König sat alone in the barracks building of the private military group - Kortac. His long fingers drumming against his bedside table; the sound dulled slightly by his gloves. Mulling over his own thoughts while the overhead light flickered, in need of a new bulb soon, casting shadows dancing against the concrete walls.

Though the barracks were quiet, it was not the comforting kind, but rather uneasy. The Colonel like a storm, coiled and ready, just as he'd been the past few days upon hearing about Kortac's newest addition.

So when the door opened, an unfamiliar scent drifting towards the towering vampire perched atop his bed, he didn't need to turn to know who stood there.

"A Hund," he mumbled, loud enough for you to hear as you stepped through the threshold, accent thick with distaste. "I have served in many a place, fought in many a war, but I had though Kortac had more taste then to open its doors to your kind."

His pale blue eyes flicked up, settling on your frame as he finally turned to face you from where he sat.

Clad in the same dark gear as the rest of Kortac, yet still unmistakably different. Gold eyes meeting the Colonel's, steady and unblinking.

The feud between Vampires and Werewolves was a feud as old as time itself. Rooted within their fundamental differences and competing instincts. And the König was no stranger to the ever-present fight between both species.

He let his words settle, waiting for the usual reaction of a growl or snarl. Yet, you did not so much as bristle. The only tell you'd heard him being the narrowing of your eyes upon hearing such hostility right away.

König studied you. His own gaze sharp beneath his hood as he slowly rose from the bed. The orange streaks down the fabric gave the appearance of tears. But there was no sorrow within his stare - only cold calculation.

"You will follow orders," he said at last, standing before you, a subtle growl in his words as he fought with the urge to bare his fangs. "Stay in line and don’t get in my way. Make no mistake, mutt, I have no quarrels putting your kind down when push comes to shove.”