Post by Hadjara on Apr 10, 2013 1:51:16 GMT -5
Hadjara was entirely aware of Gabriel’s mood but she continued to smile pleasantly as she followed him. ”So I won’t then,” Hadjara added cavalierly, figuring this was another thing Gabriel just did. Only she was more likely to humor this one than giving blood to a rock. She had already noticed how closely he seemed to care for tradition and she could easily ignore Malak’s prodding to say it out loud just to see what would happen. Still, it was hard not to be naturally curious about the other Daemon Lord.
”Have you been to the castle before then?” Hadjara asked, leaving it open as to which she was referring to. She had always been curious when presented with new information, if a little wary. And unlike her first time in the Shadow World Hadjara wasn’t alone and this wasn’t nearly as terrifying as being suddenly tossed into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Still, she pressed closer to Gabriel when they went from the street to the bar and Hadjara peered about from around him, just as curious but now far more cautious. But she settled back down at the bar even if she wasn’t looking around as openly anymore.
Of course, food was enough to entice her to come out of her nervous shell and Hadjara’s face lit up at the sight of the foreign animal’s corpse. She was alarmingly okay with eating strange things and when it was set before her Hadjara leaned forward to prod at it, examining it with long claws and finding, much to her delight, that not only was it still warm but it appeared to have two hearts. Of course, when Gabriel passed over the bottle to the vampire Hadjara honed in on it, suddenly interested in what she knew was a bottle of fake blood.
It took effort but Hadjara made herself look back down, and work at peeling back the fur and breaking the rips that blocked her access to the mass of decadent looking bloody organs. She wasn’t even craving it, but there was still an intrigue in his blood. Sort of like when even when she wasn’t hungry she would notice someone walking by with a whole roasted bird and suddenly feel hungry again.
”I, uh, yes,” Hadjara blurted out when Gabriel started talking to her, and suddenly distracted her from the slight daze she had started to enter. She blinked for a second as she actually started to listen to what he was saying. ”Yeah, that’s a bit what we figured,” Hadjara said with a nod, snapping a particularly thick bone with a loud crack.
”So if everything here is sort of do as ya like who built the city? Do ya keep slaves here too?” Hadjara had pulled out a lung and she examined it for a second before she took a massive bite out of it and swallowed the hunk of bloody organ whole. She had none of his desire to wait for her drink and she was already splattered with blood up to her elbows and across her lips. No need to wait for it to cool and dry, meat was better warm. As she swallowed Hadjara’s wings instinctually came down clawed thumbs digging into the carcass to hold it still as she ate. It wasn’t necessary since she could tear with her claws, and Hadjara wasn’t fond of eating things alive (despite what aviidiles seemed to think was fun), but it still took more effort than it was worth to keep her wings behind her instead. ”So what causes the light ta change without no sun?” Hadjara growled as she left the rest of the lung and started rather savagely going about shredding a heart, ”Are there any moons?”
When the glass was set in front of her Hadjara’s head snapped up and she looked curiously at the drink as soon as the momentary food aggression and her faint growl had subsided. She slowly reached forward and pulled it close, sniffing at it over the smell of the dead animal before she took a tentative sip.
”Have you been to the castle before then?” Hadjara asked, leaving it open as to which she was referring to. She had always been curious when presented with new information, if a little wary. And unlike her first time in the Shadow World Hadjara wasn’t alone and this wasn’t nearly as terrifying as being suddenly tossed into a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Still, she pressed closer to Gabriel when they went from the street to the bar and Hadjara peered about from around him, just as curious but now far more cautious. But she settled back down at the bar even if she wasn’t looking around as openly anymore.
Of course, food was enough to entice her to come out of her nervous shell and Hadjara’s face lit up at the sight of the foreign animal’s corpse. She was alarmingly okay with eating strange things and when it was set before her Hadjara leaned forward to prod at it, examining it with long claws and finding, much to her delight, that not only was it still warm but it appeared to have two hearts. Of course, when Gabriel passed over the bottle to the vampire Hadjara honed in on it, suddenly interested in what she knew was a bottle of fake blood.
It took effort but Hadjara made herself look back down, and work at peeling back the fur and breaking the rips that blocked her access to the mass of decadent looking bloody organs. She wasn’t even craving it, but there was still an intrigue in his blood. Sort of like when even when she wasn’t hungry she would notice someone walking by with a whole roasted bird and suddenly feel hungry again.
”I, uh, yes,” Hadjara blurted out when Gabriel started talking to her, and suddenly distracted her from the slight daze she had started to enter. She blinked for a second as she actually started to listen to what he was saying. ”Yeah, that’s a bit what we figured,” Hadjara said with a nod, snapping a particularly thick bone with a loud crack.
”So if everything here is sort of do as ya like who built the city? Do ya keep slaves here too?” Hadjara had pulled out a lung and she examined it for a second before she took a massive bite out of it and swallowed the hunk of bloody organ whole. She had none of his desire to wait for her drink and she was already splattered with blood up to her elbows and across her lips. No need to wait for it to cool and dry, meat was better warm. As she swallowed Hadjara’s wings instinctually came down clawed thumbs digging into the carcass to hold it still as she ate. It wasn’t necessary since she could tear with her claws, and Hadjara wasn’t fond of eating things alive (despite what aviidiles seemed to think was fun), but it still took more effort than it was worth to keep her wings behind her instead. ”So what causes the light ta change without no sun?” Hadjara growled as she left the rest of the lung and started rather savagely going about shredding a heart, ”Are there any moons?”
When the glass was set in front of her Hadjara’s head snapped up and she looked curiously at the drink as soon as the momentary food aggression and her faint growl had subsided. She slowly reached forward and pulled it close, sniffing at it over the smell of the dead animal before she took a tentative sip.