Sleipnir
The Eight-Legged Norse Horse
Piper grinned as Liliana floored the boy. She was sure that technically she was supposed to discourage this sort of behavior, but she wasn't really and agent and thus not Piper's problem. And it wasn't as though Greyston would have done any differently.
She hesitated then. She moved past to go back to his room, concern once again coming over her.
Bael had since stormed off and paused near Greyston's room. He could see the vampire was inside, clearly not in good shape, and Bael tilted his head back. He meandered in, intending to try and wake him up before he moved to kill him... After all, how could it be any different than simply stabbing a corpse if he wasn't awake?
Bael pulled one of the chairs up next to Greyston's cot, then sat back. He was fairly certain he couldn't wake the vampire up. He could wait, though — and he had time. Bael had always had time.
She hesitated then. She moved past to go back to his room, concern once again coming over her.
Bael had since stormed off and paused near Greyston's room. He could see the vampire was inside, clearly not in good shape, and Bael tilted his head back. He meandered in, intending to try and wake him up before he moved to kill him... After all, how could it be any different than simply stabbing a corpse if he wasn't awake?
Bael pulled one of the chairs up next to Greyston's cot, then sat back. He was fairly certain he couldn't wake the vampire up. He could wait, though — and he had time. Bael had always had time.