Who: Logan and Devon What: The dog takes over When: Wednesday night Where: The halls of Idris Rating: TBD
Logan was craving meat.
It had been a very subtle craving, starting from when he was cooking some soup for Devon, and had added a bit of chicken meat into the stock. Logan had noticed his once-good friend looking a little sickly, and had dropped by to give her something warm and soupy. Now, however... he was feeling... very, very odd.
His nose twitched at the scent of meat, and he licked his lips, wondering what it would feel like to sink his teeth into a raw steak. Strangely, the thought didn't repulse him at all, and Logan could feel his blood rush at the imagined sensation of swallowing flesh, of blood dribbling down his throat. It was exhilarating and enticing... Just... he just needed something to quench his thirst, his seemingly insatiable hunger.
He wanted to kill something.
Ignoring the slight trembling of his body, he stumbled down the hallways, feeling as if he should be somewhere... doing... something. His eyes caught the faintest movement out in the woods. The woods. Prey... He would find prey there.
Slowly, he turned his steps towards the quickest path to the outside, needing to smell the fear of prey, to hunt... to kill...