Nov 21, 2015
When the moon rises
The air was cold and the atmosphere was tense with anticipation. The moon is full. The air was clean. The vampires and wolves left their dens and covens. Yami easily jumped from the rooftop, his elongated fangs practically razors in his mouth. Saliva filled his mouth as he watched his prey walk into his trap; the empty alley way enough cover to get a full nights meal. Twenty minutes later, Yami was wiping his mouth clean of the blood on his favorite handkerchief when a noise- no footsteps became present at the other end of the alley. He quickly looked behind him to see the dead end, and was prepared to run, but he sniffed the air and smelled a familiar scent. @kodainoyami