Post by Flyingpotchan on Apr 30, 2009 21:57:51 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Nicholle[/glow]
"Hush," she said softly, curling her legs harder around the fur of the rabbit. She dipped her head without much of a thought, putting her sharp eye teeth on the neck of the poor rabbit. She nipped gently, searching for the main vein. The rabbit as already a bloody mess, cut and broken in various places from the chase. Nicholle's own face was scratched across the bridge of the nose, indicating that the rabbit fought in a cowardly fashion when its life was threatened. She finally came to the vein filled with life blood and quickly broke the skin, extra long and needle-like fangs aiding in the quickness of the procedure. She opened her mouth barely, just large enough for the blood to spray between her lips. It was like a kiss.
She closed her eyes, ecstasy taking over as the coppery taste filled her mouth. A minute or two passed before she began to lap, taking blood down her throat quickly. Her clay colored eyes opened, momentarily growling as the smell of a fox invaded her sense. "Mine." Nicholle did not share.
The smell left and she returned to her meal, lazily hiding in the shadows and watching passively as the water rushed by. It was such a beautiful place here. She imagined that if she lived forever, this was where she would live.
"Psh, a dream for a fool," she said icily. She was not morbid, but she did wish for death when the time came. The idea of being mentally awake for all of eternity did not appeal to her at all. Walking when it was her time was one profound wisdom Nicholle held. She did not wish for eternal life, but that did not mean she could turn it down. It had never been offered to her.
She tore into the rabbit, soft skin easily sliced away by her vampiric eye teeth. She used her dull teeth to pull on the flesh, tongue playing unconsciously with the bit that was in her mouth. The half-shadow hidden female gave a jerk and the muscle was exposed. She began tearing at it hungrily, careful not to slam her eye teeth down on the flesh. She had never done anything more than chip the very edge of her fangs, which had grown back seeing as her healing qualities from blood kept her going, but the week without the sharp tip had been notably harder. She didn't wish to find out how life would be with a fang missing.
She polished off an entire hind leg before she lost interest. She had gotten her blood and it made her feel more full than any meat could when she was healthy. She only needed as much meat as she did blood, the two combining to make her meals. Seeing as a quart of blood would be her wages for up to three days, her meat intake needn't be high.
She stood, staggering slightly from the position she had laid down in. She walked out of the shadow, her entire body now showing up in the light, where as everything but the silver and lavender had disappeared in the dark. Her legs stretched and her scars took in the warm sun as she came down to the stream's side. She slowed as she reached the rocky curve of the water.
She lowered herself, couching as she drank. Her tongue darted, eyes watching. Her black tipped tail was fully up, warning sign to anything that felt bad enough to mess with her. Nicholle was in a good mood, but an enemy was an enemy.
She closed her eyes, ecstasy taking over as the coppery taste filled her mouth. A minute or two passed before she began to lap, taking blood down her throat quickly. Her clay colored eyes opened, momentarily growling as the smell of a fox invaded her sense. "Mine." Nicholle did not share.
The smell left and she returned to her meal, lazily hiding in the shadows and watching passively as the water rushed by. It was such a beautiful place here. She imagined that if she lived forever, this was where she would live.
"Psh, a dream for a fool," she said icily. She was not morbid, but she did wish for death when the time came. The idea of being mentally awake for all of eternity did not appeal to her at all. Walking when it was her time was one profound wisdom Nicholle held. She did not wish for eternal life, but that did not mean she could turn it down. It had never been offered to her.
She tore into the rabbit, soft skin easily sliced away by her vampiric eye teeth. She used her dull teeth to pull on the flesh, tongue playing unconsciously with the bit that was in her mouth. The half-shadow hidden female gave a jerk and the muscle was exposed. She began tearing at it hungrily, careful not to slam her eye teeth down on the flesh. She had never done anything more than chip the very edge of her fangs, which had grown back seeing as her healing qualities from blood kept her going, but the week without the sharp tip had been notably harder. She didn't wish to find out how life would be with a fang missing.
She polished off an entire hind leg before she lost interest. She had gotten her blood and it made her feel more full than any meat could when she was healthy. She only needed as much meat as she did blood, the two combining to make her meals. Seeing as a quart of blood would be her wages for up to three days, her meat intake needn't be high.
She stood, staggering slightly from the position she had laid down in. She walked out of the shadow, her entire body now showing up in the light, where as everything but the silver and lavender had disappeared in the dark. Her legs stretched and her scars took in the warm sun as she came down to the stream's side. She slowed as she reached the rocky curve of the water.
She lowered herself, couching as she drank. Her tongue darted, eyes watching. Her black tipped tail was fully up, warning sign to anything that felt bad enough to mess with her. Nicholle was in a good mood, but an enemy was an enemy.
