⚜38th of Glade, Year124, A.o.S⚜
⚜ The smell of blood was saturating the air of the forested that connected the wildking's Forge to Zaichaeri territory. It was within these woods that the sounds of a conflict permeated within the safe harbor of the trees. A group of highwaymen had been terrorizing the routes from the forests into the territory belonging to Zaichaer, and unfortunately for them, a merchant looking to try and establish trade routes within the area had hired a monster to clear them out. The vampyre had come alone, and had stalked them since the sun rose from beneath its hidden horizon.
He had been watching them and waiting, patiently biding his time till it was appropriate to strike, and when he did, nothing could have prepared those poor souls for the carnage that ensued. With a blade in his hand he went to work, reveling in the slaughter of fools who prayed on the innocent. Going into a sprint, he lept over the ones writhing on the ground from the initial attack and shot straight for the second wave.
As if sensing his intention, the horde of highwaymen charged at him, and he responded accordingly. Parrying each slash sent to him he made his way through the horde, turning to face them. Without hesitation, he pivoted to his right and drove his blade through the first body that was in range. Again and again, the blade tore its way through the horde, screams and wails filling the forest as Dreyfus danced around the battlefield.
For each one that fell, it seemed that three more took its place, though their numbers were dwindling. Annoyed, he opted to take the fight to a more suitable battleground and ran into the dense lush forest, the desperate warriors giving chase. The further he went into the forest the louder their warcries roared in the air, which made him smile. When he was far enough ahead of them he ascended one of the trees and waited.
Once the group got in range of him he could see they were in a defensive formation. They weren't making it easy, but he was fine with that, made this all more fun. He lept from tree to tree with the aid of kinetics, making his steps light, the tree rustling from him, though it could have just been the wind blowing as there was a breeze going. Moving to the rear of the group he pulled at the flux to snatch one of the bandits up, his kinetic force squeezing the life from the man, and the vampyre driving his blade through its skull for extra measure.
By the time the body hit the floor, Dreyfus was gone, back into the shadows of the forest as he went to pick off another. The confusion from the body being found was perfect, a nice predatory tactic, as even the most battle-trained warriors would lose their shit in a situation like this. A dense forest with low visibility and an enemy that could not be seen was always unnerving.
Channeling the hemovision, Dreyfus could see them perfectly, and slipping up to a tree was had his back to, the vampyre commenced in nourishing the forest floor with their blood. Using the lush of the foliage to his advantage he stalked them, and when one got close his blade would force its way through the chest of the unfortunate one.
One by one they fell till only a human female remained. She cursed and called him a coward for hiding in the shadows. Amused he stepped from where he was hiding, and she came charging at him, full of rage. It was easy to sidestep her, only to snatch her up by her throat with his with his magic. The vampyre proceeded to make his way back out of the forest and into the open, and when he had he looked to the prey held within his grasp. The woman was still struggling against his vice like grip. "I have worked up quite an appetite." he mused, sinking his teeth into the woman, drinking her dry before tossing the lifeless corpse aside. ⚜
"Common Speech"
"Silandris Speech"
"Self-Thoughts"
