Knell nods her head, understanding clear in the bright blue of her eyes when she looks at him. "Because we need blood, right?" She and Ancients need it more than others. She's felt the bit of hunger, the bloodlust that she shares with them. Although she's yet to feel it at its peak, Knell's heard that it can be intense.
Swinging her legs, she scrutinizes the picture again, trying to imagine blood pumping through the system. "How much is in a person anyways?" She tilts her head, glancing between Asta and the picture before looking out to the shrine farther in the Temple where people place their bloody handprints. "We use a lot for offerings, but how much can you lose before you die?" Should she be worried about someone dropping dead during a ritual? What if she wanted to kill someone?
The darker thoughts send a thrill down her spine, her fang poking into her lip as she wonders if that's something she'd want to do?
Swinging her legs, she scrutinizes the picture again, trying to imagine blood pumping through the system. "How much is in a person anyways?" She tilts her head, glancing between Asta and the picture before looking out to the shrine farther in the Temple where people place their bloody handprints. "We use a lot for offerings, but how much can you lose before you die?" Should she be worried about someone dropping dead during a ritual? What if she wanted to kill someone?
The darker thoughts send a thrill down her spine, her fang poking into her lip as she wonders if that's something she'd want to do?
Knell
