07-13-2018, 11:21 AM
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And the sky was littered
with the corpses of stars,
with the corpses of stars,
ah vampires, he'd seen many and known few considering their reclusive behaviour back home - and that they chose to follow his kinslaying nephew, creator of the strain that he was and thus more often Anzarel had been fighting the vampiric than chatting friendly with one.
But Anzarel did not paint one specie at fault for the actions of a group of them - and the few he'd befriended he fund he could trust and became his people in time, no matter the origin.
it was also why when confronted with vampire around him here, he had been unsurprised and simply accepting - it was no strange thing, but then not much was.
so catching sight of what might've been an albino feline were it not for the fangs and the slight blood, he barely batted an eye - though he did wonder the reaction to his blood considering
he'd never given blood to any of his prior vampiric acquaintances - hesitant the strange blood would do something to them, for ill or not, for all he knew it might be addictive or it might be poison or it might just be harmless if strange tasting to them.
still, he wasn't taking chances - only too glad his scar had long healed over and obscured by his gem embedded collar.
Anzarel tipped his head to the two vampires - staying silent as they awaited the answers to Margaery's question.
[sub]ASCENDANTS - OBSERVER - TAGS - EXTREME - HELLION REF (9FT)[W]isker[/sub]But Anzarel did not paint one specie at fault for the actions of a group of them - and the few he'd befriended he fund he could trust and became his people in time, no matter the origin.
it was also why when confronted with vampire around him here, he had been unsurprised and simply accepting - it was no strange thing, but then not much was.
so catching sight of what might've been an albino feline were it not for the fangs and the slight blood, he barely batted an eye - though he did wonder the reaction to his blood considering
he'd never given blood to any of his prior vampiric acquaintances - hesitant the strange blood would do something to them, for ill or not, for all he knew it might be addictive or it might be poison or it might just be harmless if strange tasting to them.
still, he wasn't taking chances - only too glad his scar had long healed over and obscured by his gem embedded collar.
Anzarel tipped his head to the two vampires - staying silent as they awaited the answers to Margaery's question.
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