DefeatHe sat there by the water’s edge, it lapped gently at his bare feet as he stared down at his own reflection, mirrored in the dark, still depths. The taste of blood still lingered in his mouth, he had been fed well tonight, and like every night that he was well fed he ended up with a headache, a sharp stinging that he tried so hard to hide from his Master but to no avail, he was nearly always discovered and it caused his Sire to worry. As uncaring as his Sire tried to appear he could always tell when he was fretting about something, this creature was not as dumb as he seemed and caught on rather quickly, though for the sake of those around him he tried his best to feign innocence.Defeat by NoxiousButNice
“I can feel you there.”
He muttered softly as he stared down into his own dark eyes, something in what he saw there wasn’t quite right. Others had noticed it to, ever since they moved to this coven he had caught some of the older members staring at him, as if perplexed about his existen
Questions questions questions. Why always questions?
Yes, I am making pie.
Yes, it is 5:30am and the sun has not risen yet.
Yes, this an absurd hour to make pie.
Yes, I do have an obsession with pie. Deal with it.
No, you may not have pie. This is an absurd hour to eat pie, and more importantly, make your own damn pie.
No, stop stealing my pie. Nu. STAHP. MAH PIE.