Who: Janos and anyone else
Where: Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Open!
Janos had not had need of blood for some time. In his Aerie there were enchanted founts that provided all the blood he needed to survive. ...not without heavy cost at the beginning, to be sure. But he had to survive, for the Redeemer's sake... Or was it the other? ...or perhaps...
He grit his teeth at the sharp pain in his belly. Five hundred years of death, only recently resurrected...then the Hylden forcing control of his body, and that horrible fight... His body was starved of blood and he had not fed since he had come to this place. Perhaps Vorador had been right about his becoming too dependent on the founts.
But what could he do? No sane human would offer to give their blood to him, even just enough to stave off the hunger temporarily. And he would never forgive himself if he went feral again...
He slumped against the nearest wall, wincing at the strain it put on his wings. The haze over his senses was already beginning. He had to feed as soon as possible.