- Joined
- Dec 5, 2010
He could smell her scent of roses, and honeycombs. Blood, and ashes.
His throat clenched at the amount of that blood he would have to drink to sate himself.
Silus toed the edge of the granite balcony, tossing the remainder of his wine over the edge. He watched the shapeless mass slip through the air, splashing almost silently on the plants below.
So she was fresh picking. He didn't doubt the oldest demon had crawled out of his cave, sniffing the pungent odor of purest blood. So he had to find her first, no question about that. Fortunately, being a Lordling on Earth granted him more passage than other vampire wandering about.
The wind sifted through his obsidian black hair, strokes of white flashing here and there. The moon complimented his golden eyes perfectly, giving it a carnal edge that would freeze a lion on the spot.
This night would be an interesting hunt.
His throat clenched at the amount of that blood he would have to drink to sate himself.
Silus toed the edge of the granite balcony, tossing the remainder of his wine over the edge. He watched the shapeless mass slip through the air, splashing almost silently on the plants below.
So she was fresh picking. He didn't doubt the oldest demon had crawled out of his cave, sniffing the pungent odor of purest blood. So he had to find her first, no question about that. Fortunately, being a Lordling on Earth granted him more passage than other vampire wandering about.
The wind sifted through his obsidian black hair, strokes of white flashing here and there. The moon complimented his golden eyes perfectly, giving it a carnal edge that would freeze a lion on the spot.
This night would be an interesting hunt.