indiscreet: leans back in her chair (☦ where the dogs were hungry roaming)
Anna Demirovna ([personal profile] indiscreet) wrote in [community profile] kore_logs 2012-12-09 11:59 pm (UTC)

"I don't intend to hurt you, if that's what you're asking."

A "prey species," he'd put it. It was an uncomfortably accurate assessment, at least when it came to how the Lancea Sanctum had taught her to think of things. And the Lance were hardly the only ones to use the term kine — cattle. For her part, she'd adapted to that idea contentedly enough; after all, it made the things she'd done so very much easier to stomach when she could know that she only did them because God had damned her to be a wolf, nipping at the heels of the faithful, reminding them what would happen if they strayed. No wonder she killed: it was only natural.

But she needed to reassure him, somehow. She couldn't really think of Wallie as just another mortal anymore: he'd been through too much strangeness, and they had too much in common for her to shut off her empathy.

"I don't kill the people I drink from — I don't want to. I've seen... too much death as it is. I'm not going to make it worse, if I can avoid it." And it was true. It avoided some of the uglier parts of her history, but it was true.

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