Gathering.

The Drow warrior, turned vampire stalked his prey. A boy, no more than fifteen years of age, walked along the riverbed. Every now and again he would stoop and pick up a rock, hurling it in to the fast flowing water.
The Drow moved silently behind him, his long dark cloak and hood covering his sensitive skin entirely. Suddenly the Drow lept towards the boy, drawing a crossbow from within his cloak. He swung hard taking the boy in the back of the head, leaving him unconscious on the muddy bank. Scooping the boy over his shoulder with a grunt, he looked to the trees back towards Tel'Ruid, a glimmer of pure hatred in his red eyes. Grinning a fang filled grin, he brought the boy back over his shoulder sinking his now extended teeth deep into the soft supple neck of his unconcsious victim. He drank long, tasting the quality of the young boys blood. Suddenly he stood up again, spitting a little of the red liquid out from between his soaked fangs onto the pale face of his victim. "The Mistress will not like you boy, you taste foul!" With a shudder, he indulged in the boys lifeforce one last time before hurling him in to the river, never to be seen again.

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> The Drow warrior, turned vampire stalked his prey. A boy, no more than fifteen years of age, walked along the riverbed. Every now and again he would stoop and pick up a rock, hurling it in to the fast flowing water. > The Drow moved silently behind him, his long dark cloak and hood covering his sensitive skin entirely. Suddenly the Drow lept towards the boy, drawing a crossbow from within his cloak. He swung hard taking the boy in the back of the head, leaving him unconscious on the muddy bank. Scooping the boy over his shoulder with a grunt, he looked to the trees back towards Tel'Ruid, a glimmer of pure hatred in his red eyes. Grinning a fang filled grin, he brought the boy back over his shoulder sinking his now extended teeth deep into the soft supple neck of his unconcsious victim. He drank long, tasting the quality of the young boys blood. Suddenly he stood up again, spitting a little of the red liquid out from between his soaked fangs onto the pale face of his victim. "The Mistress will not like you boy, you taste foul!" With a shudder, he indulged in the boys lifeforce one last time before hurling him in to the river, never to be seen again.
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