"Rude. Héroka blood is a nonpareil in several communities."
He huffed and flicked his ears indignantly.
"I have |tried| breaking the thing. If I could do so successfully, this conversation would not be taking place."
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
"I don't want your blood," he chimed cooly. "I'm actually appalled you would suggest such a thing."
He glanced back.
"Can't you just break the thing?"
𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖑
Damn revenants, it's no wonder they're enemies of the faunakin.
Beau sighs heavily, trying once more to liberate himself from the tree, but only succeeds in impaling himself further.
"Mister Vampire, sir? I... can offer you fresh blood if you help me out of my predicament."
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
Would it be mean to ignore the other? Yes. Is he a petty, mean vampire? Also yes.
He's turning his body, making it clear he's ignoring him.
𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖑
His earfeathers droop.
It's his own fault for being in the vicinity of anywhere but his own forest, but he supposes any tree could take a disliking to him, so he tries not to ruminate too much.
"...um..."
He tries to take a breath — the branch objects.
"E-Excuse me?"
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
That... Would suck. Someone else can enjoy venison later, then.
𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖑
Oh, thank Redhorn!
He looks longingly at the ground, more than happy to leave the... the blood drinker to his meal, but the branch is still embedded in him.
Still attached to the tree.
Whine.
He doesn't want to ask for help, especially not from a... a revenant.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
Double ew.
He's ignoring him, going back his his stolen pouch.
𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖑
Trying to get down from the tree he was resting in.
There's a sharp branch jutting out that slices into him.
Ouch.
He's also a source of blood, it turns out. Not one that's willing to share, though.
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
Nose crinkle. Ew.
Sipping his blood faster.
𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖑
His ears shoot up and he freezes.
Oops—
Little wave?
𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐮
Slowly turning to look at him.
𝕭𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖑
Watching from afar — nowhere near as secretly as he thinks.
