I don't need God. // Alexandre

[Alexandre]

— alexandre f.m.r

Alexandre had been stuck in the dark depths of the library's bunker for quite awhile now. Despite talking to every passerby or prisoner xe could, the feline never felt the delightful eyes of Tanglewooder that mattered. Not Aesior, not a high position, just simpletons. Xe was getting quite frustrated, not to mention since their diet had not been attended to either, especially since they were already deathly skinny as it was.

At the sound of the jostling of the lock on the bunker and the light shining down in the distance, Alexandre's head perked up from his paws. For a moment, xe laid there silently, only to let out an exasperated sigh moments later. "Finally," xe proclaimed slyly. "Someone to talk to." The feline pushed themselves off the dirty floor and onto their dark paws. Xe shook out their fur to look somewhat presentable, despite mostly remaining in the darkness of their cell. Alexandre had to look perfect to a degree, especially for a visitor. Perhaps they knew of xer services.

The domestic cat peered outside the metal bars, spotting Red as they approached with a basket. Orange eyes looked at it's contents carefully and xe let out a sigh at the realization of nothing being able to consumed by his vampiric kind. "Pass," Alexandre simply said. A dismissive paw flicked outwards in disapproval. "I live on a liquid diet and, unless you feel like donating, I don't believe I'll be eating." Xe considered shooting forward though. Those instincts xe had tried suppress for the longest time always lurked in the back of xer mind. As xe learned to accept them though, the urge subsided. Thus, xe could be choosy.

"I wouldn't mind a chat though," xe mentioned. "I would kill to have a friend now." More like someone to use for pleasure and to listen to xer problems, only to find a rightful solution. Perhaps this one could lead xem to Aesior? Anticipating her response, hoping it was not dismissive, xer head craned and tail lashed lightly from side to side.