquake affecting the other lands," Maverick whispered, slipping in and closing the door behind him. He moved up to his father's bed and hunkered there, gazing toward the fire.

Veton heaved lightly. All had been informed that the palace was enchanted from some ago, and thus was not affected by natural disasters such as earthquakes or tornados. Whatever force had built this place had been monumental in power. He knew a few more details, but would not speak on it without verifying his facts. "And why does this matter to me?"

"You're not very nice..."

"Who dared to suggest that?"

"Aren't you worried about the others?" Maverick rested his chin on his father's bed.

"No. The remainder of our family is with Neo, who possesses abilities to warp space to his liking and thus remove any of his family from harm's way. If the earthquake will reach them, I'm sure he will move them well before. Any member of my brood is well equipped for any event, as I did not choose weak fools. There is nothing I can do to assist during the day, so I won't waste my time with anxiety." Veton narrowed his eyes, half tempted to put his glasses on.

The teen frowned and tilted his head. His brow was still set in a state of worry, but he only received a stare from his father. "Can I sleep with you?"

"... What?"

[drifter]

Keagelli Molloy | Zane Fearless

She had woken when Veton's son knocked. But she hadn't been bothered to stir. Whatever Maverick wanted was probably only meant for his father. Still appearing to be asleep, though Veton could tell that was no longer the case, a soft purr vibrated her being. In was meant to help shush Anthony back to sleep just in case he was woken up.
Kea listened to the two converse and her mind immediately drifted to her own family. They weren't safe. They didn't have an all powerful family member to keep them protected. But worse of all, Kea had no idea where they were. Maybe they were safe. Maybe where ever they were was unaffected by these earthquakes.
Her mind cleared from those stressful thoughts and smiled to what she then overheard. Now she raised her head, smiling sleepily at Maverick. "Of course you can." Her voice was low and soft though she was beginning to think little Anthony could sleep through a hurricane. Briefly she glimpsed up at Veton, a teasing look that mildly suggested she would over rule him on this. Kea then gently shifted to allow some more room for Maverick.

On the outskirts of Cruor, roughly a mile out, strolled a lone figure. The sun beat down upon his back yet it did not burn him as it did others of his, various, kind. The only effect that hindered the creature during the sunlight hours was near blindness. His eyes were unique. Not only could he see in pitch blackness as well as mortals could during the day, they were used to lure in his victims. His red iris' were speckled with what looked to be diamond dust. This caused them to sparkle and shine in a most beautiful way. Mortals were attracted to him like bees to flowers.
The downfall to having such an ability caused his eyes to be extremely sensitive to large amounts of light. For now he made his way through scent. Sure he could have traveled to his destination during the night but what fun was that? This way he could be sure someone was home and not out hunting.
Zane paused as a tremor vibrated up his paws. Ears perked as a very distant rumble crept though the air. He knew he wasn't too far off from this so called palace. A home of the dead he had heard. Naturally he figured it to be nothing more than rumor. A kingdom of vampires? He snorted before picking up his pace. If he was going to get there he best do it before the soil swallowed him whole.
He shot forward, racing to close the distance that lay between him and the palace. The shaking grew in time. By the end of it Zane could hardly stay on his own four feet. Just when he thought the ground really would open up and devour him, the shaking ceased. The vampire halted, squinted his eyes and turned around. He could hear the rumbling still going on but nothing was happening where he stood. Tilting his head he turned back around and shrugged. There were stranger things in this world he supposed.

[Jason]

Veton had felt the slight change in Keagelli indicating consciousness, but assumed she had only stirred and would be asleep a minute after the sounds stopped. Her purring simply goaded him into nuzzling her neck and chugging quietly. He let his muzzle rest by the gray cub. A blazing red eye cracked and a soft complaint arose from the child, but was swiftly soothed. Maroon eyes moved back to Keagelli and he snorted softly and glanced to his son and rolled his eyes, but nodding as well.

The teen's bright green eyes lit up as he carefully climbed into bed and rested his head atop his father's flank with his nose pressed against the female who had essentially become his mother.

Veton stretched his foreleg and draped it back over Keagelli and pulled her in again to his chest and used his tail to pull his covers up over Maverick before using it to curl about him so that the insecure youth felt a bit better. The vampire was not especially sentimental or otherwise, but he still put effort forth as a father where he could. He was anxious to see his three other children. He was happy to know that Kimiko would no longer be in his or the children's life as far as he knew. The crazy female would have a harder time attempting to reach him at his home.

Yet... As he continued to think on the subject of his children's mother, Veton picked up a slight disturbance. All he could tell was that it was not one of his vampiric brood or one of his thralls. Nor could he tell how many it would be. It could be Neo and his family, or it could have been Kimiko. He could not go to answer the door, though. He tilted his head slightly and sent an order to the closest thrall. A pale, fragile looking female rose from her bed down the hall. A scarf of red silk was wrapped about her neck, indicating the role she played to Veton.

Nicolette quietly and tiredly made her way to the door. Like most any thrall, she was Veton's devoted servant, bonded to him. But she was a vampire's thrall, thus, her submission was not necessarily a choice, but something that came to her after Veton shared the slightest bit of his blood with her. She was unwaveringly loyal to him. The slender female moved to the door and gave it a gentle push with her paw to look out at whoever had entered the grounds. Pale blue eyes fell on the foreign male and her eyes narrowed, but her expression remained sleepy. "Can I help you?" Her voice was barely above a whisper.