[He cuts himself off, turning around and gritting his teeth. Of course he's been gone for a while - he knew that being turned took time and a lot of energy. The thought of him being missing for so long had given him a small sense of dread, but also anger - never mind the fact that he knew Tarr was right. If he left now, he was guaranteed to succumb to his bloodlust and become the very thing that he hated, no turning back.
If his heart was still beating, it would be thundering in his chest, but the silence was almost worse.
He slowly turns back around to watch Tarr with a confused expression, only for him to let out a huff of air, idly running his tongue over the point of one of his fangs and scowling at it.]
Gee, thanks. Should I call you 'step-dad', then, considering I'm pretty sure you slaughtered my maker?
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[He cuts himself off, turning around and gritting his teeth. Of course he's been gone for a while - he knew that being turned took time and a lot of energy. The thought of him being missing for so long had given him a small sense of dread, but also anger - never mind the fact that he knew Tarr was right. If he left now, he was guaranteed to succumb to his bloodlust and become the very thing that he hated, no turning back.
If his heart was still beating, it would be thundering in his chest, but the silence was almost worse.
He slowly turns back around to watch Tarr with a confused expression, only for him to let out a huff of air, idly running his tongue over the point of one of his fangs and scowling at it.]
Gee, thanks. Should I call you 'step-dad', then, considering I'm pretty sure you slaughtered my maker?