BLOOD.
I need it.
I need to feel it on my claws, taste it in my mouth.
The only blood around here is in one stupid human. I'll take what I can get.
It tries to run but I'm too fast.
Its screams and pleas hurt my ears but I don't care.
I smell fear, I can hear the rapid beating of the human's heart. It knows it will die. I smell the salt of tears on its face. But mostly I smell blood quickly flowing through its vains.
One slash, blood flows forth. I hear the satisfying rip of flesh and the scrape of claw on bone.
Sweet blood, the panicked heart pumps it out faster.
But not fast enough, dammit!
I keep tearing, each claw leaving me blood to drink.
I do drink.
My face is covered in it. I try to get every last drop before the earth sucks it in.
The human is now choking in the blood that pours from its forehead.
Bones, muscle, skin, and tissue.
And blood! I need it all!
The chest is now open, and I can see the heart beating within.
I rip it out and chew it. The blood it was pumping flows into my mouth. Sweet blood, sweetened by fear.
The human's eyes still show fear and despair as they glaze over under their bloody curtains.
A few more laps are enough. The human is dead, the flavor is gone.
But what an expirience. I need to do it again.
What's this?
A sword.
As much as I love using my claws, this thing can kill. I'll try and use it.
Where the hell am I? Why do I taste blood? Oh no.
This has happened before.
I've killed, slaughtered.
I look on with horror at the bloody mess I've created.
I let the tears flow as I kneel beside it.
The body is unrecognizable. Mutiliated.
Except for one torn, bloody peice of green cloth and her scent...
slowly being lost in the sickening odor of blood.
THE END
I need it.
I need to feel it on my claws, taste it in my mouth.
The only blood around here is in one stupid human. I'll take what I can get.
It tries to run but I'm too fast.
Its screams and pleas hurt my ears but I don't care.
I smell fear, I can hear the rapid beating of the human's heart. It knows it will die. I smell the salt of tears on its face. But mostly I smell blood quickly flowing through its vains.
One slash, blood flows forth. I hear the satisfying rip of flesh and the scrape of claw on bone.
Sweet blood, the panicked heart pumps it out faster.
But not fast enough, dammit!
I keep tearing, each claw leaving me blood to drink.
I do drink.
My face is covered in it. I try to get every last drop before the earth sucks it in.
The human is now choking in the blood that pours from its forehead.
Bones, muscle, skin, and tissue.
And blood! I need it all!
The chest is now open, and I can see the heart beating within.
I rip it out and chew it. The blood it was pumping flows into my mouth. Sweet blood, sweetened by fear.
The human's eyes still show fear and despair as they glaze over under their bloody curtains.
A few more laps are enough. The human is dead, the flavor is gone.
But what an expirience. I need to do it again.
What's this?
A sword.
As much as I love using my claws, this thing can kill. I'll try and use it.
Where the hell am I? Why do I taste blood? Oh no.
This has happened before.
I've killed, slaughtered.
I look on with horror at the bloody mess I've created.
I let the tears flow as I kneel beside it.
The body is unrecognizable. Mutiliated.
Except for one torn, bloody peice of green cloth and her scent...
slowly being lost in the sickening odor of blood.
THE END