Virion gave his best attempt at a smile back to Jigano in response to the reassuring smile as his hand was soon enclosed, fingers almost intertwined -- an intimate gesture he was not used to nor familiar with. The people of this country were unlike anyone he had ever met, trusting, friendly and dumb. They were sheep set free into the wild by their shepherds for predators like the wolf to dispose of. Dancing and festivals, easy to be picked out of the crowd. No one would even notice if he had dragged the other back into the woods. No one would realize he was gone until the morning after, when his corpse would already be stiff.
The hunter followed the other through the crowd. Well, he had no choice really. The lamb had a grip on his hand, leading him. Virion played along for the moment, letting himself be led. He watched the sphere of vegetation roll around the ground in some weird semblance of a dance, a low primal growl of annoyance and dislike escaped his lips involuntarily, but he was soon distracted by his prey. Jigano, his name was. Not that his name would matter later, just another head added to his collection, another toy he got bored with.
"Virion," he answered. "Just passing through to head back home."
Home...
What was home to him anyway? Well, it was better than the truth of him killing the mortal lover of one of those wretched gods. If she loved him so much, she would not have wound up in the headhunter's bed and, later, her skull in his collection. The god did not see it that way and punished him for his deeds. Virion would recover, learn to turn this curse into a blessing, and then go back for revenge.
"Where're you from?" he asked then, pretending to have some type of humanity in his depraved body.
The hunter followed the other through the crowd. Well, he had no choice really. The lamb had a grip on his hand, leading him. Virion played along for the moment, letting himself be led. He watched the sphere of vegetation roll around the ground in some weird semblance of a dance, a low primal growl of annoyance and dislike escaped his lips involuntarily, but he was soon distracted by his prey. Jigano, his name was. Not that his name would matter later, just another head added to his collection, another toy he got bored with.
"Virion," he answered. "Just passing through to head back home."
Home...
What was home to him anyway? Well, it was better than the truth of him killing the mortal lover of one of those wretched gods. If she loved him so much, she would not have wound up in the headhunter's bed and, later, her skull in his collection. The god did not see it that way and punished him for his deeds. Virion would recover, learn to turn this curse into a blessing, and then go back for revenge.
"Where're you from?" he asked then, pretending to have some type of humanity in his depraved body.
