|Byron Wickes (killingurges) wrote in cirque_rp,|
@ 2017-11-30 19:38:00
|Such a sweet and delicious surprise the Wild Hunt had been. No one had spoken of it previously, but as Byron overheard the event only happened once every decade. How lucky he stayed long enough to experience it. The rules lifted brought a malicious grin to the charming features of the vampire. Young, innocent human employees that decided to test their senses with the darkness that befell the grounds amused Byron to no end. Most ran and hid away after an hour of the initial bloodbath.|
While any hunt involved his childer at his side, they had their own agendas amongst the terror dripping in the air and had seperated for the time. The Night not nearly over for them, Byron had already gorged himself on several humans and merely dissected the rest he had killed. Byron loved watching the desperate and annguished expressions of those being tortured at the end of his blade. It stirred what no other situation could otherwise, emotion from the heartless sociopath.
Leaving a body, slashed at the throat, clothes ripped and blood drained, Byron cleaned his face the a piece of the torn skirt before he noticed another heartbeat closing in. Throwing the bloodied scrap of clothing to the side, he turned the corner toward the Village once to catch the scent and deep red hair of one of the new Kemp girls. His shadow moving ahead of him, he silently slide up behind her. "Leaving so soon?" He whispered in her ear.