There had been so very many stark differences from the realm that he had left, and this new one that he inhabited. Where once there had only been elves to feast upon, now he was offered a plate with so many delicacies. Each new species a new flavor upon his palate, a new feeling to experience as he let his fangs sink into their neck. Or their chest, or perhaps somewhere else that they begged him to bite into. How careless these creatures were, to offer themselves up to him as if he would not drain them of their blood. As if he would not bleed them out for his own amusement, just to watch them decompose as if they had never existed in the first place.
Blood was smeared from the corners of his mouth, along his neck until it had dried upon his chest. Perhaps he should have cleaned himself up, wiped away any evidence that displayed what he had done behind a closed door within the castle. Vampires lurked around every corner, filled the spaces within the crowd; he had watched the mortals throw themselves at the fanged creatures, begged to have themselves bitten into. Who was to argue that Din'an had not fed from that which had done the same? That had offered themselves over to him for a simple bite. He had always enjoyed a challenge, but who was he to deny a readily available meal?
It was yet again upon his mind, within his thoughts as the hunger persisted in the back of his throat. Always hungry, forever insatiable. His gaze lingered over the crowd, until an intriguing sight caught his attention. A creature, handsome as ever, had his gaze upon the elf. His finger pointed precisely in his direction. A brow peaked slowly, an amused expression caught upon his features. The hunger at the back of his throat seemed to grow steadily, though it seemed to beckon for something else, as well. Sweet words reached his ears, and the elf wasted little time as he slipped through the crowd, as he drew himself close. "And what might you be?"
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