Sometime later, Lexius arrived at the stables. The stables were useless to one who could fly, and ever since resistance to vampire rule began again, Balta used the area around the stables as a makeshift field hospital. Aside from its use as a hospital, the area of the stables closest to the sea was a useful area for contemplation. Sitting by the cliffs and staring out at sea was Patikimas vampires. Lexius walked up to Patikimas and sat beside him on his left. A long silence ensued.
“I sometimes miss Sanguinos, I wonder how Beol is doing without us.” Lexius said of the city. “I cannot answer that question, Lexius. When you were fooling around on Sanguinos, my ancestors were fighting to establish Sudovia as a nation. When you arrived in Sudovia, we were on opposite sides. I fought under a man whom I admired greatly.” Patikimas mused. “Metras. What was he like?” Lexius asked. “Not the way the legend depicts him.” Patikimas said.
After a tense few minutes staring out at sea, the rest of Patikimas’ unit arrived. Thirty men. All purebloods. They were distinctly human like, as opposed to the many bat-like vampires in Clan Gern, all of them riding wyverns. Patikimas inspected his unit, as a very familiar vergas brought out Lexius’ wyvern. He was still waring his blood-stained chef’s hat.
“Purvinas, they have you on Wyvern handling duty as well?” Lexius asked. “Well since SOMEONE got my predecessor killed with all his drunken antics, I’m not only Jail guard, and chef, but wyvern handler as well. I can only handle so much stress! Particularly because one of the wyverns liked the smell of the last batch of prison slop I made and tried to eat me!” Purvinas said shaking at the thought of being nearly killed by the wyvern. “I hope getting Vyras’ head will be fruitful for you Lexius.” Purvinas said with a smile Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
“I sometimes miss Sanguinos, I wonder how Beol is doing without us.” Lexius said of the city. “I cannot answer that question, Lexius. When you were fooling around on Sanguinos, my ancestors were fighting to establish Sudovia as a nation. When you arrived in Sudovia, we were on opposite sides. I fought under a man whom I admired greatly.” Patikimas mused. “Metras. What was he like?” Lexius asked. “Not the way the legend depicts him.” Patikimas said.
After a tense few minutes staring out at sea, the rest of Patikimas’ unit arrived. Thirty men. All purebloods. They were distinctly human like, as opposed to the many bat-like vampires in Clan Gern, all of them riding wyverns. Patikimas inspected his unit, as a very familiar vergas brought out Lexius’ wyvern. He was still waring his blood-stained chef’s hat.
“Purvinas, they have you on Wyvern handling duty as well?” Lexius asked. “Well since SOMEONE got my predecessor killed with all his drunken antics, I’m not only Jail guard, and chef, but wyvern handler as well. I can only handle so much stress! Particularly because one of the wyverns liked the smell of the last batch of prison slop I made and tried to eat me!” Purvinas said shaking at the thought of being nearly killed by the wyvern. “I hope getting Vyras’ head will be fruitful for you Lexius.” Purvinas said with a smile Just your friendly neighborhood gay boy!
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