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queenoflogs2012-10-19 04:47 pm
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Characters: Shinobu and OPEN
Date: A few nights after Shinobu's run in with the Women in the Well
Summary: Disturbed by nightly visions of blood and slaughter, Shinobu gives into her vampiric instincts and begins attacking human prey in the middle of the night.
Warnings: Blood drinking, violence.
/Had she been in her right mind Shinobu would have wondered how long it had been since she had last stalked the night in search of the most delicious of prey. But she wasn't. Rather her head was filled with a singular hunger that she had long thought conquered. Primal and ancient the endless echo spoke only of hunger and blood to the root of her being. Unable to resist she hoped that just a small taste of the crimson liquid so beloved to her kind would be enough to sate her darker impulses.
Her targets were human beings, it would be no challenge to hunt anything else. Watching from from the garden's higher grounds she waits for some poor soul to wall by.
Date: A few nights after Shinobu's run in with the Women in the Well
Summary: Disturbed by nightly visions of blood and slaughter, Shinobu gives into her vampiric instincts and begins attacking human prey in the middle of the night.
Warnings: Blood drinking, violence.
/Had she been in her right mind Shinobu would have wondered how long it had been since she had last stalked the night in search of the most delicious of prey. But she wasn't. Rather her head was filled with a singular hunger that she had long thought conquered. Primal and ancient the endless echo spoke only of hunger and blood to the root of her being. Unable to resist she hoped that just a small taste of the crimson liquid so beloved to her kind would be enough to sate her darker impulses.
Her targets were human beings, it would be no challenge to hunt anything else. Watching from from the garden's higher grounds she waits for some poor soul to wall by.