Always running his mouth, yeah he's got a few scars
The brief flash of kindness in Nate's tone spread to his lips, his smile serene for a moment, a breath he didn't need to take, before it stretched into something too sharp, something that showed off his fangs and the hunger that brimmed just beneath the surface of his skin. "Gods are so far away, in the grand scheme of things. It's difficult to catch their notice, their wrath."
Nate leaned forward, not stepping, not quite, but definitely invading the other mans space again, in all his unblinking, unbreathing, unnatural glory. What was scarier than the wrath of a God? "The monsters are scarier. The things that want to eat you, that could without a second thought. The things that whisper in dead voices, and lurk in the dark." He laughed, loud and harsh, enjoying the dramatics, though he wasn't exactly lying. The particular monsters he described would be easy to avoid, as long as the hunter didn't leave Torchline. "Anything that can actually touch you is scarier than a God."
Nate leaned forward, not stepping, not quite, but definitely invading the other mans space again, in all his unblinking, unbreathing, unnatural glory. What was scarier than the wrath of a God? "The monsters are scarier. The things that want to eat you, that could without a second thought. The things that whisper in dead voices, and lurk in the dark." He laughed, loud and harsh, enjoying the dramatics, though he wasn't exactly lying. The particular monsters he described would be easy to avoid, as long as the hunter didn't leave Torchline. "Anything that can actually touch you is scarier than a God."
NATE
