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Oops. He'd done it again. Blood covered the surrounding area like a thick wool blanket of red. It ran down his throat, all over his body, covered his victim who lay limp before him. Micah's canines dug into the body numerous times until he finished sipping from the blood, and he started to consume it, leaving only the head and paws of the girl he had met the night before. She had helplessly fallen for his tricks, practically showing her throat to him. Micah took the oppurtunity.

Although covered in thick crimson fluid, Micah was a charmer. Long thin legs and burning auburn fur. He was gorgeous. If he were to groom himself, which he was about to do, he could draw in just about anybody's attention. Chuckling deeply and licking the corpse's forehead, Micah turned to trot towards the river. He was not afraid of anybody finding out what he had done, and the memories would not haunt him- he would welcome them.

Long steady strides brought him knee deep into the water, blood rinsing away as he lowered himself completely to be cleansed. His auburn fur regained it's natural hue, and Micah returned to the shore. He would not lay on the sand to become dirty again, so he found a nice sized mossy area under the trees where he could air dry.

"words."

** Masculine ** Travelling ** Free ** Without heirs ** Charity