Hey there, fellow (Zephyr, R)

The woman shrieked and called for her husband when his arterial spray spackled across her clothes. Messy boy. But, so worth it. Look how much he's enjoying himself! Glancing at the woman and then her husband, Zephyr whispered to her, "Want to join him? I'm sure he'd be elated for you to." In his mind, Eryx's twisted laugh sounded like a rumble of an approaching storm. "You both are nothing but monsters," she spat to him as her tears flowed freely now. "Wrong," Zephyr snapped, tightening his grip on her and the blade at her throat. "We are the rightful wielders of magic. You and he are nothing..." Zephyr told her between clenched teeth. DO HER, ZEPHYR! He didn't need to be told twice. In a smooth, quick move, Zephyr slit her throat and let her fall to the floor.

As he finished taking the blood traitor's blood, Ares took out a small handkerchief, and pat his lips, clearing the blood away. Clearing his throat, he split the handkerchief in half placing half of it over the blood traitor's head, and the other head over the mudblood's head. Putting his dagger away Ares looked at the barman, "Bill, please," he grinned, before cracking his back, "Nicely done Zephyr," he nodded up at the older boy, traces of the man's blood still on his sharpened teeth.

Glancing at his Housemate as he finished up, Zephyr leaned against the bar and picked up the shot he had ordered before the whole mess began. Throwing it back and cracking his neck as the burn of the liquor raced down his throat, he let out a happy sigh. Well done, Zephyr. One less filth we need to worry about. It was nothing... Holding up the empty glass in a 'cheers' fashion to Ares, Zephyr set it down with a clack upside down on the bar. "I have to say, you did pretty well yourself, Ares," he said with a twisted grin of his own.

Cackling as his house mate acknowledged his 'talent' for doing what they both did best: end the filth that filled the magical realm, he lit his wand's tip on fire, "You aren't used to seeing something as close to cannibalism as that, are you?" he asked, amused that although younger, Ares knew as much, or perhaps more, about the art of ending mudbloods and blood traitors than Zephyr. Well, he was born in Azkaban after all...

Nearly ate him alive... Eryx's cackle sent a shiver up Zephyr's spine as he thought about what he said. "Honestly, no. But, that didn't bother me so much. Now, if you made a snack out of him, more than just a solid drink.... That might be a little much for my taste," he answered honestly. Pussy... Shut up...

Ares laughed for a bit but it was quite normal to not be used to cannibalism, even if you were a Slytherin, torture and murder went to a point. Ares never got past the drinking blood point but he knew others that had, "You shouldn't meet my bud Kain then," he grinned knowing full well Kain often enjoyed having a snack out of his victims.

Zephyr added his chuckle to Ares' laugh about his comment. He knew that cannibalism wasn't unheard of, though he didn't know anyone that was. At least he didn't think he did. Apparently there is one closer than you think, Zephyr. So I hear.... At the mention of his friend Kain, Zephyr paused for a moment. "Kain, like Kain Shadow who is also in our house?" he asked. Just like Ares, Zephyr knew a Kain, but only in passing and from class as he tended to keep to himself, most of the time. School and the stressed attached to it made his control of himself and the others a tad harder. Thus, being on his own, for the most, part helped him to keep a handle on things..

Ares nodded at Zephyr's question and before he could insult Kain for not being pure, he pretended he was holding his hip but in fact was making sure his dagger was close. Kain was very dear to him because he was in his close circle of friends, "He's one of those halfbloods that knows his place, and is still better than many pure bloods. And he enjoys torturing blood traitors and mudbloods alike," he replied his eyes narrowing ever so slightly.

A smile spread across both Eryx and Zephyr's face as Ares confirmed who they thought he was talking about. "Halfblood or not, he is one I don't have any issues with. He ceratinly makes an impression on others around him," Zephyr commented, praising the boy, "Haven't had the pleasure of meeting him officially, but I know of him." One of the few non-pures that is alright, eh Zephyr? Internally nodding at The Fellow's question, he glanced at his watch to check the time. He had been out and about for a few hours now. Perhaps it was safe to head home. "Where you heading after here, Ares?" Zephyr asked.

Leaving the dagger Ares's brows raised into the top of his forehead. He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting Zephyr to accept Kain's blood status so easily but to be honest he had the same reasons Ares did. Kain was a fucking monster perhaps just as bad or worse than the both of them. He deserved their respect, "Home," he whispered and closed his eyes. "And speaking of home I should be heading off," Ares nodded and got up, as Zephyr followed. The two walked out of the bar, and tipped their heads at one another, before each went on their way.