Seemingly Nothingness

[Azurel]

"Not directly from the person. How would I go about submitting blood to you in your culture? I know of creatures that act like you, but they usually bite for the blood."

Azurel looked at his arm, resting his claw on it, ready to scratch if asked.

[Damion]

"Very well. Be aware, though, of the risk that you take in denying me access to my way home. A cornered badger is far more dangerous than a free one. Especially a cornered badger who has...relatives..." Damion allowed the sentence to trail off as he turned and limped back into the forest. He hoped it wouldn't pan out that way. Fathers had their place, and the world was better served when they stayed there. There had been enough death over the years, and he feared he would be unable to protect everyone, should the old man and his demon make an appearance. For now, though, it was time to find some answers. Once he was out of sight of the scratched cross in the ground, the cane flowed up his arm and into the collar of his cape once more, and he loped speedily back through the forest toward the rest of the group...and their captors.

[Zzyxx]

Zzyxx eased up a bit, he knew nothing of these lizard folk, but he did know the importance of blood. He wondered what it was capable of doing in the hands of these raport-folk in the back of his mind to try and avoid thought detection.

"I hate to say it, but you won't be able to extrct my blood. You have no instrament capable fo handling the cold. My people have lond been in the planes. Material, Celestial, Elemental of Ice, we have been in all these places since before the time of many others. In all the time we, the Frost elves, have existed, nothing has withstood the cold of our blood."

Zzyxx face remained emotionless, a killer's face, the face of an assassin. His recital of the history of his kind was true. He realized it might be a good idea to trave to the plane of Ice and try to bring some of his kind back to the material plane where they had been all but wiped out by sea elves.