Nosgoth had changed. Not that Kain hadn't been expecting it, he just wished he had more time to prepare for it. The vampire had had a difficult time finding proper ways of feeding as most of the humans were in hiding while the rest were dead. He wasn't without his ways, however. A smirk crept across his green lips as he peered down at the Sarafan at the table below. They were all in casual gear, lacking anything that would save them from the deadly King's claws. Entirely unaware as they played a game of cards, laughing and drinking what smelled like ale. Sweat, dirt, and day old blood filled Kain's nostrils, telling him that the humans were not only filthy, but that they had done some killing earlier that day.
Landing just behind one of the Sarafan, Kain's hand grabbed at the back of her neck before throwing her into two of her companions. The poor fools had no idea what was going on. In the chaos the vampire hauled another warrior to her feet. "Pretty..." He almost cooed before violently sinking his long fangs into the side of her neck. She pushed against him but her life's blood was drained so quickly that she weakened instantly. That was when an arrow was fired the vampire's way, seeming to slow down as it made it's way closer. Turning the woman's body, he used it as a shield, hearing the sickening thunk as it entered her torso. Dropping her body, the cloven vampire stepped over it, making his way to the Sarafan with the crossbow. His hands shook as he loaded another arrow. "It appears you are the last man standing. Tell me, how would you like to die?" Kain's words had the man breathing hard, aiming the crossbow in the vampire's direction. He didn't even have the chance to pull the trigger before he was tackled and pinned to the floor. Claws pushed easily through the front of his neck, grabbing at the tissues beneath, holding him as the vampire lord had his fill of blood - leaving just enough to keep the human coherent as his esophagus was torn free. Soft gurgles brought a satisfied smile to Kain's face before he stood and wiped his mouth clean with his arm.
Stepping over the mess he'd created, Kain headed out of the small camp, full and mildly pleased with himself. A mist of blue pulled itself up from the blade on his back, coiling and curling up into the air before forming the visage of the wraith - Raziel. "I don't find it fair that you fed yourself and not me." He sounded both amused and hurt while he teased Kain. The King couldn't help the small smirk that found his lips, yellow eyes glancing at the image of his beloved lieutenant. "My apologies, Raziel. I had thought you were getting tired of Sarafan souls." There was a light chuckle as the wraith curled and spun around the vampire as he walked, leaving a trail of blue mist in the air. "I am, indeed. The fact that you never tire of their blood speaks volumes about you, however." There was a deep grumble as Kain swatted at the image of Raziel that moved around as if a ghost. At least the wraith was in a good mood. "I agree it is not the most satisfying, but I still need to feed, Raziel." Another light chuckle came from the wraith as he finally pulled the energy provided into making his image back into the blade, it's dark sockets glowing blue. "Of course, of course. Perhaps we can find something better for you soon. I know how bad blood makes you all grumpy." There was that teasing tone that Raziel used all too often as of late. It actually did wonders to ease Kain, as it had so long ago. He didn't answer the wraith as he knew Raziel had this ability to feel his emotions. They were connected somehow now, or perhaps it was simply the fact that their old bond had been rekindled - no. It was more than that. It was stronger. Cemented by all that they had been through.
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