he'd been more than fine ( or so he led himself to believe ) feeding off of animals, they satiated his hunger but never left him feeling satisfied nor stronger. however it's always been that way, never in the two centuries of his condition has he ever tasted a drop of blood from a person, only animals. the rats in the cellars were never enough and that was only when he was lucky enough to not be starved. now that he's free it's much different, he could sneak out of their cozy camp and find someone who is pitiful enough to sink his teeth into but he doesn't.

the slight fidget in his entire being must've been enough to catch merla's attention, crimson eyes watching as she moves her way over to him. it's an offer that's made so easily and yet the spawn feels an ounce of hesitation, even as she offers him her neck. eyes hone in on her unmarked neck, perfect for him to sink teeth into, taste her life's essence. his uncontrollable hunger grows stronger by the second, taking a step forward as hands grab at her a lot more gently than one would think from a blood thirsty spawn. a hand goes to grab her by the chin and tilt her head to the side, baring her neck to him as his other hand goes to rest on her waist.

leaning down, lips brushing against her pulse point, listening to the rabid beat as lips slowly stretch into a smirk. hot puffs of breath against her skin as eyes shift to look at her out of the corner of his vision, he can only wonder what is going through her head. was she regretting this decision ? to trust a thirsty spawn that's never tasted blood from that other than an animal was incredibly idiotic. ❛ you're playing a dangerous game, darling ... i could drink you dry and yet you offer me your blood oh so prettily. what am i going to do with you. ❜ his voice trails off into a whisper as eyes close, lips part and finally he bites down.