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@hwan-seu
"Then I'm not makin' a report," Kaden said. "I'll leave the news for you to deliver to the castle that you got 'em and followed orders."
"Good," Hwan snapped. "What will you do now?" He was almost done with his meal and would need to clean up before returning to the castle.
Kaden turned back to Hwan with a slightly raised brow. He paused a beat before speaking. "Depends. Were you given permission to eat him or would that get you in trouble with the castle?"
Hwan paused for a moment, swallowing the meat in his mouth. "I have permission. They said that if I found the prey, I could do as I wanted with it." Of course, what a wendigo wanted was always to have more to eat. All he ever wanted was more meat.
"Ehhh, no, I'm good," Kaden replied, grimacing at the mess of gore the body had become. He turned his head away to not look at it, despite the challenge. "I'll let you take care of that. Castle called the station seein' if I could catch him down this way. Looks like you were faster." And no, he had no intention of pulling Hwan's prize away from him. He liked having hands.
Good. Hwan was never one to share anything he had caught.
Turning back to his meal, he continued to eat. "I am always faster." As long as no one wanted his prey back alive. If they wanted something to live, they shouldn't call a wendigo to hunt it.
After a few moments, he turned to Kaden again. "What will you say in your report?" He was only guessing that the other would have to tell someone what had happened here.
"Gotcha," Kaden said. Already he was far calmer than moments earlier at the start of this interaction. He glanced to the mangled body Hwan was dragging back to himself. He wasn't going to stop the wendigo from having a meal, especially not if he had permission from the castle and he was taking that phrasing as such. "That the escaped slave, I reckon?"
The wending nodded once before taking another bite of his prey. "What do you want?" Truthfully, he had forgotten what his mission was. As soon as he had heard he was allowed to hunt, he had stopped listening to anything else. "Did you want to bring him back?" Such things were valuable and, honestly, Hwan had been shocked when the castle had said he could eat him.
Though the office had only been occupied for a short while he had made it more of his own. Some would think it dark, yet the ghoul found pleasure in the knickknacks he had strewn around. Trophies he'd collected over his long life before and after his ascension into vampirehood. He was fidgeting with some items on his desk when there was someone at the door, a knock before the large wooden door swung open. He shifted so he was sitting just off the edge, his desk ornate and large to accomodate his stature while holding up. "Ah, my first visitor." He cheerfully said, waiting for his guest to come from around the door.
@krovscastlestarters
First visitor? Hwan sighed. That meant this could take a while, didn't it? People got sentimental about that stuff. "I thought, as staff, it was important that I come visit," he stated, voice barely above a bored monotone. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
Since being moved into the dormitory, Zane tried to keep to himself. He was used to being able to shift into his fox form whenever he felt anxious like this, and get small enough to keep himself hidden. Here, everything felt very exposed in a way that he wasn't used to. Zane was used to being the one behind the camera, the watcher instead of being watched.
He found a book that looked interesting from one of the shelves and took a seat in the corner of the common room. It was hard to concentrate on the words but Zane did his best. That is until he felt someone walk up towards him. Chancing a glance upwards, the shapeshifter blinked at the man who approached. "Um can I help you?"
@krovscastlestarters
Hwan stretched as he made his way through the halls toward the common room. His shift had just started and he was already looking forward to it ending.
Raising a brow, he regarded the other with slight annoyance. "You can be helpful by being quiet and not causing problems. Do you think you can do that?"
"I think that's a stupid idea." It was said as though it was such an obvious thing to know. The spell on him made it impossible to keep whatever thought he had stay in his head. He knew it was only a matter of time before it landed him somewhere he didn't want to be. "You really shouldn't have wasted your energy asking me that, you know?" He frowns, if he had a way to keep his mouth shut he would have. He was a perpetual talker even before he was cursed with funky magic, this just made it all the worse for him. He ran a hand through his hair as an attempt to try to keep himself from talking further.
@krovscastlestarters
Hwan shrugged. His ideas had been called far worse. "How else can I be certain you don't want to be eaten?" he asked, sarcasm dripping from his words. "Do you have any better ideas about what I should do for dinner?"
On the few interactions Gideon had with Hwan, he had to admit, the other had precisely the laid back, nonchalant vibe that would suit well in poker. Hard to read, no emotion flittering while the others watched and merely folded. Gideon grinned at the guard, throwing more chips in. "Call."
Hwan nodded and showed his cards: two pair. It wasn't his best hand, but he wasn't really here to win. What he wanted was to pretend to be social for a little while. This was enough. "What do you have?" he asked.
Gideon was on a fairly good streak, though gambling was not one of the hobbies he usually took up, Poker required a steady hand and a straight face. Something Gideon could do for days on end if lost in thought, so poker wasn't so terribly hard and others were so often easy to read. A furrow of the brow, a biting of the lips. The smaller micromovements of the face giving weigh to the turmoil of decision underneath. But Gideon, with a straight flush in his hand, merely gave a small grin. "Your turn."
@krovscastlestarters
Hwan wasn't generally interested in gambling. However, the table had needed another person and he had been available. Staring at his cards, the completely stoic wendigo moved two chips forward. "I raise."
Kaden stayed where he was, gun still raised even as the creature ran. He knew a wendigo when he saw one and now that he knew what –– and who –– he'd just shot at, he hesitated then lowered his weapon. It stayed in his hands, however, just in case. "What in tarnation are you doin' out here, Seu?" he called. Eating, obviously. "Where'd you get that body?" More like he was asking if Hwan had permission to eat this poor guy.
Hwan growled, pulling his food closer. There was absolutely no way he was going to allow his latest meal to be taken from him. "Hunting," he snarled back. "I tracked it. I found it. I can eat it." He was too hungry and too focused on getting back to his food to speak much more than that. Normally, he was far more articulate, but right now, all he wanted to do was eat in peace.
Kaden was out on the forest edge tracking down the same escaped slave. The castle had called him in case said slave was closer to town at this point than the castle but did it really matter by the time he stumbled onto the scene. He heard movement nearby and followed it, his boots crunching in the snow-covered ground and negating any level of stealth he might have. A chill ran up his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck rose for a threat he wasn't yet aware of so the kresnik reached for his gun just in case...
What he found wasn't the worst thing he'd ever seen in his life yet that didn't stop his pulse from racing or eyes widening. "Son of a biscuit," he yelled and immediately shot at Hwan at least twice with the ordinary bullets currently loaded into his gun.
Hwan roared back, scrambling away from his meal as the harsh sound hit his ears. Grabbing at his meat, he dragged it with him as he moved behind a thick tree. While he knew he would heal quickly, he had no interest in the pain.
"Go away!" he snarled. "This is mine!" Why was he being attacked?!
"How much longer you on break for?" Manny asked. "Last batch of slaves are ready to go out and we could use some help watching 'em all down in town. Shit's pretty spread out if you want your choice of Cannabites or Euphoria."
"About ten minutes," Hwan replied with a shrug. "Fine. I can cut this short." Going into town would, at least, be interesting. He would have something to do for a while. "Where do you need me more?" It didn't matter to him where he went.
"Isn't the sweater enough?" Manny raised a brow at Hwan. He knew he'd find the wendigo somewhere quiet away from the rest of the festivities. "Think you can't say shit when you're not even dressed in something holiday-like. Parties are happening, Reyes took off, you helping bring the slaves down to town?"
"Depends on who you ask." Hwan didn't consider himself the festive type. All he wanted was people to either be quiet or to be food. Generally, he had a lot more success with the former rather than the latter. "I was," he replied. "I'm on break." This way, he could have some time to himself before having to deal with people again.
Hwan hated the holidays. However, it wasn't just this one. He despised having to be social and the holidays made everyone more demanding. Sitting in the castle library, he pulled a new book closer. When he heard the door open, he turned. "No festive hat?"
@mannythejaguar
Finally! Hwan had been excited about this for weeks! An escaped slave needed to be tracked down and Hwan had been given permission to finish them off if necessary.
The wendigo would make sure it was necessary. He wanted meat.
Regardless of anything else, he would have his first real meal in a very long time.
Rushing through the woods, Hwan chased his prey and pounced the moment he could. He began to tear into the escapee's body, howling in triumph.
Suddenly, he heard a noise behind him and turned, growling. This was his prey! "Mine!"
@kresnikxkaden
"Not sure about getting used to it." He said, he had a hard time visualizing ever getting used to the way the undercroft was. He felt that was sad for those that did get used to it. "Um, I don't know, there are some I don't like less, I guess. Those that have been nice enough to me."
"If you don't, you'll just make yourself suffer." Hwan shrugged. Ultimately, it was up to each person what they did. However, he thought it best to get used to things. "I got used to my hunger." Was that encouraging? He wasn't sure. "Keep close to the nice ones."
"No capture, some would say I was a pet but I felt more like his canvas than anything else." His eyes drift down to his hands which were decorated in ink, too. There was very little of his skin that didn't have some sort of design or scar. "I think it all smells." He said, the undercroft had a smell he couldn't get used to yet.
Canvas? Weird. Whatever. His eyes moved to the other's hands, noting the ink. He almost chuckled at the answer. "Valid." The Undercroft was awful. That much was true. "You'll get used to it." He had. "Anyone you like?" Being social was hard...
