There was much to be said about who could have sent the hunters that so abruptly stormed his estate. He had quite a list of enemies that wanted his blood, and in the year and half or so that he'd inhabited this body, he'd come to know that his 'gifts' could not easily be hid. There was one name he knew that saw through his guise, that saw him for the monster that inside of him. But what was within also was without and Corvus made it a habit never to say or do what he didn't mean. A white lie here and there never hurt, but that was another matter entirely.
He didn't know why he felt the need to hide, as it would seem, for others never to know his true nature, that such a weakness would be discovered and exploited. He'd existed for more than a thousand years, or as the crow flew - and while he could never truly be destroyed, no one could quite know the pain of one's form deteriorating despite all their strength, all their gifts and have it lost while your own spirit was cursed to live on, crawl on his belly upon this wretched earth.
But that would end. He would find a way to make himself eternal, no matter who got in his way and if this Nazadim or whatever that bastard called himself thought he could stop him, he had another thing coming. "These hunters are not exactly what they seem," Corvus began as he lead the way, sorting out the conclusion in his head. "They are more religious nuts than real vampire hunters but they are in no way any less dangerous. For all of your skills, numbers can easily overwhelm, matter how strong or fast you are. I recognized the crest on one of them, a burn on his neck of two hatchets crossing the other and three runes in the empty spaces. One means Vala - Old Essyrni for 'life eternal'. The second is Vara - which means something along the lines of 'eye for an eye'. And the last one - Vedim: A brotherhood in blood. Blood is thicker than water after all. That blood for this night was to be mine. They are the cohorts of someone called Nazadim, or so he'd said his name was. I first met him when looking to turn my trade to the south, to find lost treasures of the desert...there no one who knows about eternal preservation quite like the Essyrni after all. But he could tell something was off about me, sensed it. I think it was in the way I seemed less inclined to take daylight walks than he was...but it must have been something more as to why he sent them. And maybe we'll pay him a visit once we get out of here to see just what he wants."
