
12-16-2006, 06:17 PM
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Re: The Thist for Blood (Sakume)
OOC: Sure. It's okay. You say a human, eh? Very well. I'll use Sakume as before.
BIC: "Faster, faster, faster!" she told herself in a hiss. Her dark orbs ceasingly scanned the town as her feet pushed her high into the air. She leaped from one rooftop in the top to the next, always sensing the air. Her brother's scent, that of a thick mixtures of wood, came to her. He seemed to be further off than before. "How?" she wondered silently to herself.
She took a moment to land in an alley, semi-deciding on if she wanted to dine on the delectable heap of trash nearby, it mattered not what she ate, but rather that she consumed it quickly. She had no time for trifling matters such as eating and sleeping. She knew her condition likened to that of obsession, but she didn't care.
She came down almost on top of someone, very shocked. A flash of bright light came to her in the form of a blade, and she narrowly dodged. She leaped into the air once more, her dark eyes glaring knives at the person that dared to attack her in such a time. She snarled as she stepped forward out of the shadows.
"Who are you?" she snarled, her eyes slitting together.
"One who needs to feed." The reply came to her ears.
"So we are alike." She replied, knowing very well herself the need and pangs of the hunger unsatisfied. "I sense you are in fact not a werewolf like me, your appearance tells me this. However, you seem to be a creature of darkness, perhaps a vampire, one of my hated enemies. I cannot help but doubt this, though." She heard a licking sound, almost as if her opponent slid his tongue about his lips in anticipation of her blood. "You do want me then. I can sense it. Well then, if there will be no changing of your mind."
"There won't be." His voice stated, almost calmly.
"Well then..." Sakume trailed off, drawing her twin claws and clashing them together, her hair put back in a ponytail as it swayed slightly in the breeze of the wind. After twirling once to show she found herself ready to fight, she motioned for him to come closer. "Have at me."
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