Aidan sighted as he tossed some of his small supply of whiskey on his various small cuts. Upon contact with his blood it flared up, a regretful look appeared on his face at the sight. This was much faster and more efficient then ingesting it, which was proved but only leaving a slight welt were a cut was, but that was some of the best whiskey he ever tasted. He did not bother waiting for the others or looking at the new companions as he gracefully hoped down. It was an easy feat. Having so many objects to leap from one to another. He wanted solid land under his feet. Those unaccustomed to his company found it strange that not a single thing moved, or made a sound where he stepped. Especially at the seeming force and speed he flew from each. His senses drew in as he landed fully. Some had flared up in a mile radius not knowing what was around him. They always lost efficiency when they were all spread out so much. Most times he could only tell something was there, not what. Very frustrating when it happened. He let everything wash over him as he stood there waiting for the others. He could not help but feel disappointed by the new arrivals.
He could not help but mentally scorn Galen. He had become so pathetically weak. He did not think of his power itself, that had retained some decency. Galen's spirit though, that Dreiks had lost almost all respect for. Such a simple thing to bring him to his knees. Such a simple thing to shatter his will. How many times would the man have taken his own life, or lost it by a thug with a knife, if he had lived threw what Aidan had. He was a fool to think he had lost everything. He had his weapon, his armor, and his life. Heck, that armor itself was a memento to some of what he had lost. Aidan had nothing to remind him of what he had lost. He had wished for something more then memories, yet had found nothing. The thought of it brought a sad smile to his face. An amused one took it's place as the thought of what Lycrios must feel towards him passed in his mind, especially as the growl he emitted proved it. He had not made a good impression on the son of wolves.
The robot was different. It was not itself that quirked Dreiks ire. It was why he had been built, or how he saw it. It was obviously made for combat. The fact that someone would design something to fight for themselves was almost unthinkable. The again, age did affect others. It might not be what he thought of after all. Maybe it was not designed as a combat model originally. No, the robot did not deserve his scorn for any other reason then that the three shared.
Lycrios was only shunned for that same reason. The monk could have no other reason. They were too much a like in thinking and experiences for that. Surviving death numerous times with each other did that. Not to mention another deep bond they shared.
No, all three were mostly unwelcome for the simple fact that he could not, or would not, sink his fangs into they're flesh and drink of they're blood. That was also why he had leapt down. The cravings were beginning. At this stage they were easily handle, yet just being close to Yume made them worst. He hoped he could find someone to sink his teeth into soon enough. He cursed that being once again, setting bloodlust running threw his veins, yet also being much to foul tasting to quench it. Well, what was a few days craving fresh blood? He had purposely made himself be in a state of pure bloodlust for a week surrounded by a dozen tasteful maidens only to develop his ability to handle the cravings. He even took the slightes taste of each before hand to make sure bloodlust would eventually consume him.
He took a swig for his canister his ears picking up Lycrios growl towards Galen once again. Now, just as long as he did not run out of booze and be stuck in a cold, cloudy place. He might just keep his sanity from slipping again. Then again, there were many people beginning to join the party. One of them might just eventually prove to be more then a temporary annoyance. He sighed shaking his head. He needed to regain full control again. He was loosing his cool. He could not help a chuckle at the last thought. Cool was not a word often used to describe his state of self. How could it when he was most comfortable having a body temperature that would kill a human? He reminded himself to make sure it was around where it should be, and the smirk shifted slightly. Why he bothered to check was a sign of order taking a slightly too tight reign on his mind. That was never a good thing. Too much order felt like a cage. It also made him act practically, like thinking something related to his sneaking did not work perfectly even when it was maintained unconsciously.
He pushed away those thoughts and let those Lycrios' scent had brought consume him. This led to the most devastating, horrible, and painful moments of his life. Those particular memories where never nice. This would have brought him down on his knees in tears at most times. Instead it only amused him slightly as he let the tirade wash over him. This was no time to let a weak thing like emotion controle him. Funny he thought of emotions as weak at that moment. Rage never lead him to weakness. His attention was soon divided on his thoughts, his surroundings, and everybody close by. It was almost like having over a dozen people chitering wildly at the same time in his mind. None about the same thing, an event to render any man insane, but what could it do to one already mad? |