Post by Xaen on Feb 8, 2014 13:40:00 GMT -6
Xaen looked amused.
'Most people fear death, regardless of what form it is. They fear to see, hear, smell or touch it hence my isolation. I am used to the shrieks, and screams of the locals; even when I had traveled. Only problem that was difficult was when peasants would chase me with their torches.'
A faint disgruntled sound rumbled in her throat. 'Hacking and cleaving is fine, I just pretend for them to fall over and die; more or less just laying there pretending I'm dead when in reality I would just get up and move on.. but fire is more difficult. I'd prefer to have what fur I have, rather than look like most undead even.. skeletons entirely.'
She'd presume most people never really took into care what or how the undead would prefer to look when it came to mortal instinct hate and fear. Perhaps this information was if anything but irrelevant to those. Than again it would be useful.
Xaen wasn't too sure; it was like a blink of the eye for her mortal life. It was difficult to remember how one felt or thought back then, even her motives. However old habits never really went away; she realized this as she watched the female from the table finishing her food.
It seemed so easy and mostly ignored but the feeling was still there for her. The sensation of taste and of fulfillment.
'Most people fear death, regardless of what form it is. They fear to see, hear, smell or touch it hence my isolation. I am used to the shrieks, and screams of the locals; even when I had traveled. Only problem that was difficult was when peasants would chase me with their torches.'
A faint disgruntled sound rumbled in her throat. 'Hacking and cleaving is fine, I just pretend for them to fall over and die; more or less just laying there pretending I'm dead when in reality I would just get up and move on.. but fire is more difficult. I'd prefer to have what fur I have, rather than look like most undead even.. skeletons entirely.'
She'd presume most people never really took into care what or how the undead would prefer to look when it came to mortal instinct hate and fear. Perhaps this information was if anything but irrelevant to those. Than again it would be useful.
Xaen wasn't too sure; it was like a blink of the eye for her mortal life. It was difficult to remember how one felt or thought back then, even her motives. However old habits never really went away; she realized this as she watched the female from the table finishing her food.
It seemed so easy and mostly ignored but the feeling was still there for her. The sensation of taste and of fulfillment.
