[Two monsters in one place, but one who feels no remorse for the dark deeds it does - for stealing life to sustain itself. At least not in this beastly state.
Drinking deep, Perona's mind begins to fog as well, but with a content, almost euphoric feeling. It's so good to ease the ache of her throat, and the taste is perfection to a starving animal, a true monster. A throty growl rumbles in her chest again, but this time it's more like a purr or a grunt. She's filled up enough with this one, and she can now taste the taint in his blood - the alcohol. Now that she's no longer ravenous she can begin to be picky.
Releasing Vash, Perona sighs happily and licks over her lips, shoving him away from her like a broken, unwanted toy. She's done with this one. He's sated her enough and now his blood taste bitter and strong - too much of whatever he was drinking before masks the sweet, irony taste she hungers for. But this wasn't enough. Not even close to filling her appetite. She needs more, another one without the vulgar taste of ale or wine or whatever this fool had.
Easing herself upright - hissing from the pain in her leg - Perona hobbles back into the darkness of the alleyways to await yet another fool to stray to close. Someone hopefully weaker, less quick, and not a staggering drunk.]
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Drinking deep, Perona's mind begins to fog as well, but with a content, almost euphoric feeling. It's so good to ease the ache of her throat, and the taste is perfection to a starving animal, a true monster. A throty growl rumbles in her chest again, but this time it's more like a purr or a grunt. She's filled up enough with this one, and she can now taste the taint in his blood - the alcohol. Now that she's no longer ravenous she can begin to be picky.
Releasing Vash, Perona sighs happily and licks over her lips, shoving him away from her like a broken, unwanted toy. She's done with this one. He's sated her enough and now his blood taste bitter and strong - too much of whatever he was drinking before masks the sweet, irony taste she hungers for. But this wasn't enough. Not even close to filling her appetite. She needs more, another one without the vulgar taste of ale or wine or whatever this fool had.
Easing herself upright - hissing from the pain in her leg - Perona hobbles back into the darkness of the alleyways to await yet another fool to stray to close. Someone hopefully weaker, less quick, and not a staggering drunk.]