Grim Curiosity [Open]

Sam had had a taste of blood now. As much as he hated the idea of suddenly becoming a bloodlust-filled monster, now that he had done it once, the whole thing was a lot less scary. He had drunk blood, it had been good, and he wasn't in any kind of trouble about it. Or at least, he wasn't in any kind of official trouble. He wasn't sure how Remi felt about the whole thing anymore. But he knew now that it would be hard to resist the opportunity it if came up again. While he still went to the shrine to refill his fluids...the taste of blood and the simple rush of taking it kept coming back to his mind. However, there was another issue. He didn't know many people; and the people he did know would likely not be willing for him to drink their blood. Even if they would be willing, he was not bold enough to ask unless his life was on the line, as it had been with Remi. But...he had begun to think, what if he didn't take blood from people? At first he had just intended to go the market and find some meat, drink blood from that; but thinking about it: if that worked, would that not be what every Ascended did? And he had never heard of someone going to slurp on the meat stall. He reasoned it was likely it had to be blood from a live source. So...that was how he had found himself in the fields, looking for. Something. He wasn't sure biting on a cow would be a good idea (stomped under hooves wasn't a fun way to go) but was looking for a rabbit. Whether he would actually have the guts to bite into one once he found it was still up in the air, but he crouched down low and crept about the fields, looking exactly like the prowling killer he didn't want to be. SAMUEL Another little digit on my lifespan, what a bore And what once was fresh and green Now marches in the ranks of the obscene This whole transfiguration thing is such a chore