I wake instantly at the smell wafting over the borders, thick and coming closer. Blood. I haven't eaten in days. I will admit only to myself that I couldn't bother to hunt when I was thinking about Cade away at her challenge, probably getting the stuffing beat out of her. I don't think she's weak or anything of the sort, I just know she doesn't have much experience on the battle field. I was waiting to hear news of her success or failure, whatever it may be, before I go out for a meal. That way, I'll either be celebrating, or dining on the opponent who comes back without her. I won't take to a new leader so kindly, especially one with the taste of Cade in his mouth. I'm afraid I'm reserving that right for myself alone. I lick my lips at the thought, plus my stomach is growling at the scent invading my nostrils, pulling me toward the borders like a leash on a dog. I'm so hungry and it's just so appetizing. At first, I don't catch anything familiar about it, just figuring it's a stray wounded loner who's come too close to the borders, or even more amusing, is thinking of joining the pack in its current state. Too bad for them that I'll be the first to greet them instead and a hungry vampire is not the first person you want to meet when you're bleeding.
All too soon though, my joy is ended when the breeze blows in a new direction and I freeze, my hackles drawing up in irritation. Cade. I smell Cade. She must be back and wounded. Damn that wolf. I'll rip him limb for limb. My lips curl back as I head toward her scent but her call stops me short, ears pricking forward in surprise. Wait, she's calling for me? I didn't expect that. My tail flicks, lips tugging to the sides to form a smirk. Now why ever would she want me to greet her while she's covered in blood? Surely Cade knows better. Does she think I would keep myself well fed? I usually would under normal circumstances, not wanting to earn her wrath if I screw up and hunt a pack member. Unforunately for her, I cared more for her condition than I did for my own satisfaction. Licking my lips again, I take one last drag of her sweet perfume, made so much more intoxicating by the blood added into it. Really, it's addictive. I should tell her to go roll in it more often. Deciding I should at least be civil and bring her a snack or something, I turn the other way, racing out of the pack lands over the opposite borders so I can be sure not to see her until I have food. The first thing I come across is a lone teen female but I pass her over with a regretable sigh, sure that Cade's not going to want a hunk of wolf meat to start off the day. She'd probably want to rip me a new one if I try to make her a cannibal.
Passing her on by, I decide to hunt for myself later, deciding that Cade at least deserves something after successfully defending Andere. The next thing I come across is a wounded doe. She looks like she's been down for hours, her back leg twisted and crippled with bite marks half way down her lower leg. A panther or something must have gotten ahold of her but by some miracle, she got away, only to die this agonizing death. Crippled, she must have gotten away on pure adrenaline before succumbing to her injuries. When I look closer, I can see bite marks on her shoulder and ribcage as well. Big jaws made those marks. Definitely a cat. Bad for him that she got away but good for Cade. Licking my lips, I crouch and pounce. Before she can even struggle to her knees, I'm on her neck, ripping and shredding. She gurgles as she goes down and I consider myself lucky to have found such an easy kill for the wounded queen. Grabbing onto her neck, I brace myself and start dragging. Okay, so I had thought I would just bring her a leg or something but it's just going to be so amusing to see her face when I drag a whole carcass back to her. It's quite tiring to pull so much weight alone and I will admit I had to stop a few times along the way to pant and rest my weary legs but I blame it on my weakened state from not eating. Within a half hour of her call, I've managed to drag the doe's body back to Andere and within minutes, I've lain it before her with a victorious grin.
"Dinner is served."
I announce with a bow before really noticing her wounds. My brow furrows, lips turning into a taut line as I step toward her without asking permission, my icy blues roaming over her torn skin and noticing the swollen leg she's favoring, even on her belly. My lips curl back back again, a snarl ripping from my gut worthy of any viking warrior. That fucking prick. I'll drain him slowly and watch him die while I fillet him from the inside out. Realizing that I'm still in front of Cade, I draw myself in, smoothing down my bristled hackles and pulling my lips back down reluctantly. I can't even look her as I all but growl.
"I hope you gave him something to remember you by."
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əric so just bite me baby
and drink all my blood
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