sanguine fluid drips from lips ; the sound of jazz music wafting in from the street . head rolls along the ground , completely torn from its body . the scene of which unfolded was a brutal one ; one which could have been avoided , sure . but , alas , it was too little too late . it was not always this way ; but sometimes , it felt good to let it all out , to R I P people apart limb from wretched limb ; and this individual deserved it [ . . . ] she had little tolerance for disrespect , regardless of what form it takes .
a hunger most intense satisfied , if only for a time . it is a temporary reprieve , and the blood lust is unlike anything she had ever experienced . every cell in her body S I N G S praise as the rush of it takes hold . eyes closed against the sensations , absorbing it , reveling in it . they open again , only to fall upon her father . head cranes fractionally , crimson smile playing at her lips . ❝ . . . oh , um , hey dad . sorry , i , er ___ made a MESS . ❞ the tribrid speaks , hues dancing between him and her deceased dinner . ❝ i’ll make sure to clean it up , PROMISE . ❞
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