[He's just close enough...concerned for her, probably. Foolish, but she was counting on it. Counting on that foolishness, that kindness, to bring him closer to her. Perona loses out on her battle for control and the beast takes the reigns immediately, baring her teeth and new fangs at her potential meal before flinging herself from the wall at him.
Her once dark irises are a grim wine color around the edge, and she looks more monstrous than lovely...and if Perona's lucky, she'll make a grab for that outstretched arm and pull it right toward her mouth. It's instinctual now - she knows exactly where she needs to sink her teeth into if she gets him arm in her hands. She just has to be quick... But it shouldn't be difficult, right? He's drunk, she can smell the alcohol on his clothes, on his breath...
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Her once dark irises are a grim wine color around the edge, and she looks more monstrous than lovely...and if Perona's lucky, she'll make a grab for that outstretched arm and pull it right toward her mouth. It's instinctual now - she knows exactly where she needs to sink her teeth into if she gets him arm in her hands. She just has to be quick... But it shouldn't be difficult, right? He's drunk, she can smell the alcohol on his clothes, on his breath...
This should be easy.]