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Orion was moving fast through the trees. Tattered robes looking worse than ever and once again his blade was covered in blood, vampires this time. There were two of them, they insisted that he followed them for some kind of preparation and when he told them he didn't know what the hell they were talking about they called him a spy and attacked. He knew they were both either dead or dying, his sword was one of his own designs, from back in Ravenheart when he was still an inventor. It had an oiling mechanism which covered the blade equally with vampire venom, thus preventing cuts to regenerate, the only one of its kind and also one of the reasons he was cast out.

This is insane, there weren't suppose to be many vampires here, let alone entire armies? he thought puzzled. He was trying to get as far away from the two vampires he fought with, constantly looking over his shoulder, he remembered this game well, in Ravenheart those with desperate enemies didn't last long if they weren't cautious. Orion was caught up in a web of memories from the past, overlapping with memories of the present about war and death. He didn't notice the sound coming from the front, he didn't notice how it was getting louder at an alarming rate, neither did he notice the smell, that familiar smell of a vampire.

He crashed into the vampire with a disturbingly loud thump... they both were traveling at rather high paces. Orion fell back against a tree, snapping it in two, but his acute vampire sense took over and he was up and fully committed to the present. He looked at the vampire, it had the smell of a newborn,far off he could hear someone shouting, Thomas slow down! Orion raised his bloodied blade, Are you going to attack me, Thomas? his eyes raised questioningly.

[OOC - Hope this isn't too much of a surprise]

Side? What side? I'm a vampire, and yet I had to kill two of my own kind a moment back he sneered, Apparently not knowing what's going on is enough to brand yourself being a spy which is punishable by death. He was trembling now, he knew he wouldn't change because of this level of anger, but still something to keep an eye on, his curse almost got him killed many times. Although he could bare the sun in his beast form, he had little control over how long it lasted for he could not stay angry forever and it limited his power almost entirely, after all it was meant to be a great shame to bare.

This vampire might be a newborn, but his movements seem controlled, precise. It must have been a battle worthy creature before his turn. Best to be careful... Orion was calculating battle tactics, he moved so that Thomas was directly between him and the sound coming from afar, he would not be surrounded. He noticed something strange about the vampire's color, You don't look like you've fed recently, he remarked casually while firmly planting his feet and taking his stance.

[OOC - Thanks! Oh I have a question. These guys seems to be in the pro-human club (obviously). But I was thinking more in the heading of, door kept open and anti-human, not for the regular reasons though, Orion has been living off the animals and beast of the Badlands for a very very long time lol, how would that work without this turning into a regular bloodbath stressed ]

Well at least you didn't kill me on sight, that's always a bonus - not getting killed I mean... He paused, thinking hard what his options were, Well lets say I wish to accompany your group, it has been a while since I've had any company of my own, I still don't know anything about the apparent ongoing war, and why I should take part in it, Orion sheaved his sword on his back, eyeing Thomas skeptically, still ready to defend himself or run if need be. The newborn wasn't fooling around, he did look like he was in a hurry.

Anyways, the way I see it you only have two choices. I could travel with you while you fill me in on the details, that way you could keep an eye on me as I'm sure you'd like, or you could attack me, resulting in the possible harm to your... Less immortal friends, Orion smiled in thought as he looked over Thomas' shoulder and caught movement between the trees, Of course we could part ways... But then you wouldn't know what I'm up to. Just to let you know, I'm not overly fond of the second option, he added. Orion didn't like playing games, but if you've been raised in Ravenheart, politics and strategizing becomes as much apart of you as breathing. Without it, you die.