Fergus
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It didn't take him a few walks to be awkwardly stared at by the wolves and fey. He knew he looked awful all covered in blood and oversized clothes.
He, however, had mastered the act of impersonating such that he could be anybody he wanted to be – not just by looks but by characterization too.
He began to jog ahead, acting like he was returning from the crime scene.
"You alright, mate?" A fairy asked him.
He nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. Barely scaled through the fight."
"Lucky you. You'd better get those bloody clothes changed." Said the fairy.
Fergus groaned, wishing he could snack on his left eye. "Sure, sure. Soon as I get home!"
"That your blood or…" The fairy trailed off.
Fergus understood that the fey don't shed blood and currently, he was in the form of a fairy. "A vampire's. But I didn't do the killing. A wolf did."
