Post by Kryshna on Dec 8, 2010 2:58:21 GMT -5
(This is an open thread. Anyone can join in, I especially encourage any other vampire players to join. This is in the outskirts of London, so not central London. Please don't let that stop you from posting in it.)
Kryshna couldn’t do it any more. The cold, stagnant blood that she had been fed in the basement was not enough to sustain her, especially after the injuries that she took from meeting Rutger again. She was always good at getting in and out of places and the basement was no exception. Apparation was not needed for escaping. And she planned on returning. She had to.
Kryshna was much like a trained wolf in some ways. Once her loyalty was gained, she would always return if capable. Her thoughts had never been her own. Her actions had always been for someone else. And if someone else was not there in order to point her in the correct direction, she would go crazier than she already was. Without someone to hold her leash, she would just murder everyone she saw or fall into the deep sleep until awoken again.
It typically would be left to her masters on how she fed, either left to fend for herself, or given blood or victims. But every wolf that is not fed enough will eventually find their own way of feeding. And this was one of those exceptions. She had never really been forbidden to go out hunting on her own, but then again, she was rarely aloud out without Leander tagging her.
Tonight, though, there were now followers. No one to hold her leash and keep her from what she needed to do to survive. Her mind was that of a starving predator. And it did not take her long to find prey.
It was simple enough, a beggar down an ally way in the dead of night. Not the greatest prey in the world, but she knew her master would not mind. It was just what they call a muggle. She stalked the beggar until she knew it was well out of sight of anyone passing by before she silently slipped down the side of the building she was hiding on and on top of the man.
She quickly used her wand to stifle the man’s yell. She held him and sank her fangs into his neck, quickly draining him of blood. The warmth filled her; it gave her energy that a cold blood packet never could. Perhaps not as much as a healthy muggle, and especially not as much as a wizard or witch. But it was enough.
That’s when she heard it. Footsteps were coming this way. And by the feel of it, it was not a muggle. Had they heard the very brief yelp from the man? Her eyes darted about the walls of the alleyway. There was no way she could make it up them before the person would be within sight. So she fell back, casting herself into shadows and camouflage to hide from their eyes. She remained completely still, luckily, no breath was needed, and she watched the mouth of the alley.
Kryshna couldn’t do it any more. The cold, stagnant blood that she had been fed in the basement was not enough to sustain her, especially after the injuries that she took from meeting Rutger again. She was always good at getting in and out of places and the basement was no exception. Apparation was not needed for escaping. And she planned on returning. She had to.
Kryshna was much like a trained wolf in some ways. Once her loyalty was gained, she would always return if capable. Her thoughts had never been her own. Her actions had always been for someone else. And if someone else was not there in order to point her in the correct direction, she would go crazier than she already was. Without someone to hold her leash, she would just murder everyone she saw or fall into the deep sleep until awoken again.
It typically would be left to her masters on how she fed, either left to fend for herself, or given blood or victims. But every wolf that is not fed enough will eventually find their own way of feeding. And this was one of those exceptions. She had never really been forbidden to go out hunting on her own, but then again, she was rarely aloud out without Leander tagging her.
Tonight, though, there were now followers. No one to hold her leash and keep her from what she needed to do to survive. Her mind was that of a starving predator. And it did not take her long to find prey.
It was simple enough, a beggar down an ally way in the dead of night. Not the greatest prey in the world, but she knew her master would not mind. It was just what they call a muggle. She stalked the beggar until she knew it was well out of sight of anyone passing by before she silently slipped down the side of the building she was hiding on and on top of the man.
She quickly used her wand to stifle the man’s yell. She held him and sank her fangs into his neck, quickly draining him of blood. The warmth filled her; it gave her energy that a cold blood packet never could. Perhaps not as much as a healthy muggle, and especially not as much as a wizard or witch. But it was enough.
That’s when she heard it. Footsteps were coming this way. And by the feel of it, it was not a muggle. Had they heard the very brief yelp from the man? Her eyes darted about the walls of the alleyway. There was no way she could make it up them before the person would be within sight. So she fell back, casting herself into shadows and camouflage to hide from their eyes. She remained completely still, luckily, no breath was needed, and she watched the mouth of the alley.