It was miserable. not just cold or dirty—it was a kind of suffering that hollowed out the soul MORE the longer one was forced to endure it. wandering from place to place, they moved like a shadow through street. begging, crying, pleading in a language they could barely communicate in just for enough to get them by without the PAIN. each one of them had more to give than they knew. if it was another time, another place...
flesh, organs, muscles, FAT- each were a distinct & delicious flavor they CRAVED desperately. they thought of getting to pick them apart piece by piece, while blood continued to pool around their wounds and made a mess of everything- their mouth flooded with saliva.
being BOUND & sealed... speechless, powerless- It wasn’t just miserable. It was hell on Earth. worse. It had been three days since they last fed from a living being. perhaps more. time was a blurry thing they’d never fully grasped. how many times had the moon risen since? If they had to wait any longer, they were going to go mad. the sun was dipping low again. another night creeping in. soon the streets would fall quiet, the lights would dim, and if they were lucky, they'd find somewhere hidden to rest—or to feed.
...but where? every city, every town, even the countryside… it was all the same. different in appearance, but not in feeling. nowhere felt SAFE for someone like them. their bare feet scraped against the cracked pavement as they turned in that direction, dragging themselves forward. every step hurt. every breath felt heavier. they needed strength. maybe if they could just get a little food in them first, they could think clearly. move faster. hunt properly. it didn't matter what kind- just something EDIBLE-
then they saw it: outside of a church, a man stood ALONE. the yokai paused, battling their own apprehension. slowly, they stepped into the amber light.
" ..can you help me? I’m… hungry. ”
( @malaeartes : dark starter call )