[Thread] It's a pleasure
Characters:OU: Harth Fray, open to any and all, ninjaing in is welcome
Where: The Plaza, may go elsewhere
When: After Dark, early night
Summary:Harth wants to see new people.
Warnings: Possible Vampire bite depending on how worth it Harth considers it. Drinking packaged blood gets old fast.
Harth stood in front of the fountain, as promised in his blog, glancing into the water which, for him, cast no reflection. He stared into it for a moment, contemplating it before turning to the roads before him. He could smell them, all going about their lives, or what they could make for them self here in this place. Most of them were at the top of their game, healthy, strong, untainted by disease, drugs, alcohol. Many young, foolish, or on the other hand nihilistic beyond petty desires and wants. Harth wanted nothing of them, beyond their base purpose as a food source, as all animals are. Of course, not literally in the sense of, say, the business world, dog eat dog, stronger players destroy those who are in their way. It's a primal predatory instinct.
Harth was a preditor, and a cunning one at that.
He waited for a short time, offering himself for any interaction. There were so few of his kind, only himself and Angel, he believed. He wasn't a frequent reader of the posts on the communicator, unlike his dear former roommate. It was lonely at the top, as they said, but it didn't matter. These people were enough to get by on, as pitiful as they often were, that and spite his bias towards humans, he could respect those who held power, at least, until he had the chance to kill the.
Where: The Plaza, may go elsewhere
When: After Dark, early night
Summary:Harth wants to see new people.
Warnings: Possible Vampire bite depending on how worth it Harth considers it. Drinking packaged blood gets old fast.
Harth stood in front of the fountain, as promised in his blog, glancing into the water which, for him, cast no reflection. He stared into it for a moment, contemplating it before turning to the roads before him. He could smell them, all going about their lives, or what they could make for them self here in this place. Most of them were at the top of their game, healthy, strong, untainted by disease, drugs, alcohol. Many young, foolish, or on the other hand nihilistic beyond petty desires and wants. Harth wanted nothing of them, beyond their base purpose as a food source, as all animals are. Of course, not literally in the sense of, say, the business world, dog eat dog, stronger players destroy those who are in their way. It's a primal predatory instinct.
Harth was a preditor, and a cunning one at that.
He waited for a short time, offering himself for any interaction. There were so few of his kind, only himself and Angel, he believed. He wasn't a frequent reader of the posts on the communicator, unlike his dear former roommate. It was lonely at the top, as they said, but it didn't matter. These people were enough to get by on, as pitiful as they often were, that and spite his bias towards humans, he could respect those who held power, at least, until he had the chance to kill the.