Juanita
"If I didn't know better, I'd say you sound infatuated right now. If it's any solace for you, I do not choose to obtain no scars. I can't stop the healing anymore than you can't stop your hatred for the ones who wounded your soul. That's why I have a special dagger that allows me to utilize my blood." *She motioned to the dagger she used to slice her hand, knowing that his back was still turned to her. Even now the purple glow of faith magic was fading from her hand, the rot that infected the wound was nearly purified and her healing would once again mend the wound as whole.* "As for my scent, this is natural." *Imogen paused to think, her lips curving into a small smile as she drew up her own conclusion on what he said.* "Perfume? That's what you thought it was?" 

*Between fighting off her starvation, carrying on with the conversation, and walking to the second patch of herbs. The Lathian felt fatigued and her pace was dragging compared to the Canifor. Granted, it was mostly because of her hunger and the energy she put forth to keep herself composed while in his company.* "I had a lot more advantages over you than just the high ground. I wasn't born a Mutt for starters, that fact alone is why I have no need to make you kneel. You didn't have a choice at your birth, and that's something you'll have to carry with you forever."

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*Imogen let out a soft laugh, she had been busted after all. She thought she was doing a rather decent job at not drawing attention to herself but alas. The Vampiress raised her hands to about shoulder length as she scrunched her shoulders.* "You caught me." *Was all she said, downplaying her cravings as best she could. Though if he cared to look closer, her forehead wasn't the only place with small beads of sweat shining off her porcelain skin. From what little skin was exposed around the collar of her shirt and her neck also had traces of the looming bloodlust.* 

*Once he finished obtaining his herb and at his words, she turned around instantly. She already knew where the Canifor's horse was located. One of the perks of being connected with nature, an acute sense of things positioned around her. When it came to plants it was very precise, that was how she knew about the second location Nightshade. When it came to the Canifor himself however, she could only feel something stumbling around the forest. This time she led the way back to his mount, her back fully exposed to the Lathian hater without a shred of hesitation on her part. She felt more pity than fear for the Revenant.* "I feel like if I wasn't a vampire you would've acted on impulse by now. Isn't that right, Mutt?" *Until she obtained a name, it was the only thing she felt comfortable calling him as. That or "Beast", both seemed fitting regardless.*
Steven
"Don't flatter yourself, girl. I can spare no feeling but contempt for your kind once I've seen what they are capable of. Taunting me into acting upon it will only end poorly for you," The black beast scoffed, answering her with a grim look. "Perfume, pheromones, natural scent, call it what you will. I've only got bitter memories associated with it. If its intended purpose is to charm, it is not working- on me, at least. The closer you have to a tolerable scent is your vampiric blood, and that's as good as poison."

He holstered the foraging dagger within one of the barely visible crevices on his armour, its hilt melding into the malformed plates like it was a natural part of them. For all one could tell, his entire body was covered in such daggers. "I don't see how one's birth is relevant in a fight of life or death. Macen or Silnari or Beast, all bleed the same. Your gift will spare you from petty scars, but not from a mortal wound. You think a *Mutt* Would care of your *Noble birth* Before gutting you down? Cause if you, you are even more ignorant than I'd initially thought."

Leading the way back to his mount, a thoroughbred mare of black fur and an ashen-grey mane, Ashnard placed the gathered herbs on the back of the saddle and effortlessly hoisted himself up on the front. There was barely enough room on the saddle for two. "You keep on calling me *Mutt* As if that word is meant to insult me, as if 'noble birth' or whatever you would call it matters where I come from. Almost as if you are anything more than a bloodthirsty beast when it comes to your baser needs. A *Mutt* Can smell a lie, you now, and you *Reek* Of them," He mused sardonically before offering a paw to help the girl up the steed.
Juanita
"I did ask for your name, I could think of a name for you if that's something you're interested in." *She focused her attention back down to her hand as they tread through the forest back to his mount. She began unwrapping the bandage that covered the self-inflicted gash she made as a ritual. The only traces of a wound was a pool of dried blood upon her palm. The dirty bandage found its way into her pocket. She tapped her left index finger against her chin as she thought about a decent name for the Canifor, distracting herself for a moment on the craving she fell victim to.* "Raven or Shadow, which do you like better?" 

*The druid listened to his ranting, it wasn't the first time she found herself with someone with nothing but negative things to say about her. But in his case, she allowed it. A part of her wished to look after him, knowing that he would do something stupid. It didn't even sound like he had a plan or a goal to achieve, just a tall ball of hatred and resentment of something done long ago. If calling her ignorant made him feel better about himself, so be it.* "What do you care about then? Surely it's not just for poison leaves and blood..." *Her voice trailed off, by bringing up the topic she reflected upon herself. The things she cared about? She didn't know, she lived for days such as these ones. Not the random encounters or the walk in the forest. The days where she fed.* "Nevermind, it's not my business." *She said after coming up with nothing of her own desires.*

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*There was no way for the Revenant to know her thoughts, the secrets she desperately convinced herself otherwise. Thankfully for him, her insecurities took his words and entertained them on his behalf. Because she stopped before accepting his help onto the horse. Stopped because she felt like he was right. There was no normal life waiting for her, all the small things she did to make her feel accepted. Going to the market and looking at adorable clothing. Going so far to buy a beautiful purple dress that she had worn once. That evening ended in bloodshed and a ruined dress. She hated that she would need his help to get onto his horse. The mount was taller than she was. Struggling to get on by herself would just end in embarrassment. The druid's pale hand lifted from her side and grabbed onto the paw. She didn't know her hands were trembling from the words he spoke moments prior.* 

"Where are we going?" *She didn't really care about the destination, she had waited too long between her feedings to have a choice. She just wanted to know which location to not return to in the near future.*
Steven
"You can call me either once you grow tired of calling me mutt," He deadpanned with a dry scoff, "Or you can spare yourself more annoyed retorts by just calling me Ash. Maybe I will even turn to the call of that name like the dog you always wanted to have," The black beast quipped. His tail shifted lightly from one side to another, its bladed tip occasionally grazing the ground. 

The firm grip of his paw effortlessly lifted the gift of her feet and onto the saddle. His wiry— almost malnourished frame belied the beast's true strength, just as the harsh exterior and attitude belied the warm, velveteen softness of his padded palm. Parts of it were calloused as any warrior's from the time spent holding a blade, yet it hasn't lost the soothing texture of leather and fur. "And what if that *Was* The only thing I cared about? What business of yours would it be, then? My motives are not your concern, and vice-versa, your problems are not my own unless you make them so. The world will keep on turning regardless of whether I drink my poisons or you get the chance to feed tonight."

He seated Imogen right behind him on the saddle, his segmented tail carefully coiled around her. The rest of his breastplate soon dispersed, parts of it retracting within his body, others expunged into black smoke until his muscular back was entirely exposed to her. As expected, it was yet another tapestry of charcoal fur embellished in occult markings and long-dried scars, shapely bones and muscle visible underneath his thin pelt even in the limited light of the moon. "To a small homestead north of these woods. Not the best option to rest, but it should provide enough shelter, food... And cattle," He said pointedly, glancing at the girl over his shoulder. "Hold on tight if you want to make it there before daylight."