Wendy & Sasha & Open
Antlers," Sasha echoed. "Like Bambi!" He giggled, knowing that Wendy probably wouldn't get the reference. "Did you always have antlers on your shadow?" Had Wendy looked different before he started school? His long frame and white hair didn't exactly hide him amongst the dark, bare branches of the trees in the night and his blunt fingers and flat teeth were no good for tearing into flesh. Then again, perhaps he used glamours to hide his more inhuman features, just like Sasha. "Do you think you'll like it?"
A little disappointed with Wendy's answer about eating their classmates, the half-demon pressed further. "So if you could eat people now, at school, you wouldn't pick out people? You'd just eat whoever was near you and was the weakest?" It made sense in a way, but it wasn't exactly satisfying. Were Sasha a wendigo, he believed he'd be more selective.
"I have dirty blood." How else could he explain it without giving himself away? "Not everyone thinks so, I don't think, but my enemies do. They think I'm less than them."