[@PriestNoMore] --filled with both pleasure and pain. It gets to the point that they seem to blend, so I can’t tell one from the other. Rather naughty really. Would you like to see them? I think that would be fair.”
The look on his face was one of--
[@PriestNoMore] --race can fall for all they care as long as they are not inconvenience. At least with us, we have a reason to make sure that humans not only survive but flourish.”
[@PriestNoMore] --comes when we feel attacked or someone crosses us. Not that we don’t enjoy other things.”
Leaning back, “Can the same be said for the Church? They don’t care about others as long as they are comfortable on their seats of power. The human--
[@PriestNoMore] --you are willing to keep me company?”
He didn’t reach out for her. Instead, he watched her with bright golden eyes. Waiting to see what she would do next.
[@PriestNoMore] --him. Of course, that would be foolish. She was still weak from hunger and blood loss. It was would a quick fight that ended with his teeth in her neck.
In a soft but gruff voice, “Are you worried about me becoming lonely? Does that mean--
[@PriestNoMore] --the juices. What he did taste was a few stray drops of her blood still clinging to his lips.
At her next question, his grin become rather sly, “Depends. What are you willing to give me for that information? Everything comes with a price.”
[@PriestNoMore] --they called him a monster. He was at least honest with what he was. They couldn’t say the same.
His golden eyes brighten even more as he watched her eat the fruit. While he was doing that, he licked his lips. Almost as if he could taste--