A deer, that’s what he brings back, its listless corpse tucked squarely beneath his arm, looking all the more proud for it.
Oh, it’s true, he’s still fragile under fire when the conditions are right— but he imagines Fenris’ perceptions have been colored by all the limitations he’d had in Thedas, rather than what a true vampire spawn is capable of.
He drops it— bloodless, of course— onto the ground, hands settling low across his hips. Bare-chested and free of all earlier rashing and flushed with intermingled blood, he fancies himself quite the vision. Whether that’s the reality is...debatable, but he’s got the confidence going for him at least.
“As promised. A meal returned— with my thanks.”
If he were kinder, he’d butcher it and cook it to Fenris’ no doubt tired tastes, but he’s done enough already, hasn’t he? This is certainly the height of generosity.
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Oh, it’s true, he’s still fragile under fire when the conditions are right— but he imagines Fenris’ perceptions have been colored by all the limitations he’d had in Thedas, rather than what a true vampire spawn is capable of.
He drops it— bloodless, of course— onto the ground, hands settling low across his hips. Bare-chested and free of all earlier rashing and flushed with intermingled blood, he fancies himself quite the vision. Whether that’s the reality is...debatable, but he’s got the confidence going for him at least.
“As promised. A meal returned— with my thanks.”
If he were kinder, he’d butcher it and cook it to Fenris’ no doubt tired tastes, but he’s done enough already, hasn’t he? This is certainly the height of generosity.