@shadowraiths // syn and gage
How he longed for a physical body. It was so hard to find a heart that was compatible, even on a planet full of humans. It made his chest ache, his semi-transparent self leaning against some buildings exterior. Nobody noticed him - and he took solace in that, as much as he liked to play with the foul little creatures, he was not in the mood currently.
He was on the hunt.
Syn scanned over each and every human that walked past him, tasting the metallic scent in the air as his ears honed in on their beating hearts. Too old, too weak, going to die soon -- ripe, beating crisp and strong. He licks over his lips, kicking off the wall to follow after the young male.
He was close enough to breathe down their neck, taking more inhales than necessary just to smell the sweet tinge in their blood. “Delicious.” He breathes, not fully conscious that he’s speaking these words out loud. “You’re going to be so good. I could run you for eight months.”