"I have but one fear...it is the one thing that keeps me from truly being a monster. I fear harming other Soquili. You make that seem like an undesirable thing." He said, an eyebrow raised in disapproval. "And I don't think I'm 'badass,' either. I think I have the potential to kill. If that is 'badass' then I don't care." He was surprised she offered her neck. "It would be on me anyway. Regardless of whether I am sane at the time or not." He lowered his neck, his blood tainted fangs gently caressing the skin over her jugular. He hovered for a moment, pressing them just hard enough for her to feel their sharpness, then withdrew, a wry grin on his face. "You must either have a deathwish, or be truly fearless," he said, a hint of mirth in his voice, "to even allow me that close." He glanced over his body, covered in blood. “You are quite different from anyone I have ever met. I might consider allowing you to roam my lands…provided you tell me what it is you are searching for. I still desire to know what it is you seek, young treasure-hunter.” He kept his face carefully blank, else he might be tempted to smile. He had a feeling that this mare was very strict with her emotions, probably as a result of some sort of training.
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