"25. And how many of theirs did we defeat? Do we have a way to know if this Alec is still alive? Or did the vampire prince kill him after capture?" He says as he gets up and begins to pace in front of his throne. "I miss the heat of battle."
The soldier thinks then says" it was more so a defeat sire we killed only seven of their men and we have. I way of knowing about Alec sire but we speculate he would be kept alive as he is a noble. "
"Good. Make sure. Then, maybe. It would be fun. Sure. I would like to organize a rescue party. I will lead it. Gather our best fighters. And we should have blacksmiths forge us weapons. We want to enter sneakily." He says as he stops pacing.
The soldier looks worried" sir we can not have the crown Prince lead a rescue operation it would be to much of a risk I propose this have a meeting with the vamoire Prince see if you can negotiate for him. "
Jack looks around. I do miss the din of battle. The screams. The occasional limp flying over head. Even the wounds at times. Makes for awesome scars and stories." He reflects on his past.
"Thank you soldier." He says as he grabs the parchment and quill. He begins writing. 'Dear Crown Prince. You have captured a soldier and noblemen of ours. I propose a meet up to discuss negotiations. We can agree on a time and place. My personal suggestion would be on the border near our last battle site. We each bring three gaurds and our prisoner transfer. Sincerely, the Werewolf King.' He signs the parchment and hands it to the soldier. "Send this off as soon as possible. Thank you."
Jack leans back in his throne. "This life is kinda boring. Where is the training room for soldiers again?" He says as he gets up and begins to walk around. His cloak flowing behind him. His chiseled chest open to the air.
Vinashy steps out of the shadows. "Ah, Elias. What news do you bring?" He turns to the guard. "Don't let the prisoner out of your sight." The darkness flows out of the room as he walks out.
He walks out, and sees a distant speck, flying closer. "Is that a raven?" The guard sighs, and steps into the cell. "Hold still. Don't hurt me, I need to set the bone so I can put a splint on it, ok?"
He pops the bone back into place with a horrible crunching sound, and begins wrapping a splint around it. "Just because our nations are at war doesn't mean I have to hate you. The prince is hurt, on the inside. He hates all lythrocampics, from an...incident that happened a while back."
"While we vampires live for blood. The rush, the taste. Anything that bleeds. True, while it is our main form of nourishment, different kinds have different flavors. It also changes based on the mood or emotions that the creature is feeling." He finishes wrapping the splint. "I do my best to care for all the prisoners as if they were guests. Guests that can't leave, but guests nonetheless."
Vinashy holds out his arm for the raven to perch on.