Flesh and Bone [Open]

"Yes, I admit the name could have used a little work," Isla agreed with a soft laugh, tucking a lock of fair hair back behind her ear where it had escaped. Granted, the Bloodfiends of Northwind had been made to be soldiers and nothing more, so it was hardly surprising that they possessed a suitably intimidating moniker. It seemed, however, like things here worked very differently indeed. Not only did Sam not appear to be a warrior, he had not chosen the life for himself and nor did he seem to enjoy it very much. Isla frowned gently. "Correct your... flaws?" she asked, shaking her head. "I apologise, it is none of my business. But I can't see anything like you would call a flaw... if it's something medical, though, I would be happy to offer any advice." Now that she had drawn the connection between Ascended and Bloodfiends it seemed to make sense a little more, about him not being able to feel very much. It was doing things with Gods that was a little strange to her. "Where I was from, Bloodfiends used to drink from those around them. Hence 'blood'fiend... speaking of names, though, I'm Isla." Isla the flesh is weak