06-29-2014, 05:04 PM
The Regus regarded the female naga indifferently. Within stirred a deep-seeded need to correct her appraisal of the situation. Armande had attempted to feed the Dreyken no such thing. By the whim of fortune alone did they even share the same passageway when the creature caught their scents.
Rather than correct her of her misguided conclusion, he relaxed his posture in light of their truce to add his own heavy assessment. "Had I desired to use the boy as bait, I would have tied him down and opened his skin to draw the scent of blood." The directness with which he described such a plan suggested a lack of humor in the statement. Farcity and whimsy were not among his temperaments. By the way he gazed down upon the weak sociology student, he was completely serious.
"I warned him of dangers and that the boy did not heed."
The female wrapped her face with cloth once more and slunk into the darkness. Giovanni hobbled toward Armande.
"It was a blood-drinker, Giovanni. Lucky for you, it was weak and tired. At their full strength they are notoriously difficult to kill." Many an Atharim were brought down by dreyken.
Lamp in hand, Armande knelt by the torso of the creature and went through its pockets. What money he found, he returned and offered it to Giovanni. By brief estimation the amount neared a thousand dollars. "Take this and heed my warning now, Giovanni. Return to the surface and do not venture here again. You have heart and would be a shame to see it ripped out needlessly." His command was cold as ice. "May fortune favor you, for I will not be the one to escort you back."
Rather than correct her of her misguided conclusion, he relaxed his posture in light of their truce to add his own heavy assessment. "Had I desired to use the boy as bait, I would have tied him down and opened his skin to draw the scent of blood." The directness with which he described such a plan suggested a lack of humor in the statement. Farcity and whimsy were not among his temperaments. By the way he gazed down upon the weak sociology student, he was completely serious.
"I warned him of dangers and that the boy did not heed."
The female wrapped her face with cloth once more and slunk into the darkness. Giovanni hobbled toward Armande.
"It was a blood-drinker, Giovanni. Lucky for you, it was weak and tired. At their full strength they are notoriously difficult to kill." Many an Atharim were brought down by dreyken.
Lamp in hand, Armande knelt by the torso of the creature and went through its pockets. What money he found, he returned and offered it to Giovanni. By brief estimation the amount neared a thousand dollars. "Take this and heed my warning now, Giovanni. Return to the surface and do not venture here again. You have heart and would be a shame to see it ripped out needlessly." His command was cold as ice. "May fortune favor you, for I will not be the one to escort you back."