<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/3H3cICv.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="color: #FF4040">Fiery hair, deep emerald green eyes.. an only slightly pasty skin. Valiant wasnt like all the others of his kind, sure he was born into the royal family and thus eventually took over the throne.. but he wasnt like the other covens around. Stuck up royalty who feel that humans are nothing more than blood bags of annoyance, a walking feast to be eaten upon whenever they seen fit. Take out on legs, toss em into the alley like trash in the garbage once finished because there was never any light left. Drained entirely of blood and soul, the human body was discarded wherever the other vampires not under his watch chose.<br/><br/>He sighed an rubbed the bridge of his nose, growling at the stupidity he has to deal with.. but really cant. He had no control per se over other covens, who were outside his territory all he could do was send a request to the high coven leaders who oversee every coven in the USA and hopes theyd take the request for inquiry seriously. After all, to expose ones self to the human world could cause mass chaos and panic. How do you think the shit went down in the medieval era? Stupid vampires exposing themselves by not cleaning up and over feeding, causing one to get caught mid-snack and thus lynch mobs.. stereotypical garlic strands, torches of fire and pitchforks. Wiping out three covens he was related too long down the line.<br/><br/>"IDIOTS!"<br/><br/>He snarled loudly, chucking his goblet of wine down at the ground missing his right hand vampire by a mere few inches. And sudden, a swirling vortex opened up above him dropping into his lap a very small and pretty... angel.<span style="font-style: italic"> ANGEL?!</span> What the hell was in that goblet of blood? Was he drugged? Perhaps.. he was sleeping, after all this was a nightmare situation. Angels an demons were not supposed to meet, let alone mingle an touch. An none had ever entered his realm, unless they were truly fallen angels such as his right hand man.<br/><br/>"Damien! Get... get her... get here out of here!"<br/><br/>He roared, the female was obviously out of it and he would rather she not wake up in his lap. That.. would just be seriously awkward. Though he couldnt seem to pull his gaze away from her beauty, wondering why she ended up here of all places an who thought it would be amusing to toss a pure angel into the demon kings lap. Heads would roll. <span style="font-style: italic">Why.. isnt she out of my lap yet?!</span> thats when his voice broke through his thoughts, though his eyes still glued upon those soft feathered wings an sweet face.<br/><br/>"Sire... sire you have to let go. I cant move her with you gripping her arm, itll rip off."<br/><br/>He what? But he wasnt... was he? Oh, apparently he was holding her. Fingers quickly releasing the lithe female that was momentarily in his lap before she vanished from his view, causing him to look up seeing Damien his best friend walk away with the passed out angel in his arms. Christ! What was he going to do? He ran his fingers through his fiery locks and slumped in his chair even more, as if shit wasnt already difficult enough. He couldnt just leave her with Damien, the Vampire King slinked from his chair and went to the visitors chambers where the female would be laying upon a soft bed while Valiant sat in the chair nearby just starring and wondering what the fuck he was going to do when she woke up.</span></span><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i.imgur.com/W2iw6Hz.jpg?1">[ img ]</a></div>