Who: Abby and OPEN (soft tag Klaus, others welcome!) What: Abby is hungry and searches for a victim When: Several days after Abby's arrival in Preya Where: The streets and alleys of Ravenmoore
It hurt. Abby knew the feeling, the hunger, and she knew that ignoring it would only make it worse, make it harder to control. It was what she was, and coming to Preya hadn't changed that. There was nobody here to help her. She would have to manage on her own. That was alright. That was what she wanted.
One hand on her stomach, the girl made her way barefoot and silent through the streets. She kept to the shadows, her hood concealing her waxen pallor, those eerily pale eyes. There wasn't much time. She had to choose. Softly she snuck down an alleyway, where a man was staggering his way home. He was young, but unkempt, neglected. He stunk of liquor.
He would not be missed, thought Abby. She trailed him, moving further from the lights and sounds of the main street. The hunger was rising within her. Her face was beginning to twist, contort, until she was more thing than girl. A killer, stalking her oblivious prey. She could almost taste it, the sweet metal of his blood. Almost time. She drew closer to him.