[ The clear distaste in his eyes is impossible to miss. ]
It's not magic. It's the Temple's way of messing with me.
[ Instead of providing him with the bloodtablets he needed the Temple sated his bloodlust with these things that had a mind of their own. Sometimes they stayed in his case like they should and sometimes by some misguided miracle they made their way off his person determine to spread their seeds outside the temple but for what he had no idea.
He moves forward to pick up the two that had fallen. Red stains his hand as he picks them up and concentrates on it until black smoke once more engulfs the fruit before being swept away by the wind leaving two pomegranate seeds behind. He takes the seeds, tips his head back and swallows them. It disappears into his mouth sating his bloodlust the same way the blood tablets curbed it, except it wasn't bloodtablets his Temple provided him with but pomegranates. ]
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It's not magic. It's the Temple's way of messing with me.
[ Instead of providing him with the bloodtablets he needed the Temple sated his bloodlust with these things that had a mind of their own. Sometimes they stayed in his case like they should and sometimes by some misguided miracle they made their way off his person determine to spread their seeds outside the temple but for what he had no idea.
He moves forward to pick up the two that had fallen. Red stains his hand as he picks them up and concentrates on it until black smoke once more engulfs the fruit before being swept away by the wind leaving two pomegranate seeds behind. He takes the seeds, tips his head back and swallows them. It disappears into his mouth sating his bloodlust the same way the blood tablets curbed it, except it wasn't bloodtablets his Temple provided him with but pomegranates. ]