🩸 WoD Writer WIP Snip Share Saturday 🩸
Okay so I was a liiiiittle too excited about this to wait until I got home. You get it now :3 Thank you to @thesixthplaneteer for tagging me!
This is a snippet coming from a solo chronicle called T.O - Sic Infra I've been playing whenever the whim takes me (moreso just a writing prompt exercise with dice-rolling, but who's counting).
It's from the perspective of Lark Hallows, my Ananke Malkavian.
Mind the lackluster prose, I haven't edited it.
I could see her expression waver. My gaze flickers to a faint vein in her face, trailing down... following the path to where her heart eventually leads.
It's only a pang, an insistent ache, but I feel it grow. Somewhere, a vulture's calling.
I close my eyes, taking in a deep breath—both to steady myself and to further sell the act, only to note despairingly that it gives me a good whiff of her blood. I open my eyes after a moment, moving in slowly to take her hand in mine. Nothing tight, just a loose and gentle thing.
"Sorry if I made things awkward earlier, but... I'd really like to do this again. If you do, too."
It wasn't a conscious decision, to make myself alluring in only the way a predator of my type would. I don't... like doing it, but this is important. This will go the way I need it to.
With a nod—even a kiss to the cheek, if you could believe it—I leave. Once out of her condo, I race to the ground floor as fast as I reasonably could. Masquerade intact.
I find the broken bluejay, still faintly wailing—though its beak doesn't move. Curled up against one of the many corners along the busy Toronto streets, feathers matted with blood. Several hours old, it had rained. No time to properly scavenge, I pull out the bags I always keep on me—can never be too prepared. I pay no mind to any stares or comments, collecting another grisly trophy like a Kindred possessed. This holds the answers I did not have earlier—I know it's true, even as the birdsong finally fades from earshot.
