05-02-2008, 01:34 PM
17. Blood
The smell of it seemed to be everywhere. How long he had been fed the red substance down in the caverns he did not know, but the dependence was beginning to take hold of him.
Every woman that crossed his path appeared to him now as a sack of pulsing flesh, ready to be bitten into and devoured. He wanted to sink his teeth into their flesh and pull it from their bones. And he hated every second of it. His parents had done right to try their best to bar him from ever living this life, but in those urges he hated them for his intolerance made his urges that much stronger.
He could not even waste the day away in his room, for if he was late than Lord Totsu would surely come looking for and drag him to his feet to follow the Lord about his business, and past those prime subjects filled with that coursing red humor.
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