Vryk has been scouting the city of Uthlyn for a meal worthy of him, a hard thing to find.
The 1st Generation Vampire looked around. Human, human, elf, human. It was always quite so boring. Yes, blood of any kind was holy and delicious, but Vryk was all quite so used to it. He's lived for nearly twenty-five thousand years, he has witnessed things men wouldn't dream of... But then again, he was no god. Not yet.
He continued to search, jumping from roof-top to roof-top with ease... And he was getting hungry. the last time he was hungry in Uthlyn was quite ago, when the city only had a few citizens. The population was culled. Power could bore you sometimes... He needed something more.