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any other vampire alterhumans got their own species lore? like wym vampirism is contagious and i can only drink human blood... nuh uh
Recently I've been craving human blood.
People always say it's the quietest at night, I think they're probably wrong. Or maybe I just have superhearing, but recently I've found, during restless walks around town, that everything is so much louder. It startled me at first, the loudness. But as I found that I could drone in on sounds and where they were coming from, I was eerily calm. It was the way my head snapped with precision when a noise was 'too close' that took me a while to get used to. Automatic like gunfire to where the sound was, as if waiting to strike. Like a midnight hunter, prowling. And thats when I noticed it. The hunger. at first I wasn't sure what it was, but I could taste it on my tongue. I think, if I hadn't been able to taste it, I wouldn't have realized. To give some background, when I was a child, at some point, I had found out that if I open my mouth and breathe in through it while smelling something at the same time, that it would enhance the smell. I think I had read somewhere about cats doing it in 'Warrior cats' and found a way to mimic it, but anyways, it's become a habit when I'm on edge, one of my animalistic inclinations that almost always overtook my human ones when I was walking alone at night. As if a part of me just turned feral. Like I was no longer human but a coalescence of all of the animals i'd encountered. I would hiss or growl, carry things in my teeth when convenient, or even sometimes flex my hands like a cat flexing its claws. which I had. My nails were long and sharpened to a point, not for aesthetics, but as a sort of weapon, in case my trusty pocket knife were to be torn from me in some way. I think I've always been this way. This animalistic amalgamation that couldn't hardly be called human, at least not fully. But recently as I've found myself sleeping for 16 hours a day and being awake during the night, it's gotten worse. The iron-ey taste of blood stuck in my nose, it just made me.. hungry. I'd smell upwind as if hunting, which i was always downwind, but that would be upwind for whatever was behind me. good for a hunter, bad for the prey.. so I guess the question would be, am I the hunter, or the prey? I guess we'll find out.
FINALLY PICKED MY HALLOWEEN COSTUME YALL
Iβm gonna be Ebony Darkβness Dementia Raven Way
just a bite
living in a gothic castle surrounded by candelabras in a silk dress while my vampire lovers argue over who gets to turn me as the full moon glows in the distance is a vibe
vampire sketch in pen π§π»ββοΈ
It seems like I'm slowly getting out of artblock yay :D
Really love how this generation turned the tables and created this situation where instead of people being scared of cryptids, the cryptids are dead terrified of horny humans.
"You foolish human, I'm going to eat you!"
"Alright, I'm down for it, eat me monster daddy"
"What the fuck"
i wholeheartedly believe i deserve fangs
Transi by Eugenia Bathoriya
All hope abandon ye who enter here
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β±vents, aesthetics and poems sometimes written by me. One day i will sit down and write a book, hopefully not an awful one.
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β±fav movies: helter skelter, black swan, girl interrupted and pearl
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