#c: cultist [grail]

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Calla Excerpt

Oooooohhhhhh there was nothing like a night of sensation~ Everyone provided something new to the wonderful smorgasboard that was the hungers of life~ Their latest partner had a delicious sense of irony that led to a wonderfully long night of passion and hedonism~

Such a shame that Calla had felt her fangs coming in~

Such a partner would have made for so many excellent nights~

Calla must survive on others, their hunger is nigh constant; hunger for tastes, for passions, for life itself. It will never truly be satisfied. Not while there's so much to feast on and experience; the good, the bad and the ugly.

They wipe the corner of their mouth, do a little scene setting so it looks less like the partner died from being consumed and more like some kind of... self inflicted tragedy, before quietly slipping out through the window. A little help from a Moth summon and there won't be a record of ever having been in that motel. They slip into the crowd, feeling the buzz under their skin knowing that their form is flickering based on the desires of everyone even slightly glancing their way.

Their true appearance? It's been too long, they can scarcely remember anymore. What's the point? Either way, they're ridiculosuly perfect. As long as there's plenty of people to approach and satisfy their hunger~

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