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[knightoflight]

[At first, to be honest, Wing had been a little surprised/grossed out to hear even the possibility that the humans might eat the flesh of the dinosaurs. His kind fueled on simple liquid energon. Much less...well, messy.]

[But he's gotten over that, and been, in his off moments, doing the unpleasant task of taking the dinosaur carcasses and dumping them hopefully far enough away from, well, anything.  Though the winds have likely shifted and the Old City may get an occasional whiff of eau de rotting dinosaur. Sorry.]

[He holds up a long, curved, whitish piece of bone. It's a rib from one of the carcasses: predators have obviously been at work. In his other hand, the broad crest of a triceratops, some tatters of skin still sticking to it.]

It occurs to me that these might be of some use to us? 

It seems a shame to let everything go to waste.

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[furhat]

These options exist, truly, they just don't work. If the dogs see you as weak, they'll just ignore you and plunder at their leisure.

[Oh, she really was, but then, she was also terrible.]

I usually call myself just Alucard, but 'monster' is accurate. What would you call someone that needs human blood as nourishment?

[knightoflight]

But we are not dogs.

[Logic? Or slightly too literal? You decide!]

Lady Alucard. I would call someone like that someone deserving of sympathy and help.

[furhat]

Does 'we' include bandits and plunderers that are murdering regular inhabitants of this ruined city?

[Alucard then paused, and blinked. Then she blinked some more. And then she laughed. The kind of laugh usually reserved for villains, usually after their speech on how they were going to destroy the world.]

I don't think you truly understand what precisely I am.