Mavros has been a vampire for hundreds of years, he turned when he was 27, shortly after he had grown rather sickly just like in his youth, but this time he didn’t want to die, and none of his ‘remedies’ he made worked. Instead a man had shown up, offered him a deal he just couldn’t refuse, and he became a vampire so that he could live forever. It wasn’t all bad, the one who had changed him, made him into a Duke of sorts, and when the war broke out between vampires and werewolves, every once in a while throughout the years he’d be gifted a werewolf to keep as a pet of sorts. A way for him to have nearly an unlimited supply of test subjects for the experiments he would do, most think of him cruel with his experiments because more times than not the werewolves that would come into his possession would die. Either from the experiments themselves or from him draining them of their blood for his own personal supply.

Now, Mavros was waiting in his study, he was meant to be getting a new werewolf today, while he might remain stoic on the outside, he had a sort of sadistic sense of glee inside about getting a new one. It has been years since he’s last had one, since the last one proved to be too weak for his experiments. With the war still raging on, the werewolves had gotten better at hiding, but not this time. This one must be an idiot to have gotten caught, Mavros couldn’t help but think to himself as he stands with his back turned towards the doors to his study as he stared out the window, a small smirk made its way onto his face both from the idea of what experiments he’d do, and as he heard the door to his study open along with the sound of struggling. Mavros turned, his hands clasped behind his back as he took in the sight before him. There were two vampire guards, forcing what could only be assumed as his new werewolf pet down on their knees, their hands were chained together, as well as they had been forced to wear a muzzle. His smirk grew as he stared down at them, “so… you’re my new pet hmm?” He asks