05-30-2024, 10:30 PM
METEOR
“Cold-bodied, huh?” Meteor repeated. He shifted to rest chin on a paw—the ram horns looked pretty, but relaxation was often difficult—while his golden eyes narrowed and analyzed Kole’s body language, facial expression. The vampire was definitely not practical in his feeding habits. That was useful knowledge.
“So you are a vampire.” Meteor stated this as plainly and as non-judgmentally as if he were remarking on the weather. This hardly bothered Meteor—he led a cannibalistic cult, literally killed and ate his own father—but it seemed quite impractical. Meteor’s smirk muted, but he nonetheless managed to look amused while he added, “With the current ecological crisis, that seems problematic.”
“How were you feeding before?” Meteor licked his teeth, golden eyes narrowed slightly as he ran a few calculations. “How often? How much blood?” A slight hesitation—more thinking—and then another question. “When you ate the coconut crabs, did that sustain you? Or did you need to fake it because I drew attention to your—” Meteor’s golden eyes gleamed playfully. “—dietary restrictions?”
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are