Pounding of metallic feet echoed through the halls, the shadow roaming through the darkness of the pizzeria. A low growl rumbled from a fang filled muzzle, the mouth upon his torso grinding it’s long fangs upon each other, sharpening them for his next victim. Silver eyes shifted through the darkness, each growling breath slicing through the silence of the pizzeria as the shadow explored the pizzeria.
Hope raced through the shadow, for he thirsted to see violence, he thirsted to hear the sweet sounds of blood gurgled screams, he lusted to hear the satisfying crunch and snap of fragile bones by his metallic grasp. For him...it’s been far too long since the lovely sight of death laid before him. This lack of satisfaction left him starving, wishing for a flesh bag to walk in here so he could devour them.
Anger...frustration, it caused the shadow to let out a loud snarl to announce his displeasure. This sound, echoing through out the halls. Sure to catch the attention of any who roamed the halls of this pizzeria. Sure enough...he heard the sound of foot steps coming towards him, the shadow turning to look at the culprit of the foot steps.