Feb 18, 2008 12:23
A night so calm and peaceful in its darkness and diffused light, the people seem to be looking to be fed from. It’s as if they can sense that there is peace and salvation to be had from my fangs, a lesser of evils that allows them to escape something which has spooked them. My largest challenge becomes controlling my hunger long enough so as not too fall on them like a ravenous wolf on a flock of unguarded sheep.
In my hunger and the strangeness of plentiful and willing prey, I all but ignore the sense of menace and danger that seems to blanket the city. I almost miss the fact that the kine are not paying attention to things around them, a fact that probably saved me from a potential breach of the Masquerade, as the eagerness of the prey may have made me a touch careless.
I look up to where they all seem to be looking and take an involuntary breath, at the startling sight of buildings along the skyline of the city, coated in blood. Though unsettling it is also eerily beautiful to the predator in me, in it’s composition, till one must realize how much blood and death it would require to accomplish such a sight. Then just beyond the buildings, I can sense something moving as I look at it my senses grow cold and sharp as they scream DANGER!!!.
With this I awaken though the sensation of danger still lingers and I am left with this puzzle of a vision.
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