#dw abt it its just a flesh wound he'll be fine LKSJAFLKASFLKJ

[fxrtunas]

    Oh, delicious. Delicious.

    Blood coats her nails. It paints the whites of the stranger’s shirt. It surrounds the hole in the stranger’s stomach. How gruesome. How messy. But, oh, how exceedingly pretty it all is. Especially since he’s still seems to be breathing. Stuttered half-breaths, eyes flickering, mind barely conscious. Such a gorgeous viera, too. A shame that he’s to become Naila’s next meal.

    And Naila barely holds herself back from finishing the job. The aroma of this aether is simply too magnetic, too strong, but she knows she must savour it. There’s no telling when she will feast on it again. She has no idea why it smells so good either but it must be special for it simply sings to her.

    Hands shaking from the duress of her barely restrained instincts, she settles clawed fingers atop a bloodied cheek, and inhales.