/// forgive me father, for i have sinned
and as i kneel here now,
and as i kneel here now,
He says nothing and makes no movements, letting her deal with the information internally as much as she could handle. He supplies her with other little tidbits – the fact that he doesn’t kill them (it’s part of his not being sloppy technique that he’s so masterfully conducted). And when it finally settles in her and her pale head snaps up, his horned one tilts – the firelight dancing against his fire obsidian horns, pronged and sharp in the light as he meets her gaze in return.
“They do not and I do not.” He says by them not dying and him not killing and hunting people. Hunting, actually, was likely an occurrence but it never meant that he did kill them. His bloodlust had been solely reduced to deer and large creatures. “I used to, growing up, but it changed when I became Ancient. Like I said, I learned manners and how to be polite.” Gesturing to his still quite put together appearance, she’d not find a speck of blood amongst it or even a stain, or even a piece of lint.
There’s a small sparkle of amusement in the dark of his gaze as he meets hers over the firelight. “I keep my bloodlust solely focused on animals.” It was easier that way, because animals tended to think a lot less than people did, and when he let himself get to that point he really wasn’t looking for a difficult chase. Instead, he takes what he can get when it’s available, and he suffers for stretches when its not, but it’s always quiet and not broadly advertised.
Unless one was to see Danta’s skin at this present moment.
“They do not and I do not.” He says by them not dying and him not killing and hunting people. Hunting, actually, was likely an occurrence but it never meant that he did kill them. His bloodlust had been solely reduced to deer and large creatures. “I used to, growing up, but it changed when I became Ancient. Like I said, I learned manners and how to be polite.” Gesturing to his still quite put together appearance, she’d not find a speck of blood amongst it or even a stain, or even a piece of lint.
There’s a small sparkle of amusement in the dark of his gaze as he meets hers over the firelight. “I keep my bloodlust solely focused on animals.” It was easier that way, because animals tended to think a lot less than people did, and when he let himself get to that point he really wasn’t looking for a difficult chase. Instead, he takes what he can get when it’s available, and he suffers for stretches when its not, but it’s always quiet and not broadly advertised.
Astaroth
hands red with blood,
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
i know deep down, that i'll do it again ///
