𝒟𝒶𝒶𝓃

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 𝐈𝐭’𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫, 𝐢𝐬𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭? ⠀ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬

and, what's that ?

“Vinushka. And where does he perform?” Willard, rather brazenly, assumes this man and the figure he speaks about are magicians. That explains the pyromancy trick, yes.

he nearly jumps out of his socks with the realization of what he witnessed! “What was that?” He doesn’t consider himself easily intimidated, though the question (and he realizes its foolishness) comes out as a hapless squeak.

“Quite. Thankyou.” Willard begins to walk off. He knows the rats are restless after that. However, as soon as the other man finds it time to let go of the dog, it comes running back. Yipping and snipping at his travel bag just like before. “Bugger!” he exclaims angrily.

Willard called it the obligation to protect the only creatures worth protecting. And especially Socrates, who was no doubt holding down the fort from inside the bag.

A nuisance all the same. After about a minute of stumbling in helpless circles and trying to shoo the dog away, Willard sees another man. “Sir!” he calls out. “Is this yours?”

" its mostly because im a lesbian . . I dont like men and I find feeding very intimate . . " [ she shrugs , rubbing the small cut on her neck after pushing the other over . . She doesnt wish to harm him further . ]

" could have been avoided , sir . . Your bottom two ribs snapped on contact , potentially organ damage but im not too confident . " [ she shrugs , fully prepared to do it again . . ]

" . . Welp , you've cut me now . . " [ due to being a vampire . . She has enhanced physical strength , that is amplified by her great body shape . . She now slams her fist into the others side , around the liver area . . ]

" a man ? I dont drink men's blood . . You got the wrong vampire dude . " [ she mumbles a little under her breath , feeling the cold scalpel . . ]

“Hmm… Maybe with this!”