Malakai Chmelyk // 'Volos' (volos) wrote in utr_logs,
"Later, then, how's that? I'm famished," The words got a smirk, complete with fangs, as he turned his attention back on the populace wandering the streets.
It didn't take him long before he honed in on a pair of boys, young and rambunctious, stumbling and shoving at one another as they walked from a bar. An easy enough target, to start- and he was always partial to drunk blood. He gently tapped her shoulder and pointed them out.