[center][h2][color=0076a3]Alder Reynolds.[/color][/h2]

[hider=Interactions.][@Obscene Symphony] & [@Lord Destro][/hider][/center]

"[color=0076a3]This may sound sort of brash but I find that Pure Bloods are commonly terrible.[/color]" how strange it was that this man could keep his tone so bright and friendly while insulting his own kin, he sounded almost [i]amused.[/i] "[color=0076a3]I don't doubt that they would try to kill you, not that you deserve it but just that they're all pretty [i]terrible.[/i] My sister's husband was what I would like to refer to as a brute, I mean, hell, he [i]killed me.[/i][/color]"

The elf [i]did[/i] speak like someone who wasn't very used to talking, his tone unsure and his words were halting. He had a nature about him that was almost awkward, his apologies were unnecessary and Alder had started to shake his head as he said them. He wouldn't hold a grudge against the elf for not knowing that he had an issue with Pure Bloods, it wasn't [i]his[/i] fault. As well as this vampire could hold a grudge, he wasn't going to hold one against the kind elf. He was just about to say that when the elf introduced himself as Leofrick. It was a name that Alder had never heard before, as strange and as interesting as the elf himself. Leofrick Entoris. 

"[color=0076a3]Leofrick Entoris,[/color]" he tested the name on his tongue, gauging if he could properly pronounce it before introducing himself with flourish. "[color=0076a3]I'm Alder Reynolds.[/color]"

"[color=0076a3]Don't worry about offending me, I'm in the wrong. I have my own problems with Pure Bloods. I suppose it's easy to guess why.[/color]" he said this with an offhanded little laugh, the sound was smooth and rich, pleasant on the ear. "[color=0076a3]I like your name, Mister Entoris. I've not ever heard of your tribe but that doesn't stop me from my condolences for their fallen state.[/color]"

Finally, Sierra spoke up, her voice was a welcome sound and Alder was starting to really like it. She had seemed confused as he and Leofrick shot off about Pure Bloods and he couldn't begin to understand why. Hadn't [i]every[/i]one met one of those abominable creatures before? Turning his gaze curiously to the dark haired wolf, his eyebrows peaked towards his hairline. "[color=0076a3]Oh my, I'm sorry, I'm being rude.[/color]" 

Was there embarrassment in his eyes for a moment? Had it really been so long since he'd explained what he was to someone? He'd thought she must have recognized his scent immediately, that his cursed existence must have been plastered all over him for the onlookers on Luce Prima. Sierra kept surprising him. She was young, of course, not much older than he had been at the time of his death but young by the relative meaning. He estimated that she was probably in her early twenties, maybe younger. Did packs not teach their brood about the other Dusk Children? Maybe, she just hadn't had an unfortunate meeting with his kind yet? To her, he must have just had the smell of a well preserved, very dead, human. He had been [i]so sure[/i] that everyone knew him upon sight or smell or aura, whatever it was that the rest of these Dusk Children used to identify fellow creatures. 

Leofrick had identified him immediately, had even had the gall to ask him [i]what kind[/i] of cursed vampire that he was. Sometimes he forgot that he was a corpse, that he smelled like a corpse and that he looked like a corpse. It was easy to forget being dead when he didn't feel dead in the slightest, it was easy to balance that fine line between humanity and walking corpse when he didn't think about it. The need to drink blood was a small price to pay to be one of the living dead, he had gotten so used to that by now that it was just another part of his life. It was basically like reading or writing, just another thing that he'd gotten good at over the years. He could pinpoint the major arteries throughout the human body on memory alone and he knew which veins could be tapped without major damage to his victims. He was a very experienced vampire, he was [i]not[/i] prone to remembering that he he was a very experienced vampire. 

The hundred year old corpse surfaced from his thoughts, remembering that he was supposed to be explaining and not just thinking about it. "[color=0076a3]Sometimes I forget that I'm dead,[/color]" he explained in a strangely joyous way. "[color=0076a3]I'm a vampire, Sierra.[/color]" 

He was sure to say her name, finding that he liked how it sounded on his tongue. Sierra. Sierra. Sierra. He wondered what her last name might be, he'd have to ask her when he wasn't explaining the undead. "[color=0076a3]I died in the twenties, I was eighteen at the time and it was all very tragic. Maybe it just seems tragic to me, I mean, I [i]died[/i], I'm probably entitled to some tragic feelings. I'd go into gruesome detail but I don't really want to. Suffice to say, I'm probably nearing my hundred and ninth birthday.[/color]"

With a wink, he added. "[color=0076a3]Try fitting all of those candles on a cake and I'll be very impressed.[/color]"

Having got that out of the way, he focused his attention on what she had actually asked of him. She did seem a bit misplaced, of course, he had been too when he'd first entered the city. The smells and sights were extremely overwhelming to newcomers. He knew that it had been a struggle to control his rising hunger at first because everyone was so closely packed. He could only imagine what this place was like for a werewolf, he didn't know everything about her kind but he did know that their sense of smell was superior to his own.

Bowing gallantly and far, far, [i]far[/i] too dramatically over his arm, he said. "[color=0076a3]I can assist you in finding your dorm, if you would like. We'll have to seek out a scholar, you need to get your key. Though, I do have a question or two for you before that. You're a werewolf, aren't you? Did your pack ever tell you about vampires?[/color]"