Astharoshe Asran was feeling smug as she spun over the fields as night and landed on the unsuspecting deer out of nowhere. It was a quick dispatch and would be a good meal for the tribe when she brought it back. That was perhaps one of the nicest advantages of her size was using it to surprise and get larger game. She had spooked the others but there would be time for that. Besides most fled to the forest where she knew others were hunting so she wasn’t all that worried. She was feeling some fatique as she had stayed up much of the day twisting some ore she had dug out of the deeper caves and tinkering with it but she was making some progress she supposed. She happened to notice a small bit of movement by the river on the tribe’s side of the water. She couldn’t quite make it out with the tall grass but it was something worth investigating. She was certain it had been a fox. The moonlight freed itself from behind the clouds showing the fields with a light mist tonight that dissipated the closer one got the river and clearly illuminated the Deava vampire who was trying to trace the movement she was certain she had seen.NymiiNym
Eriol was hungry. It ravaged through his bones and blood, clawing within his stomach as he lapped at his lips with a dry tongue. He had starved himself, too hellbent on the chase of another something to occupy his scattered time and mind to remember his own needs. It bit him, as those things often did, forming into a desperate and ravenous hunger that threatened to spill over his morals. The old him would have gladly found dinner in the form of an unsuspecting traveler, but he was a changed man. 