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    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]After the scenario of Vince feeding upon the blood of the prey but never necessarily making any move to eat it, Flowerpaw found herself wondering about the nature of vampires. Further from their absorption of blood, she'd heard rumors that were proven incorrect by her observations, and only at that moment did she realize that if Vince was a vampire, what other member in their clan were impacted with the same mutation? If that was what it qualified as. Not only this, but it dawned upon her that she had little knowledge of the creatures. Creatures, yes?


    Gently leaning against the building, feeling winter nibbling her nose and toe tips, she peacefully pondered the mutation of vampirism.

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    well, ghost had to admit he was starving. he craved blood, like this "vince" would, but he didn't want to freak anyone out or bite them. especially since he couldn't tell the difference between a cat and a rabbit. his stomach growled so loudly he was sure everyone could hear it. he hadn't drank since he left home, and that was a while ago. he probably looked thin.


    gotta find something. he thought, not wanting to worry anyone. but as soon as he took no more than twenty steps, his face collided with a furry surface. heat vision flickering on, he realized he'd just crashed into someone's flank. face heating with embarrassment, he stammered, "i'm sorry, miss!"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]This bumped her back into reality, and pastel olive oculars blinked with shock when her haunch was crashed into by a cranium. Instincts kicking in, she rose swiftly to her paws, stumbling a few steps. Just as her body turned, though, her eyes met the form of Ghost her tense state began to die with relief being born. The face and words had registered at this point, and she slipped gently over to her previous spot, relaxing. "It's quite alright, Ghost." Flowerpaw found herself assuring in a breath with recognition. Finding her thoughts returning to her, she cleared her throat, inquiring politely, "Um.. Where are you headed, dear?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-family: times new roman; text-align :justify]"i was, er...g-going to look at trees." man, he was such a terrible liar. look at trees? what the hell, river? his ears flattened against his cranium. ghost shifted on his paws, hearing his stomach growl again. ow... "a-and..um...what about you?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]"I'm well," She'd reply, voice almost sounding like a sigh without the breath, yet.. Clear. Strange, but definitely telling that she was unconvinced. It wasn't just him lacking skill in the 'art' of lying, but also the protest of his stomach rumbling and grumbling softly through her ears. "Would you like to go for a meal?" What was the problem? He could've just stated he was hungry if so, Flowerpaw wasn't sure why he insisted on hiding it. She could talk to him while they ate, perhaps, if he accepted.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-family: times new roman; text-align :justify]"i...erm..." ghost didn't want to seem rude. "um...sure." he nodded, offering her a sheepish smile. maybe he could fake eating. he wasn't sure how she'd react if she caught him spitting out food and swallowing the blood, though, so ghost assumed he'd have to be careful.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]Slipping shortly away, the apprentice returned with a couple of freshly carried in freshkill-- one meadow vole and an arctic rabbit, both of which plump. Seeing as it was larger, she placed the rabbit audibly at his paws before toying a bit with the vole in her paws. She was straightforward enough, thus inquired gently, "So, is anything -- or, you know, anyone -- bothering you?"

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-family: times new roman; text-align :justify]"uh...n-no, i'm just, uh..." he took a bite of the rabbit, smiling at her. chewing and swallowing, he grimaced for a second, then returned to looking nervous and trying to be cheery. he could already feel his digestive system having a fit about the meat. "hey, uh, th-this is good." he tried changing the subject. it tasted okay in his mouth,, but it wouldn't do well since he couldn't exactly process it. he'd puke later and it wouldn't be pretty.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]She cast him a nervous glance, though aware he couldn't see it. He was obviously uncomfortable with something, and she didn't know what, which made her uncomfortable in turn. Saying little, she took a bite and silently chewed, swallowing. After a moment, when he'd last spoken, Flowerpaw responded. "Yes, I'd agree," Tone friendly as usual. But then, in the same manner, she went on the say, "I don't want to be pushy or anything, so if something is happening that you're not comfortable with talking about, then it's fine." Ah, there, since she didn't wish to appear rude.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; bordercolor=transparent; font-family: times new roman; text-align :justify]"well, uh...see...i can't necessarily...eat meat..." he curled his tail around his paws, looking uncertain. "or...digest it..." ghost shifted in his spot. he wasn't looking forward to hear how she'd react.

    [align=center][fancypost bgcolor=; bordercolor=transparent; width: 420px; text-align: justify][size=8]This was the trigger of a set of blinks, but she knew it wasn't that he was a vegetarian. As far as she knew, vegetarians threw up on the spot if they ate meat, and from the rest of the day suffered stomach cramps. Knowledge from encountering a very interesting loner, strange, but a vegan nonetheless. There was another explanation for his abstaining from meat, a conclusion she almost felt herself wanting to directly jump to and shout horray for the coincidence of her thoughts and his mutation. But Flow knew she couldn't quite do that, therefore gave a curious, 'hmm'.


    If anyone couldn't tell by now, as you didn't exactly have to read her palm, Flow was a direct gal. She was straightforward, allowing herself to speak her mind, although she still had restraint and thought through what she says. This was being explained for what she said after his words, although her tone was gentle and held a sort of respect that was encouraging for an answer and knowing that she wasn't going to judge anyone or anything by whatever the response may be. "You aren't a vegetarian, are you? Not to offend if so, but my first thought was a vampire."