This world was a strange one, but it was at very least that: A world. What once was was consigned to oblivion, fading into nothingness to be forgotten by all but the sparse few who managed to escape armageddon. The Herald had managed to slip from that reality, now finding himself upon this strange new world. He had shifted worlds before, studying the cultures and moving on, but for the elder vampire, he had always had a home to return to, a family, a familiar world, a Queen. Most of those weren't a truth anymore, but he would not let that inhibit him. Everything had to happen in new steps, starting small and growing out. Zakari would be a new cancer upon this world, a terror untold. First step would be to regain the power that once flowed through his veins, something lost to the winds. He had pondered for many days just what it was that had happened. Had the ritual performed drained him deeper than anticipated? It was performed in a rush, but he was still careful. Experimentation and many bodies within city sewers later, the Al'Karian elder had his answer. Magic in this world was different, its structure, essence, the very way if flowed through the creatures that called it home.
Weeks had passed when a scent strangely familiar had dawned upon him. His memories were still hazed, his powers weakened, so exact recollection was impossible. Curiosity spiked, Zakari had set out tracking the faint fragrance. There were several point over the course of days he lost the trail, but luck seemed to be with the monster as it was not long before the trail was back, the smell stronger than ever. They were close. Come nightfall, movement would be possible again. Gods, how Zakari missed his magic that allowed him travel. More research would have to be done into such methods here, the vampire hated being confined to certain hours of operation. Standing tall, Zakari straightened his dark, fine clothing and set out. A blood curdling shriek split the silence of the night, albeit briefly, and a cruel smile formed upon the vampire's face. There was blood in the air now, and his fangs felt on edge. It would not be long until he needed to feed again. Perhaps if he acted fast, there would be a meal for him among the carnage that was doubtless about to flood forth.
He approached swiftly, silent as a ghost. Then, everything hit him. The owner of the scent, and the acrid smell of smoke. His silent approach was broken by a chuckle. He stood, watching the blazing barn, allowing his quarry to retreat without further pursuit for now. Life in this world just got much, much more interesting. Once the blaze died down enough for the undead to approach the husk, Zakari claimed a quick trophy from the bodies before following the trail once more. He came across an old dilapidated structure. Perhaps someone once lived here long ago, but now it was just a shelter for things that went bump in the night. If he was correct, there was no need to put effort into stealth anymore. What he sought would easily detect him, especially if she had more time to adapt to this new world than Zakari himself. Once inside, he gave a quick glance around before entering further into the home, coming to a stop in the open passage to what now served as a lair, a bedroom for a monster of the night.
"Oh, come now dear sister. We both know you are not asleep currently, and the dagger you clutch won't be of any need. You should know I bring you no harm," Zakari stated, his voice slicing into the silence as he leaned upon the door jamb. While his physical form was different from last he saw his Blackbird kin, he knew his scent, the Al'Karian blood intermingled with their Queen's own would readily identify him. He stood as a tall man, handsome in features with some silver dusting the hair behind his temples, the rest of his locks a neatly groomed black. His eyes, orbs of liquid emerald, however, were the same no matter what form he wore. His garments were of fine make, something he had always put some effort into, and a dagger lay sheathed at his waist. A fanged smile found his face before continuing. "It is truly good to see you, Neveah. Doubt what you will, we are family in a strange and foreign land. Behind us lay a cataclysm of unfathomable proportions. I honestly did not expect many to make it out to another place, and yet, here we are, a murder of crows," His voice, while boasting the general amount of hubris and traces of subtle sarcasm, conveyed a genuine sensation as well. He was glad to not be utterly alone in the new landscape.