Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-5292841-20130307012838/@comment-7771419-20130405164200

The innuendo was a bit much, but the altmer did have a charm, the kind only an elf who had lived a number of years could cultivate. of course naturally being a dunmer she was a bit distrustful. the flattery while succeeding in gathering her attention (and making her blush) as well as the particular offer... though something seemed wrong.

She smiled "Oh, how I hate when people can tell..." she said, her hands came to her face using the blush to accentuate only that she was embarassed of her blood starved appearence. and in truth, the things it did to ones nose were just terrible, making it look quite ghastly. "I only hope my visage is not too grotesque" she carried on loftily, the tinge of iron hit her nose, to her it smelled like a sweet bouqet, she felt the pumps start moving as the juices of venom and spittle that gave the Vampire its unique bite began to flood her mouth.

"So what, theoretically, would you want in return for a nice sip of altmer blood?" she asked, was this some sort of wierd test? Over a long time she had seen and smelled a lot of blood, and while it didn't drive her into a fit, she did find herself surprisingly single tracked on the thought of actually feeding. it would feel nice to have the suns rays not sap her strength quite so powerfully... it had not occured to her to ask why he had his own blood pre-vialed, and it did not occur to her that she should just laugh off being a vampire like she usually does when people find out, first joking about killing everyone and then assuring them that she has absolutely no need or desire to. she also had completely forgotten she was not the only Vampire in the group (and gods know if the offer was actually even made to her or to both). She'd never had someone just walk up and willingly offer their blood... and it wouldn't hurt to have a sip...