( @starbvund Violet to Cazador ) She smiled ever so nicely for him. Likely the most broken among them for she craved his attention instead of avoiding it. Tonight she brought him not one, but two marks. Twins. Sailors. "Master. They are for you. All for you, master."
These spawn …
The problem he faced was that his master had only trained him to be a servant, expected to be on his hands and knees, licking his feet and doing his dirty for him, for decades serving, but carefully watching him, learning from him and trying to gain as much as possible until he was no longer needed, which brings us to this moment in time, the title of vampire lord, he wears it well, he truly does enjoy it and all that comes with it as well, but it was a process he was still adjusting to.
“Look at them …”
As his hands rested behind his back for the moment as he stood, moved and appeared before all three of them and circled them, they smelled of sea and salt, of rum and smoke, of rot and decay as well, if he wished for mere table scraps, he would have sent a wolf into the slums to bring him back something to feast upon, not this trash, he had warned this one, about what came into the ports and what flutters around them.
“They are unwell …”
He could smell it, one of them was sick, the other was not, impossible to tell which was which to the naked eye, but he could tell with ease and it was quite clear he was not to pleased with them as he stood back and would shake his head, unfit to consume, unfit to turn, nothing other than trash brought before him and presented as a regal gift.
“How insulting, that you bring me trash and expect this to be worthy of me.”