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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:38 pm
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Kozak lay on his silvery sheeted bed, the black-out curtains pulled back to reveal the full moon. He could smell a faint scent of from the air outside, his fangs forcing their way out of their sheaths, cutting his lip. He took a gulp of air, relishing the before he sits up quickly, opening his window and jumping out. He touches the ground with a light 'tap' from his boots, getting up from his crouch and walking down the path from the 'abandoned' mansion. He bares his fangs from the in the air and breaths in the scent, following the invisable trail. Upon reaching a small clearing he spots the sorce of the smell, a petite laying upon the grass, bleeding out from her wrists, her clothing y. He steps over and kneels down, picking up one of her wrists. He looks it over before licking it softly. He looks her over, lifting her head to find ears burried in her hair atop her head. With a frown he moves to her wrist and lifts it up, licking the off her wrist with relish. He lets out a purr-like sound as he slowly licks away the to reveal the gash. She would die if he did not do something, and she had such delectable . With a grunt he tore open his wrist and hung it over her mouth, opening the soft lips to let it drip into her mouth.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:53 pm
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 1:57 pm
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