by The Kingpin » Sat Dec 20, 2008 10:51 am
"Me? feed on innocent people? an amusing accusation. the last time i fed on anyone innocent was around 800 years ago...and that was the first time. after that, i made a habit of only feeding on the ones who i knew were no better. in fact, the only ones i actually targetted were those who did what i was forced to do, for pleasure. recently, i don't even feed that way at all. a rather odd concentration of Fire-wielding Demons have been hurtling themselves at me lately, and i'd rather not try and drink molten rock, or steel, or whatever you want to call what they bleed. all in all, very few humans find themselves on my hitlist. mob bosses make up the majority of that small number" said Drake as he circled the Werewolf, watching him with his aura vision to monitor what condition he was in, to better predict a counter attack...
"you on the other hand...are an animal. you use your Wolf form to crush anything that gets in the way of your feeding, your path. anything that crosses your path, be it deliberate, or by accident, you slaughter, regardless of whether it's innocent, criminal, man, woman, elder or child. to you, anything weaker than you is open to your bloodthirsty destructive nature. the beast within. as for me, i actually avoid them. i slip through human society seamlessly. i walk in daylight, at night. any time i need to move, i move. the only ones who try and stop me, know me for who i am, and, more often than not, want me dead. i kill them, and keep going. witnesses? let them see. we live in a world where the Supernaturals have taken over. a world no longer ruled by humans. and even if they do see me, i have nothing to hide. i use my ability to keep scum like you who hunts others aimlessly, off the streets. in their graves. in hell itself. will i end up burning in hell for it? who knows. i just know i'm doing what others are either too weak, too fearful, or too blind to do. the things that really threaten the world, the things that could turn this entire world into one big clusterfuck of blood and torture, THEY, are my prey. anyone who protects them, is simply a hinderance to be eliminated. Now...the question is...where do you stand? with a Demon who worships a death god that demands that any who don't follow his faith be killed? or the side that intends to stop him from trying to fullfill his faith at the expense of possibly thousands of lives?" continued Drake, staring the Werewolf in the eyes, a serious, piercing gaze in them...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG