#slayur

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𝚃𝙷𝙴      𝚆𝙰𝚃𝙴𝚁      𝚃𝚁𝙸𝙲𝙺𝙻𝙴𝚂,          gentle   flow   of   the   stream,     unaware   of   the   vitality   it   carries,     nor   the   way   which   it   is   coveted   to   soothe   aching   thirst.     it   travels,     which   means   it   is   safe,     and   there   is   likely   a   larger   source   nearby.     a   place   to   stop   for   a   moment   and   rest,     replenish   some   of   their   supplies,     even   bathe.     for   now,     she   fills   the   waterskins,   extends   one   to   her   companion   and   friend.          ❛     here,     take   this.     you   look   tired.     if   we   follow   this,     there   should   be   a   river,     or   lake   soon.     and   from   there,     we   aren’t   far   off   from   the   caves.     it   will   be   safe   enough   there   for   the   night.     ❜

It was easy to get caught up in the bloodlust that came along with the lifestyle of vampirism. Tasting blood was like giving an alcoholic a shot of Whiskey after years of sobriety. It was a slippery slope that Vali had struggled with in the beginning of his vampirism, which was surprising. Vali had never seemed like the impulsive type while he was human, but it looked as if things changed. People changed. He had changed both physically and mentally, as well as emotionally. The thought of draining people of their blood would have made Vali cringe during his human years - now he barely batted an eyelash. That much was obvious by how he nonchalantly tossed the body of the human he had just drained to the ground, his ears perking up at the sound of someone approaching. “You shouldn’t be wandering around in the dark, you know,” he started lightly, turning around on his heel to look at them. “You never know what kind of monster you’ll run into.”