Leonil Drestback
Location: Forest --> Spring
Interacting with: Alaia/Aklenroth (@Alivefalling) Myra (@Jellybeans) Nathaniel (@HumanMusic) Cain (@Warborn123)
The appearance of a vampire startled Leonil. He immediately drew his sword in response. As the vampire appeared and his face revealed, Leonil tensed up. It would seem that the vampire also knew Alaia and had done something horrible to her best friend. A growl formed in his throat, his body itching to transform. However, he fought it back. It would do him no good should he transform and reveal himself now. Not with the hunter here. "I have scores to settle with him - Aklenroth. I know what he is capable of." He said, venom dripping with his words. He rarely got angry or let his composure fall, but beings like Aklenroth were one of the reasons why he would just go ballistic. A horrible three headed werewolf appeared and he couldn't help but be revolted by it, rage and anger filled his entire body as he looked at the disfigured werewolf.
This vampire had the gall to make one of his brethren like that. A dragon appeared, the woman's familiar. Her demeanor changed but he didn't pay this any mind. His entire body visibly shook with the negative emotions filling it. He could barely hear Alaia's orders with the blood thundering in his ears. Another vampire entered the fray, this one was unfamiliar and unknown to him. The hunter that accompanied the one with the helmet foolishly charged at the three headed werewolf, attempting to wound the beast. He was ripped to shreds, his screams of terror and agony filling the area.
Flames began to lick around his iron sword, swirling and flickering between orange, red and blue. The fire reflected his own feelings - the only thing occupying his mind was destruction and death. He took a deep breath, the fire retracting and inflaming with his own meditation. His anger was replaced with calmness. "I shall put you out of your misery." He said, voice ice cold as he pointed his sword at the three headed monstrosity that used to be one of his kind. His yellow eyes trained on the vampire who seems to be enjoying the show along with Aklenroth. A friend of his is an enemy of Leonil's. For once, he knew that he could completely agree with Alaia. It would seem that joining her cause wasn't a bad idea after all. "Vampires had always been arrogant, believing themselves to be invulnerable when they are merely immortal." The fine line between the two words were all that mattered for a vampire. Immortality meant that they could live forever without worrying of old age. Invulnerable meant that they were impervious to any damage. Vampires were merely the former, the threat of death still looming over their heads.
He beckoned forth a familiar that he barely used for it was the most destructive out of the three he currently owned. A deep growl resounded over the clearing and a manticore burst forth from the forest line and immediately tackled the werewolf at full speed. The tackle would surely disorient if not completely throw off the werewolf. The manticore settled beside its master and showing its full height. Even as a four-legged creature, it was still bigger than its owner. While its size wasn't near the dragon's, it was still impressive. Leonil placed a hand on the mane of the manticore, gazing at his two opponents and then sighing. "Well hunter, let's see what we can do." He told the man with the helmet who had obtained wings himself and his own sword enveloped in holy fire.