In Need of Provisions [Open]

[The Panther]

Panther literally roared in anger and turned sharply, slamming his fist into the brick wall next to him.

"JUST SHUT THE f*ck UP!" he growled over his shoulder, brick dust and mortar cascading down from the massive cracks left by his blow. The pain that shot up his arm served as a focus point for his aggression. Anything to keep him from mauling the whiny little biitch a few feet away. "Do I look like I give in the tiniest shit about you and your high and mighty race? Where the f*ck are you all now if you're supposed to be protecting these people??" he could feel his knuckles bleeding. He didn't care. They would heal quickly.

He pulled his fist from the wall and started back towards Xaviul, his left arm tense against the knife sheathe. He wanted to gut this little pansy. He wanted to so badly. "Where were you what, fifty years ago when every hole in hell opened up and swallowed the world my grandparents grew up in?! You must have been too busy making cheap, cynical shots at how f*cked up all the races are. I know life is f*cked up, okay!? But some people aren't. Some people don't deserve this shit. And somebody's at least gotta fuckin' try to help 'em, because all you self-appointed guardians are too busy pressing your faces in candy store windows and stuffing your pie holes with chocolate! I don't need you telling me how useless I am and how little I know about the world! What am I supposed to be doing then, you girly little biitch?! If you're gonna make fun of me for trying to do some good in this world, then tell me, O great and mighty Zavi...whatever the f*ck you are, what do you recommend I do? I'm all--f*cking--ears."

He couldn't believe this kid. He was trying to do some good, and this sweets-stalking little princess prances by and tell him that their race was better at it before he even knew it existed. Well, excuse him for trying!

[Xaviul Zasolavish]

It seemed like the angrier Panther got, the calmer Xaviul was feeling. Which he found rather bizarre to be honest; usually when confronted with his specie's decline he tended to get hostile. But seeing this man so worked up about it seemed to be doing the opposite to the Zavyl, who watched him with calm eyes. "I'm sorry we haven't been saving this one city enough to appease you. We do what we can, but there aren't enough of us. You want to know where we were fifty years ago? All of us who could fight were trying their best to do what they can. We lost half of our remaining population in those first few years. Vampires had been taking us out for centuries of course, global genocide. At least your grandparents were left alive fifty years ago, because mine weren't. Or any of my siblings, or my father."

He took a breath and eyed the other, face a mask. "So maybe you'll excuse me when I find it a bit hard to believe that a man of the same species that has reduced /my/ species to under two hundred individuals is trying to do what we have all died for. Genocide tends to make you a tad bitter I'm sure you'll find."

[The Panther]

"Well you better start f*cking believing it, you little asshole, because it's what I do, and maybe be a bit more grateful that you're not alone." Panther was trembling with rage and adrenaline, but Xaviul's calm was giving him nothing to keep his anger fueled with. The kid's whining was annoying, but it wasn't pissing him off. It sounded kind of valid, anyway.

"What do you want me to say, I'm sorry the world is f*cked up? i'm not gonna apologize for my race to some chocolate-loving little kid because I live out my apology to the entire human race every day I take another one of us down. Just because they target you or whatever doesn't mean you're the only ones who have a legitimate reason to fight them back. You think I want to be a Vampire? You think we all wanted to be Vampires? Don't go patronizing me because I am a Vamp. you were just lucky to be born whatever you are. I was unlucky enough to think that raising a family in this hellhole of a city was a goal to aspire to. You want sob stories? You're not the only one that lost everything. Those things took everything I had, too." he poked himself hard in the chest to emphasize the "I." Just because this dipshit had a whole history of tragedy didn't mean Panther's tragedy or the entire human race's tragedy wasn't something to be mourned. What, these Zav-things were the perfect little saints?

"And you know what else? You said yourself that your people died for what they believed in. My family was innocent. I had two beautiful little children I saw torn apart before my eyes by the things I'm forced to call kin. I didn't ask to be a Vampire. But instead of whining about it like you, I use what they gave me and turn it back on them. Would I have been less offensive to you if I was human? there'd be a lot more vamps around here if I was. And they'd make more Vamps. And they'd make more. So excuse me for making the best of a bad situation. You've got a whole history of your little whiny tragedy. I live it still every f*cking day of my life. At least you know what side you're on in this f*cking war. I gotta deal with shit from people like you claiming that because I'm not old enough or strong enough or the wrong species that I'm somehow less than you. So just shut your f*cking mouth, okay? Jesus. Sorry for trying to make sure you weren't some sadistic rapist looking at children in that candy store window. That's why I was fuckin' curious."

He ran his hand over his face, then looked at his knuckle. The wound was already closing, but the blood was dripping down the side. He licked it off his skin and pressed the wound to his mouth to clean it, unconsciously demonstrating his own vampirism in the process.

((I hope it's not bothering you how Panther's treating Xaviul. Please tell me if it's getting to be too much, and if I need to back it down. I know that really bothers some people...))