J’hasi’s tail swished sharply behind him, eyes narrowed.
“Most vampires I run into don’t deal with daedra, and honestly they were bad enough on their own. The only vampires I’ve met walking among normal people seemed to get a kick out of being a wolf among sheep, and if you don’t answer to anyone other than yourself, that’s even worse. You’re unpredictable. And I am not taking risks when you’ve got those fangs and thirst for blood, fiend.” The Khajiit’s muzzle wrinkled even more before putting a hand on the hilt of his dagger, fingers curling, resting over Elvish steel, but not drawing just yet.
“And I don’t get along with most weres, that doesn’t automatically make you better than the rest of your kind. It could be as simple as disliking competition to disagreeing with one’s hunting methods. You aren’t special. You’re just as much a slave to your nature as anyone else cursed like this.”
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