Ravensblood Forest Drink my blood, Police Girl

White split the darkness as the stranger smiled, and Wulf couldn't help but to be reminded of a dæmon he once met. But who stood before him wasn't of the same ilk, no, for they'd be communicating only through flesh and sin if so.

The stranger asked for more, and Æthelwulf found he had none to give. It was a dangerous thing to look into man's depths, to pry below the surface, to search. All the sweetest secrets lay there, a honey turned sour by the dreadful things a man kept alongside them. He never wished to know more of someone than that of which they offered freely. Usually, they only gave harmless things. Harmless, shallow things, but the River Child never cared much for depth anymore.

His company was waiting.

"And what is someone like me?"

"Show me."

A challenge? A tease? He wasn't exactly sure what his words were meant to be, for his tongue acted on its own accord.

so sorry for such a short post aaaa