Lucian was standing in the middle of the forest, the moon shining through the canopy of leaves and reflecting the blood from his latest kill that stained him. He rubbed his nose in the grass, trying to wipe of the blood there. But, it simply refused to come off. Stained with blood...
Stained.
He could feel the voices, quiet but sulking in the back of his mind. They never liked when he hunted. By stepping into the woods, and letting in his thirst and desire, somehow they always decided to leave him alone. Did he repulse even them? Was he too much of...a whatever he was for even them? They knew him best, but they couldn't even accept him like this.
However, he would not spend the next few moments of silence wondering about them. They would not ruin this for him. Humming a disjointed tune, he cleaned his paws as he enjoyed the moonlight.
Lifting his head, his ears tilted catching what he thought was the sound of someone else moving.
