I--suppose I must have, after Quentin, but I didn't...there were more pressing matters. The blood of animals...it satisfies, but it doesn't make me feel, almost as though I were alive again.
[ His fingers flex and play almost absently, toying with the hair at the nape of Max's neck. ]
My former master. He...required a meal, every few weeks, but when he fed, he took all there was. [ Gods but it's humiliating, lowering, utterly pathetic to understand so little about his own nature. That Cazador kept him so ignorant, so weak, so starved. ] I'm not sure how many small feedings it will take to keep from becoming a danger again.
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Date: 2020-12-19 12:05 am (UTC)[ His fingers flex and play almost absently, toying with the hair at the nape of Max's neck. ]
My former master. He...required a meal, every few weeks, but when he fed, he took all there was. [ Gods but it's humiliating, lowering, utterly pathetic to understand so little about his own nature. That Cazador kept him so ignorant, so weak, so starved. ] I'm not sure how many small feedings it will take to keep from becoming a danger again.