Sunbeam Lair You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me

Da. He grinned. He thought so at least. To be considered something more than mortal was an honor rather than a curse. He quite liked his lifestyle, though, upon conversing with this woman, he was considering the downfalls of being a wolf-eater. Unless he found others of his kind, he would not be able to have children. Well, he could, and he might, but they would never be his. He has no community. No family. As far as he knew, the Meloniis would always shun him — it was not unlikely that the story would be passed through the generations, though whether his name would be remembered was. Those who had saw him would not forget, though.

Un strigoi. He said, honest behind what he believed — hoped? — was a veil of playfulness. Spune-le că ai luptat cu monstrul care venise să-i mănânce. He grinned mischeviously then. He wouldn't eat children — at least not her children.