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Pastel nodded when she mentioned that she'd be grateful for his help with her belongings, but when she asked why the thought of animal pelts made him uncomfortable, his frown deepened.
"Ah, well... You know... Skinning animals... animals that have the capacity to have families or loved ones of their own... It just seems so violent and vicious. Why use an animal pelt for warmth when you can cut some hay down or stop into town and ask for a blanket, you know? Using animal products - taking from nature in a way that we can't replace... it's monstrous." He shook his head. "I know I drink blood and I know that there are some ponies out there who go so far as to eat meat or... or hunt for sport." He shuddered and shook his head. "But I draw my own boundaries. I won't partake in the harming of another animal, no matter what creature it is, if I don't have to. I need blood to survive... but I can make it up to nature in other ways, to compensate." He explained. "I will not judge you if you think differently, but... you are a pixie and you were a pixie before you were a vampire. I would assume that you would think similarly... unless this Queen of Vampires you spoke of taught you differently." He mused, already gaining an ill-opinion of the queen in question, of whom he'd never heard of before that day.
Happy to change the topic, though his stomach had since started churning at the thought of skinning other animals for their pelts, Pastel Goth focused his attention to the vegetable stew in front of him. Having successfully found his bowl, he took care to dip it into the hot pot without burning himself. "Thank you again, Elisabeta, for the food." @Shadrya
"Ah, well... You know... Skinning animals... animals that have the capacity to have families or loved ones of their own... It just seems so violent and vicious. Why use an animal pelt for warmth when you can cut some hay down or stop into town and ask for a blanket, you know? Using animal products - taking from nature in a way that we can't replace... it's monstrous." He shook his head. "I know I drink blood and I know that there are some ponies out there who go so far as to eat meat or... or hunt for sport." He shuddered and shook his head. "But I draw my own boundaries. I won't partake in the harming of another animal, no matter what creature it is, if I don't have to. I need blood to survive... but I can make it up to nature in other ways, to compensate." He explained. "I will not judge you if you think differently, but... you are a pixie and you were a pixie before you were a vampire. I would assume that you would think similarly... unless this Queen of Vampires you spoke of taught you differently." He mused, already gaining an ill-opinion of the queen in question, of whom he'd never heard of before that day.
Happy to change the topic, though his stomach had since started churning at the thought of skinning other animals for their pelts, Pastel Goth focused his attention to the vegetable stew in front of him. Having successfully found his bowl, he took care to dip it into the hot pot without burning himself. "Thank you again, Elisabeta, for the food." @Shadrya