DAYS AND NIGHTS - open; bathing

[align=center][div style="text-align: justify; width: 55%; font-family: georgia; font-size: 11pt; letter-spacing: -1px; color: black"]"No...." Afraid wouldn't be the right world for it. No, he wasn't afraid of the substance that leaked out of warm bodies. The crimson that ran out of open wounds when the skin was split open. It wasn't the right word and yet he didn't choose to elaborate on it or why he had asked her the simple request. Not that it mattered really, he just wished for the blood to not be near him and that would solve the issue now than later on. His eyes watched as ripples spread out across the water from his gentle movements and he flicked a glowing claw against it before he glanced back up to the other that had taken up residency in the pond with him. There was a slight measure of confusion upon his face when she spoke about her blood being poisonous. Not because it was indeed poisonous but because she said it was pitiful that it was. What made it pitiful? Wasn't that a good thing that it was poisonous to stop people from biting? He narrowed his gaze as he thought before he shook the question from his head. He wouldn't bother asking about it at least not right now and he arched his back in a stretch, feeling water sliding down his spine before he flicked his tail through the water. "I've been here since I was a child. Long enough anyway, I understand my way around and my place here."