Regret. Gangrel || Validar
"Apologies," he said, procuring his ceremonial blade from the confines of his robes, "I just run into so many people- Plegians included- who have no idea what a Blood Pact is." He then sliced his hand, scarlet ichor dribbling from the open gash. He hissed in reaction, then wiped off the blade and handed it to the Mad King.
"I would expect my people to be called uncultured." Gangrel scoffed slightly, a small laugh soon rolling in after it. "But I never thought they would be that uncultured." The male gladly took the other's blade. Staring at it nervously for a minute before slowly anchoring it in his finger. A slight yelp coming from the male. Once finished, Gangrel handed it back to it's original owner. "A pact is a pact."















