[The expression tells Adrian what he must know about this man, how allured he is to the prospect of bloodlust. At that part, they are hardly different; there will always be that part of Adrian who would gladly bathe in the bodies of his foes.
His claws extend and he tilts his head.]
I am with you.
[It is hardly surprising that thieves would be eager to find ways to make coin off of the sufferings of others. This is no different as they prowl and loot off of a place that is very likely beloved to Dimitri.
Adrian has no home to truly return to, but he thinks that if he had he would relate to that prospect.
He skulks around the walls, his nails digging into brick as if it were nothing. When one thief strays too close, Adrian yanks him up onto the wall with him and tears out his throat promptly. The bandit tries to scream, only able to gurgle on his own blood before drowning in it. The flesh matters not to Adrian as he indulges in burying his face into the wound and drinking heavily.]
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His claws extend and he tilts his head.]
I am with you.
[It is hardly surprising that thieves would be eager to find ways to make coin off of the sufferings of others. This is no different as they prowl and loot off of a place that is very likely beloved to Dimitri.
Adrian has no home to truly return to, but he thinks that if he had he would relate to that prospect.
He skulks around the walls, his nails digging into brick as if it were nothing. When one thief strays too close, Adrian yanks him up onto the wall with him and tears out his throat promptly. The bandit tries to scream, only able to gurgle on his own blood before drowning in it. The flesh matters not to Adrian as he indulges in burying his face into the wound and drinking heavily.]