Eat The Rude (isinthedetails) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2014-07-15 16:27:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !plot, ~sookie stackhouse |
Who: Hannibal and Sookie
What: Coming to terms with a terrible power.
Where: The Forest
When: Backdated to Monday eve.
Rating: Probably high
Open: Not without good reason!
Status: Ongoing
Never had he been such a vulgar predator as he was now. The forest that gave home to hundreds of species was still and quiet. Each creature was as silent as it could be as if it knew the danger they were in, as if they could pick up on the scent of blood and death that oozed from what Hannibal had become.
Blood and animal flesh dripped down his shirt. His suit torn from sleeve to sleeve from his latest feast. It was a large beast, one that had fought well but in the end, Hannibal had overcome it with considerable ease. But with every animal that died in his path and every drop of blood that touched his lips, his hunger grew and grew.
He was disgusted with what he had become. His already peculiar moral compass that once held dignity and class, had diminished.
Hannibal fell to his knees and caught his reflection in a small stream of water. He was exhausted from the transformation. His face gaunt and teeth as sharp as sharp as knives, the sight sickened him. His eyes slid shut and he could hear every paw drop, every scuffle in the trees, every heartbeat.