Thread: (Lunetta & Yenpointfive) Fangs & Claws

If any of her pack witnessed this, they would never let her live this down, and not in a good way. The hostility towards vampires was alarming, some not even knowing what the conflict was about yet they were born after the start of the way. The hate was taught into them, and they held onto it fast as if it were the solution to all the worlds problems. Part of it disgusted Vivienne, she tried to ask why they were still in conflict but never received a satisfactory answer. Most were curt and nonsensical. In her eyes, it all seemed pointless. Vivienne drew her eyes up to his face, the smile on his face at her wordless acceptance of his aid. She wondered why he was so bent on helping it, it was disarming to her, considering she was taught to loathe his kind. She couldn't help but tense a bit when he neared, her eyes never leaving him as she watched ever bit of his movement. The wounds were still open, bloodied despite her interrupted clean up. They were slash wounds across her shoulder and side. His warning discomforted her, so much so that she growled low when he smeared the blood across her open wounds, the sensation foreign and alien to her. It was in that instance, she wondered why he was helping her. In this form, she couldn't convey such a question, speech was only available when in her human form, and while he did help her, she didn't fully trust him. That was her most vulnerable state after all. So instead, she let him do what he offered, to heal her. It was amusing, she never associated vampiric abilities with healing. But they worked, her own blood flow staunched, the skin regenerated shut as if nothing had happened, and she was left in a state of wonder and awe. She was completely healed, she felt much better, like her old self. His request wasn't absurd to her, she knew enough about nightwalker's that they were called that for a reason they are weakened in the sun. After he so selflessly gave unto himself for her, the least she could do was return the favor. So, she stood up, giving her pelt a quick shimmy before she surveyed the forested area, ears pricked forward as she listened. She heard nothing, none of the group that had attacked her earlier, but now she had one of their kind for company, a strange sight she's sure of. With a soft grunt, she began to move, expecting him to follow her. Vivienne avoided heading towards her den, knowing of a rocky outcrop that had its own cave and would be safe for him, so long as it wasn't currently occupied. They will just have to wait and see. It took a few minutes to arrive, but once they did, she listened and sniffed closely, inspecting it only to find it was unoccupied, much to their luck. Vivienne gestured him inside the cave, which was quite deep, one could reach the back without being touched by light. This was one of her hidden caves that she enjoyed retiring in during those long patrol nights, rather than returning to the den, or if she simply wanted to be alone. There was a floor mattress in the back for him to utilize, and some of her own personal items such as clothes. She made a soft grunt, gesturing him towards it before she settled by the mouth of the burrow, laying down comfortably.