( he has no need of motion, or breathing, or blinking. he can affect the mannerisms of a human if he is concentrating on appearing to be one of them, but it has been millennia since he troubled himself to. he enjoyed being set above them. stronger, faster, immortal.
he lived moment to moment. kill to kill. and each one a revelry. blood was a second skin to him. he bathed in it. gloried in it. he did not kill for hunger, he killed for sport. endless corpses, a yawning battlefield of bones. tens of thousands of lives given for want of his humanity.
his eyes unfocus slightly. refocus on the man before him. )
no subject
he lived moment to moment. kill to kill. and each one a revelry. blood was a second skin to him. he bathed in it. gloried in it. he did not kill for hunger, he killed for sport. endless corpses, a yawning battlefield of bones. tens of thousands of lives given for want of his humanity.
his eyes unfocus slightly. refocus on the man before him. )
Your death would have served no purpose to me.