PHOEBE
Phoebe snarled again at Ashetta and her offer. She didn't need it. This kill was fresh and perfect, steaming and delectable. The girl continued to gorge, eyes locked on the other woman, watching for any sign that she might move forward to take her food. That she might get sick from it? Ha! The blonde tilted her head back and laughed, teeth and throat a digusting mix of red blood and blight, her laugh cold and mirthless. This wouldn't make her sick, not like her cooked foods did. This was her meal, she didn't need blankets nor a bath. She was better now than she had ever been.
But then the girl threw something and she startled, jumping back and snarling in a clearly inhuman fashion. But...it was just a metal thing. She sniffed and slowly moved forward, eyeing Ashetta warily as she snatched it up, opening the top and casting it aside. Phoebe sniffed the contents to confirm it was water before drinking from it, holding it with both hands.
But then the girl threw something and she startled, jumping back and snarling in a clearly inhuman fashion. But...it was just a metal thing. She sniffed and slowly moved forward, eyeing Ashetta warily as she snatched it up, opening the top and casting it aside. Phoebe sniffed the contents to confirm it was water before drinking from it, holding it with both hands.
When dark creeps in and eats the light
Bury your fears on sorry night
For in the winter's darkest hours
Comes the feasting of the Vours
No one can see it, the life they stole
Your body's here but not your soul
