by Reiy » Sat Nov 22, 2014 9:41 am
"you too." Saskia smiled, pleased by his politeness. However much she hated to ruin such a nice moment, she was going to have to. A burning sensation in her throat was all she could feel. The burn for blood. It was a hard thing to get used to when she was first bitten, and it is still hard now. She had not drank her fill in weeks because she hated the feeling of killing something. Animal or human, it was still killing. "I wish I could stay here forever, it was nice talking with you.. But I need to hunt, I thought I would be able to last a bit longer but I'm afraid not. I'll see you around sometime, or would you like to join me?"
Last bumped by Reiy on Sat Nov 22, 2014 9:41 am.
"there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leaves. "
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