Post by kuro on Jan 22, 2016 3:43:37 GMT -5
This place was different. Too different to deny it, a chill to his spine. A place where death was almost certain.
It wasn't the place where you came and spoke out of line. That you messed with others, hearing the rumors, it actively told him. Developing a sense of yearning. A dim light that clicked in his head, burrowing into his subconsciousness. A wish to see, to be showcased what true strength was. His fangs had receded. All they were? Weaklings. Every one of them, manpower rather than actual strength. A sour taste in his mouth.
But different. This place was undeniable.
His legs stepped, feet clicking against the ground. A slow stride as he watched the students surrounding him. Within the schoolyard no less, a place open to the public. Shifting eyes. Toothed grins stacking. Readied to quench their appetites. Whet for their tastes. He saw it all. He felt it. The blood-lust in this place. Much like the wild where predators rang supreme, and cattle were morsels for them. Did he feel like that cattle?
Early in the morning. Within the cafeteria. Coffee. A late night readying himself for school. A busy week, had made his eyes red, and his nerves grated. The coffee was black, his tongue stuck out from the taste and heat, burning his tongue a bit. Sour and hot, more sugar and waiting. Grasping for packets, paying what little money he brought. Sitting against a nearby table. Entering the packets of sugar into the coffee. Tasting it softly, and sipping the warmth once again, cooled from the short wait he gave it. Tasty, another sip drank for appreciation of his endeavors.
The clacking of footsteps. Closer they came. Dangerous, eyes still shifting, hunger not quenched for the new livestock in the yard. His fears were true. This place truly dangerous. He didn't shift unconsciously. To wait was to find an answer, or so he thought. Who was it that smelled the flesh that was as new as a just born babe. Who was it looking for the taste of prime meat?
