09-18-2018, 02:17 AM
[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]Again she was wrong but then again he hadn’t expected her to be right. The hybrid didn’t know him or his needs and calling him a blood sucker only made a brief smile pull at the corner of his lips. He could very well live off of flesh which he had been doing for quite some time before he had to drink in order to heal from his wounds. The whip had done its job well and he sighed softly. It was interesting that she insulted him when he hadn’t even lifted a paw to be rude to her. Though he supposed that was in her nature. He didn’t care. He would do what he needed to do to ensure his survival and nothing more. He didn’t think he was better than anyone, didn’t think he stronger so he didn’t have his head stuck up his ass as she called it. The large beast slowly rose to his paws then and he pulled Bastille’s body to him then. Being careful of it. He’d go take the body back soon. ”I’ll pass on answering your questions. After all I don’t have a interest and like of you so there isn’t a point.”