This site was truly a wonder.
In front of Luka staggered a drunken looking Shio. He had just crawled into the hallway through one of the open windows, his clothing torn somewhat – stained with blood. His arms were cut open, bleeding heavily. His eyes glazed over, unfocused. His hair a mess, twigs and a leaf caught in the crudely spiked black strands.
She guessed that he had just gone on a very vicious feeding session. Maybe he visited Yen as well outside and they had a rough sex and cutting moment after the session. Her face lit pink at the dirty thoughts involving her guardian and her.. boyfriend? She didn’t know anymore.
Her body pressed against the wall as Shio wandered closer, it looked like he knew somebody was there. But he was having trouble figuring out whom. The pain from his wounds must have been putting him in a half orgasm state or something.
His feet took him into the room on his right, her room. He took in her scent for only a moment, his half attentive brain, mostly working on instinct now, needing only a few seconds to recognize where he was. She followed cautiously, tiptoeing on the carpet behind the blood crazed boy.
Shio began to lean over her tall dresser, the only thing tall enough for him to rest against without completely bending over. His nails scratched at the wood, his wounds bled over the open drawers and onto her brightly colored carpet. Great, stains.
His slender fingers finally gripped something on top of the dresser. He yanked it off, spilling some art books and doodles of Horo in the nude playing kissy face with Coro and Yen. He squinted at the small pen in his hands before holding it to his sharp teeth and biting down on it – hard.
It cracked and popped. The black ink squirted out and splattered on his face and neck. He swallowed the bitter tasting liquid instantly as it poured into his mouth. His fingers held the pen still as it continued to leak more ink down his arm and into his wounds.
Luka stopped staring like a fish and went to tug on Shio to stop eating her art supplies. That really wasn’t good for him…
Yet she was surprised at his deep pleasured growl at the bitter taste and the pain of the ink slipping under his skin and forming new black and demented tattoo’s.
A single drop of ink hit her bottom lip and she couldn’t help but test it by poking her tongue out and tasting the element.