Nicair Claden
The Iron Heart
"Couldn't tell you." Nicair had decided to drop his little act, or at least the swagger he had put into his voice. With this sudden talk of bite marks he figured a little monotone and curt voice could be handled with ease.
His statement wasn't a complete lie. There had started to develop on the bodies something that seemed to resemble teeth marks along the inner thigh of the previous human to be killed. They lacked all confidence, however, and barely broke the skin barrier. It was an experiment of a most... feral nature. Nicair hadn't had time to really look to see if it continued on this one. He avoided calling the victim by name, no reason to anymore, she was dead after all.
"Don't misinterpret this," he said as he removed his right glove to feel the general area of the dark pants that would have been near the approximate bite location if they hadn't been lowered to examine her hip. It was wet and sticky. He turned the waist of the body so that she wasn't as splayed out and began lowering the pants so as to get a better view of the area. Her modesty didn't really matter to him but just in case others still cared. Sure enough in about the middle of her inner thigh there rested a deeper bite, no flesh had been taken but something had certainly... latched on. Like an animal. Nicair look at the newcomer, his T-vizor somehow passing an almost childish sense of curiosity.
"Your bite."
[member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] | [member="Nathaniel Trumont"] | [member="GW-01"] | [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]
His statement wasn't a complete lie. There had started to develop on the bodies something that seemed to resemble teeth marks along the inner thigh of the previous human to be killed. They lacked all confidence, however, and barely broke the skin barrier. It was an experiment of a most... feral nature. Nicair hadn't had time to really look to see if it continued on this one. He avoided calling the victim by name, no reason to anymore, she was dead after all.
"Don't misinterpret this," he said as he removed his right glove to feel the general area of the dark pants that would have been near the approximate bite location if they hadn't been lowered to examine her hip. It was wet and sticky. He turned the waist of the body so that she wasn't as splayed out and began lowering the pants so as to get a better view of the area. Her modesty didn't really matter to him but just in case others still cared. Sure enough in about the middle of her inner thigh there rested a deeper bite, no flesh had been taken but something had certainly... latched on. Like an animal. Nicair look at the newcomer, his T-vizor somehow passing an almost childish sense of curiosity.
"Your bite."
[member="Count Marlow Venjuta"] | [member="Nathaniel Trumont"] | [member="GW-01"] | [member="Seraya Whisperwind"]