!!!!!!!!Updated with newer Version!!!!!!!!
I changed the hair again... I really think this one deserved to get better

UPDATE: Last night I woke up and realised that I forgott something...

IT'S DONE!!!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaay. One week of colouring, cursing and c...cute noises when something worked the way I wanted.

I thought about a young Razielim approaching his master with news from a battelfield, while he meditated about his next moves....Kinda like:
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As Arved passed his brothers they threw him interested and curious glances. No one spoke to him though. Everyone knew that he might bring message from the Turelim and somehow...the battlefield. He wasn't to be kept from telling their Lord about the latest news.
The third born son of Lord Raziel made his way towards his masters tent...and found it empty.
"Reto! Where is Lord Raziel? It is urgent." he asked a nearby Razielim who looked at him with knowing eyes.
"He went to get a better look over the valley. The Fog that is coming with the dusk worried him a bit."
Arved nodded and hurried to get to his master. Sure Raziel was worried... A sneak-attack wasn't something they could need right now.
After some moments he saw his master. His back was facing his son. The armour he normally would wair lay useless on the ground but his sword was raised into the air, as if to scare away the sun. The younger vampire knew pretty well that his maker had heard him by now but as it seemed he wasn't really interested in the news.
So Arved went a bit nearer without saying a word. Waiting. His Lord surveyed the hills and the valley. The sunset coloured the sky with quite wonderful shades of red and yellow.
"My Lord... I am sorry to disturb you,but I bring news from the battlefield." he started. His Lord took his time but finally Lord Raziel turned his head.