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
Chapter One: Toxicity.Chapter One:Chapter One: Toxicity. by NoxiousButNice
Thin, bony fingers clutched loosely to the stale white sheets which draped over his frail form. His breath came in struggles pants, each one sounding as if it were to be his last, his chest too heavy on his lungs, barring down on them unrelentingly.
He wheezed, pointed teeth peeking out from behind his blue lips, his body is starving but he will not eat, thirsty but he will not drink, the veins under his sickly toned skin darkened, flowing with the toxic life force that has rendered him to this state, dying yet refusing to die.
Food lay abandoned on the bedside table, completely untouched like the many days prior despite being lovingly prepared.
Another man across the darkened room shifted in his seat, rising without turning on the light, it will only cause the sickly creature more discomfort.
"You're awake." He muttered gently, he keeps the man hidden in a dark quiet room, he is far too weak now, years if consuming his blood had poisoned him, the effects had o
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.