Sarcoma narrowed his already-narrow eyes at the comment of that Paragon. She was just overconfident, as well as ignorant. Size did not make strength, nor did species. Only if you truly knew your abilities, only if you truly knew how to use them effectively, would you attain your full capacity... But despite the blow to his ego, Sarcoma tried to uphold the grin. Paragon flesh; he had to wonder what that tasted like.
He held the grin and flickered his tongue towards Rhythm, and while his expression held entertainment, his tone was slowly starting to change; from amusement to annoyance. The tables were, apparently, turning. "An overconfident, and also ignorant lady, that we have here..." he muttered, his tail flicking behind him. While not as vain as Carcinoma, Sarcoma still hated it when somebody dared touch his ego. "Underestimating smaller species will be your downfall, Paragon," he hissed with a flicker of his tongue. He was keeping his cool for now.
But when the subject changed to Benjamin, Sarcoma's character did a complete 360-degree turn. The Slydra hissed loudly at Rhythm and lifted himself up using his tail, now easily towering the tables. "Dare to speak of my master like this again, and I will pierce your heart and feed on your flesh, bloody living food," he screeched, his tone feeling like venom getting spat out of those fangs of his, which were now in full view. "Ignorant does not even describe what you know. This world lives on clichés, clichés that downgrade our species to the lowest of pits." He hissed again, but whether his threats held any ground or not was debatable. He still had no idea if he could beat a Paragon, but Sarcoma was dedicated to Benjamin, and such an insult wouldn't be accepted.
Benjamin, unlike the Slydra, didn't seem so concerned about what Rhythm had claimed. Some vampires were like that, some weren't. He simply poked his steak with a fork, the thing seemingly untouched save for two small holes dug into the meat. Still not hungry — or desperate — enough to eat human food. "It is raining right now. Therefore, there is no sun. I have tolerance only to a few hours. Getting out during the night is a cliché. I've come to live under a human schedule to fit in more with the masses." No need to go through all the details, nor to go on and on about his personal life; but he would answer her points as they were before Sarcoma got the chance. Obviously the Slydra was too busy spitting out senseless threats to think intelligently. "I do not feed on humans, as my own rule. I only feed on animals, and human food when I have no other choice." He turned to look directly at Rhythm at this point, his turquoise eyes just screaming, 'I'm not human'. His fangs, however, couldn't be seen with his mouth closed, contrary to a few select vampires. "I do not care what you think of me, nor what you think of vampires. I share no bond with my kind, and I simply survive for the sake of living." His kind was lost; corrupt, evil, mean-spirited, cursed. Whatever you wanted to call it, really. No longer did Benjamin's family name hold any sort of prestige or power. All it meant now was that he was related to what used to be a strong family, which was of no purpose to him.
He held the grin and flickered his tongue towards Rhythm, and while his expression held entertainment, his tone was slowly starting to change; from amusement to annoyance. The tables were, apparently, turning. "An overconfident, and also ignorant lady, that we have here..." he muttered, his tail flicking behind him. While not as vain as Carcinoma, Sarcoma still hated it when somebody dared touch his ego. "Underestimating smaller species will be your downfall, Paragon," he hissed with a flicker of his tongue. He was keeping his cool for now.
But when the subject changed to Benjamin, Sarcoma's character did a complete 360-degree turn. The Slydra hissed loudly at Rhythm and lifted himself up using his tail, now easily towering the tables. "Dare to speak of my master like this again, and I will pierce your heart and feed on your flesh, bloody living food," he screeched, his tone feeling like venom getting spat out of those fangs of his, which were now in full view. "Ignorant does not even describe what you know. This world lives on clichés, clichés that downgrade our species to the lowest of pits." He hissed again, but whether his threats held any ground or not was debatable. He still had no idea if he could beat a Paragon, but Sarcoma was dedicated to Benjamin, and such an insult wouldn't be accepted.
Benjamin, unlike the Slydra, didn't seem so concerned about what Rhythm had claimed. Some vampires were like that, some weren't. He simply poked his steak with a fork, the thing seemingly untouched save for two small holes dug into the meat. Still not hungry — or desperate — enough to eat human food. "It is raining right now. Therefore, there is no sun. I have tolerance only to a few hours. Getting out during the night is a cliché. I've come to live under a human schedule to fit in more with the masses." No need to go through all the details, nor to go on and on about his personal life; but he would answer her points as they were before Sarcoma got the chance. Obviously the Slydra was too busy spitting out senseless threats to think intelligently. "I do not feed on humans, as my own rule. I only feed on animals, and human food when I have no other choice." He turned to look directly at Rhythm at this point, his turquoise eyes just screaming, 'I'm not human'. His fangs, however, couldn't be seen with his mouth closed, contrary to a few select vampires. "I do not care what you think of me, nor what you think of vampires. I share no bond with my kind, and I simply survive for the sake of living." His kind was lost; corrupt, evil, mean-spirited, cursed. Whatever you wanted to call it, really. No longer did Benjamin's family name hold any sort of prestige or power. All it meant now was that he was related to what used to be a strong family, which was of no purpose to him.
