He lunges for her, grabbing her by the back of her collar and dragging her to her feet, shoving her back against the wall and leaning in close to press his nose against the side of her neck, breathing heavily despite the fact that he has no need to. It's excitement, not exhaustion, and his breath comes warm and slightly stale, coppery. He's fed already. He's in no hurry.
He inhales slowly before lifting his head, grinning as he leans in way too close for comfort. For now, he's made no move to harm her, only hold her there-- but there's still time.
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He lunges for her, grabbing her by the back of her collar and dragging her to her feet, shoving her back against the wall and leaning in close to press his nose against the side of her neck, breathing heavily despite the fact that he has no need to. It's excitement, not exhaustion, and his breath comes warm and slightly stale, coppery. He's fed already. He's in no hurry.
He inhales slowly before lifting his head, grinning as he leans in way too close for comfort. For now, he's made no move to harm her, only hold her there-- but there's still time.
"That smell never gets old. Ripe. Comfort food."