Oct 8, 2019
The immortal was sat in the bar, drink in hand, feeling distaste for the castle as of recent. He was still unpleased with the recent events that had taken place. So here he was brooding away. He did not care for those trying to gain his attention nor did he care how distant he had made himself. Nikolas wanted to rip heads. He wanted a war. He wanted to fish out every single last rebel he could find and tear their throats out. However he couldn’t. So instead he drank some bland human blood to keep himself from going off the rails. “You, boy, got fetch me another glass of human.” He called out not really caring who he was, but just wanting another drink.
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