Snippet #2789910

"I... I see, simply voicing my respect," he said, furrowing his brow in thought, a certainly odd reaction to being dangled dangerously high above the ground. He was trying hard not to receive his escort with malcontent, to treat her as a person rather than a monster. Before he could speak further, he was cut off by an abrupt drop into a blinding dive, everything becoming little more than a blur of shapes and colors as the ground grew closer and closer, his body limp against the rush of air. As he braced for impact, he felt an abrupt stop, his feet touching the ground, his feet wobbling as he tries to steady himself, with failing results as he shook. He took a moment, breathing in and out audibly, trying to get a grip.

What was more strange, however, was the sheer calm emitted from the humanoid figure that held on to him, who seemed more intent on scanning him over. As he started to regain his bearings, he had a sobering thought come across his mind. "She can't be left to her own, she could become hysterical!" he began, his mind shifting to his creations.

Heavy breathing could soon be heard, shifting his attention to a wild-eyed Basalah on hands and feet, having obviously been following them with her utmost effort, breathing out steam from her hot breath into the cold night air. Though anger was in her eyes at first, having taken and threatened her master no doubt, or even, perhaps, the jab at her pride, seeing her master well softened her expression. The beast's maw cracked into a cocky grin as she stood upright, flipping her hair back with one of her hands, taunting back the vampire who challenged her.

"Ah, this," she began, turning to the castle. She gripped at her sores and hissed slightly. "That... that which is hidden from the eyessss of men..?" she asked, a rhetorical question with particular emphasis, scratching herself under her chin. She gave that dismissive grin again. "Food perhaps? The bug... did not satisfy. Master, you are hungry as well... yes?"