SwordOfTheDarkOnes
Eztli gave lazy shrug, "No, they allow for even the weakest of our kin to hide away on an island instead of teaching them to become stronger. Only the strong survive, it's the way of nature." He told the other man, finding it sad that this one seemed happy over not being actively hunted. Didn't know that the hunters had their uses? That they helped the vampires to hone their instincts and their skills? To become more efficient hunters? Ah well, not everyone saw them as an asset like Ez did. A tasty, tasty asset at that, one he indulged in perhaps more then he should, "I might be alone in this but I rather like the hunters, there is nothing better then turning the tables on one of them, seeing the shock on their faces when they are bested, then that look when you sink your fangs in... it's beyond words."
Laying back on the ground he looked up at the growling Zuberi, giving a soft laugh, "What is it, pup? Not a fan of the nickname? I feel it suits someone as cute as you." He said, giving a smile, his mismatched eyes seeming to glitter as he licked his lips free of the bood that clung to them, blood he'd taken from Zuberi when he'd bitten him.
"You should definitely come hunting with me one day, pup. There is a lot of fun to be had out there when you chase the right people." He told him, stretching out where he was laying in a lazy manner, as though he held no fear when it came to Zuberi and his growling. It was mostly Eztli baiting the jackal, though he wouldn't admit that, not when he was enjoying the reactions that he was getting from him. As if to tease him that much more Eztli lifted a hand up, stroking his cheek.
