#sanguis.

As my writing of a vampire allows them to transform into any one animal of their choosing (normally an animal that resonates with them anyway), rather than just always a bat, Miku’s animal is a black cat. She looks like any other black cat, though what might give her away is her more vivid than normal green and red eyes. This may also explain why she has such a friendly affinity with other cats, though that may also be her complete willingness to feed them whenever they turn up. 

Honestly, Miku doesn’t mind animals in general. However, she finds many crawling insects to be gross and would prefer them far away from her general vicinity. 

Miku prefers human blood. This may already be obvious, but she isn’t used to depending on animal blood, and finds the taste to be comparably bad compared to human blood. She’d even prefer preserved human blood (blood bags) over having to find an animal.

Normally, Miku takes little to no interest in other people. In fact, the amount of times she’s seduced someone for their blood could be counted on one hand. But as a result, she really is poor at speaking to others on a level that isn’t just faked social pleasantries, and perhaps poor at opening up on a level further than shallow impulsive thoughts. Attached to this problem is her difficulty truly understanding some thoughts and feelings from others on an sympathetic level, and may even need things explained to her on frequent occasion if she unintentionally upsets or insults. 

It was so hard knowing what to make of anything Miku said, what her intentions are or even just reading her strange and eccentric moods. Really, the way she talks about all of this leaves Hibiki feeling somewhere between a pet and a victim and which side won out really depended on the moment. 

 "I-I think you just want me to say something embarrassing s-so you can keep doing mean stuff without feeling guilty... " Hibiki mutters, chancing a glance up at Miku with an indignant pout. "Well... then again.... I-I don't think you feel guilty at all." 

No. Probably not.

Clearing her throat, Hibiki shakes her head and redirects her attention to the juice in her hand.

"T-Thanks for the food though. I still feel kinda... Weird." Almost as an afterthought, a hand rubs at the bite wound on her neck and she mumbles, "And sore too..." 

“I give you food afterwards this time around and you still have the gall to accuse me of things.” Miku huffed, before merely shrugging and taking a seat over on her couch. “I’m merely a vampire. If I felt guilty for eating, I wouldn’t be...well, I suppose I’d still be around, but I wouldn’t be coherent or behaved.” 

Anyone’s idea of a monstrous vampire...well, most of those were the ones who were just 100% taken by hunger.