I don't need God. // Alexandre

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

The serval ruled out that shit had hit the fan. And even so, the wounded woman was next in line to go tend to the prisoner Seven had so rightfully beaten into the ground. She wished she had been there to see it, but the serval had heard the curdling scream that Seven had let out, and it chilled her. It reminded her too much of a past she wanted to leave out. But some things stayed. The hooked tooth that was wrapped around a cord and tied around her neck jostled with each step as she entered the dungeon.

The basket of very bare and essential food items swayed gently as she continued, eye adjusting to the darkness as she walked. The other eye had been patched up, leaving her muzzle to remain torn and scarred. She didn't really mind -- her own stench of sickness overwhelmed the smell of blood any time of the day. The spoils of war.

"Food delivery." She chimed, halting at the metal rails that held back the prisoner. She dropped the basket, sitting down to wait for the Typhooner to approach.

[member=16449]ALEXANDRE[/member]

— Reggan

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

Red shuddered at Alexandre's appearance, horridly skinny. And, though she was silent, hearing their xer voice was a sort of shock. Memories came forth, and Red shook her head. "You look terrible, kid." She managed to chuckle, looking to the basket. A living diet. The humor in her eye faded. "Ah. One of them." She shrugged. No biggy. Pushing the basket away, finding her own appetite gone, she focused back on Alexandre.

"Tell me something interesting and I'll consider donating to your cause. It's been dull above ground despite all the tension." She sat down, fiddling with the tooth.

— Reggan

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

Red chuckled, holding a paw to her mouth for a second, almost tempted to touch the scarring. "It's a good look on you." She chided, lowering a paw and eying Alexandre like a hawk. Xer arrogance made her one eye narrow. "not to me." No vampire really mattered to her except him. And he was gone, in another place. None could ever compare. That, she knew. Not even she, who was demigodess by blood, compared to the perfection.

The fact, though, made her grin. Not a new fact, but it was nice to hear. "Sick and tired of people thinking that. I've lived with one for a few years, so..." She trailed off, then sighed. Scooting closer to the bars, she stuck her foreleg, scarred with carvings like vines, through them. "Go ahead. Take too much and I will cut you." She hummed, watching Alex, though her mind was somewhere distant.

— Reggan

Sweet dreams are made of this,
Who am I, to disagree?

She knew Alexandre wasn't dumb enough to refuse a meal. But xyr eagerness had shocked her, evident only in the sudden widening of her good eye. Still, she let xem eat xyr fill before pulling her paw back, eying the bite for a moment before planting her paw firmly on the ground. Red listened to xem as xe thanked her and went off for a moment about how xe had someone offer their blood for xem before. With a gentle nod, she lifted her paw and licked at the wound.

"Once or twice, really," She started, running a tongue over the scarred foreleg. "He never really wanted to take from me, but when things got dire, he didn't have much of a choice." She grinned, shaking her head. "Funny -- He was a bit of a pirate, too."

— Reggan