5. FEAST

[hismasterpiece]

[Voice]

Hallo, pretty New Feathers! I am hosting a feast. A feast by the lake to the West.

[Not the southern lake -- she needs to keep certain peoples' attention away from the lonely house she inhabits there.]

You are all invited! I have prepared something for you. It tastes of mint and chicory and iron! Yarrow and tansy! It will make you stronger.


Come.

[/Voice]

[Action]

Drusilla will be stalking about the woods as usual, eager to assist anyone who HASN'T heeded her invitation.

There is a cage waiting there, hidden under the trees. It is large enough to house a full-grown adult human.

It tastes of mint and iron.

[/Action]

Comments

[Action]

[namesthestars]

[They've had this conversation before; she knew this would be his answer. It doesn't mean she won't keep trying.

Dru steps back, away from him, wiping his blood from the corner of her mouth and licking her fingers clean.]

You surpass, my lord. You surpass many here.

[Action]

[mountain_sage]

Surpass? How...?

[He doesn't see himself as anything special compared to the other people here. In fact, he's quite certain that there are people who are far more powerful than himself.]

[Action]

[hismasterpiece]

In your innocence. Your beautiful innocence and goodness.

[Action]

[mountain_sage]

So...you like innocent people? Or is it just me?

[Action]

[bloodwaif]

It is not just you, Saleh, though you are....tasty. I crave innocence. It is the innocent blood that tastes sweetest. It is the screams of the innocent that sound the most melodious.