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[div style="width: 310px; font-family: verdana; color: #B07224; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]BROKEN, RUINED, DEAD.
Murder.
Something that Oni had experienced on his own terms at one point. After all, he had murdered a clan mate when he was starved of blood. That was also the day that he had awakened his werewolf genetics. Murder, gore, blood. Everything was so familiar, but also unfamiliar to the male felidae. He didn't quite understand why they had to kill to survive, why the vampires like him had to drink blood to survive.
But he did know that he couldn't live without it. While it was the only food he could eat and keep down, it still drove him crazy. The smell of blood was something he had to keep himself away from, but this was unavoidable. A single cold blue optic searched his surroundings before his enhanced senses zeroed in on the faint smell of fresh blood. His mouth watered, his legs aching as he moved them faster than thought could process beforehand.
When he arrive at the scene, he was met with the sight of Roy Mustang, bleeding and dead on the ground before Thea. His eye widened, and Onision had to resist the urge to sing his jaws into the fresh corpse before him. He hadn't gotten any control over his vampire urges either, this was really shitty. The smell was amazing..
No. He couldn't go after the corpse of his buddy group's leader. No. He was a good friend of Margaery and Suite's, too. "What happened?" Growled Onision as he covered his nose with a paw, trying not to inhale the scent of blood. Instinctively, his fangs extended at the sight of it, but Oni couldn't allow any more than that.
[/td][/tr][/table]Something that Oni had experienced on his own terms at one point. After all, he had murdered a clan mate when he was starved of blood. That was also the day that he had awakened his werewolf genetics. Murder, gore, blood. Everything was so familiar, but also unfamiliar to the male felidae. He didn't quite understand why they had to kill to survive, why the vampires like him had to drink blood to survive.
But he did know that he couldn't live without it. While it was the only food he could eat and keep down, it still drove him crazy. The smell of blood was something he had to keep himself away from, but this was unavoidable. A single cold blue optic searched his surroundings before his enhanced senses zeroed in on the faint smell of fresh blood. His mouth watered, his legs aching as he moved them faster than thought could process beforehand.
When he arrive at the scene, he was met with the sight of Roy Mustang, bleeding and dead on the ground before Thea. His eye widened, and Onision had to resist the urge to sing his jaws into the fresh corpse before him. He hadn't gotten any control over his vampire urges either, this was really shitty. The smell was amazing..
No. He couldn't go after the corpse of his buddy group's leader. No. He was a good friend of Margaery and Suite's, too. "What happened?" Growled Onision as he covered his nose with a paw, trying not to inhale the scent of blood. Instinctively, his fangs extended at the sight of it, but Oni couldn't allow any more than that.
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