Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20150415205542/@comment-25038310-20150727221827

A deceased Hunter lay on the saloon table that Sander had used as some sort of operating table. There were blood stains splattered across the floor and Sander's attire, giving whoever walked into the room the impression that he was some kind of murderer who liked experimenting with his victim's bodies. In a certain sense, that was true.

Hunter had the clothes torn from his upper body, although Sander had used his hood to cover Hunter's face. There was something about masking your own appearance that Sander could respect, even in death. Sure, Hunter had just worn a hood, although his face was hard to make out even from close range.

Sander did not touch Hunter's pants, however. After all, he wasn't really interested in whatever was under the belt of another man. He did not quite roll like that.

Hunter's ribcage was exposed, and various ribs had been removed from the vampire's chest and placed right beside the 'owner'. About six lay there, with seemingly only one purpose - a trophy.

At the moment, atleast, it was a trophy. Sander expected to use and harvest more of his fellow vampire's bones in order to fashion more of those bullets. The bullets had a certain talent - in severing and binding, that was.

Shooting down a mortal, daedra or lesser vampire with these kind of bullets, wherever on the body it may land, was like cutting a thread in half and using the two ends of it to tie it back together. At the place where they would be tied together in a knot, the thickness of the knot would irrevocably change the thread and the 'smoothness' of it. That was what the bullet did. Whatever was hit, the properties of the hit and the wound, as well as any magic circuits would reconnect improperly and render the limb permanently useless.

A strange and strong weapon.

''If only I'd used these six months ago..L.S wouldn't a' recovered easily.. ''He thought, which made him look at the saw cleaver he had. The weapon that he had used to replace the rapier he had fought that opponent with.

What are you doing, Lafayette?

Sander turned around, suddenly holding his revolver as he scoped out the room to look for the source of the voice. It had sounded as if it was right beside him.. and it was awfully familiar. The voice was raspy and dry, as if whoever had it smoked three packs of cigarettes everyday.

''Well? What are you doing, kin?''

Kin. Ofcourse. No mistakes or confusion now. Guetierre.

He lowered his revolver, as he focused back on Hunter's body as he involuntarily started replying to the questions that were asked.

I'm not 'kin", Guetierre. You'll die soon enough and I'll be the only one here with whatever my vampirism's got to offer me.

A few moments of silence. He glanced around him from the corner of his eyes, eagerly waiting for a response as he dropped the small dagger he brandished to cut off another part of Hunter's rib.

''Do you know why wolves hunt in packs, Lafayette? They're social. They rely on each other. They're a team. Normally, it's just them against the outside, scary world. We have people we prey on, other packs to fight against, and so on.''

Why was he telling him all this? What was the point of teaching him the behaviour of wolves? They're feral enemies, weak and he has little to no similarities with them. Whatever Guetierre was trying to say, it wasn't getting through.

''You're a stray wolf, Lafayette. You took up arms against us, siding with our prey. Damn mortals and a couple of daedra. A few stupid and useless little critters compared to us. Do you hear that, Lafayette? A wolf siding with critters against his own kin.''

''Did you think you were smart or strong that you killed Beaufort? Infiltrating her party and setting of the bomb? Killing Hunter? They were weak, and it was easy. They didn't understand you and your friends were too strong for them, as much as it 'hurts' me to say it.''

Sander gritted his teeth as this supposably patriarch of vampires shit on what he had accomplished not long ago. It aggrevated him. Intimidated him. He remained silent.

''Well, let me tell you something. You'll probably need to know before you keep this stupid and useless fight up. Might also help knowing in what you are standing in the way of.''

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(( how far are we from Daggerfall? ))