EAT YOUR HEART OUT!

lesbians are obsessed with them.

                                Tiir cocked his head back a smile crossing over his lips, “KIll me?” whoops had he pissed her off by his choice of kill? The girl had simply been a easy target alone, distracted by her phone, thing arms like twigs easy to snap. When it came to kills Tiir didnt discriminate, age, gender all were fair game in his books. “As tantalizing as that sounds I’ll have to pass ~” he hums. 

                           He didnt feel like a fight right now, full and content in his position the Ghoul only wanted to retreat back to his den. Hug his children and rest for the remainder of the night.  

‘ oh that wasn’t a request-- i don’t need to ask for your permission to kill you. fortunately-- the law and my job allows me to do so... ‘

throwing the arm to the wall, she’d simply walk in closer to the ghoul. she wasn’t too interested in the body-- but the potential body. those she’d found on her own were fair game to eat after all. those were free feed for the starved woman. of course, it would be brushed off as some cannibal feasting on some unsuspecting ghoul who was also feasting. a bigger fish eating a smaller one who got hooked on a fishing line.

licking her fingers, she would focus in on him and him alone-- after all. if she got caught by anyone-- the moment would be sponged from the record. after all, it paid off to befriend some people above you.

                  He quirks an eyebrow at her before giving it a shrug. Bending down the male snapped off an arm before tossing it her way. “eat to your hearts content, im dont here anyways.” He kicks the corpes once before moving to leave. It was that of a youth, maybe 17 years of age younge and pretty- or at least she had been before the ghoul had torn her limb from limb, devouring holes in the mangled body. 

‘ yknow, most ghouls wouldn’t be so nonchalant about such a statement-- but maybe you’re a lil stupid, ‘ catching the arm, she’d toy with the limb. granted, she would lick off the blood that would still drip from the freshly ripped limb onto her own hands.

sure-- she didn’t look like an investigator, yet to overlook what would ostensibly be the most incriminating crime scene. if she could just take a couple bites was against the job description. against any doves rules and morals. but-- who cared about those anyways?

people deserved to die.

heels clicked as she made her way through the darkened corridor. the sounds of the city slowly muddling out as she stepped further and further away from the lit streets. people so casually spending their time doing their silly little tasks. hanging out with their so called friends. they didn’t even smell the fresh corpse that laid feet away. how tantalizing the scent was to her-- the overwhelming scent of iron and rust-- the warm flesh just ripe for biting into--

however-- someone else was in the way.