Post by Dravocn on Sept 25, 2018 22:08:11 GMT -5
Cold, was the word she had chosen to use to describe his answers. It wasn't simply an ironic term coming from someone who exuded such a chilly atmosphere from her mere existence, nor was it simply ironic from the state of the planet's climate. No, cold was more than ironic, it was a testament to the image he had shown throughout this entire discussion. His warm smile was but a lit match in the middle of a blizzard of logic and cruel calculation. He had explained he doesn't see the vampires as monsters, he had explained that mortals did the same to their meat. He had also explained that he would follow the laws of this planet, it wasn't simply out of an eye for an eye philosophy, but because his stay here was pertinent and necessary.
He had done a lot on this planet, nothing notable to the public eye or even their new ruler, but it was significant in his studies. He was a long-lived species, naturally immortal, and certainly didn't want to be killed. He would find having to regenerate would be far less... reasonable. His words were of understanding, that in order for a pseudo-cannibalistic species such as vampires to sustain themselves, they would have to make it worthwhile for their food supply to risk their lives. That they would have to be just as accommodating as they were civil and calculating. He was not as cruel as he made himself out to be, not unless he had met someone in need of punishment that he could personally apply.
Dravocn let the echoes of her words sink into his mind, her words of warning were noted though not the pinnacle of his focus. He did note that for some infeasible reason, humans and other blooded creatures were outlawed for this planet... Where exactly did their food supply come from then? Her statement alone sparked further questions, but none he seemed able to answer at this time. He nodded at her statement to make his leave, to be guided to his quarters. His thoughts filled with a sudden strange anger he couldn't understand, and an odd image of an intricately disassembled body... the owner still breathing. He couldn't make out the face, but he did find the feeling and imagery in his mind to be notable, possibly a side effect of his answers rotting his soul a bit. Or perhaps it was simply the feeling in the pit of his chest that felt empty and demanding to be filled. He was unsure, a rarity for him... but he moved on and allowed himself to be guided to his quarters.
WC:442
TWC:3353
End of thread. Requesting PL
He had done a lot on this planet, nothing notable to the public eye or even their new ruler, but it was significant in his studies. He was a long-lived species, naturally immortal, and certainly didn't want to be killed. He would find having to regenerate would be far less... reasonable. His words were of understanding, that in order for a pseudo-cannibalistic species such as vampires to sustain themselves, they would have to make it worthwhile for their food supply to risk their lives. That they would have to be just as accommodating as they were civil and calculating. He was not as cruel as he made himself out to be, not unless he had met someone in need of punishment that he could personally apply.
Dravocn let the echoes of her words sink into his mind, her words of warning were noted though not the pinnacle of his focus. He did note that for some infeasible reason, humans and other blooded creatures were outlawed for this planet... Where exactly did their food supply come from then? Her statement alone sparked further questions, but none he seemed able to answer at this time. He nodded at her statement to make his leave, to be guided to his quarters. His thoughts filled with a sudden strange anger he couldn't understand, and an odd image of an intricately disassembled body... the owner still breathing. He couldn't make out the face, but he did find the feeling and imagery in his mind to be notable, possibly a side effect of his answers rotting his soul a bit. Or perhaps it was simply the feeling in the pit of his chest that felt empty and demanding to be filled. He was unsure, a rarity for him... but he moved on and allowed himself to be guided to his quarters.
WC:442
TWC:3353
End of thread. Requesting PL