The West is so very different from the East. Everything is so alien, from the way the people look, the clothes they wear, their strange language(s). Of course, to them, it's Su-jin who is alien. More alien than they can know at a glance. But, he left the East for good reason and if some want to stare, let them. It's hardly a hardship.
The journey took over a year via the Silk Road. Due to the nature of his feedings habits and his frequent starvation, Su-jin couldn't travel with any one caravan for the entire time. Even a tired human notices when someone who looked as if he'd been at death's door is suddenly flush and healthy. They get more superstitious when calamity befalls them and members of their group go missing. And they're very canny about patterns. Su-jin can only starve himself for so long before he loses his sense of self and becomes nothing more than a feral beast. So he eats at regular, though far more prolonged intervals. They would notice members of their group disappearing like clockwork.
It was a long and arduous journey. Weather, bandits, broken wagon wheels, even one Fomorian attack made the trip stretch long. Su-jin rested in towns and cities a few days between switching caravans which added to the duration. He knew no one in Europe, and yet, a month before he set a toe within in, a letter was delivered to him. An offer... or a warning. The missive, signed only The Council warned that was too dangerous to exist in Europe. He faced death there unless he acquiesced to their plan to pair him with another creature whose feeding habits complemented his own. They would be able to mask each other. And if he could not agree to that? Well, perhaps he just go back East. If Su-jin wanted to remain in the West, that was the price.
He couldn't write back to say he agreed since he didn't know from where or whom the letter came. So he continued onward, hopeful that whoever knew he was coming would take that as his agreement. After all, despite the hatred he bore for his monstrous nature, he wanted to live. Who didn't?
Another letter came as he drew closer with instructions. He would be a met by a representative of this Council at a certain time and place. There he would be introduced to the one that would make his life in the West possible. Be grateful Do not throw away this opportunity. A hooded figure met him on the appointed day, after dark. He was escorted to a room in an inn where he was to meet his savior.
The first meeting
The journey took over a year via the Silk Road. Due to the nature of his feedings habits and his frequent starvation, Su-jin couldn't travel with any one caravan for the entire time. Even a tired human notices when someone who looked as if he'd been at death's door is suddenly flush and healthy. They get more superstitious when calamity befalls them and members of their group go missing. And they're very canny about patterns. Su-jin can only starve himself for so long before he loses his sense of self and becomes nothing more than a feral beast. So he eats at regular, though far more prolonged intervals. They would notice members of their group disappearing like clockwork.
It was a long and arduous journey. Weather, bandits, broken wagon wheels, even one Fomorian attack made the trip stretch long. Su-jin rested in towns and cities a few days between switching caravans which added to the duration. He knew no one in Europe, and yet, a month before he set a toe within in, a letter was delivered to him. An offer... or a warning. The missive, signed only The Council warned that was too dangerous to exist in Europe. He faced death there unless he acquiesced to their plan to pair him with another creature whose feeding habits complemented his own. They would be able to mask each other. And if he could not agree to that? Well, perhaps he just go back East. If Su-jin wanted to remain in the West, that was the price.
He couldn't write back to say he agreed since he didn't know from where or whom the letter came. So he continued onward, hopeful that whoever knew he was coming would take that as his agreement. After all, despite the hatred he bore for his monstrous nature, he wanted to live. Who didn't?
Another letter came as he drew closer with instructions. He would be a met by a representative of this Council at a certain time and place. There he would be introduced to the one that would make his life in the West possible. Be grateful Do not throw away this opportunity. A hooded figure met him on the appointed day, after dark. He was escorted to a room in an inn where he was to meet his savior.