Underworld? Mikoto squeezed her eyes, letting out a soft sigh. Why is he asking me this?, puckering her lips. Yes, he said, the movie… He looked over with a smile, "it drives home how it was and is between wolves and vampires. He said, looking over at Anastasia, "there are some that don't live that way." He gave a quick smile. Anastasia glared back at him. "ooooooo….good look…" Mikoto gave a hard nod. Ronan's chest shook with a chuckle, "it starts with a fifth century Hungarian warlord. It's a little dramatic twist but close enough to the truth." He crossed his arms over his chest, smirked at the younger wolf, "Corvinus...… Was the name. Not really but for the story it's a pretty good one." He casually waved his right hand, "anyway Once upon a time…" He said with a grin.
"a wolf warlord ruled a small powerful kingdom. Had a beautiful strong shewolf mate. She gave him a son… A strong brood male and the warlord was happy. But despite all his happiness…" Ronan smirked, "the warlord liked the taste and feel of a human female… In fact," His eyebrows quickly arched, "he liked them young, and I mean very young. So young they say breasts were nothing more than a distant dream. And that's to be gentle about it." Ronan's expression darkened, "maybe it made him think he had a really big penis… Who knows…" He shrugged, arching his right eyebrow at Wismar, who was looking none too pleased.
Ronan continued, "Anyway, he'd take them from behind, ripped them apart in his little forcible display of affection and leave them to die." Ronan looked over his shoulder out the window, creasing his brow in contemplation, puckering his mouth. "One day," he said, looking into the distance, "he came upon a little girl working in the fields and decided today was a good day. And she survived. Thanks to the people in the nearby village. they hid and took care of the young girl. Whether it was fortunate or unfortunate she became pregnant." He turned his attention back from the outside. " now, just so you know. A human girl only survives three births… he said, nodding his head. they all die after giving birth a third time to a wolf…a soft sad sigh left his lips. This isn't twilight. He chuckled, shrugging his shoulders, but then again. Remember the movie where Jacob should have been the alpha but didn't want it…so another one took it." he nodded, the scene where you meet the alpha's girlfriend and her face is horrible disfigured….he sighed, because he woke up from a bad dream or something like that…well that's kinda like it is in some places." His face etched with the pain of the thought, "anyway, the warlord found out, found her, confronted her carrying the little bundle of joy." Ronan gave a quick dramatic sigh, "now, wolves are particular when it comes to the young. He had raped her… Oh I'm sorry I mean manly forced himself…no wait that doesn't sound good." putting his hand to his chin, sighed" whatever…Which meant a lot of testosterone was flowing. So, chances were very high it would be a male child. and of course, you know male children are the pride and joy for everyone. Lord knows when all those males grow up who are they going to hump… Well…" He cocked his head, looked at Wismar then the young wolf, Demetrius.
He wiggled his brow, "never mind…" He said, with a slight grin. "Long story short, the warlord was there when she gave birth and low and behold a male. And boy was he happy." He raised his voice, "not really…" His tone dropped, looking over at Mikoto shaking his head. "Seems it was a little too frail looking, barely alive even. Looked more human than wolf." Ronan shook his head, "what a disappointment." He said sarcastically. "I guess the little soldiers weren't violent enough." He shrugged his shoulders, "and the warlord left disappointed with such lovely parting words for her newborn son. let his death be quick. he said, turning to leave. I think, well maybe he didn't. I'm really not sure. I wasn't there but it does sound like something a brood male would say…dontcha think Wismar?...Ronan didn't wait for his reply. But three months passed, then six and then a year. And the young one slowly grew… A little quicker than normal human child but not quite as quick as a wolf. Then one day a young wolf arrived. Guess who it was?!" Ronan quickly nodded, " a brother… And that brother was taken by the child, despite everything he'd survived and was thriving. Wolves will take care of wolves especially brothers and that's what his brother did. He did what his father didn't. He took care and raised the boy as his own. And they were very close. The boy fought by his brother, charging wildly in the battle. And even earned himself the respect of other wolves and a small kingdom, even a mate. And from this mate he had children." Ronan said, "but happiness doesn't last especially back then. Another conflict, another uprising. Wolves and vampires, humans oh my, revolting against each other. His kingdom was overrun, and he was thought lost. But the brother found him, problem was." He paused, "more human than wolf, he reminded them. Matter of fact, very little wolf and he been bitten by a vampire. Again, whether fortunate or unfortunate. He survived.
The older brother arrived and killed the would be master and took his younger brother now a vampire. But he didn't kill him. He couldn't. Despite turning in to a vampire he was still his brother." He said shaking his head, "The first year of a new vampire can be rather difficult. Confusion. Doubts unsure how to act even learning to feed properly…it doesn't come naturally. But his brother being a brood male had the strength to control and nurture him. So, he fed him, kept him under control until he got through his blood craze." Ronan nodded, "without a proper master, vampires tend to go rogue and kill and kill and kill until they are killed, or they learn to control the urge. Despite being an immortal type of being, vampires tend to die a lot... anyway…" Ronan said, "centuries go by and one day the vampire meets a certain Queen. She is lonely and desperate, having lost her true love. maybe she was a little smitten by him. And he asked her for her hand and she agreed. Royal marriages are usually for positions not love. But," Ronan raised his shoulders, letting them fall, "ehhh? Then one day tragedy strikes and he takes his rightful place as head of her kingdom. And then another day he invades a certain city and is defeated… He's killed… His bones are burned so there's no chance for resurrection." Ronan cocked his head, looking mischievous, "I wonder…" bring up his hand and put his middle finger over his lips, "Whatever happened to his brother." Furrowed his brow and looked around the room.
