[If it was a joke, it was one he appreciated as much as she did. Close to the full moon as it is, he could use the exercise; and then of course, while he very much enjoys a nice afternoon at a cafe, he's perfectly happy skulking through the woods with the full expectation of having to fight for at least limb if not life.]
[The question of whether he can fight is a weird one, though. Yes, with weapons, and also technically hand to hand, but his power is so different here. It's surprisingly hard to get used to being a vampire. Still, his senses are at their peak in the quiet of the forest, hearing focused on every rattle of leaves, information coming on every gust of wind. He's always moved quietly, but he moves more quietly, now.]
. . . Look. There's more of them.
[The trails of flowers — not exactly straight, sometimes meandering towards water sources or copses of trees, but never wider than a foot or two. They look like a path. It seems so improbable, though.]
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[The question of whether he can fight is a weird one, though. Yes, with weapons, and also technically hand to hand, but his power is so different here. It's surprisingly hard to get used to being a vampire. Still, his senses are at their peak in the quiet of the forest, hearing focused on every rattle of leaves, information coming on every gust of wind. He's always moved quietly, but he moves more quietly, now.]
. . . Look. There's more of them.
[The trails of flowers — not exactly straight, sometimes meandering towards water sources or copses of trees, but never wider than a foot or two. They look like a path. It seems so improbable, though.]
What are you thinking?