“Quanto tempo è passato da quando è stato semplicemente il caffè e progenie?” Her voice was a soft whisper as she felt her shoes being removed. Her fingers curled around the leather jacket, pulling it tighter about her as she offered a nod in reply to his thanks. He need not thank her, though. She was his progeny; She did all that she could to make him proud. “Secoli...ho quasi dimenticato come ci si sente. Per essere in grado di passare le notti sapendo che non ci saranno altre sette persone moleste di fare le faccende o esseri umani tenuti in giro per voi che avete bisogno per assicurarsi che essi sono nutriti e felici. Per essere di nuovo solo. E ' la beatitudine.” A light smile twitched at her lips before she lowered her head.
They should leave soon in case there were other Hunters around. Angiluzza was strange; She had no issue fighting someone twice her strength who could rip her head off. She welcome such battles. But she didn't like Hunters. Afraid of them...? Possibly. She recounted the first time she had come across Holy Water. She was young arrogant then, fooled into drinking a goblet full of the liquid and soon spending three days writhing in pain and bleeding from her pores. Never again. She shuddered at the memory as she dismissed her previous thoughts of Garth as she felt fur rubbing against her feet. A genuine smile lit up her scarred face as she peeked down to see three black foxes at her feet. “Quando dobbiamo prendere congedo? E dovremmo trovare un umano da portare con noi o scorta di sangue.” She glanced over at Garth, swirling her feet a little, not seeming to notice much as they sank their teeth and claws into her flesh. The punctures just healed anyways.
They should leave soon in case there were other Hunters around. Angiluzza was strange; She had no issue fighting someone twice her strength who could rip her head off. She welcome such battles. But she didn't like Hunters. Afraid of them...? Possibly. She recounted the first time she had come across Holy Water. She was young arrogant then, fooled into drinking a goblet full of the liquid and soon spending three days writhing in pain and bleeding from her pores. Never again. She shuddered at the memory as she dismissed her previous thoughts of Garth as she felt fur rubbing against her feet. A genuine smile lit up her scarred face as she peeked down to see three black foxes at her feet. “Quando dobbiamo prendere congedo? E dovremmo trovare un umano da portare con noi o scorta di sangue.” She glanced over at Garth, swirling her feet a little, not seeming to notice much as they sank their teeth and claws into her flesh. The punctures just healed anyways.