ʀᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ / ᴀᴅᴀᴄʜɪ ᴛᴏʜʀᴜ / @truthevade
Yunji is a patient creature ------ one had to be, if they expected to live long. While she waits, she makes preparations: ensures the captive man cannot escape his bonds, sends her crows to scout the area surrounding her home, then settles on the couch and watches him. Tied to a chair, still unconscious ------ blood drying at his temples where she’d knocked him out.
(Hmm. Hopefully that won’t have damaged him too badly, now that she thinks about it. It would make him rather useless to her needs if it had, and then she’ll have to dispose of him anyway.)
What manner of creature is he? The beast stirs within him, but it’s not the same beast that slumbers within her ------ a hunger that is altogether familiar and yet so unsettling. Kindred, at least, have lost some of their humanity. This one seems to be lacking it in spite of still very much being human. Mortals never cease to amaze her in how frightening they can be, deep down.
He begins to stir and her head lifts. She is still as a statue, dark eyes focused on the other ------ she does not feign drawing breath, does not pretend to be alive. Either he will walk out of this conversation having learned of frightening new world, or he will leave in a body bag. It really all depends on how cooperative he feels and how generous she feels.
“You’re quite the nuisance, little sparrow.”