Fire in the Rain

rs split open. Noctavion and Fatalis followed the short corridor, which another great

feastin

for an uncountable amount of years. One feast was not enough. The blood dolls, humans who served the vampyrial app

g heartbeats tuning into Fatalis and Noctavion's ears

he table of clothes untouched. The primal preferred to dine in the nude, feasting for q

but the darker, thicker doll gave her bloody sweet tooth a flavored kick. She fed on the darker girl's neck, then feasted on the other. Both whimper

full embrace. She squeezed the doll's fat ass cheek; sweet red lines dripped from her cla

eathly edge was reached. The blood doll completed the pile. Satisfied, her purr

h bloody finger and nail gliste

e-educate him. If not for the will of the Bloodmother, Naia's displeasure would be lost

ed his hands behind his back. A perfect postur

s. She quickly licked. Then a lite moan followed. Noctavion waited. Was she to answer

city light had taken her attention, skyscrapers fill

ion was wise enough to enlighten her. For his sake. She had no qu

forged upon new soil. In time, the carnage ceased before more blood could be spilled. It was the pacifists' path to bett

nt into a kneel, staring at pools of blood, the pile of bodi

ave flash of ambition sparkled h

ed forward

s an enemy to ambition, but it was not going to defeat him. Wet steps alerted her approac

stood over h

inion over the vampyrial brood. Every fang from here to the realms beyond the wastes will heed your call. In fact, the moment you drew your first, raw breath into this ne

sant. How her claws flexed as if provoked to slaughter was even m

aken. Never to surface. To abandon your right in the governing of their careless reign. I have traveled the far corners of the planet to change that

eel. Red footprints leaving behind perfect steps at her wake. The news on t

uggling to overpower another. Politics. Pity filled her from wit

ed. "They, too, fight to claim themselves as equals. Th

created them." She pa

dded. "If on

y wi

my place is a

that case, she'd try her hand at scolding him to reason, to quit his ambition and let the primal do

ng of his neck or remov

r

ision to find her eyes drawn to the city beyond the wall of g

er bare heels. "The only rew

ulder at him, still kneeling, like the obedient vampyrial thrall he was. As soon as her lips moved, she was no longer speaking the primal tongue. Her English was amazingly fluent. "W

and respectfully closed his