08-09-2019, 06:26 PM
his logical mind isn't there, at least consciously. mikolaj had come here for this exact reason. to curb his cravings. to stop him from his meaningless attacks. to keep the hunger from getting to his head again like it had before. he had lost control again, but this time, like he had hoped for, there were the numbers to stop him.
perseus was old, but he wasn't dying. he wasn't sick. the shepherd didn't fall under any sort of rules that mikolaj tried to strictly keep himself to. the sense of weakness from the dog's sight only fueled the beasts desire to hunt, but other than that there was nothing else.
crow's attack landed easily, as he was not focused on any of the others around him. unfortunate for mikolaj, his balance faltered and only helped with his teeth meeting red's limb. there's little to no reaction from the lack of flesh. only a struggling step away as multiple shards of teeth are cracked and chipped. mikolaj is still full of vicious snarls, jerking his head left and right to try and loosen him from red's grip until he was suddenly thrown.
the air is knocked from his lungs. the hunger still rages and gnaws at his insides. perseus is lucky for the vampire's stalling, as the old man's attack is successful. the pain is there, but it does not register to mikolaj. he merely continues snapping his jaws repeatedly at perseus wherever he can reach. his ankles. his chest. his throat. he's a wild beast with little control over his instinct while his hunger still crawls through his thoughts.
"SPEECH"
perseus was old, but he wasn't dying. he wasn't sick. the shepherd didn't fall under any sort of rules that mikolaj tried to strictly keep himself to. the sense of weakness from the dog's sight only fueled the beasts desire to hunt, but other than that there was nothing else.
crow's attack landed easily, as he was not focused on any of the others around him. unfortunate for mikolaj, his balance faltered and only helped with his teeth meeting red's limb. there's little to no reaction from the lack of flesh. only a struggling step away as multiple shards of teeth are cracked and chipped. mikolaj is still full of vicious snarls, jerking his head left and right to try and loosen him from red's grip until he was suddenly thrown.
the air is knocked from his lungs. the hunger still rages and gnaws at his insides. perseus is lucky for the vampire's stalling, as the old man's attack is successful. the pain is there, but it does not register to mikolaj. he merely continues snapping his jaws repeatedly at perseus wherever he can reach. his ankles. his chest. his throat. he's a wild beast with little control over his instinct while his hunger still crawls through his thoughts.
"SPEECH"