For all of the young hybrid’s life he had lived in the northernmost part of the New World, what in modern times was called the province of Yukon, hidden away safely from the world in the icy lands. Until it semed one day, his mother Sonja finally gave him her blessing to journey to Europe, to her homeland of Hungary on his own. He left at once, promising to send his mother word once he was safely initiated in one of the lycan packs overseas.
It was easy for Skoll to acclimate into Hungary once he had arrived, he spoke the language like a true native thanks to his mother’s lessons, charming the locals and finding himself a temporary place of lodging while he watched and waited for the lycans in the area to reveal themselves in one way or another.
It did not take long for him to find them, he found a pair of lycans who appeared to be able his age and approached them, charming them easily and asking that he be taken to their alpha to beg a place among their pack. Skoll had not anticipated that his plan would go as smoothly as it was, and so he was on his guard. Many of the immortals that resided in America had told him how much he resembled both of his parents, and how his father Lucian had risen to infamy where few remembered his mother.
Skoll was led to a room, and told that the alpha would soon come to speak with him. He thanked the men and waited as patiently as he could, but soon found himself pacing the length of the room much like his mother would. If this lycan was not a former ally of his father’s…he could be in grave trouble indeed. The sound of footsteps made him halt in the middle of his pacing, raising his head and studying the lycan before him quite curiously.
He’d never seen a man as tall as him, or who appeared strong enough that Skoll was worried about how difficult a fight would be if one were to occur. Quickly remembering his manners, Skoll smiled and held his hand out to him.
“Your men said you would see me, I’ve come a long way, all the way from the far reaches of the New World Sir. I heard the stories there, of how the vampires treat the lycans here. Of the unfathomable cruelty of the vampire Viktor….and how he killed his own daughter. I wish to join you, and help rid this world of such a man. Perhaps bring about peace.” Skoll hoped he would be welcomed here, it would be difficult to get revenge for the sake of his mother otherwise. The hybrid knew he had to charm this alpha and prove himself honourable and trustworthy.
The pack had grown to a stronger number and with it their leader kept the peace between them all. Hard work had kept them from being targeted as much as possible from Viktor and his rage toward their kind. War was indeed still a thing as both sides faced some losses tho it appeared Viktor had lost more as of late from tactics pulled from the leader's mind. While having assumed his place as Alpha, Raze had done everything in his power to better his people and to keep them sharp and cunning in their minds for their ultimate survival.
It had worked so far depsite rumors of someone continuing to breath from his past. He was not deaf nor dumb enough to ignore the whisperings when they started of Sonja or Lucian. Deep within his bones, he felt everything had gone the way it should. Threats had come and gone and murmurings of new lines also reached him. Remembering research of his old friend, Raze knew well what certain aspects were more than capable of.
Word had spread to him of someone new in their turf who wished to see him. Finishing his work with papers, Raze rose from his desk and left the room while adjusting his long coat. He looked intimidating to anyone outside of his pack. Everyone knew who he was in Hungary but not all knew his face. He entered the room and took in the sight of the man who he had heard pacing moments before joining him. Eyes took their time to take in his features before noticing the extended hand.
Waving off the others in the room to leave Skoll and himself alone, Raze eventually took the man's hand only to squeeze it to test his strength. His eyes never left Skoll's as features long since not thought of pierced through his mind. Sonja's bright eyes and strong features along with Lucian's own jawline and charisma. What if Sonja had indeed survived? This would no doubt be the work of their genes at work.
Raze knew well of how such genetics were and was one of the ancients to remember just how Sonja and Lucian looked. His hand took hold of Skoll's and gave it a firmer squeeze than he would have to newcomers. A squeeze he often reserved strictly for shakes with Lucian. It would be a gauge to see if his growing suspicion was indeed true.
"It's not just Viktor who plays a hand in it. It's all the coven he is from. There may be a few vampires who aren't as diseased as he is in heart, but those are very far between us. Nonetheless, I could use another in the ranks if you can handle yourself well enough and not get killed the first few nights you are out to patrol."
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