#//She probably looks like a toddler to him tho just on account of the 600+ years of existence PFFFFFT

[ironmaidenxsteelheart]

Behind Miles, the sound of metal, gently clanking, rears his senses. Her heightened faculties were a curse, but God willing, there was always a purpose. When you are the only one to hear screaming from the Inn at the edge of town, twice the footfalls padding through foliage, and the only one equipped to deal with the threat at hand, you thank God for the light He provides in darkness. "Back away, beast. Don't make this a fight." Imania stands, stance at-the-ready, with broadsword unsheathed and leveled in a two-handed grip. Her face is dark with anger, compressed into a cool, even facade. "You'll be tried, fairly, in tribunal, for your crimes. Stand down, and come away peacefully." In the silence, a ticking noise emanates, barely audible at all.

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God, it felt good to feed...

Miles hated the process of feeding, the running and screaming and tears and begging, but the moment his fangs pierced a person's neck and the hot blood poured into his mouth it was well worth the effort. He closed his eyes and drank deeply, the blood easing the burn in his throat, as the man he had hunted made soft, choked groans while twitching under him. He had cornered him into a old abandoned looking barn after chasing him through a corn field, and by Miles' knowledge there would be no one around to interrupt him. At least, so he thought...