Re: Holding Pens
Zoro had been standing just outside of the door, eyeing the anxious Human. Smelling the fear in his sweat.
He moved into the space of the pen, considering the Slave's mixture of willing courtesy and strained curiosity. The boy was probably new to the wider world of Supernaturals, if he couldn't guess what Zoro was but could say some of what he wasn't. "No, I'm not a bloodsucker," he admitted with something like approval.
The man's one black eye suddenly began to warm into a rising red, soon turning the color and intensity of a hot coal. A low, conversational growl unlike any sound a human could make sounded from deep in Zoro's chest. "Can't you figure it out on your own, boy?" Zoro's teeth had grown sharper, longer in his mouth, more evenly predatory than a Vamp's fangs. His hairline began to spread like wildfire across his face, features shifting slightly into broader shapes as his ears started to thin and taper at the edges.