Chantelles eyes darkened as she looked at him,her eyes staring deep into his. A killer of her own kind? Now that was a new line in her very extensive reputation.
"Killer of my own kind... I believe that to be false Mithias."
Will a slow stride, she began circling them, her eyes pained with a strange regret as she thought back to what was said. Selfish terror... Self absorbance... the darkness that usually consumed her eyes suddenly revealed her eyes as a full blue colour.
"You should hold your tongue, in this world we all should be ... decent towards eachother."
Walking up to them both, her eyes started to darken slightly, stained red from years of killing and blood drinking. Stopping a few inches away, her demonic yet besutiful smile faded and she focused rightinto Mithias' eyes.
"Dont worry... reputation can be the worst way to judge someone."