Day Four - Evening Who: Cielo & L Lawliet What: Hunting & Noise WTFery When: Evening, after dark Where: The forest, to start Rating: PG-13ish? Status: Active
The thick drip of blood and the satisfying tear of flesh nourished him, but the aerial battle with the pair of vultures hadn't been as gratifying as he had hoped. True, the devouring did satisfy the ever-present bestial need but the birds had barely fought - it was a battle too easily won and so the taste was slightly bitter as the last feathered bit slid down his throat.
The blue-skinned demon lounged back on taloned heels for a long moment and, as he watched the last light fade from the sky, his wing-like arm raised to wipe the last of the blood from his mouth. The thought that he should return to safety occurred to him but he knew that a bit of washing up would be required if he didn't want to give away the fact that he had spent the early evening hunting raw flesh; this meant that he'd have to find the gym and, before that, a good change of warmer clothes would be nice - he really didn't want to catch cold, if it could be helped.
His human appearance restored, Cielo stood and slowly stretched. He spared the clearing where he had feasted a brief glance but there was nothing glaringly obvious to give away what had happened - and he was too new to the idea of having to cover his habits to really care if it did look like something had been killed. Shrugging mentally, Cielo began the long walk to the edge of the forest, but he stopped cold just as he came to the border.
An unnatural noise seemed to fill all his senses and Cielo found himself quite unable to move, aside from the effort it took to turn his head in the direction from which the noise had come. Eyes wide, he watched as the vague, shadowy forms of trees fell in the distance and the ground shook violently under their weight as they struck home. The noise faded almost as quickly as it had risen, but Cielo still stood at the edge of the forest, torn between the sensible idea of running for the nearest building and the foolish idea of trying to figure out just what was causing all the disturbance.