the red light district was, it turns out, ideal for that sort of thing. too many shady back-alleys and tight corners. too many people who, despite the news and the monsters running rampant through the street, were out looking for a good time.
it doesn't matter.
what matters is, he's hungry. the kind of gnawing, bone-deep ache that refuses to be satisfied no matter how much you pour into it.
talons flexing at his side when she speaks, like he's grappling with something. words are ...difficult. something in her voice, though, plucks at him. her lack of fear, maybe ㅡ that was new, novel ㅡ but he dismisses the thought with a quick shake of his head. the noise he makes is low, irritable and it's easier to blame her ㅡ to blame the interruption ㅡ than it is to question.
this decided, he straightens himself to his full height ㅡ a towering figure despite his lankiness, maw slick with blood and visceral, eyes that bright predatory gold ㅡ throws back his head and bellows. )
3 - cw: violence, gore, mentions of possible cannibalism ...because yes, I went there
the red light district was, it turns out, ideal for that sort of thing. too many shady back-alleys and tight corners. too many people who, despite the news and the monsters running rampant through the street, were out looking for a good time.
it doesn't matter.
what matters is, he's hungry. the kind of gnawing, bone-deep ache that refuses to be satisfied no matter how much you pour into it.
talons flexing at his side when she speaks, like he's grappling with something. words are ...difficult. something in her voice, though, plucks at him. her lack of fear, maybe ㅡ that was new, novel ㅡ but he dismisses the thought with a quick shake of his head. the noise he makes is low, irritable and it's easier to blame her ㅡ to blame the interruption ㅡ than it is to question.
this decided, he straightens himself to his full height ㅡ a towering figure despite his lankiness, maw slick with blood and visceral, eyes that bright predatory gold ㅡ throws back his head and bellows. )