*enchanted whispers carried on the cold mist outstretched surrounds a young female in her bed*
*She rises*
*caught within my call She walks out of Her home and toward me*
*I look upon Her with glowing blue eyes as old as the night itself, She is lost, gives Herself willingly*
So young...so tasty (running my cold fingers down Her exposed neck)
*with speed that beats thought I grab Her neck and snap it, Her head falls lifelessly to one side*
*My fangs pierce the skin, blood, warm and sweet, flows down my throat*
*The female is dry, I toss Her empty corpse to Fenris to feed on the left over flesh*
*looks over to see Hanzi Raven arrive at the feeding ground*
The prey is fresh tonight Hanzi Raven, not a hunter in sight...unfortunately. I'm in the mood for a sporting kill.