That pure unbidden joy brings Mayerling great happiness. He wants everyone to enjoy Folkmore as much as he has and to find the good in it, no matter their circumstances. "Folkmore is a small realm compared to the planet I come from, yet it contains a wide variety of regions, each with their own character. Lapine is in Willow, perhaps the largest region of Folkmore, so you may find large swathes of forest mixed with farms as well as a whole region of lakes within its boundaries. As it borders Exile, with its own kind of forest, you may explore even broader without coming across snowscape or desert or ocean or city life."
He considers her offer, and the idea that he might taste food, real food not only blood, marvels him. His brief time spent as a human—through forced transformation in that none of them chose their alternate lives—gave him some memories of the matter yet only whetted his appetite for more. It's tempting, so tempting, yet he's used to resisting temptation rather than falling to it without further thought. "Given it may be tied to other aspects of my species, I would prefer to inform you of those so that you may consider the whole picture when determining whether you can help," Mayerling says politely, "I would rather take the time to avoid terrible consequences than to rush ahead. As an immortal being, I am used to having enough time to do so when not forced by circumstance to act swiftly." Such as when being hunted and attacked.
He smiles at her newfound bracelet of flowers, wondering how many people would consider him a worse kind of being than Maleficent when she can do such marvels. If he lets his abilities loose, he could kill all the plant life around them. It is only yet another sign of his foul nature to those who dislike vampires. "The dhampir, half-vampire half-human, who most adamantly and passionately opposed my being when we first met has become like a son to me," Mayerling shares with a smile, "Not everyone is fond of vampires, but I would say that I have shed the title and it trails me no longer. Harder than the title, however, is a fundamental part of my nature, a part of being a vampire."
His smile saddens, and Mayerling would understand if she leaves him or asks him to leave once she hears it. "No matter my personal thoughts or feelings, like all vampires where I come from, I suffer from a psychological need for human blood, a condition we call bloodlust. Should you be concerned for your personal safety, worry not. As you are not human, I feel no stirring in my chest for your blood. Yet it remains, independent of any emotion or feelings on my part toward humans generally or any human in particular, something I manage with synthetic blood—an invention of my family's—but something that always remains within me, something thousands upon thousands of years of vampire civilization at its height could not cure. That is the far greater difficulty, though it may be invisible to most."
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He considers her offer, and the idea that he might taste food, real food not only blood, marvels him. His brief time spent as a human—through forced transformation in that none of them chose their alternate lives—gave him some memories of the matter yet only whetted his appetite for more. It's tempting, so tempting, yet he's used to resisting temptation rather than falling to it without further thought. "Given it may be tied to other aspects of my species, I would prefer to inform you of those so that you may consider the whole picture when determining whether you can help," Mayerling says politely, "I would rather take the time to avoid terrible consequences than to rush ahead. As an immortal being, I am used to having enough time to do so when not forced by circumstance to act swiftly." Such as when being hunted and attacked.
He smiles at her newfound bracelet of flowers, wondering how many people would consider him a worse kind of being than Maleficent when she can do such marvels. If he lets his abilities loose, he could kill all the plant life around them. It is only yet another sign of his foul nature to those who dislike vampires. "The dhampir, half-vampire half-human, who most adamantly and passionately opposed my being when we first met has become like a son to me," Mayerling shares with a smile, "Not everyone is fond of vampires, but I would say that I have shed the title and it trails me no longer. Harder than the title, however, is a fundamental part of my nature, a part of being a vampire."
His smile saddens, and Mayerling would understand if she leaves him or asks him to leave once she hears it. "No matter my personal thoughts or feelings, like all vampires where I come from, I suffer from a psychological need for human blood, a condition we call bloodlust. Should you be concerned for your personal safety, worry not. As you are not human, I feel no stirring in my chest for your blood. Yet it remains, independent of any emotion or feelings on my part toward humans generally or any human in particular, something I manage with synthetic blood—an invention of my family's—but something that always remains within me, something thousands upon thousands of years of vampire civilization at its height could not cure. That is the far greater difficulty, though it may be invisible to most."