Being invited to... Meetings... Was strange for Ben. How someone found him puzzled him. Why someone would request his presence was even more boggling.

And now, someone was approaching him.

The one who smelt like blood.

He had heard her name before she told him it. When she answered the strange man who asked. Before her shoes tapped against the floor and before her weight fell into the seat right behind him. Her name was Crow. Why she named herself that, he did not know. Ben remembered a lot of things from his childhood, when he was completely human. His mother, the only person who he really considered a parent, told him stories when he was young before his father came home. Stories about knights and dragons and witches and princesses. He remembered how she told him a story one night about something called a vampire.

She had described them as imposing beings of great power. The pale undead for fed upon the blood of the living and hated sunlight and garlic. This girl... She was not very imposing. At least not right out. But she fit the bill, and if she was invited here then she obviously had plenty of bite to back up any bark she may show off. But she too seemed... Talkative some. At least to a degree. She was inexperienced, that much was obvious based upon how easily she introduced herself. She might be powerful enough to not be worried about the potential liabilities, but he wasn't personally taking any chances. His life had been changed forever because he wasn't careful one day, over a decade ago. It had permanently altered his outlook on... Most things.

So when the woman finally sat down next to him and introduced herself Benedict was ready. He recalled her name from what he had heard on NPR. He lowered his hood with his hands and turned his head to face the woman, his steely grey and blue scales moving around one another like a suit of chainmail armor. His white, glowing eyes moved in their sockets and the only way she'd be able to know he was looking at her would be by the subtle moments of his eyes shifting. He sniffed once but remained otherwise silent as she herself eyed him. He watched her eyes move over his body and was almost instantly on alert.

[b]"I know."[/b] he said, his voice was almost pure bass. It's depth was almost physically heavy. The slight crackles and scratches suggested it had been a while since he had really talked. 

Benedict hands clenched some and his index claw carved small circles in the seat of the pew as he contemplated his response to her relatively simple question about what his name was. His read name was out of the question. His adopted name was... A bit too personal. He doubted Crow was her real name and thus he decided to go with her introduction model. Professional titles only.

[b]"Dragonfly."[/b] he stated, hoping to satiate her question.

It was a conference after all.

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