06-15-2018, 07:04 PM
The more his adversary spoke, Ramsay grew increasingly perplexed about Nosferatu's character. He acted unlike any other demon the former leader ever met; taking pity on mortals and prizing them for their individual qualities seemed too sentimental for an immortal creature such as themselves. But he supposed Nosferatu's relationships with the mortals around him probably ran as deep as an ant keeper's attachment grew to the individual ants in their colonies: fascination with the individual for a brief time, before it nevertheless slipped back into the indistinguishable and expendable masses. But, then, how did that explain the male becoming so stupid to willingly give birth several times? His blue eyes, the color of dirty river water, seemed to grow hungrier as he witnessed the involuntary shiver.
He hummed slightly to himself, finding that he quite appreciated human vocal cords in his throat. Hums felt pleasant in this arrangement of muscle and membranes, but not quite enough to take his mind off of the puzzle in front of him. His dark brows drew closer together as he stared down the shorter and slighter male, politely allowing the other to finish his sarcastic quips, Ramsay's own predatory smirk growing all the while. "So strange to hear human morality coming out of a demon's mouth. You'll make a fun carnival attraction back in hell," he stated, low chuckle in his throat. "If every animal feels emotions, what makes emotions sacred? You don't praise the lion for breathing, you praise the lion for sitting at the top of the food chain. Feelings are no different; they are as mundane and unremarkable as the common quartz."
Suddenly finding himself reminded of matters from eons ago, he paused. His gaze seemed to drift out of focus, as he remembered a conversation very much like this one happening before his demon days. How strange, how very strange, to hear himself say things so similar to... well, he couldn't find the name, the memories were so caked with dust. His eyes, swirling with color like polluted sea pools, refocused on Nosferatu. Inexplicably, he scoffed, laughing in the other demon's face with his teeth showing - no, how silly of him to think of such things. Ramsay's earlier and pre-demon self was nothing like Nosferatu (for one, he'd never be so stupid as to give birth in mortal form!). Ramsay, himself, he was beyond all that now. Yet he still found interest in the situation, resolving that his new fun began with Nosferatu.
His left hand reached out to the side of Nosferatu's face, attempting to wrap his fingers in a tight enough grip on the demon's hair to be uncomfortable, but not a hold too difficult to escape from. He felt absolutely wild now, locked onto a new goal and alight with the thrill of a challenge - he involuntarily moved his face closer to Nosferatu's, breath quickening as his mind smoldered, gears turning as he wondered just what it would take to make Nosferatu his. His nostrils flared, smirk collapsing into a stoic and stone-faced neutral expression. "You always dated the baddest boys back in ThunderClan. Always the one pregnant. Yet I'm the crazy one?" he asked, with a serious lack of concern for personal space.
He hummed slightly to himself, finding that he quite appreciated human vocal cords in his throat. Hums felt pleasant in this arrangement of muscle and membranes, but not quite enough to take his mind off of the puzzle in front of him. His dark brows drew closer together as he stared down the shorter and slighter male, politely allowing the other to finish his sarcastic quips, Ramsay's own predatory smirk growing all the while. "So strange to hear human morality coming out of a demon's mouth. You'll make a fun carnival attraction back in hell," he stated, low chuckle in his throat. "If every animal feels emotions, what makes emotions sacred? You don't praise the lion for breathing, you praise the lion for sitting at the top of the food chain. Feelings are no different; they are as mundane and unremarkable as the common quartz."
Suddenly finding himself reminded of matters from eons ago, he paused. His gaze seemed to drift out of focus, as he remembered a conversation very much like this one happening before his demon days. How strange, how very strange, to hear himself say things so similar to... well, he couldn't find the name, the memories were so caked with dust. His eyes, swirling with color like polluted sea pools, refocused on Nosferatu. Inexplicably, he scoffed, laughing in the other demon's face with his teeth showing - no, how silly of him to think of such things. Ramsay's earlier and pre-demon self was nothing like Nosferatu (for one, he'd never be so stupid as to give birth in mortal form!). Ramsay, himself, he was beyond all that now. Yet he still found interest in the situation, resolving that his new fun began with Nosferatu.
His left hand reached out to the side of Nosferatu's face, attempting to wrap his fingers in a tight enough grip on the demon's hair to be uncomfortable, but not a hold too difficult to escape from. He felt absolutely wild now, locked onto a new goal and alight with the thrill of a challenge - he involuntarily moved his face closer to Nosferatu's, breath quickening as his mind smoldered, gears turning as he wondered just what it would take to make Nosferatu his. His nostrils flared, smirk collapsing into a stoic and stone-faced neutral expression. "You always dated the baddest boys back in ThunderClan. Always the one pregnant. Yet I'm the crazy one?" he asked, with a serious lack of concern for personal space.