<a class="username" data-user-id="1140" data-username="@Lady Riften" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/1140/">@Lady Riften</a><br/><br/>Aarya showed no signs of fear as she stared up at the moon with a casual grace and poise, listening to the vampires dramatic hissy fit.<br/><br/>Faster than a vampires eyes could track she stood toe to toe with him, leaning forward as pale fingers brushed along his forehead and down to cup his left cheek, staring straight into his eyes with a steady calm as her own flashed from duel coloured to purple for a bare moment. "My poor dear child, whomever sired you should never have done so. May their flesh be flayed from their body, as a swords guts them from navel to nose whilst alive and their head be put on a spike for others to witness the justice served to those incompetent enough not to select and take care of their children properly," she murmured softly her fingers coming to rest under his chin, "so no, indeed no threat made unto you," she offered him a gentle yet sad smile. "Just fact."<br/><br/>She tilted her head as she stared at him her fingers leaving his chin to rest an index over his heart. "Oh but you do have a soul, I can see it," her eyes became a dark and bottomless purple, "which is why you are always in pain, so much so you have become numb to it, but it has broken your mind, giving you an itch you can never scratch inside your skull, one you try to fill with death, blood and destruction. For you see it is not me you should add to your list of victims, but yourself. As you have effectly killed yourself. It may not be by my hands, but the vampire hunters and the revenants that you have given power to will slowly torture and devour you one way or another sooner rather than later. I could spare you from such with a swift death, or I could be your saviour. But living can also be just as cruel as death. It is entirely up to you dear boy," taking a step away from him.<br/><br/>"But should you persist and leave a trail of human and creature bodies alike in your wake, calling attention to yourself and vampires in general, then you will swiftly find out why I was called the White Wraith in my time," she told him sweetly revealing her own fangs as power made the small space around them suddenly dense like gravity being turned up to twice its strength. Being a thousand year old pure blood had its perks that was for sure. Just as fast she reigned in her power. "In the meantime, whilst you are thinking over what I said, why not go eat some food, human food, it should help boost your blood trust me seeing as you are going to be feeding me your blood for the duration of my stay. You won't get sick,  I can see your sire taught you little to nothing," she sighed softly, turning on her heel and taking a few steps away from him. "In the meantime, try and exercise restraint with a pinch of caution," she told him, an amber eye glancing at him over her shoulder. "I shall be watching you." Her eyes flashed purple once in warning.