“Shhh….”

He coos to the squealing creature beneath his massive paw. Blood seeps through his talons, staining the earth below. His head lowers, nose pressing against the suffering creature delicately as if stroking his own child. “it will all be over soon..” his low murmurs are hot against the dying creature’s face and fear and defeat peels into its beady little eyes. The ghoul grows impatient with this slow death, his stomach mimicking his own growl. Jaws part, teeth driving into flesh as he suffocates the little thing until finally, he turns his head sharp, snapping the neck and causing an instant death.

A satisfied hum breaks through the now silent area.

Steam rises from the warm blood that leak from small wounds. The blood king pulls back now, peering down as his minor meal in content. His scarred face now tainted with the blood of the other. His tongue slides out, gliding along his chops before he sits, preparing to enjoy his meal.

Except another lingers nearby. The intoxicating aroma of another femme, different than the gypsy he has grown...not fond of but more...possessive over. Curiosity strikes as he inhales deeply, allowing her fresh scent to draw into his nostrils and store it into memory. “come out child, i don’t bite.”

The lies he tells.