Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20170727174031/@comment-5583506-20170730175651

Preacher had at this point stopped trying to discipline Tanis. His attitude would more than likely cause friction when fighting in groups. Unless the boy could learn to work well with others and control his powers, then he could see nothing but misery ahead of that road, and a waste of potential.

He reckoned that he would have to speak with the Guildmaster about it.

Before Drac had a chance to leave, Preacher took a gentle hold of his arm as if to stop him. "I am not doing this to be mean to her", he said, spilling the blood out. "But I can't let her drain blood from people lest she knows how to control herself. As known with vampiric desires, once they start feeding... they can go into a frenzy and eventually drain their victims completely unless stopped. She needs to learn self-control before I would allow her to make use of her powers like that. Do you understand?"

"I am... fine", she replied softly. "Thanks for asking." The truth was that she was far from fine. She was hungry. Maybe she could eat something once they returned to the academy, but it would do her little. Sometimes it felt like the more she ate, the more she increased her thirst for blood. She could tell so herself. She couldn't even look Gabryel in the eyes when talking to him, her gaze was completely fixed on his neck. And she hated herself for that. She didn't want to think of anyone as her food, but her entire body was aching, craving her to drink. Just a few drops...