Snack time!
Who: TenSoon, Deshwitat
Where: The Biodome
When: Monday
Summary: Deshwitat is hungry, but that woman walking past isn't what she seems
Warnings: Vampirism.
TenSoon strode along the white corridor, his face pinched as he headed for the biodome. There was a creature running around under his skin and, while not painful, it was worrying that he hadn’t let it in. Normally he would have digested the beast without a second thought, but in this place he didn’t know what might be poisonous. It would be just like the consortium to plant something deadly inside of him for the pleasure of seeing him suffer. Thus, for now, he was going to release it into the biodome and wait to see if any of the humans dropped dead.
Deshwitat on the other hand had already tried to claw his out. They were under his skin, but not in his blood. Too weak to fully claw them out, he ventured out of his room towards the one place that seemed more like home. The biodome held a variety of trees and water. He could lurk there undetected for the surprise attack. With the way this place was always so bright, there were at least plenty of shadowed and he’d fold back into one and would wait.
Perhaps TenSoon had grown too used to his dog’s form, with it’s heightened sense of smell. He took a brief sniff of air before kneeling down by some bushes but didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He’d curse himself for that foolishness later, but for now his concentration was fully on his thigh, where the creature had managed to migrate. He lifted his dress and split the skin, allowing the creature to run out and down to his knee and the grass.
He wasted his time by cutting his arms to release the bugs inside. They were thin and healed slower than usual. At a sound, he pressed his back against the tree and waited, spotting a woman heading in this direction. When she knelt down, the vampire grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back up. Deshwitat secured her arms and pulled her head to the side, and forced --none to gentle -- his canines into the flesh her neck. He had no qualms with killing humans.
TenSoon shrieked with pain as his neck was ripped open, the perfect simulacrum of flesh and tendons and blood sending shock waves of pain through the nerves that the habit of centuries had laid down. Mouthfuls of blood were lost before TenSoon was able to cringe away, the blood flow stopping, the flesh melting back off of his neck away from the attack.
He bit down harder when she screamed, his grip tightening to secure his meal. From what he had heard, people came back all the time, so a meal would be easy to come by. The blood hit his tongue and cooled his thirst. Delicious and ripe, he could feel the cuts on his body already regenerated. His brow furrowed and he opened his eyes. Was she dry already? Seeing the flesh melt back, he jerked away, growling, “What is this?!”
TenSoon’s head twisted round on his neck far further than it should be able to go, staring in horror at his captor.
“Get off of me!” He hissed, wriggling to escape, his lips peeling back from his teeth as his limbs dislocated and pushed.
He growled at the other and wondered what trick this was. He was off her in seconds and not because she had asked. Definitely not human, his eyes narrowed as blood slipped down the corner of his mouth.
“What are you? You taste human,” he asked impolitely behind the material of his gloved hand which had just rose to wipe his mouth clean.
As soon as he let go TenSoon leapt back out of reach, slipping his limbs back into the proper place.
“I’m as human as you are.” He barked back, eyeing Deshwitat briefly before breaking into a run.
He gritted his teeth and nearly snarled back a response before he noticed the other was running away, “Good riddance.” He’d move back into the darker parts of the trees to wait for any other. He hadn’t his fill.
Where: The Biodome
When: Monday
Summary: Deshwitat is hungry, but that woman walking past isn't what she seems
Warnings: Vampirism.
TenSoon strode along the white corridor, his face pinched as he headed for the biodome. There was a creature running around under his skin and, while not painful, it was worrying that he hadn’t let it in. Normally he would have digested the beast without a second thought, but in this place he didn’t know what might be poisonous. It would be just like the consortium to plant something deadly inside of him for the pleasure of seeing him suffer. Thus, for now, he was going to release it into the biodome and wait to see if any of the humans dropped dead.
Deshwitat on the other hand had already tried to claw his out. They were under his skin, but not in his blood. Too weak to fully claw them out, he ventured out of his room towards the one place that seemed more like home. The biodome held a variety of trees and water. He could lurk there undetected for the surprise attack. With the way this place was always so bright, there were at least plenty of shadowed and he’d fold back into one and would wait.
Perhaps TenSoon had grown too used to his dog’s form, with it’s heightened sense of smell. He took a brief sniff of air before kneeling down by some bushes but didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary. He’d curse himself for that foolishness later, but for now his concentration was fully on his thigh, where the creature had managed to migrate. He lifted his dress and split the skin, allowing the creature to run out and down to his knee and the grass.
He wasted his time by cutting his arms to release the bugs inside. They were thin and healed slower than usual. At a sound, he pressed his back against the tree and waited, spotting a woman heading in this direction. When she knelt down, the vampire grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back up. Deshwitat secured her arms and pulled her head to the side, and forced --none to gentle -- his canines into the flesh her neck. He had no qualms with killing humans.
TenSoon shrieked with pain as his neck was ripped open, the perfect simulacrum of flesh and tendons and blood sending shock waves of pain through the nerves that the habit of centuries had laid down. Mouthfuls of blood were lost before TenSoon was able to cringe away, the blood flow stopping, the flesh melting back off of his neck away from the attack.
He bit down harder when she screamed, his grip tightening to secure his meal. From what he had heard, people came back all the time, so a meal would be easy to come by. The blood hit his tongue and cooled his thirst. Delicious and ripe, he could feel the cuts on his body already regenerated. His brow furrowed and he opened his eyes. Was she dry already? Seeing the flesh melt back, he jerked away, growling, “What is this?!”
TenSoon’s head twisted round on his neck far further than it should be able to go, staring in horror at his captor.
“Get off of me!” He hissed, wriggling to escape, his lips peeling back from his teeth as his limbs dislocated and pushed.
He growled at the other and wondered what trick this was. He was off her in seconds and not because she had asked. Definitely not human, his eyes narrowed as blood slipped down the corner of his mouth.
“What are you? You taste human,” he asked impolitely behind the material of his gloved hand which had just rose to wipe his mouth clean.
As soon as he let go TenSoon leapt back out of reach, slipping his limbs back into the proper place.
“I’m as human as you are.” He barked back, eyeing Deshwitat briefly before breaking into a run.
He gritted his teeth and nearly snarled back a response before he noticed the other was running away, “Good riddance.” He’d move back into the darker parts of the trees to wait for any other. He hadn’t his fill.