Drakur

Cunning, Bloodthirsty and Driven. (Origins and how they came into this clan are unknown)
To Drakur, there is an unending pain to the mind, a constant ringing that pierces with the unholiest of shrieks and pounds against his skull to a sporadic beat. The turbulent weather festers in his head, raging in a violent storm and exploding forth in the volatile nature of his words, the blooming red of his impassively berserk eyes, the movement of his claws that direct the castle of bone that he lounges upon.

He is the lord over the domain of skeletons, the bare strength, tenacity that builds the foundation of the body. Blood drips between the cracks in his armor. He sips the marrow from broken bodies.

His domain is intrinsic to his being, intensely tied to his every thought, every movement. It is the birthright that he claimed for himself, a crown of the darkest shadow resting upon his head after waging war within and without of itself. Drakur fought a war for this unholy reckoning, battle upon battle for this consistency of screaming behind his eyes that falters into a ringing silence. Ripping the bones from the living is worth building a castle of their ivory.

Drakur courts the very concept of the fading soul with this preeminent, forced royalty, with his simultaneously staggering loyalty and deepset distaste of Sanguis. He finds a beauty in their intrinsic connection, as thorns are meant to protect the bleeding red rose, as the tooth aids in feeding the raw, slavish mouth. He manifests a love for her like marrow creates a love for the blood it makes, spilling forth in words that mark their ferocity, their complexity. It is because of her rotting soul, her lovely wickedness, that he found that this game of life or death is not played alone. Yet it is also because of her that he knows, there will be a challenge to his rule.

There will be another war, raging in his chest, fury rising up in his claws as he directs bone to cut through bone. His throat will burn as he commands his legions, and his mind will kill itself so that his what's left of his soul may live.