Snippet #2719194

Aldric let out a small hum as she spoke, signifying without words that he understood what she meant, all of it. People growing old, the fact that she found his prey before he did, the fact that he was a monster, that she may have turned into something similar, and that she felt the loneliness. He understood all of it, and decided it would be best not to press the matter too much further, if at all.

"Perhaps then you can work on...not killing men, if you wish to see me; the only dog in the building." he said calmly. He began to step away from the cell bars. "Seeing someone who isn't here to try and fix what is too far broken to be fixed would be nice.... It was nice to...meet you, Scarlette. Perhaps we'll actually see each other soon." he said to her before turning his back on the cell bars, and headed to his bed, easing himself into it and closing his eyes. Naps were good...they were most of what he did now, besides eat what scraps they gave him. At least, he felt they were scraps. Half-stale, not even warm, rarely any meat. Disgusting Prison food, it was. That's what it came down to. He was in a prison, and they served disgusting prison food.

Perhaps if he tried to eat an orderly they'd bring him fresher meat cooked to his specifications....he always did prefer Beef to Human Flesh. Lamb was nice too, when he could fight off the Guard Dogs by himself... Pork was alright, Chicken was fine, Turkey, was too dry for his tastes. Salmon was a delicacy he often had to fight bears for. He never cared for bears; much to noisy and stubborn; unwilling to share. Buffalo was also decent...but when he heard their numbers became low he stopped eating them over a hundred years ago. What good was a taste for food if that food hardly existed.... Either way; as his stomach growled he sighed, and closed his eyes for a dreamless nap.