Post by Rowland Cantwell on Feb 21, 2011 0:48:01 GMT -4
Rowland had felt the searing fire burning within him all damned day and nothing seemed to work as far as quenching it. He had done his best to stick to the woods as he knew he needed to be away from anything alive, dead or undead it really didn't matte at this point as he was damned company for any and all things it was simply a matter of the circumstance and in which it presented itself to him. The sun had long since set and Rowland knew he would not be back at the house to meet Mary's maker. He made the choice not to return if he did return he wouldn't be able to account for his actions and that was a gamble he was not at all willing to take.
Rowland knew her maker meant far more to her then he did and no matter the circumstance Rowland was not about to take that from her as well so he made the choice to stick to the woods and he would have done just as well had he not heard the loud thrumming of a heart nearby. He had attempted as Maya had suggested different alternatives and as repulsive as squirrel tasted it was in fact a means to an end...again a repulsive means to an end but a means none the less. The faint laughter of what could only be a young girl filled the nearby woods and Rowland felt his eyes darken as well as something deep within him which he could hardly harness.
He could simply take a bit...just a small bite...Maya had said he could learn to take just a bit...he could learn to stop...
You can practice with this bitch!
Rowland's eyes narrowed as the red head staggered into focus nearly bumping into him. She immediately smiled up at him as she drunkingly realized she was not as alone as she may have thought.
"Are you losht too?" The human girl slurred.
Rowland slipped a possessive hand around the girls waist as he firmly guided her to the ground without much effort at all; the alcohol had done the hard work for him.
"I'm right where I need to be..." Rowland whispered gently in her ear as he brushed his fingers along the girls neck as he allowed his eyes to dance across her pale flesh as his own tongue licked across his dark lips. The taste of human blood would never be replaced but he could learn control.
He would have just a bite...only a small taste of her sweet nectar.
A small cry of surprise sounded from the girl as Rowland buried his head into her neck; his fangs slicing into her neck sending a torrent of her warm blood gushing into his waiting mouth.
Rowland knew her maker meant far more to her then he did and no matter the circumstance Rowland was not about to take that from her as well so he made the choice to stick to the woods and he would have done just as well had he not heard the loud thrumming of a heart nearby. He had attempted as Maya had suggested different alternatives and as repulsive as squirrel tasted it was in fact a means to an end...again a repulsive means to an end but a means none the less. The faint laughter of what could only be a young girl filled the nearby woods and Rowland felt his eyes darken as well as something deep within him which he could hardly harness.
He could simply take a bit...just a small bite...Maya had said he could learn to take just a bit...he could learn to stop...
You can practice with this bitch!
Rowland's eyes narrowed as the red head staggered into focus nearly bumping into him. She immediately smiled up at him as she drunkingly realized she was not as alone as she may have thought.
"Are you losht too?" The human girl slurred.
Rowland slipped a possessive hand around the girls waist as he firmly guided her to the ground without much effort at all; the alcohol had done the hard work for him.
"I'm right where I need to be..." Rowland whispered gently in her ear as he brushed his fingers along the girls neck as he allowed his eyes to dance across her pale flesh as his own tongue licked across his dark lips. The taste of human blood would never be replaced but he could learn control.
He would have just a bite...only a small taste of her sweet nectar.
A small cry of surprise sounded from the girl as Rowland buried his head into her neck; his fangs slicing into her neck sending a torrent of her warm blood gushing into his waiting mouth.