Lupus Verum
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Les managed to suppress another stomach gurgle as Raven returned. He was already salivating as he smelled the freshly cooked meat. The vampire set the tray down. Whatever she did after she set the tray down, Les had no memory of...his entire attention was now focused on the tray of food. For a split second he lost himself in thought: he never had a meal like this in his life. He never had a piece of fresh cooked meat. He felt his eyes whatever as he lost himself to hunger.
He dove on the platter with intensity. He tasted every taste or spice the food had to offer. He felt the heated morsels slide down his throat, warming his entire body. He felt the food slip into his stomach and begin to satiate him. He took a breathe to refill his lungs with air and lick his chops of the grease and spices. Some of the marinade was breathed into the nose. He quickly sneezed as he tore back into his meal with a vengeance. As conscious thought returned, he became aware that he was licking the tray with passion as drool and grease went in several different directions. He licked his chops once again, trying to get the last lingering flavors.
As strength return because of the sustenance, he began to feel exhaustion come upon him as he was forced to sit. All the years of torture, hate, slavery, and abuse and adrenaline suddenly left: he fully realized that he was a slave no longer. He was free. He finally took note, once again, of the vampire.
"Thank you." was all he could barely whisper.
He dove on the platter with intensity. He tasted every taste or spice the food had to offer. He felt the heated morsels slide down his throat, warming his entire body. He felt the food slip into his stomach and begin to satiate him. He took a breathe to refill his lungs with air and lick his chops of the grease and spices. Some of the marinade was breathed into the nose. He quickly sneezed as he tore back into his meal with a vengeance. As conscious thought returned, he became aware that he was licking the tray with passion as drool and grease went in several different directions. He licked his chops once again, trying to get the last lingering flavors.
As strength return because of the sustenance, he began to feel exhaustion come upon him as he was forced to sit. All the years of torture, hate, slavery, and abuse and adrenaline suddenly left: he fully realized that he was a slave no longer. He was free. He finally took note, once again, of the vampire.
"Thank you." was all he could barely whisper.