Who: Lucas & Open What: A-hunting we will go When: November 9th, very early Where: The edges of the Cirque grounds Warnings: Murder, cannibalism, Lucas' foul mouth, TBD
They were moving that night. Lucas was pleased by this. Moscow had definitely been fun, with the Hunt and all, but he was getting tired of the endless grey and cold. He wanted to be somewhere else now, the sooner the better. Though before that happened, he needed to eat.
Lucas didn't eat only people. He was a big fan of food in general, in all its varied forms. There was just something to be said for eating what you killed. He could feel his teeth lengthen in his mouth at the thought. Time to get out there.
His show at the Burning Palace was over for the night, so he changed out of his costume, stored his equipment, and headed back toward the Village. There were always a few people milling around there, wanting to go somewhere they were told they weren't allowed. Easy prey, all of them, they never thought twice. Something about the Cirque encouraged their bad choices, it made them feel brave. And that, he could definitely work with.
He found a young woman, pretty thing, separated from her group and trying to flag someone down. It was easy to play the helpful employee, and she just looked so tired. Did she want to come sit for a moment while she called her friends? She smiled and blushed, following him easily. A lamb to the slaughter.
A detour away from his actual trailer took them to the patch of woods behind the Village, and Lucas was on her before she could even scream. Her throat was cut to maintain the silence, and she crumpled to the ground, bleeding profusely. Lucas had to swallow a shriek, instead setting about sating his hunger. His teeth and nails tore chunks of flesh from her body, and blood ran down his chin as he ate. He'd always been a messy eater, particularly when he was overdue to feed.