[She's fed enough by this point in the night that Perona's at least in a variable state of mind when she sees--...no, smells Peony. She was crouched in an alleyway, tending to the gunshot wound left by her first victim, cleaning out the small hole and - with a lot of grunting and hissing - managing to take out the bullet itself. She's no experienced doctor, but she has a good enough knowledge of medical procedure that she's improved greatly on over two years back home.
But some antiseptic, gauze, and bandages doesn't stop the ache in her thigh, and she's still not yet fully satisfied her thirst for blood. Again the scent of blood, breath, and alcohol reaches her nose and she crinkles it up, a low growl vibrating in her chest. That was how the first one was...and here she is now, tending to a wound. It shouldn't be difficult is this one is actually drunk, and she shouldn't go crazy now that she can think straight, but...caution. She needs caution.
Standing up with a bit of a wobble, she follows after the scent and--oh. Oh, this is a bit upsetting. Perona hesitates from her spot in the shadows, lips pursing together. She knows this one...Peony, right? That was his name. And while no where near friends, she had a slight fondness towards him. He wasn't one she actively wanted to harm, but then again this is necessity. And she can't override the whisper of her inner beast, muttering to just take a little. He'll understand, it's necessary. You're hungry, and he's a good fellow, he'll understand...
Just as he's about to fall over for the nth time, Peorna glides over and catches his arm. Hopefully he won't question her bedraggled appearance or the blood on her dress. She can always lie about it, too. She's a pretty convincing liar.]
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But some antiseptic, gauze, and bandages doesn't stop the ache in her thigh, and she's still not yet fully satisfied her thirst for blood. Again the scent of blood, breath, and alcohol reaches her nose and she crinkles it up, a low growl vibrating in her chest. That was how the first one was...and here she is now, tending to a wound. It shouldn't be difficult is this one is actually drunk, and she shouldn't go crazy now that she can think straight, but...caution. She needs caution.
Standing up with a bit of a wobble, she follows after the scent and--oh. Oh, this is a bit upsetting. Perona hesitates from her spot in the shadows, lips pursing together. She knows this one...Peony, right? That was his name. And while no where near friends, she had a slight fondness towards him. He wasn't one she actively wanted to harm, but then again this is necessity. And she can't override the whisper of her inner beast, muttering to just take a little. He'll understand, it's necessary. You're hungry, and he's a good fellow, he'll understand...
Just as he's about to fall over for the nth time, Peorna glides over and catches his arm. Hopefully he won't question her bedraggled appearance or the blood on her dress. She can always lie about it, too. She's a pretty convincing liar.]
Too much fun tonight, Peony-san?