Heropsychodreamer

[Kolara Tira Morta]

Kolara broke into a piercing laugh, and oh, what a terrifying sound it was. With her head tilted back like that and her shoulders shaking, the sound was something one would expect to hear accompanying a scream and a loud crack of thunder.
"Oh, chile, ya gotta sense a' hum'a. Ain't no vampires made dat song. It come from tribes in New Orleans, back in de mid-1900s. Ya sing, chile?" Her eyes narrowed a little. She visibly scrutinized him. "Chil'ren of Rhaego sing."

[Razvan]

Razvan could probably dissect even the most cryptic diss to himself or Rhaego so an obvious one had him firing on all cylinders. "I can sing!" he exclaimed sharply, already annoyed at the womans rather shrill and grating laughter. This was quite the news. Razvan could do something that wasnt eating kidneys or murdering to get said kidneys. He heard countless songs from his travels, with a preference for rock and alternative rock. They were the perfect genre of music for a guy who looked like he could be an album cover."I can sing like the birds..or, if you will, like whatever dying animal you were just portraying."

[Kolara Tira Morta]

One of Kolara's dark eyebrows went up. She hadn't expected him to react so vivaciously, especially because the topic at hand was singing. "All right, chile. G'wan, sing. If ya can do it so much betta'." She folded her arms across her chest and looked at him expectantly.

[Razvan]

Razvan with his meager chest puffed out, his pride as Rhaego's avatar and herald, all the devotion he had on the line he stared Kolara down. "Very well, I will pick a song sung by dragons." Despite not seeming very imaginative Razvan started to sing in a fine clear voice as he remained rooted to the spot..

"I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you, for you.

When the day has come
That I've lost my way around
And the seasons stop and hide beneath the ground
When the sky turns gray
And everything is screaming
I will reach inside
Just to find my heart is beating

Oh, you tell me to hold on
Oh, you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong

'Cause I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)

When the hour is nigh
And hopelessness is sinking in
And the wolves all cry
To fill the night with hollering
When your eyes are red
And emptiness is all you know
With the darkness fed
I will be your scarecrow

You tell me to hold on
Oh you tell me to hold on
But innocence is gone
And what was right is wrong

'Cause I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you, for you.

I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
I'm bleeding out for you (for you)
I'm bleeding out for you

'Cause I'm bleeding out
So if the last thing that I do
Is to bring you down
I'll bleed out for you
So I bare my skin
And I count my sins
And I close my eyes
And I take it in
And I'm bleeding out
I'm bleeding out for you, for you."

Well okay he was a little off the mark but it still worked in this situation. If Hana could hear it she would probably scream and drag him to karaoke.

[Kolara Tira Morta]

Kolara watched in silent amusement, posted up against the trunk of the tree, brown eyes ever observant. She was a little impressed that he'd agreed to sing, and more impressed that it sounded halfway decent.
She clapped very slowly when he was finished. "Ya done good chile. D'ere be more of a soul in dem dark eyes den anyone might t'ink."

[Razvan]

Haughty bitchy Razvan was quite a capable singer. If he ever fell by some means he had a career set as a rock star. God knows Hana would jump at the chance to dress him up and shove him around to gigs. He was still thinking about her and what she had said about him and it still bugged him but singing oddly enough helped clear his head. Maybe next time he ran into her he should just sing. Maybe it would help him drown out her talk of being friends and not killing. He was supposed to kill, he didnt get rest besides what was necessary and he didnt get friends. Maybe if he understood what friendship was,and what he was missing, he would know regret but a part of what made him effective was his lack of regret. If he ever was out of a job or fell and had to live like people, he could learn a lot, but right now he was mostly a cunt. "even evil celestials have souls. We deny ourselves the purity of some of our kindred to do the dirty work that needs to be done You im certain must know about being dirty."

[Kolara Tira Morta]

Kolara smiled very slightly. "I don' t'ink dat ya know mucha 'bout dis one just yet. Ya g'wan stick around, learn more?" She smoothed her hands over the front of her dirty dress. "Or ya got a god ta be servin'?"

[Razvan]

Razvan snorted in sheer disdain. He raised his bandaged hand. "I have been forced to take a subtler approach due to recent injuries. They do not take long to heal as I am a herald but I have been forced to use other tactics and stay close to the forest..regardless." he tilted his chin up and looked down his nose at the devious woman. "What do you mean by learning more? What could you possibly have to say that would aid me in serving my god? Or aid me at all?" he replied, as snarkily as ever,