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Scott leans against the wall of the crypt, scowling at the book in his hand. He had been out hunting for the better part of an hour, but all the animals were avoiding him like the plague. Ironic enough that he couldn't even get sick, the animals just sensed his hunger and stayed as far away as they could.
Scott was tempted to try and stalk some more oblivious prey, but with the group that had spotted him near the beacon earlier, it was important to stay down low for a while. It was times like these that Scott missed how things used to be. He wasn't meant to do hard work, he was meant to lord over Oakhurst in his castle, having humans serve his every need.
Being put to sleep for six hundred years really took it out of him. It infuriated him to no end that his power had dulled during his slumber. He was still the most powerful around, of course, but he was nowhere near his former glory. Not to mention that he was forced to lower himself down enough to pretend to be human. It was humiliating.
At least he wouldn't have to bother with that much longer. The humans were oblivious, sure, but even they weren't stupid enough not to know something was up by this point.
Scott scoffed, turning toward the exit. He pauses at the sight of movement, his eyes narrowing. Scott is about to call out to whoever it is when Pyro walks out from behind one of the entrance pillars.
Scott tilts his head at him. “Hello.”
Pyro doesn't quite meet his eyes, stepping over towards him slowly. He has been cautious around Scott since he accidentally turned Shelby, so Scott doesn't question the behavior.
“Hello, Sire.” Pyro greets. “How are you?”
Scott hums quietly. “I've been fine. What have you been up to?”
Pyro shifts under his gaze. “I've been busy in the town. Trying to convince the humans there not to be afraid. It's going well so far. They don't seem overly suspicious.”
Scott nods, crossing his arms over his chest. “That's good.”
Pyro returns the nod. “...What about you, Sire?”
Scott raises an eyebrow at him. “What about me?”
Pyro shrinks into himself slightly. “What have you been doing?”
“Oh! I've been hunting. It's been in vain so far. The animals are avoiding me.”
Pyro lifts his head, still not meeting Scott's eyes. “Would you like some mutton? I got some earlier.”
Scott reaches out his hand, smirking as Pyro hands over a slab of mutton. Scott looks it over briefly before nodding his approval. This is how it should be, Scott thinks. Hunting for himself can be so tedious these days.
He lifts his hand, ruffling Pyro's hair gently, ignoring the flinch Pyro gives when he reaches towards him. “Good job, Pyro. You did well.”
Pyro brightens at the praise. “Thank you, Sire.”
“You're welcome.” Scott drops his hand, starting towards the exit and waving Pyro over. “Come now. Let's go see about those beacons.”
Pyro chases after him, just as Scott knew he would. Pyro's eager to please attitude was predictable by now, though it served Scott well.
Easy enough to get what he wants when he doesn't have to do any work for it.
Scott doesn't bother to hide his smirk as he walks away.