| Eric Northman ( @ 2009-08-28 11:18:00 |
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| Entry tags: | pomme_de_sang, the_northman |
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Eric had just fed on another of the few humans in this place, glamouring the whole experience out of his mind, and was now stalking through the streets, thinking about the many issues this place brought up.
He couldn't very well keep glamouring humans until they were all broken, empty shells.
Then a building called out to him, or so it seemed. Well, the front doors were wide open, and when he walked in he realized it was an abandoned bar he was standing in. What were the chances. A potential solution to several of his problems.
He stood in the doorframe, turning back to the street, and grabbed the nearest-coming cat creature. "Whose is this place?"
"Anyone's," it answered, and he let it go.
"This place gets stranger by the minute," he thought out loud.