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DyingWillFlame
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Why me….
The young women wheezed as she stared at the impossible creature before her. He had never tried anything so fulfilling before, his skinner fingers delicately pulled inch by inch. Her life was slipping away, lips parted in a silent scream, salty warm tears beating down on his jersey.
Father is hungry, he answered adjusting his hand slightly. Children can't sustain him any longer, with a pause he glanced up at the moon. It's stars seemed to burn brighter than ever before and a smile formed on his face.
Yes, just a couple more until he's risen.
A final high pitched scream left her cracked lips before the light dispersed from her eyes. Her lifeless body landed with a solid thump as he handled the glowing ball of energy carefully. Letting it up to his face he face a slight whiff before placing it within his left pocket.
We should go, he spoke once more as a small boy fumbled from the woods. His blonde hair looked as if it hadn't seen a decent comb in weeks, without so much as a second glance at the victims body. He held out a hand towards white haired beauty, Jeffery learned a lot just by watching his master work. How difficult it was to steal a soul from an adult as the voices grew louder.
"But we need one more," Jeffrey pressed, his large blue eyes castes upward to the man who gave him new life. "That won't last him another four days."
Patience little fawn," his master cooed that sent a slight shiver up his spine. The large elegant deer horns seemed to glow brighter, sheets of cotton colored locks fell down his slender back touching the ground. Jeffery little fingers touched his own small nubs and frowned.
Contracting a soul from an adult is noisy, yet gives father a remotely full stomach. Next time, we can try someone of a middle age. Would you enjoy that?
Jeffery nodded enthusiastically, his small legs barely keeping up with his instructors long strides. His silky hair burning through the darkness of the trees before the sounds of approaching humans were just a muffled sound.
"What was her name?" Jeffery asked once they stopped at a familiar clearing.
Glenda Barker lived to be eighteen, his instructor answered.
Jeffery mind sparked at the familiar name, his ears flapped and he pondered the name for a bit longer.
Humans are nothing to think about little fawn, he heard his instructors voice breath. After all, it's hunting season.
The young women wheezed as she stared at the impossible creature before her. He had never tried anything so fulfilling before, his skinner fingers delicately pulled inch by inch. Her life was slipping away, lips parted in a silent scream, salty warm tears beating down on his jersey.
Father is hungry, he answered adjusting his hand slightly. Children can't sustain him any longer, with a pause he glanced up at the moon. It's stars seemed to burn brighter than ever before and a smile formed on his face.
Yes, just a couple more until he's risen.
A final high pitched scream left her cracked lips before the light dispersed from her eyes. Her lifeless body landed with a solid thump as he handled the glowing ball of energy carefully. Letting it up to his face he face a slight whiff before placing it within his left pocket.
We should go, he spoke once more as a small boy fumbled from the woods. His blonde hair looked as if it hadn't seen a decent comb in weeks, without so much as a second glance at the victims body. He held out a hand towards white haired beauty, Jeffery learned a lot just by watching his master work. How difficult it was to steal a soul from an adult as the voices grew louder.
"But we need one more," Jeffrey pressed, his large blue eyes castes upward to the man who gave him new life. "That won't last him another four days."
Patience little fawn," his master cooed that sent a slight shiver up his spine. The large elegant deer horns seemed to glow brighter, sheets of cotton colored locks fell down his slender back touching the ground. Jeffery little fingers touched his own small nubs and frowned.
Contracting a soul from an adult is noisy, yet gives father a remotely full stomach. Next time, we can try someone of a middle age. Would you enjoy that?
Jeffery nodded enthusiastically, his small legs barely keeping up with his instructors long strides. His silky hair burning through the darkness of the trees before the sounds of approaching humans were just a muffled sound.
"What was her name?" Jeffery asked once they stopped at a familiar clearing.
Glenda Barker lived to be eighteen, his instructor answered.
Jeffery mind sparked at the familiar name, his ears flapped and he pondered the name for a bit longer.
Humans are nothing to think about little fawn, he heard his instructors voice breath. After all, it's hunting season.