The door creaks open with a long shadow being formed from the sliver of moonlight behind it. The figure turns its head before heading in. Slamming the door it slumps to the ground panting. With the air slowly returning to its lungs, a fragrant yet warm scent hits their nose. Trembling, it shakily tracks the smell to a tall metallic item atop something. Unable to stop themselves they teetered closer until they notice that they were able to smell it thanks to the slightly cracked open lid on it.
They were about to lift it when they quickly draw their hand back, unsure of the metal being used. The uncalled for growl that fill the space remind them of their hunger. Using a corner of their cape as a barrier, they take the lid off and see a shimmering blood-like liquid inside. They know it wasn't blood due to the added smells of herbs and spices. Before they can put the cover back on, the harsh reminder of their hunger returns.
"Screw it," they hiss.
Using the ladle on the side with their make-shift glove, they gently swallow the substance. The warmth fills their throat and body with such a comforting sensation that they clear the entire content of the container. Satisfied with their meal they remove their cape and use it as a pillow on the cold floor. They didn't realize that it was soon morning due to the absence of windows. The chase they experience earlier plus the warm liquid was enough to lull them to the land of dreams through sleep.
A/N: The characters in this story are not connected to any series. They are purely fictional. Apologies for lack of title. I will update if and when I may have an idea.
