08-22-2018, 10:35 PM
( Matt or rather Dionysus is a merchant, mostly to sell his wares and scamper off, doesn't matter who his clients be vampire or human.)
What does a demi human and vampires have in common?
Nothing. Expect the fact one had a beating heart, and the other did not. The demi human stretched slightly, groaning as the lower joints in his back popped into place, from remaining stiff for the past twenty or so minutes. A mortal body was completely different from a fully adaptive deities body. A human body you have to be very careful with each and every interaction and step. The slightest mistake can result in a fatal incident. Moving heavy barrels of last seasons wine from one part of the cellar to the other was somewhat a hassle and a pleasure.
Making wine was a craft and skill, many people could do it, but none could do it the same way, he did. No one knew how to make that strong shit, the stuff that put some hairs on your chest kind of shit, the shit that is rivaled against moonshine. No matter how strong, time and time again he would advise mortals to thoroughly dilute it to the point that the strongness in the wine is dimmed down, and is basically a normal table wine. Only the big boys, or people who are looking to get instant shitfaced are allowed to take it.
Matt or rather Dionysus though he prefers Matt over that name, that name alone brings a sour taste to his mouth. For some apparent reason it just does, it was of course the normal thing for him to take some bottled samples of his prized wine, and give it to the vampires that dwell in the actual city, while he lived a good four hours or so away from the leeches.
There was something unnatural and disturbing about them, although again he would strongly disadvise mixing human blood, and wine. But who was he to talk of such things, he was just simply a merchant selling his wares in order to make a small profit, depending on how large the profit is.
This would also account on if he should go to such lengths of going to these places armed, common sense would say yes, since he is human after all. Carrying the crate of wine under one arm, and taking the bat that he prefered to use under such circumstances, it was better than using a blade, or a gun. It still served its purpose as a blunt force weapon. All it took was a good whack to knock someone out, and for him to make his merry way.
The location that he decided on was a clearing, the forest in the backdrop, and him close enough to see the dim lights of the city, he under no circumstances dwelled anywhere near San Creado, he didn’t trust the false premise the city or place as he liked to call it.
It brought haunting memories. Memories that he would rather forget.
What does a demi human and vampires have in common?
Nothing. Expect the fact one had a beating heart, and the other did not. The demi human stretched slightly, groaning as the lower joints in his back popped into place, from remaining stiff for the past twenty or so minutes. A mortal body was completely different from a fully adaptive deities body. A human body you have to be very careful with each and every interaction and step. The slightest mistake can result in a fatal incident. Moving heavy barrels of last seasons wine from one part of the cellar to the other was somewhat a hassle and a pleasure.
Making wine was a craft and skill, many people could do it, but none could do it the same way, he did. No one knew how to make that strong shit, the stuff that put some hairs on your chest kind of shit, the shit that is rivaled against moonshine. No matter how strong, time and time again he would advise mortals to thoroughly dilute it to the point that the strongness in the wine is dimmed down, and is basically a normal table wine. Only the big boys, or people who are looking to get instant shitfaced are allowed to take it.
Matt or rather Dionysus though he prefers Matt over that name, that name alone brings a sour taste to his mouth. For some apparent reason it just does, it was of course the normal thing for him to take some bottled samples of his prized wine, and give it to the vampires that dwell in the actual city, while he lived a good four hours or so away from the leeches.
There was something unnatural and disturbing about them, although again he would strongly disadvise mixing human blood, and wine. But who was he to talk of such things, he was just simply a merchant selling his wares in order to make a small profit, depending on how large the profit is.
This would also account on if he should go to such lengths of going to these places armed, common sense would say yes, since he is human after all. Carrying the crate of wine under one arm, and taking the bat that he prefered to use under such circumstances, it was better than using a blade, or a gun. It still served its purpose as a blunt force weapon. All it took was a good whack to knock someone out, and for him to make his merry way.
The location that he decided on was a clearing, the forest in the backdrop, and him close enough to see the dim lights of the city, he under no circumstances dwelled anywhere near San Creado, he didn’t trust the false premise the city or place as he liked to call it.
It brought haunting memories. Memories that he would rather forget.
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