02-20-2017, 06:11 AM
Jareth took the silent offer, ready to offer Jace more support for his back. He noticed how Jace was even slower now in his actions, lowering himself carefully while supporting his back as he sat down. "I wasn't turned. I am a descendent of the first vampires. A pureblood. This year I would turn.... 587 years old. Very senior citizen now." He, his eyes dazed as he recalled. "I used to have a big and extended family, until the massacre started. It was a brutal age, and through the years we also lost siblings and comrades in our battles with other races. That's why there's not as many of us left now."