Dance, Spider! Dance! [Open]

[Alanys Hyacinth]

Alanys was glad. She had a new creature to enlighten with true knowledge. She had a chance to make Viratas stronger.

Her wrist ached as she flexed her thin fingers, working the blood through them as she considered the best way to proceed.

"Blood and death have no relation. If blood was truly a part of death, I would be dead now. I spilled my own blood, remember? Life is blood, and blood is life. Death comes when blood is gone. Death belongs to Dira, and blood to Viratas." Her eyes gleamed the colour of freshly spilled blood. Surely, he could understand this. He saw the beauty of blood every day. He witnessed it whenever he tore out a throat. Blood was much more beautiful than any other thing in the world, and dance came afterwards. Everything else was just there to enjoy.

Her eyes slanted to also consider his Human, and she smirked slightly at his observation. "There are so many Humans crawling around that we find it beneficial to decrease their numbers as we increase our own. They make a wonderful sacrifice to our God as well. Humans are useful, albeit like rodents."

She was curious about that spark as well. Never before had Alanys encountered a real slave. Surrogates weren't slaves. They were much higher on the food chain. She wondered if this woman would demonstrate violence. That would justify her killing the Human and showing the Zith the beauty of blood when complimented by Death.

[Laute]

"To be intimate with life is to be close to death," he responded. It had been a while since he had an interesting conversation. A twitch of his lips revealed his pleasure. Carefully, he picked his words, mulling them over before speaking. "In order to die, I must know life. In order to live, I must accept death."

And to know blood, to know the dying heat of a body, is to know death. Blood is needed to live but it is through blood that one can kill. "It is through blood that I hunt," he finished.

If she didn't know this, then she didn't know death yet.

He listened intently, not particularly moved by her words. They were true enough, he had met many humans that were like that. Scurrying about, trying to protect only themselves. However, some humans were more interesting than she made out, in skills or character.

In the end, though, he didn't care enough one way or the other to continue that vein. Nodding, he considered Aditi, turning his head slightly to face her still figure. Slighting bowing her head, she bit her lip and said nothing.

She was wise enough to know the risk that would encumber her should she do anything now. His brother was at least sound enough to pick an intelligent human. When they were alone, would she do something with that spark of hers? He almost looked forward to it.

Turning back to the woman, he recalled something he heard before, of Symenestra and their offspring. Bluntly, he asked, "Is it true that the mother dies at birthing?"

[Elysium]

Laute

Experience
Observation +1
Socialization +2

Lore
Culture: Symenestra (Poor)
The Taste of Symenestra Blood
Drykas: Hearty Slaves
Inarta, Predisposed to Twins

Notes
This was a very interesting exchange. We were just getting to the good parts, too! Clearly, since your partner is retired, only you receive a grade. If you have any questions, feel free to send me a message!