[One emopire, fresh from a harrowing family conversation with a certain half-deimos, is feeling especially on edge and trying to play it safe by keeping his distance from people ftm. His destination: the forest.]
[A deep growl echoes within his throat as his eyes lock in on the bared wrist, temporarily flashing a bit of their bestial red. Just the barest hint of pulse thrumming near his ears.]
[Good for you. I've gone into mostly autodrive. So giving one last conflicted look before violently biting into wrist, nails driving into the rest of Doyle arm.]
[Shakes a little, eyes tightly closed, as he drinks from the wrist, hating how good it feels to taste the blood splashing over his tongue. Even if the taste it nowhere near as sweet as he's used to. This has a bitterness to it that would make it difficult to swallow if not for the hunger. That need alone sets the pace for how quickly he feeds.]
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I... I told you I don't want...
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Yeah...
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*at least... he hopes*
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[Immediately snatches arm and drags it closer.]
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