When Masks Shatter, We Find The Us We Lost ||@apparatusevolutionis||
Astarion was hunting when he saw the tower ignite. Seems someone new was arriving. When the crowd left he moved, originally to pass the tower and hunt, that is until the sharp scent of blood struck him. Of course the guardian just abandoned whoever it was.
He can feel Roberto grumbling with him as he slips from the dark of the garden, moving to the tower to meet the new figure.
Gangly. It's the first word to cross his mind. Almost like a changeling might be, limbs almost too long, too thin to be normal. There's a human tint to the scent of the blood, but there's so much.... Weight to it, something unnatural.
It makes him both salivate yet want to puke.
Silver. It's not red, the blood is silver. Even if he was curious, the colour disturbs him enough to not even try. Besides, he's meant to be a friendly face, right? Who knows what power this man might gain in time.
"Seems the Guardians thought you'd be fine alone." He approaches at last, adorned in fine silks, he looks anything but the threat he could be, smiling softly so his fangs wouldn't be obvious. "Here from another realm, I take it. Be warned, arriving here strips you of powers and weapons, so if you're used to rapid healing, don't be." He pulls from his bag a medical kit.
"Good thing I was in the area at least. Nightly strolls are good for the mind." He pauses only then, just out of arms reach. "You are allowed to say no to me helping you. Consent is a delicious thing to me. Astarion Ancunin, pleasure to meet you." At least the man would have some kind of greeting here.