User blog comment:SCORNFUL1/Audience With A Vampire: Ask Armata De'Sange/@comment-30014014-20170914031216/@comment-30014014-20170916224141

''Prad sways his free hand slightly in the air, followed by the other. They make the motion of fingers ready to clench something in a rather stark movement. An exposure as theatrical players tend to do in a particulary interesting segment of a play.''

"Savagery? Have you held on to it all this time? You steam with disgust for these new...monsters. Why act upon it? Why withhold such primal fury? I wonder, what is--

''The glare Prad has been giving to the thorne-sitter ends in an abrupt manner. The strength fades away, leaving a shriveled boy to realize he had hands grasping at the primordial man. Instantly, his fear swells up, almost tainted with regret. Worse still, he notices his pacing has forwarded.''

''One step...two steps, all the way to five. Panic fills his voice.''

"M-m-my lordship. I-I-I don't know wha..."

''Returned to his feeble stance, the young man seeks to back away to his original position, making a footing mistake and tripping backward, dropping his pad and feather. He trembles at this prospect.''

"Sorry! Sorry! I-I-I-I'll pick these up, my lordship"

''Slowly, he crawls to his items, grabbing hold before getting himself up. With cracking hands, he picks up the pace, inscribing the notes he remembers in a frantic manner.''

"II was wondering, if m-m-my lordship does not like the creatures of today, w-why w-w-would he not c-c-con...c-c-conq..."

Difficulty grips at his neck, preventing him from completing the uttering of the last word.