S A M U E L
Isla looked a little alarmed at first, but seemed to be alright with his fangs after a moment's consideration. Samuel was glad for that; the last thing he needed was Outlanders running from him yelling and bringing lots of attention his way.
"Bloodfiends...? That sounds much more threatening..." He supposed at least here he was Ascended and not a...Bloodfiend. That seemed like a title he'd have a much harder time getting away from.
"Yes, Ascended. And I...did not choose it. It was the choice of.." Sam paused, unsure of whether he wanted to discuss this with a stranger, but she had brought it up and it wasn't a particular secret. "...My family. They thought perhaps the g-gift could correct my flaws. It...didn't. I haven't seen them for a few years now." He tried to shrug casually as if this did not bother him, but he could feel the pained expression on his face.
"It is not common. Usually Ascended choose it and are...in-inordinately proud of it. I think it's stupid-" Sam rarely spoke negatively of things or got angry, but something of that side of him showed through "-to be proud of something you didn't even do. Th-this life is not as good anyway. You can hardly feel anything and you need to do things with Gods constantly."
I AM THE OCEAN CLAWING AT YOUR MOON
