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He was starting to get used to being here. Sure, Raul had to be locked into the dungeon every moon, but that made simple sense. A werewolf couldn't be trusted among the living. They were mad as a dog and got into everything. Unlike vampires who were refinement themselves as long as they were properly fed... which Iren was.
It was the first time in a long time actually that he was being taken care of in this way.
No need to ration his meals, no need to watch himself. No, any servant was his to feed off of and they all knew it. Elide had been clear about it. It meant that Iren didn't accidentally kill anyone either. He was overstuffed with blood and it showed. His skin lacked the usual pale and dead quality. His eyes were no longer bloody red and hungry.
In fact, Iren looked alive.
He was marveling about that just as he rounded the corner and walked straight into one of his old colleagues slash travelling companions Iskra. There were so many heartbeats here, hers was just missed by him, but thankfully his reflexes still meant he didn't bump overly into her.
"Oh, it is you." Iren murmured absently as his eyes went to the shackles. "Still doing that, I see. Is there no smith that can solve that irritant for you?"
It was the first time in a long time actually that he was being taken care of in this way.
No need to ration his meals, no need to watch himself. No, any servant was his to feed off of and they all knew it. Elide had been clear about it. It meant that Iren didn't accidentally kill anyone either. He was overstuffed with blood and it showed. His skin lacked the usual pale and dead quality. His eyes were no longer bloody red and hungry.
In fact, Iren looked alive.
He was marveling about that just as he rounded the corner and walked straight into one of his old colleagues slash travelling companions Iskra. There were so many heartbeats here, hers was just missed by him, but thankfully his reflexes still meant he didn't bump overly into her.
"Oh, it is you." Iren murmured absently as his eyes went to the shackles. "Still doing that, I see. Is there no smith that can solve that irritant for you?"