Constaniana wrote:"A vampire? Right, sure. That sounds about as plausible as a giant lizard with wings," Richard replied, still watching Ero-San with a morbid fascination.
"Well, those myths of vampires could have a basis in fact, couldn't they?" Aldraniri piped up, "You saw how those demon corpses earlier had all their blood sucked out, and the wild man is certainly enjoying himself from drinking all that blood. Maybe it doesn't let him turn into a bat or things like that, but he's obviously getting some benefit from it, or he wouldn't be ripping open demons to get more blood like an angry drunk punches his way towards a crowded bar."
"Yep, the Nature Elemental has a sudden alcoholic addiction to magical vampire booze blood. Or, we could go with the far more plausible explanation, which is that the man who acts like a wild animal is simply continuing his wild beast behaviour and mauling a corpse to assert his dominance or some rubbish like that. Maybe he thinks the blood all over his face will help him convince that lass he snogging when he teleported into the Inferno to keep mating with him or something," the foreigner said, skating over towards Erosen and pulling away from the mangled remains of a demon. "Snack time's over, boy. Stop playing with your food," Richard began pulling Ero-San away from the corpse, carefully trying to avoid touching any of the blood.
Tristan had been looking at Ero-San while he continued eating demons, wondering what had gotten him so hungry all of the sudden, when out of the blue all this talk about vampires started. Now, Tristan didn't know what in blazes a vampire was, so for the most part, he had no idea what the others were talking about, but what he did know was that they were saying something about the demon blood getting the wild person all berserk and crazy.
They also mentioned the words 'snogging' and 'mating', but they were lost on him.
Either way, the boy from the north figured that he might as well put a stop to their silly discussion by testing something out, so he carefully approached one of the demon corpses and stared at the pool of blood for a long time.
But then, he realized he really wasn't about to put his fingers inside a pool of dirty demon blood that had gathered on the filthy ground of a place that was called an Inferno for a reason. What that reason was is irrelevant.
So he decided to voice his idea instead. "What if someone just tastes it to see if it does or doesn't do anything?" He said to the others, walking back to them.