Video - Unseelie/Seelie (Post-dated to the 2nd)

[withbite]

[Hello there, Drabwurld. Have one slightly mussed vampire giving the locket a lazy smile. Is he calling from bed? Looks like. It may or may not be his own bed. Don't question that. Everything's covered, though, so no worries about scarring any delicate sensibilities.]

Some of you might recognize me, others might not. Either way, I'll keep this short and sweet. Since I'm back here again, I'm still going to need to fulfill those dietary requirements I mentioned last time. Which means donors.

[Not that he couldn't take what he wanted as he pleased, but he'd seen some of the things those here could do his last trip and the last thing he wanted was to find himself trying to have lunch with a witch and winding up with a few aneurysms for his trouble. Rude, witches.]

Again, only reply if you're either interested in offering or, I don't know, have a servant or whatever that's expendable. I'm not interested in playing twenty questions or show and tell.

[And that was as in depth as he planned on getting right now. People could offer or... he could get hungry enough to just take a risk and jump some hapless fairy. They were about the size of a juice box...]

Comments

[baseborne]

[He always appreciates Stiles!!! Just... deep down. On the inside. Where he doesn't express it because 2 manly.]

I'm a man grown. [It's the automatic, compulsive response!] So what are those pieces? [Wait he said "nicely."] My lord.

[withbite]

[Lame, bro. Real men express themselves.]

Mm, sure you are. [No, Jon, you so weren't.]

Well, for one, how about we start with the fact that I'm not human, therefore I might have different dietary requirements then you?

[baseborne]

How can any manner of creature subsist on blood? There's nothing in it. [It sounds like one of old nan's tales. Some man that comes in the night and sucks children dry like a leech if they don't keep your dirty clothes off the floor.]

[withbite]

... You really don't know much about blood, do you? I guess you're not familiar with leeches or blood drinking bats or anything?

[baseborne]

You don't look like a leech. Nor a bat, either.

[withbite]

No, I don't. Thank god for that.

[Someone was prideful of their appearance.]

Like I said, I'm not human anymore.

[baseborne]

... "Anymore?" [That's not ominous or anything.]

[withbite]

Is there an echo in here? Yes, anymore.

[Oh, wait. It gets better.]

[baseborne]

[Huff!!] Would you explain that as well, my lord?

[withbite]

[Oh, why not. He was bored and an imp had been smart enough to waddle in with another bottle of something for him to drink. Smart imp.]

Well, a long time ago, I got down and dirty with a skanky vampire. Then I had some of her blood, died, and came back as one. Ta da. There you go. Fascinating, huh?

[baseborne]

Then... you're dead. [So he's some kind of dashing, sassy wight?? Except with blood instead of cold?]

[withbite]

Technically, I'm undead. I was dead, and then I wasn't.

[Does he look like a wight to you, Jon?]

[baseborne]

[Wow he specified dashing and sassy what more could you want??]

Then you breathe still? Your heart beats? [You're not just a walking corpse?]

[withbite]

Yes, and yes. And I can die. I just don't stay dead.

[Unless certain things are met.]

[baseborne]

I suppose... there are stranger things.

[But not by much.]

[withbite]

Really? You're in a fairy world and a vampire is what's confusing you most?

[baseborne]

I just said there are stranger things!

[withbite]

[God, this was too easy. It was like pissing off the Lockwood brat all over again.

Damon just laughed.]

Sure, kid. Sure.

[baseborne]

[Maybe it's a wolf thing, don't judge!]

Who are you, anyhow?

[withbite]

[So much judging. And laughing.]

Damon Salvatore. Who are you?

[baseborne]

Jon Snow. Chief Captain of the Aelfengard of Cothromach. [See, a Man Grown!!!]

[withbite]

[They were just handing titles out to any baby who could walk...]

Uh huh. I'm extremely impressed.

[No he wasn't.]

[baseborne]

[Okay tbh basically they just handed him his title based on blood relation so he can't really brag...]

An introduction generally includes titles, so far as I know. Whether or not you're impressed by them. [Jerk.]

[withbite]

Oh, does it? Then I'd be Damon Salvatore, founding family member of Mystic Falls and currently on the city council.

[Truths. See? He was important too, Jon. Nyah.]

[baseborne]

[Wow lame get some titles here bro they are the bees knees.]

Where is that? Mystic Falls?