"You don't even know what I taste like. A precious commodity is what I've heard it called. I've been hunted for it in the past. Not that I |want| to share it with you, but needs must when the Devil drives."
He'd love to ignore Basil in return, but he's impaledโข and nobody else is around to help.
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"Well excuse me for having a sense of taste."
He's turning even more. Fully ignoring him and being a jerk.
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"Rude. Hรฉroka 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."
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"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?"
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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."
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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.
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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 โ the branch objects.
"E-Excuse me?"
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That... Would suck. Someone else can enjoy venison later, then.
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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.
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Double ew.
He's ignoring him, going back his his stolen pouch.
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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.
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Nose crinkle. Ew.
Sipping his blood faster.
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His ears shoot up and he freezes.
Oopsโ
Little wave?
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Slowly turning to look at him.
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Watching from afar โ nowhere near as secretly as he thinks.
