"Good evening… Town, you say? Simply take the road on wards, then right when it branches. Being outside so late… why might that be?"
A smoking pipe, by scent it’s flavoured smoke and not tobacco, is raised to his lips, he expels curiously blue smoke after taking a short puff, the pipe soon resting back by his side. He has no interest in attacking, clearly. Although he does take note of the man’s hair colour… one of his kind, perhaps?
"You are aware of the legends, correct?"
He muses to himself, looking no where in particular.
"A young man like yourself with white hair… a wonder you have not been shot on sight."
A smirk tugs at his lips, and he leans against the outside of his home, taking another puff on his pipe, smoke coming from his nose this time. He’s amused, but this one doesn’t seem to be… of his kind. He could usually tell by scent in recent years.
This man's nonchalant manner very quickly begins to erode Vanilla's composure. It irritates him. Pisses him off, even- though he wills it not to outwardly show.
"My reasons are not for you to know," he offers in dry response to his question. Vanilla's previously cold eyes flash with anger, however, at the other's next words.
"What exactly are you implying," he nearly growls. "If it's that I am something other than human, I am afraid you're grossly mistaken."
How dare he... how dare he. Vanilla takes a few steps towards the man, faint hints of malice beginning to bleed into the air about him.
"Tell me, then, stranger. What do you know of these 'legends'," he asks, eyes narrowed, hating that smirking face more with each passing second. "What is your name?"














