Wendy & Sasha & Open
Wendy was good looking; kind of like Van, but kicked up a notch in that he resembled one of those moody people on billboards who didn't wear a shirt. Sasha liked how his thick, dark eyebrows stood out against the wendigo's pale skin, glassy blue eyes and shock of white hair; it reminded him of someone, but at that moment he couldn't think who. He'd seemed pleased with the compliment though, which was good.
"Isn't that the same as a prince?" Sasha tipped his head slightly to one side. In the movie Sasha was using as reference a prince was respected, and what better way was there to earn respect than through fear?
Sasha sighed through his nose. "People treat me better when they don't know what I am." Even Wendy had been more interested in him when he said he wasn't human.