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[daxned]

Dam-bi stills, her body tenses, and her eyes raises to meet the stranger who dared grab her. She's not offended and she's calm as ever, but there is a thread---a warning in the air surrounding them.

"If I were you, I'd let go before something decides to rip you to shreds."

There are 5 eyes glowing in the dark, shadowed behind roots and trees around it. Glowing amber, dimly yellow, and glowing white ones seem to be piercing with into the stranger and it's followed by a low growl.

"I seem to be much younger than you, but even I that this isn't the right way to ask. Unhand me."

the chasseurs were trained to kill, not judge. rampaging vampires were too dangerous to interact with other than in battle, and that meant to kill with no hesitation, no discrimination. astolfo knows that he excelled at this, knows that the church appreciated his swiftness.

   that's part of why he doesn't mince his words as he grabs her wrist, looking it over. she's a child, but what does it matter?

   (so is he. so was that vampire.)

   ' you stink. '

   it's a simple statement, insulting as it is. not quite vampire, but different. not quite human enough for him to step in. he's still holding her wrist as he keeps speaking. ' what are you? '

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