06-06-2024, 06:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-06-2024, 06:30 PM by METEOR. Edited 1 time in total.)
METEOR
Meteor stretched out on the warmed rock. He watched Kole’s eyes as the coyote crunched on the established boundaries and his own emotions. If the coyote couldn’t be trusted to manage his hunger, then Meteor was prepared to electrocute the templar. But he didn’t need to say that, did he?
“Might?” He sounded amused.
But then the vampire did as a vampire do. And it did hurt. Meteor hissed; the muscles of his shoulder contracted against the pain.
Then the lion exhaled and relaxed. The bite numbed out, though he had a vague sense of pressure and tearing. Kole’s vampirism, at least during the bite itself, seemed to mimic true vampire bats. Meteor hadn’t been bitten by a vampire bat, but, in his adolescent travels, he ran into a colony of vampire bats and a weirdo who liked feeding them with his own blood. Weird, but who was an aspiring cannibal pharaoh to judge?
Honestly, Meteor still didn’t see the appeal of being a blood bag for a vampire bat colony. But for Kole? Maybe the vampire would be stronger if ‘sufficiently fed.’ Maybe having a vampire attack dog would be useful.
Kole would need to be useful, if he wanted more than this taste. Nothing much to do but meditate while the coyote’s teeth sank into the lion’s flesh.
After a few moments, Meteor’s paw reached for Kole’s shoulder and attempted to gently—but firmly—push him off. “Enough, Kole.” Meteor smirked, but didn’t raise his head off the warm rock. Too comfortable to bother. “That should suffice for a few days. By then, you'll have proved yourself, hm?”
can't let the hands of time enslave us.
that's not how i'll go!
like the men we are
that's not how i'll go!
————— ⬆ ————— pharaoh — dating kole — descendants of the departed ————— ⬇ —————
these memories fade to stardust, let's brave the world like the men we are