Welcome to Gaia! ::

When you first enter the room you notice the window that is in direct line with the rising moon. There are four daggers lying on a desk that is in line with the window each hilt of each dagger has a clear gem stone embedded in each of the hilts. The bed is plain with black sheets with a thin layer of dust that has settled on it from lack of use and there is a closet where weapons and clothes are stored. The walls are brick and bare there is no real color or life to the room.

Draka looked up to look at to the moon through the window when he heard the light knocking on his door. He stayed knelt in front of the daggers on the desk as he answered.

"Enter if you wish."

He stood slowly placing each dagger on a display stand so the moon lihgt could still touch the gemstones embedded in the hilts.

"Is that so?"

His eyes were their normal dark color and his voice had a tone of amusement

He shrugged and looked at the semi empty room.

"Yeah this is about the only place that has anything more than a bed in it, traveling normally keeps me staying in rundown inns or sometimes out in the wilderness. So the fact that I have been here long enough to unpack my more important items seems to speak for itself."

He finished with a light smile.

He eyed her thoughtfully

"I'll be staying as long as there is work for me to do in th area, and as long as I am useful to the clan."

He placed the palms of his hands on the desk behind him smirking at her.

He smirked.

"I am good at many things, especially if money is involved. But primarily I am one of the best mercenaries around these days. I practically have a flawless track record. I have done anything from assassinations, to guard duty on priceless artifacts. And being as old as I am I have had some practice getting things perfect."

He thought back to his younger days before he had become what he is today, when he was a human training to become the best warrior he could be for his master. He shook the nauseating thought from his mine.

"Pardon my manners, Mercy. Would you like a drink?"

He shrugged, opened up a drawer in the desk and pulled out a couple of small glasses.

"My blood would not be good for you vampire. I promise you that."

He went to his closet wear he removed a bag that had enough blood in it that could easily fill the two glasses he brought out, strange glyphs formed a circular design on the bag itself. Draka muttered a very low set of words and soon after tore the bag and poored equal amounts of the blood into each glass.

Draka offered her the glass of very vibrant and rich blood, to him this was a special blend that he only partook in once every 50 or so years.

"This is preserved human blood, it was a...donation from a noble who had gotten out of control with the power he had. It is warm like it would come straight from the body though drink it and i promise you it is some of the best blood you may have ever had." or so he hoped.

Draka sighed before sipping the warm and inviting liquid. He smiled remembering the pleasure he had extracting everlast drop of this rich substance from that nobles heart.

"You see me being what I am, a creation. Not a nautral occurence. My blood is tainted with magics and demonic powers that the few vampires I have seen drink from my kind became fiends. Former shadows of themselves bound to the specific magics that bind a Daemon to it's master."

He again smirked as he remembered his revenge in the killing of his master but he kindly left that part out for the sake of not wanting to answer too many questions about his past with this girl.