Feeding has become obnoxious.
Who: Eric Northman and Reno and Open. Cause, this could get fun.
When: September 17th, around 12 PM.
Where: Somewhere randomly in the city.
Rating: R, I think for Reno, not Eric.
Summary: Eric requires food. And he sets his sight on a redhead.
Status: Complete || Closed.
Something was so odd about the town. After interacting with some of the town locals, he decided right away that their veins must be pumping heavy amounts of LSD, and it was never something that never reacted well in his stomach. It usually ended up with him not happy in any shape or form... This proved another frustrating point as he learned that True Blood did not exist in... where did he end up?
Growling a bit he turned another corner in the darkness, and looked down the ally ways. It was quiet in this town, which was nice for him, but he needed food.
His nose caught something interesting, and his head turned quickly at it. There was a shade of red he caught beneath one of the street lights, and tucking himself back into the shadows he watched as he approached. Red headed male.. they were rare in type, and usually their blood was interesting to the taste. Strong enough that he wouldn't worry about fat in the system. Maybe drugs or liquor.... he was walking well, and he smelled off compared to the rest of the town.
"Go for it," he whispered to himself as he watched as Reno approached closer. His speed, still feeling slow and sluggish was still much faster than the human eye could follow well. He snatched up his wrists tight in his own, and easily dragged him into a dark ally way to pin him against the wall. Fangs appeared quickly from the top of his mouth, and he snatched up the inside of his throat, wanting that fight and that battle instead of sneaking himself an easy meal. Drinking heavily he sucked away at the male's throat, drinking deliciously at the blood.
It was... strange, but nice to his empty stomach.
When: September 17th, around 12 PM.
Where: Somewhere randomly in the city.
Rating: R, I think for Reno, not Eric.
Summary: Eric requires food. And he sets his sight on a redhead.
Status: Complete || Closed.
Something was so odd about the town. After interacting with some of the town locals, he decided right away that their veins must be pumping heavy amounts of LSD, and it was never something that never reacted well in his stomach. It usually ended up with him not happy in any shape or form... This proved another frustrating point as he learned that True Blood did not exist in... where did he end up?
Growling a bit he turned another corner in the darkness, and looked down the ally ways. It was quiet in this town, which was nice for him, but he needed food.
His nose caught something interesting, and his head turned quickly at it. There was a shade of red he caught beneath one of the street lights, and tucking himself back into the shadows he watched as he approached. Red headed male.. they were rare in type, and usually their blood was interesting to the taste. Strong enough that he wouldn't worry about fat in the system. Maybe drugs or liquor.... he was walking well, and he smelled off compared to the rest of the town.
"Go for it," he whispered to himself as he watched as Reno approached closer. His speed, still feeling slow and sluggish was still much faster than the human eye could follow well. He snatched up his wrists tight in his own, and easily dragged him into a dark ally way to pin him against the wall. Fangs appeared quickly from the top of his mouth, and he snatched up the inside of his throat, wanting that fight and that battle instead of sneaking himself an easy meal. Drinking heavily he sucked away at the male's throat, drinking deliciously at the blood.
It was... strange, but nice to his empty stomach.