Grahame Luck
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Raxenite looks at Stier, nods, then redirects her attention to the boy on the bed. She walks to him stiffly and then lowers herself onto her knees.
"The smell..." Raxenite complains. She gently lifts the boys arm then mumbles, "Get me a bucket..." She raises her voice, "... A bucket!" The scent and thought of tasting bad blood begins to boil her own blood.
The process begins once the bucket is placed next to Raxenite. She punctures the boys arm with her extended fangs and begins to fill her mouth with the repulsive taint. Once her mouth was full, she stopped to spit into the bucket, then continue. She did this several times for about 20 minutes. Each spit, her face expressing regret and anxiety.
As Raxenite slowly drained, the boy's breath was becoming lighter and weaker. For a moment, it seemed like he stopped breathing.
After the 20 minutes of draining and spitting had finished, the bucket was full. Raxenite was gagging so she got to her feet and stumbled her way outside to throw up any bad blood that had been accidently swallowed. The boy was very weak and pale, but still breathing.
"I need to taste good blood..." Raxenite growls to the person that helped her as she stumbled out of the tent.
"The boy... I am sure he will live. Lots of oranges..."
"The smell..." Raxenite complains. She gently lifts the boys arm then mumbles, "Get me a bucket..." She raises her voice, "... A bucket!" The scent and thought of tasting bad blood begins to boil her own blood.
The process begins once the bucket is placed next to Raxenite. She punctures the boys arm with her extended fangs and begins to fill her mouth with the repulsive taint. Once her mouth was full, she stopped to spit into the bucket, then continue. She did this several times for about 20 minutes. Each spit, her face expressing regret and anxiety.
As Raxenite slowly drained, the boy's breath was becoming lighter and weaker. For a moment, it seemed like he stopped breathing.
After the 20 minutes of draining and spitting had finished, the bucket was full. Raxenite was gagging so she got to her feet and stumbled her way outside to throw up any bad blood that had been accidently swallowed. The boy was very weak and pale, but still breathing.
"I need to taste good blood..." Raxenite growls to the person that helped her as she stumbled out of the tent.
"The boy... I am sure he will live. Lots of oranges..."